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YEARNING FOR HIS FUTURE QUEEN.

jacaerys velaryon x tully!reader!female

warnings: 18+, very very sweet fluff, no war and dance of the dragons au, tully's family is not book canon, smut, face-sitting, p in v, kissing, making out, teasing, pet names, breeding kink.

summary: You and Jacaerys are betrothed since you were children. He's visiting the Riverlands to see you again... being so sweet in front of your family but craving the feel of you after being apart for so long.

taglist: @claerysa

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You and Jacaerys had been betrothed since childhood, your engagement arranged to strengthen the bond between your two houses.

You spent much of your early years in King's Landing, chasing one another through the winding corridors of the Red Keep. You watched him train tirelessly in the castle yard, wooden sword in hand, only for the two of you to sneak away afterward and steal lemon cakes from the kitchens before anyone could catch you.

Those became some of your fondest childhood memories.

When Jacaerys moved to Dragonstone with his family, the atmosphere within the royal family grew increasingly strained. Rather than asking you to travel to him, he began visiting you in the Riverlands whenever his duties allowed.

Neither of you cared where you met.

Whether it was Dragonstone, the Red Keep, or your family's castle in the Riverlands, the place never mattered.

What mattered was being together.

You had loved one another for as long as either of you could remember. As the years passed, your childhood affection quietly blossomed into something deeper, growing stronger with every reunion and every reluctant farewell.

Now, a grand tourney was to be held at Riverrun.

The moment you heard the news, you wasted no time sending a raven to Dragonstone, inviting Jacaerys to attend. The tourney itself was little more than an excuse.

In truth, you simply wanted to see him again.

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I waited for you..." you said with a playful pout, a teasing smirk tugging at your lips. "But I think you'd rather see my brother than me."

‎To your surprise, your sweet betrothed hadn't come to greet you first upon his arrival. Instead, one of your maids informed you that he had been welcomed by your older brother, Grover.

‎Curious, you made your way to the Great Hall.

‎There they were.

‎Jacaerys and Grover stood near the great fireplace, each holding a goblet of wine that a servant had just poured for them. Deep in conversation, neither of them noticed your arrival at first.

‎Only when your voice broke the silence did Jacaerys turn toward you, his face instantly softening into the warm smile you had been hoping to see.

‎"Forgive me" he says, walking up to you "You know I can't say no to my future brother in law." He says grinning.

‎He reaches out then—gloved fingers gently brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. The gesture is tender, almost reverent. Behind him, Grover Tully watches silently with folded arms and an unreadable expression.

‎Grover genuinely liked Jacaerys. The two of them often spent their days hunting through the forests or crossing swords in the training yard, and he had come to respect the young prince both as a warrior and as a friend.

‎There was only one thing he didn't particularly care for.

‎The way Jacaerys was always so affectionate with you.

‎It wasn't that Grover was angry or disapproved of the match. If anything, he trusted Jacaerys more than most men. He was simply a protective older brother, always watching closely, determined to make sure his little sister's heart would never be broken.

‎Jace ignores the weight of his audience - In this moment, there’s only you.

‎Without another word, he closes the distance and pulls you into a tight embrace. His armor is cold against your cheek—but his heartbeat thunders beneath it: strong, fast… alive.

‎A beat passes. Then two.

‎And then—finally—he kisses you.

‎The kiss is gentle at first—hesitant, like the brush of a summer breeze. But then it deepens, fueled by months of longing and separation. Jace cups your face in his hands, thumbs tracing your cheeks as if memorizing you.

‎Your brother clears his throat loudly from across the hall.

‎Jace breaks the kiss reluctantly, his forehead resting against yours for a breath—just one more second of closeness. When he pulls back, his silver eyes are bright with joy and love.

‎He turns to Grover slowly, straightening up into the posture of a prince who knows he’s been caught in an intimate moment on foreign soil.

‎"Lord Tully" Jace says formally—though there's no real formality left in him after that kiss.

‎Grover steps forward, his dark eyes sharp with unspoken words.

‎"Keep your hands to yourself, Velaryon." He says warningly smacking him gently on the arm.

‎Jace meets his gaze without flinching. He gives another firm nod—respectful, solemn.

‎"Understood" he says simply. No excuses, no empty promises. Just quiet acknowledgment of the weight his actions carry now—not just as a prince, but as the man who will marry his sister.

‎Grover studies him a moment longer… then turns and strides toward the door without another word.

‎The tension in the hall eases slightly with his departure.

‎"You really had to do that in front of him?" You said trying not to laugh.

‎Jace grins—wide, unapologetic, boyish. The kind of smile that used to get him into trouble as a child.

‎"Of course I did" he says with mock pride. "If I was going to kiss you after all this time… I wanted your brother to see it. Let him know—right now—that you're mine."

‎He winks at you, then laces his fingers through yours like it's the most natural thing in the world. Around them, guards and servants pretend not to stare—but they do.

‎The Great Hall feels warmer somehow.

‎"I think everybody knows that I'm yours." You say quietly.

‎Jace squeezes your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. The pride in his eyes is impossible to miss—bright and unguarded, like a dragon finally allowed to stretch its wings after being caged.

‎"Good," he murmurs. "Let them all know."

‎He leans down and kisses you again—quickly this time, a soft press of lips—but with no less meaning. Then he rests his forehead against yours once more, whispering:

‎"I've got something for you," Jacaerys said, slipping a hand into his cloak.

‎"I hope it's that wonderful Dornish wine we drank at the Red Keep," you replied eagerly, your eyes lighting up.

‎He let out a quiet laugh and shook his head.

‎"Not this time, my darling. I'm not making the mistake of letting you get that drunk again."

‎You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't suppress the smile tugging at your lips.

‎"You're impossible."

‎"So I've been told."

‎At last, he opened his hand.

‎Resting in his palm was a delicate silver ring, its band shaped like a dragon coiled around itself. The tiny scales shimmered in the firelight, each one catching the glow from the nearby hearth.

‎For a moment, you could only stare.

‎"I know we've been betrothed for what feels like forever," Jacaerys said softly. "But I've never given you anything that was truly ours. Something to remind you of me whenever we're apart." His eyes met yours. "And something to let the world know that your heart already belongs to someone."

‎You looked at the ring in silent amazement, watching the silver gleam in the dancing flames.

‎"It's beautiful, my love," you whispered. "I can't believe you did this for me."

‎A gentle smile spread across his face.

‎"It's a promise ring," he said as he carefully slipped it onto your finger. "A promise that one day we'll stand before the gods and be married." His thumb brushed lightly over your hand. "And from that day forward, we'll never have to say goodbye again."

‎You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

‎Every time he looked at you that way... every time he did something so thoughtful, so effortlessly charming, your heart swelled until it felt as though it could no longer contain the love you had for him.

‎You wondered how it was possible to love someone so completely, yet with every passing day, your feelings for Jacaerys only seemed to grow stronger. "I love you with all the fire." You whispered against his lips.

‎"I love you, my love, my everything."

Jace hums against your lips—content, happy—as you peck him again. Each little kiss feels like a secret shared between just the two of you, a rebellion against all courtly decorum.

‎He doesn’t rush to deepen it this time. Just savors the softness—the sweetness of your affection—before returning it with another gentle press of his own.

‎Suddenly, you pulled away from him breaking the kiss and walked towards the door with a smirk on your face.

‎Jace’s eyes follow you instantly. That grin of yours? It’s dangerous. Playful and tasing. And it makes his heart leap.

‎He doesn’t move right away—just watches as you glide toward the door, your steps light and deliberate. The game is on.

‎A slow smirk spreads across his face—the kind that says: Oh, so we’re doing this now?

‎Without a word he starts walking after you.

‎Jace follows at a leisurely pace, hands tucked behind his back—deceptively calm. But there’s fire in his eyes.

‎The corridor outside the Great Hall is quiet, torchlight flickering on stone walls. You’re ahead… but not too far ahead.

‎Then—suddenly—he breaks into a light jog and closes the distance between you.

‎One arm wraps around your waist from behind as he pulls you gently against him.

‎The sudden warmth of his body pressed to your back sends a shiver through you—his breath tickling the shell of your ear. Jace doesn’t speak, not yet. Just holds you there for a heartbeat.

‎He lowered his head, pressing a trail of lingering kisses along your neck, each one feather-light against your skin. His hands rested gently on your shoulders, holding you steady against his chest as you melted into his embrace.

‎"You’re impossible," he murmurs against your ear. "Running off like that… you knew I’d chase you."

‎"I know... That's why I did that." You say, looking sweetly at him.

‎"Little tease." He spins you around with surprising grace and captures your lips again - this time deeper and hungrier.

‎His hands slide up to cradle your face as the torches flicker around you both.

‎"I need to go..." You said between kisses, trying to catch your breath. "And get ready for the feast."

‎Jace sighs—dramatic, exaggerated, the pout of a man torn between love and duty. The feast. Of course. Dinner with lords and ladies, politics barely hidden under polite conversation.

‎"Already?" he murmurs against your lips one last time before reluctantly pulling back.

‎He smooths his hands over your shoulders like he’s memorizing the feel of you in this moment—and then steps aside to let you pass.

‎"Go," he says softly, "but I’ll be waiting at the table for you."

‎A small smirk returns.

‎"And I won’t stop looking at you all night."

‎"I know you won't." You wink at him and started to walk towards your chambers.

‎Jace watches you walk down the corridor, your steps graceful, the sway of your gown catching the torchlight. That wink? Devastating. It lingers in his mind like a spell.

‎He stands there for a few extra seconds—long after you’ve turned a corner and vanished from sight—just smiling to himself.

‎A passing servant clears their throat awkwardly. Jace blinks, remembering he’s supposed to be a prince now—not some lovestruck boy daydreaming in hallways.

‎With one last glance toward where you disappeared… he straightens his cloak and heads toward his own chambers that were placed in completely different direction than yours. Not that your brother had anything to do with that.

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‎The Great Hall is transformed—long tables laden with roasted meats, honeyed fruits, and dark breads stretch from one end to the other. Torches blaze brightly overhead, casting golden light on silver platters and polished armor.

‎Lords and ladies filled the benches, their voices blending into a constant murmur of conversation. Soft piano music drifted through the hall, weaving gracefully between the chatter and lending the gathering an air of quiet elegance.

‎And there at the high table sits Jace—already in his place beside Grover.

‎Jace scans every guest entering… waiting for your arrival.

‎Then the doors swing open—guards announcing your arrival with quiet formality. The hall hushes slightly, not out of awe for a noblewoman, but because everyone knows who you are: Lady Tully, Betrothed to Prince Jacaerys.

‎The murmurs begin instantly—whispers about your gown, your grace, how young and lovely you look beside the prince.

‎Jacaerys rises as soon as he sees you.

‎No protocol stops him from coming down to meet you halfway.

‎Jace strides toward you with purpose—ignoring the stares, ignoring Grover's sharp glance from the high table. The moment he reaches you, his expression shifts: all softness and warmth reserved only for you.

‎He takes your hand—gloved in black velvet—and presses a respectful kiss to your knuckles. But when he lifts his eyes? That quiet fire is back.

‎"Beautiful," he murmurs just for you to hear.

‎Then offers his arm like a true prince escorting his lady.

‎Jace finally guides you to the table, keeping his arm firmly around you. He serves you first - plucking a juicy piece of roasted pheasant and placing it on your plate with deliberate care. He fills your goblet with wine, then lean close to murmur: "Eat. I can see that you're starving."

‎How the hell does he know that? You started thinking how he could notice such a thing about you.

‎"How do you even know that?" You said with a sly smile.

‎Jace smirks, taking a sip of his own wine before answering. "I notice everything about you, my love." He says simply like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

‎And it is. Jace pays attention - the way you braid your hair, the way you chew your lip when you're reading a book.

‎A servant passes by with a fresh bread; Jace grabs a warm roll and hands it to you without being asked.

‎You take a bite of the food and tug a curl of his hair behind his ear. "You're such a gentleman."

‎Jace leans into your touch, the gesture is so soft and so affectionate that it makes his eyes close for a brief moment.

‎"Only for you" He murmurs, and place a kiss on your fingertips.

‎You returned to your meal, trying your best to hide the smile spreading across your face. You lifted your hand to cover it, hoping no one would notice the blush warming your cheeks at the sight of your beloved.

‎Jace sees it- of course he does. The way you hide your smile, the flustered eating, the slight pink in your cheeks. He knows exactly what's happening: you're head over heels for him.

‎And gods, that makes his chest swell with pride. He grins like a smug fool. A slow knowing smirk as he watches you chew.

‎Jacaerys feels the nudge of your knee and his smirk softness into something fond. He nudges back immediately.

‎Under the table his knee stays pressed against yours now. A secret point of contact- a way to stay connected even when people bustle around you.

Across from you sat your younger siblings, a lively group of children with bright blue eyes and fiery red hair. They watched Jacaerys with barely concealed amusement, having adored him for as long as they could remember.

‎He always brought them sweets from King's Landing. Once, he had even introduced them to Vermax, much to their excitement. And somehow, despite having no idea what he was doing at first, he had even taught himself how to braid hair just for your youngest sister.

‎It was impossible for them not to love him.

‎"Do you always drink so much wine, Jace?" Your brother asks giggling.

‎Jacaerys nearly choked on his drink at the boy's boldness. He set his goblet down, trying to suppress his laughter.

‎"No. Only at feasts."

‎"Don't ask questions like that!" you whispered to your siblings, lightly kicking their feet beneath the table.

‎The children yelped—not from pain, but from surprise—and immediately shot you deeply betrayed looks.

‎Jacaerys, however, couldn't help but chuckle. There was something refreshing about the bluntness of children. No politics. No careful words. Just innocent curiosity.

‎"It's all right," he assured them with a small smile before adding mischievously, "But if I drank wine all the time like some of the lords do, I'd be drunk by noon."

‎The children burst into giggles, clearly charmed by him.

‎"Where did you get that ring?!" your younger sister suddenly exclaimed.

‎Before you could answer, she reached across the table and took your hand, examining the silver dragon ring with wide, fascinated eyes.

‎"Jace gave it to me—as a gift."

‎You couldn't miss the suspicious look Grover sent in Jacaerys's direction.

‎"It's so pretty!" your sister squealed, squirming excitedly in her seat. "You're so lucky... I want pretty things like that, too..."

‎Her excitement faded into a small pout.

‎"Don't worry," Jacaerys said gently. "You will have something pretty of your own one day." He considered her for a moment before smiling. "Perhaps I could have a necklace made for you."

‎Your sister gasped. ‎"Really?"

‎"Really."

‎She nodded enthusiastically, already imagining it.

‎You couldn't help but smile as you watched Jacaerys with your younger siblings. He was so gentle with them, so patient and kind. Something warm stirred in your chest as you found yourself imagining a future with him—a home of your own, children running through its halls, and Jacaerys looking at them with that same tender smile.

‎Then, as though she had somehow heard your thoughts, your sister spoke.

‎"Are you going to have children with my sister?"

‎The question struck the hall like a thunderclap.

‎Several nearby guests immediately choked on their wine. ‎Jacaerys froze.

‎His entire face turned scarlet, his eyes widening as he stared at the little girl in complete disbelief.

‎Your mouth fell open.

‎Even Grover looked momentarily stunned.

‎Your sister, completely oblivious to the chaos she had caused, simply waited for an answer.

‎Jacaerys opened his mouth. ‎Nothing came out. ‎She tilted her head impatiently ‎"Well?" she demanded. "Are you going to?"

‎Jacaerys finally found his voice, though it came out an octave higher than usual. ‎"I mean... yes. Eventually."

‎Your sister gasped before immediately turning to her younger brother.

‎"Do you know what that means?! Our nieces and nephews are going to have dragons!"

‎Your brother's eyes widened.

‎The two children bounced excitedly in their seats, already imagining tiny Targaryen children running through the halls with miniature dragons at their heels.

‎Jacaerys, still recovering from the question, managed a weak smile at their enthusiasm.

‎The thought of having children of his own—children with dragons—wasn't entirely foreign to him.

‎He would be lying if he said he had never imagined it before.

‎You, however, could only roll your eyes at your siblings for embarrassing both you and Jacaerys.

‎"Enough with the questions. Go play with someone your own age."

‎The children pouted but obeyed, hopping from their chairs and scampering toward the dancers, where other children were spinning in circles to the lively tune of the fiddles.

‎Jacaerys released a long breath once they were safely out of earshot.

‎"That was... a lot."

‎He reached for his goblet and took a long drink, clearly attempting to compose himself after the most unexpected interrogation of his life.

‎Around you, the hall gradually returned to normal. Lords resumed their conversations, ladies giggled behind their hands, and the musicians continued playing as though nothing had happened.

‎"I'm sorry," you murmured to Jacaerys. "They can't keep their tongues in their mouths."

‎"No, it's fine," he replied with a quiet chuckle. "I liked her questions."

‎He leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice so only you could hear.

‎"Besides..." His eyes softened as they met yours. "I don't mind talking about children with you."

‎The simple confession caught you off guard.

‎You had never truly spoken about it before.

‎Of course, you both knew that one day you would be expected to provide heirs. It was simply part of marriage, especially a marriage between two noble houses.

‎But neither of you had ever admitted whether that was something you actually wanted.

‎For the first time, you wondered if perhaps Jacaerys had imagined the same future you had quietly dreamed about—a family of your own, with little children carrying pieces of both of you.

‎You opened your mouth to answer, but before you could say a word, a servant appeared to refill your goblets. You turned toward her and offered a quiet, "Thank you."

‎Once she had moved away, you reached beneath the table and took Jacaerys's hand.

‎With the lightest touch of your fingertips, you slowly traced a single word into his palm. ‎MINE

‎He shivered.

‎The possessive little claim sent his heart pounding, and a slow, amused smile spread across his face.

‎You little tease, he thought.

‎Without looking down, he gently turned your palm upward and traced his own answer against your skin. ‎YOURS.

‎You focused on the sensation of his fingertips, following each letter until the meaning became clear.

‎A quiet smile touched your lips.

‎Jacaerys wasn't accustomed to this kind of intimacy between the two of you—not in public, where every gesture had to be measured and every glance carefully controlled.

‎But he loved it.

‎Every fleeting touch. Every secret glance. Every small gesture meant only for him.

‎Above the table, he remained perfectly composed—the picture of a prince raised to hide every emotion behind a calm expression.

‎But beneath it all, your touch had left him thoroughly flustered.

‎Then your hand moved away from his palm.

‎You rose from your seat and began making your way toward the dance floor, leaving him wondering for a moment what you were doing.

‎As you passed behind him, your fingertips brushed lightly against the back of his neck, disappearing beneath his dark curls for the briefest moment.

‎Jacaerys inhaled sharply.

‎His shoulders stiffened for an instant before slowly relaxing as warmth spread from that tiny point of contact.

‎And then you were gone.

‎You walked toward the dancers with effortless grace, leaving Jacaerys sitting there as though he had been struck by some strange spell.

‎He watched you disappear into the crowd, unable to stop the smile tugging at his lips.

‎Jacaerys finally blinked, coming back to reality like a man waking from a dream.

‎The harpist had begun a lively dance, and couples were already rising from their tables.

‎His eyes immediately found you.

‎You joined the other dancers, moving with effortless grace. Every step seemed almost poetic—elegant, confident, and utterly distracting. All Jacaerys wanted was to be the one holding your hand.

‎Instead, he waited.

‎Patiently.

‎At least, he tried to.

‎The dance wasn't particularly fast, a gentle waltz beneath the warm glow of the torches. Jacaerys watched every movement as you glided across the floor with some nobleman's son who had been bold enough to ask you first.

‎A tiny spark of jealousy flickered in his chest.

‎Irrational. Fleeting.

‎But there nonetheless.

‎Then the music ended.

‎The dancers applauded politely, and before anyone could approach him, Jacaerys rose from his seat.

‎He crossed the hall with purpose, ignoring the curious looks following his every step. Protocol could wait. The musicians were already preparing for the next dance, and this time, he intended to be your partner.

‎He reached you just as the first notes of a soft lute melody filled the hall—a slower, more intimate tune than the one before.

‎Without asking, he extended his hand toward you.

‎A silent request. ‎Dance with me.‎The entire court seemed to watch. ‎Neither of you cared.

‎You placed your hand in his without hesitation, your palm fitting naturally against his. Jacaerys led you toward the center of the floor as the other couples formed around you.

‎The music swelled.

‎His hand settled gently at your waist while his other held yours, raised gracefully between you. There was no need for words. You simply moved together, matching each other's rhythm as though you had been dancing this way all your lives.

‎Then you looked up at him, a knowing smile playing on your lips. ‎"Got jealous?"

‎Jacaerys's steps didn't falter, but his eyes betrayed him immediately.

‎A guilty little flicker passed through them.

‎He let out a quiet breath, leaning closer so only you could hear. ‎"...Maybe a little."

‎There was no point lying to you. Not when you knew him so well.

‎His gaze softened.

‎"You know I only want you, right?" you murmured.

‎For a moment, Jacaerys simply looked at you.

‎Then a warm smile spread across his face.

‎"I know," he whispered. "And I only want you."

‎His fingers tightened gently around yours as the music carried you both across the floor.

‎"Come with me," Jacaerys murmured, just loud enough for you to hear.

‎"Where?" you asked, glancing at him in confusion.

‎He only gave you a knowing look.

‎There was something mischievous in his eyes, something that told you he had already made up his mind.

‎Without another word, he took your hand and guided you through the dancing couples. You followed quickly, trying to keep your head down and your steps discreet so no one would notice the two of you slipping away.

‎At last, you reached the doors.

‎Jacaerys pulled one open, and the two of you slipped into the corridor. The door closed behind you, muffling the music and laughter of the feast.

‎You released a quiet sigh.

‎"We're going to be in trouble for this."

‎"I don't care," he replied simply.

‎His fingers intertwined with yours again as he began leading you down the corridor toward your chambers, a faint, mischievous smile lingering on his lips.

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‎The kiss was sloppy and desperate. The two of you stumbled into your chambers, barely giving the door time to close before you reached for him.

‎Jacaerys met you halfway, pulling you into a breathless kiss filled with all the longing you had both been trying to suppress.

‎Your fingers tangled into his dark hair, holding him close as the kiss grew more desperate, neither of you willing to be the first to pull away.

‎He pulled your body flush against him. The warm of his body made the spot between your legs ache. You tug at his tunic but rather than allowing you to undress him, Jacaerys breaks from the kiss and turns you around, so now your back was facing him.

‎"Gods, you were teasing me all day... touching me." He said while nipping at your neck, kissing your skin with open-mouthed kisses. "I missed having you like this."

‎"Jacaerys I-..." You wanted to say something but you couldn't. The tension was just too much.

‎"Say it." He demanded. Jacaerys begins to tug at your laces, removing your gown with ease and allowing it to fall at your feet. You just whimpered when you felt the cold air hitting your bare skin.

‎"Tell me." Jacaerys asked again when his fingers made contact with your clothed clit over your small cloth.

‎"Oh." You whimpered and let your head fall on his shoulder. "I want you... So bad." He nipped at your neck harder than before. "I crave the feel of you, we've been aparat for too long." You started to move your hips when you felt his hand wandering over your clothed folds.

‎"I know darling, don't worry, I will take care of you." He murmured to your ear gently sucking at the skin. "Lie down on the bed."

‎You immediately obeyed him and made your way to the bed, almost running so eager to have him already with you. He took of his tunic standing above you, then his belt followed hitting the floor. "Take this off." He said to you pointing at your small cloth that was already wet in one place next to you core. That sight made him shiver.

‎The two of you took the last pieces of clothing and he lied down next to you. "Come here, darling." He gestured for you to sit on his lap. He wanted you to be on top? That was new.

‎When you sat down on his body your hand wandered behind you to grab his hard length but he immediately stopped you. "No, I meant, come here." He said smirking at you. Your face was filled with confusion when you realized he wanted you to sit on his face. But then, you knew Jacaerys loved tasting you. He preferred that more than his own pleasure.

‎You quickly crawled to him. Your core inches from his face. He smiled like a little kid on his name day when he saw presents. "Gods...I've missed you." he only muttered when he grabbed your waist and pushed you down on his face.

‎When you felt his tongue against your folds your whole body felt forward to grab the headboard to have something to hold while he was eating you out like a starved man.

‎He hummed against you when he kissed your folds spreading them aparat with his tongue. Your clit bumped into his nose when you tried to match his rythym.

‎"Oh Jacaerys." You moaned so loudly you were afraid someone near your chambers might hear. But the sounds he was making were driving you insane, only adding to this sensation.

‎He enjoyed being this close to your intimate part that was stealing his whimpers and grunts.

‎You slightly lift yourself up for him to catch his breath and he played with your cunt only with the tip of his tongue. This feeling was so delicate that it made you twitch.

‎But he wasn't satisfied. Jacaerys wanted to devour you. "I said sit, my love." He mumbled before lowering you back to his mouth, but slightly lower than before so he could tease your clit with his mouth.

‎Jacaerys sucked your clit into his mouth and released it with a soft sound while his gaze stayed on you. "You're close aren't you, sweetheart? I can feel you dripping on my face."

‎"So close, Jacaerys. Please-" He started to place open-mouthed kisses and then he allowed his tongue to lick at the same spots over and over again.

‎When you reached your peak you felt the pleasure buzzing in your whole body. High whimpers and whines left your lips. Jace still holds you, softly kissing you.

‎When you came down from your high you pushed yourself from his body to lie down next to him. He hugged you tightly and stroked your back. "You were amazing my love. It wasn't too much?" He asked with the softness in his voice.

‎"No, it was really new but perfect." You smiled brightly when you saw him breathing heavily still trying to catch his breath.

‎Jacaerys intervined your hands and pressed a kiss to your knuckles and to your ring when he found himself blushing at your praise.

‎You reached between your bodies and grabbed his hard leaking length and started to stroke him.

‎"You don't have to-" Jacaerys went to stop you but you only smiled sweetly.

‎"I need you inside me." You mumbled against his mouth.

‎"You sure?" He stroked your cheek gently. "I don't want you to be sore later."

‎"I don't care." You replied already laying on your back. "I just want you."

‎He looked at you like you were sent from the Gods to be his. You gave his weeping dick some merciful strokes when he buried his face in the crook of your neck slowly sinking into your warm.

‎He was in heaven when he looked deep into your eyes, every part of you connected. You clenched around his cock when he started to pick up a pace.

‎At first it was slow thrusts but you felt them deep inside you. You just enjoyed being this close together, happily looking at each other when your bodies moved.

‎But after a time he started to go faster and deeper, pining your tights into the mattress with his hands so you could feel every cure of him deep inside you.

‎"Jace- Oh, gods." Your whined softly when he pounded into you, his eyes never leaving yours.

‎You touched his shoulders and played with his hair as his thrusts were losing their pace as he felt it approaching. A groan left his mouth when you clenched your walls around him once again.

‎Skin slapping against skin with the same rythym he moved above you. There was no rush in the way your lips found each other, his tongue against yours. Only the feeling of his dick against your oversensitive walls was enough to make you come apart.

‎"I'm not gonna last long..." He confessed, his brows frowing while rolling his hips forward. "You feel so good, all mine."

‎"Let go for me, my love." You said against his lips, your hot breath tickling his face. "I know you need it."

‎Something inside him broke with the last thrust. He cried into the crook of your neck when he slowed down his pace, he felt his seed spilling inside you.

‎You couldn't help but falling over the edge the second time, your whole body shaking and twitching. The two of you hugged each other desperately still coming down from your peak.

‎Not ready to let go, Jace sighed and rolled down from you but not without pulling you with him and tucking you safely. You tangled one of your legs into his and hummed happily.

‎"I love you so much." He confessed. "I can't wait to marry you so we could be together all the time."

‎"I love you." You said and kissed his cheek sweetly. "Soon, my love. Soon we will be husband and wife."

‎He kissed your forehead breathing the scent of you before taking a towel from your nightstand and cleaning you up.

‎You were so overwhelmed by the love you felt for him that tears gathered in your eyes.

‎Of all the places you had been, of all the moments you had lived through, you had never felt more at peace than when you were beside him.

‎Jacaerys had been there through every chapter of your life.

‎Your childhood companion. Your best friend. Your betrothed. And, somehow, the love of your life.

‎You were the happiest with him.

"Perhaps we should take a bath..." Jacaerys offered before dropping the towel on the floor. "And maybe air out the room...?"

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[helaenasfavoritechicken]

Sometimes I forget how Larys is literally Jace's Uncle

[lesbians4daenerys]

Harwin and Laenor in the afterlife trying to figure out why they keep gradually gaining full custody of their kids

[jacesdesiwife]

When they premiered it on father’s day, I did not think they were planning for such a joyous REUNION.

Happy father’s day to them😍😍😍

Im sorry im traumatised asf this is my coping mechanism

[hauntedfictionland]

☆ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 ✷ 𝓙𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍

☾︎✰❛❀ 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ❣︎⌫ Jacaerys did not want you, or the vow he was bound to for life. Yet when he makes a big mistake, and potentially loses you for good. He realises just how much you meant to him.

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✷ Bastardphobia, mentions of death and grief, kissing, marrage of convenience/ grumpy/sunshine trope, jace is down bad, flirty!reader, guilt and anxiety and happy ending;)

🪞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This is one of my first house of the dragon fics ever, so I truly hope it's not too bad. Jacaerys is one of my favourite characters in hotd after Alicent so I really wanted to get his characteristics and behaviour right. Also, I didn't like the way they showed his grief after Luke died, as if he just moved on after two or three days. But overall, I enjoyed writing this:)

Jacaerys was infatuated infuriated with you.

You—his betrothed, acted like you owned the castle as soon as you strutted in. Speaking with no formality and a sharpness in your tongue that only infuriated him further. And especially when you did not seem to care for his heritage, who he was. The heir to the iron throne. Yet you acted as if he didn't exist to you. As if he meant nothing to you.

A marriage pact with the martells was only one of convenience. You, a princess of dorne, he, the firstborn son of queen Rhaenyra. Yet, they were stuck in dragonstone, and needed support to match the strength of the green armies. His mother needed this arrangement more than the martells did, and you made that very clear by acting carelessly and so freely, like you were in your own home. By taunting him, sitting at the great council table with your legs on them, a coin in your fingertips and a smirk in your lips. He hated it, he hated especially how good you looked.

He hated being betrothed to you already.

Rhaenyra had told him martells were rather, open and modern people. They took part in adultery even after being married, especially with the consent of their own partner. He did not know how anyone could be okay with such acts. He did not know what to expect when he met you, but it certainly wasn't how you commented on his face, calling him one of a beauty. It was inappropriate, calling a prince by such bold remarks on the first meeting, yet you did not seem to care.

But what edged him to his limit was the day you called him a bastard.

Jacaerys had been worried, he couldn't find you anywhere. Not that he cared, he was just stressed you would create another ruckus. He looked around everywhere, the garden, the great council, the dining hall, your room, even his room, but you were nowhere to be found. His chest tightened, a restlessness growing in his stomach. It seemed he always felt that way without being with you for too long. Not because he missed you—of course, but because he wanted to ensure everything was going smoothly.

He was going around circles, head spinning with a feeling that made him uncomfortable. Where were you? did you flee the castle? or were so bored of him you went to the city to a brothel in search of another man to keep you company. Anger and jealousy filled in his chest at the mere thought of that.

Jacaerys did not seem where he was going, many thoughts inside his head, before he harshly opened a door to the library. And to his surprise, there you were, a book in your hand. ‘Adventures of Aegon the conqueror’, he could read the name of the book by how you were holding it. He felt he could breathe again. By the loud sound of the door opening your head flitted towards him. Your usual smirk growing up your lips. Something that made his heart flutter in a way he didn't want it to. He clenched his jaw, holding his fists in a tight ball.

“Where have you been?” he asks, desperate tone in his voice.

“Ah, Prince Jacaerys.” you smile, closing the book and turning your attention towards him. He hated how your eye lashes fluttered, your hair falling down in just the perfect way. “I've been gaining some Targaryen knowledge, as you can see. Since we are to be married, I thought I should know my husband's family. Don't you think?”

Husband.

That word rose heat to his cheeks, quickly clearing his throat.

“I'm not your husband.” he spoke, in a tone harsher than he intended, “At least not yet anyway.”

You smile wider, making his heart race. He was always a bit stubborn, and uptight. Yet you were always so carefree and light, always so kind with his demise. He didn't know what to make of it all. A curious look grazed upon your face, eyebrows furrowing. You sat up, walking onwards another shelf of books, lips pursued. Before looking at him.

“I have always wondered, hmm,” you say, your finger coming up to your lips, “do tell me prince Jacaerys, is it true that you were born out of wedlock?”

His eyes widened, “What did you say to me?”

You either did not notice the offend and defensiveness in his tone, or simply pretend not to. Turning to look at him, “I mean, all Targaryen children have white hair. Do they not? Even if they did not, none of your formal parents have black, dark hair like yours.”

His breath hitches, all of the insecurities he had contained in a jar of fireflies fled out the second you brought out his hair. A wall rising inside him. You were acting as if you just did not ask the most dangerous question ever. As if it did not matter to you.

“How dare you insinuate such filthy claims?!” his voice rises, almost shouting. Your eyes flicker surprise for a moment, before turning back to the usual stoic look.

“Ah, you are offended.” you state, as if he shouldn't be, “I meant no harm, my prince. I have no problem with you being a bastard. In fact, it only makes you more interesting. The thing I don't like is your distaste for the truth. One should own up to who they are.”

Bastard.

You, called him a bastard. He isn't able to speak for a moment, too tongue—tied. You....think of him this way too? you? he can't hear as you speak further, a ringing in his head. It only intensifies. Only when you start talking about dorne is when he snaps back from his haze.

“And I have thousands of brothers and sisters back in dorne, no one cares ther—”

“I don't care, what you dornish do back there, but here you don't speak to me with filths of a claim.” he grits, his voice cold, “I am the queen's son. And if I hear you say one word about that again, I will see you hanged.” his words held so much malice in them, one would believe it to be true.

Of course, he could never actually do that, the blacks needed martells armies more than ever. His mother couldn't afford them raging war at her and joining the green's side. And, he could never harm you either. It was just a baseless threat, one he said out of anger and insecurity. He immediately regretted it when he saw the look on your face; hurt. But even worse, fear. Before he could even begin to take them back, it was too late. Your spot, where you stood, was already empty.

You had seen him less and less after that. Of course, you were your usual self. Taunting and teasing him, but something was off. Something distant. He hated it. He hated how much he missed it. Your remarks, your witty replies, your cockiness. He wanted it back. He wanted you back.

Next time he sees you, it's in a completely unexpected place. Dragon—pit. He was about to ride on Vermax to patrol the skies, when he stops. There you were, sat on the hard rock, legs swinging at the edge of it and his dragon's head in your hands. You..you were feeding him. “What the hell do you think you're doing?!” he shouts, eye wide.

You turn your head to him, a smirk on your lips grows. You enjoyed the fact he was on his nerves, furious.

“What does it look like? I'm feeding this cute little angel right here.” you coo, talking to his dragon in a baby voice. Vermax was known for his temper, yet with you it magically dis—appears? a little bit inside him was flustered, heart beating faster than ever that you and his dragon, a very important part of his life, bonded flawlessly. But he shrugs it off, he has to. Flushing over you isn't his duty.

Protecting you is.

As much as he would like to deny it, you're his now. Lawfully so. And he wouldn't let anything happen to you. Especially Vermax. He wouldn't know how to live with himself if his own dragon were to be the cause of, of.. your demise. His throat burns, even the mere thought of harm coming to you feels as if he's being drowned to death. After Luke, he cannot lose anyone. Jacaerys cannot lose you. Even if that was the first thing he tried to do after meeting you. You were the most part of his frustrations yet the only thought when he's in his bed at night.

“Have you lost your mind?” he asks, his voice harsh, as if you were his child and he was scolding you for doing something childish.

“Have you had no fear? you could have died what were you even thinking?!” you falter for a moment, upon seeing the trembling of his hands and the tightness in his voice.

“Jacaerys—”

“No!” he interrupts you, “You, you could have been...do you even realise..”

Your eyes widened as he struggled to even breath, huffing for air anxiously. You quickly get up, walking towards him. He's so much inside his head that he doesn't notice your hands coming up his face, slinging through his dark curly hair. An act that slowed and claimed his beating heart down. Your soft palms make contact with both his cheeks, a peaceful shush in your voice and he finally breathes. Properly. He sighed, eyes closing as his hands came up to hold yours.

This, you, him? this felt oddly peaceful. This felt like home. Vermax watches the whole interaction with a quiet huff, turning away back to the pits. You nudge closer towards him, resting your forehead against his. Love. This felt like love. “Promise me” he starts out, his voice low and timid, “promise you will never do that again.”

Instead of putting on a fight like you usually do, you nod, gently caressing his cheek. His head leaned further into your touch, putty in your hands.

“I promise.”

That, gives him great relief. “Good.”

Time seems to slow down, Jacaerys could count every freckle on your nose to cheeks, every small cut in between your knuckles or lips, every curve of smile you put on. And all the scents coming from your body that drove him crazy. You notice his lips still trembling, and above your judgement, you decide to kiss it better. He inhales a sharp breath as your lips touch his, but makes no movement to push you away. It's gentle, barely brushing against his. Jacaerys realised how they fit perfectly amidst his, and how much he was craving it all these months until he finally tasted them.

You slowly pull away, hesitantly. His eyes are still closed. Hands crawling up your waist. He speaks again, a whisper almost.

“I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

He's talking about the library, and you smiled softly, shaking your head.

“It's okay. You can't get rid of me that easily, Jace. Should have known that when you got betrothed to a dornish princess.”

You had already forgiven him. But he didn't want you to. He didn't want to be at your mercy this easily, not when he wasn't able to forgive himself. You, you had crept your way into his heart when he didn't want you to, and now he never wanted to let you go.

It was all your fault.

“No I...” he shakes his head, “I never should have said that. Not only because it was wrong but also completely untrue.” Jacaerys swallows his breath, every bit of him wanted to turn away and never look back, but he couldn't do that. “I have been called names, about my heritage. Ever since I was a child. About my parenting and what not. And it's very...when anyone talks about it, it's like a bandage ripping off a new and fresh wound. No matter how many years pass by, it's still like that for me.”

You nod your head slowly, in understanding. This was raw. He had finally told you one of his darkest parts, his worst fears, and you hadn't run away.

“I understand. I should have never said that. I did not know it was like this for you.” He feels relief in your words.

But there was still something he needed to let out.

“But I...” he didn't know how hard this was for him until he started to actually say it, “I really could never mean it. What I said. Even if you have committed the worst treason or crime, even if you had taken my heart and carved it out, I still wouldn't be able to do one thing that might be even close to harming you. Believe me I have tried. And I have failed.”

He looks away from you, cheeks closing red. Jacaerys had just poured his heart out and gave it to you. But the chances of you, and feeling the same? were very dim. He sees stars when he sees you, what do you see? just him? or even worse? a filth in the name of a true born prince. A gasp leaves his lips as your fingers trace the outlines of his jaw, trailing down to his neck to his chest. You stopped at the red and black three dragons symbol made on the polish cloth he wore.

“Why do you think I agreed to this marriage? not because of this.” you point to the very symbol engraved on his chest, of the house targaryen, “If it was just for this, I certainly would have never.”

He turns his head back to you, confusion in his face. He also feels a bit of guilt in him. At first, he only agreed to this pact because his mother had no choice. Because of your house. Nothing else. And you're saying that his house didn't even matter to you when you agreed to this betrothal? then why? you did not even know what he looked like, and you simply agreed?

“Why then?”

That's the question that's now left in him. Why, if his house and title didn't matter?

“Well,” your lips curl up, a glint in your eyes, as a blush arose your cheeks, “From years I had heard stories of Targaryen princes. How arrogant and unkind they were, your uncles, Aegon and Aemond, well I certainly didn't hear anything good about them. And then you came. The velaryon prince, the son of the realm's delight, born with a kind heart and a fierceness to protect. I knew I had to marry someday, but I only agreed to marry you because I knew—you wouldn't mistreat me. Because I fell in love with the stories of the dark haired prince who had the most beautiful brown eyes ever, who protected his brother when he was a child himself, who stole my heart before he even claimed it.”

Jacaerys doesn't know what to say, his throat falls dry. It doesn't feel real, when he's wanted something so dearly and someone just gives it to him freely; it does not feel real. You do not feel real. But you are. He knows you are when your hands tug at his collar, his face close to you as you pull him towards you and your breath fanning on his cheeks. He knows this is real, and it's better than any dream he's ever had.

“I do not want our marriage to be an unhappy one.”

You say, a plea in your voice.

He smiles, wide. And he doesn't even have to make an effort this time, “For me, the words unhappy and you? well they don't go in the same sentence.”

That seals it for you, he can see that. As you kiss his words, an unspoken understanding and passion in it. Jacaerys realises he could get used to this. Kisses, hugs, reading each other books, waking by the warmth of your body besides his; in fact, there's no one else he'd rather do it by. And nothing he would want more.

You're his princess, and one day you will be the queen by his side. He'd make sure of it.

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑚:) 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛! 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒.

[be-xkyy]

I really have a type 👀

(Handsome men who scream "daddy" vibes and are lethal 😏)

[nikinikori]

“My son, do not be over bold or rash; be cautious, keep within the bounds of propriety, and protect our home and family.”

— "The Odyssey" by Homer