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This is what I’m talking abt when I say ACCURATE clace height difference


#simon saying clary BARELY reached Jace’s shoulder in cohf#and now she’s only hitting Jace’s biceps in qoaad#jace pls stop growing#clace#tsc#the shadowhunter chronicles#cassandra clare#the mortal instruments#shadowhunters#clary fray#clary fairchild x jace herondale#jace herondale#tmi
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picture of you in an invisible locket | j.v



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“It is not my father who is against the match.”
“What?”
Jacaerys’ eyes widened in surprise at the implication, and you sighed quietly. You weren’t planning on telling him, knowing it would hurt his feelings greatly, but did you have any other choice?
“You say you have a deep affection for me, and then say that you’re against a match,” Jacaerys said, his brows knitted in confusion.
OR; loving jacaerys velayron means more than loving just him, something that you are painfully aware of
pairing: jacaerys velaryon x reader
warnings: none :)
word count: 2,5k
author's note: my first jacaerys fic! ngl it was super hard to jump from obx to hotd bc i wanted my writing to feel authentic to the fandom/show??? yeah obx and hotd could NOT be any more different tbf. i have a bunch of ideas for jace but if you want you can send me some requests! also tagging @zyafics and @sunderlust bc they've been encouraging me to write for jace ily guys. happy reading and pls leave some feedback/comments/nice words!!! <3
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The light of the torches were flickering as you walked down the hallway, your shoes clicking against the marble stones that lined the ground. It was nearly midnight and a lady of your rank shouldn’t be awake at this hour, much less out of her chambers by herself, roaming the halls.
But you were hungry.
You hadn’t had much to eat during dinner, trying to avoid him as much as possible, which is getting increasingly more difficult. Usually, he wasn’t so persistent, opting to stay close to your father during dinner, exchanging information about their culture, or drinking with your brother. Tonight, however, it seemed like he was on quest to find you whenever you were standing idly by, asking for a dance. And of course, you couldn’t decline for no reason, as it would appear rude or even slight, so you busied yourself with other - much less distracting - dance partners. By the time he was approached by one of your guards, inquiring about his training, and you saw your chance to sit down and eat in peace, the table had been cleared for the last course. While you did love cake, your hunger couldn’t be stilled by a mere dessert and you spent the remainder of the night famished, longing for some hearty food.
As if on cue, your stomach grumbled of hunger again, and you picked up the skirt of your night dress, hastening along to the kitchen. When you finally reached the stair case that led down to the kitchens, you hurried down the steps, letting yourself into the kitchen, the heavy wooden door swinging shut behind you.
The kitchen was dimly lit, and you headed to the pantry, searching for bread and butter and if you were lucky, some smoked ham. You were so focused on your search, you didn’t even notice another presence lingering in the doorway of the pantry.
You heart nearly stopped when you finally did see him, your gasp echoing in the empty kitchen.
“Prince Jacaerys!”
The crown prince of the Seven Realms was standing in front of you, arms behind his back and brows raised. You forced your heartbeat so calm down, hand still clutching your chest.
“You gave me a fright,” you said. “What are you doing here?”
“I have been waiting for your arrival. You took quite some time, I was certain you would be here an hour past.”
Your eyes narrowed in slits, growing wary at his words. “And how did you know that I would come to the kitchens at this hour? I do not make it a habit to skulk around the keep at night.”
Jacaerys chuckled dryly, his beautiful dark curls bouncing as he shook his head, as if in disbelief.
“Given how you occupied the dance floor with various dance partners earlier, I did not see you sit down for supper once. You were certain to still your hunger somewhere.”
So he did notice.
You acted nonchalant, turning away from him eyes searching shelves in the pantry.
“Searching for this?”
Jacaerys brought a loaf of bread from behind his back, wrapped in a cloth. Your eyes gleamed, taking a step forward to reach for it, nearly bumping into him as he took a step forward as well, breaching into your personal space. Your heart stopped, feeling his hot breath fanning on your cheeks and the prince’s lips tugged into a grin.
“Ah ah,” he tutted, moving the bread out of your reach. “You do not expect me to give this away without a price now, do you my lady?”
You took a moment’s pause, considering his words with caution.
“… What sort of price do you speak of?”
“How about…” Jacaerys begun. “A kiss?”
With a small breath, you faltered, looking up at him through your lashes, your shoulders slumping.
“Jace.”
“Ah, now we are back to Jace?”
Snatching the small piece of ham and the butter that sat in a small marble bell from the shelves, you walk back into the kitchen, knowing Jacaerys would follow you. Making a stop at the counter, you spread your findings on it, waiting until Jacaerys stopped next you, loaf of bread still in his hand.
“You have been avoiding me.”
“I have not.”
“You danced with every single man at your brother’s name day celebration except for me,” Jacaerys pointed out. You shrugged with your shoulders, an act you would never do in front of other people, but this was Jace.
“I was merely being a good host.”
“Don’t insult me, my lady. I saw your grimace when Lord Ren twirled you over the dance floor while stepping all over your feet with his barbaric dance moves.”
Seven hells, he got you there. You never were able to keep your real feelings hidden when it came to Lord Ren. He was just too insufferable. Pursing your lips, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You were still a lady after all, you had some manners.
“Will you give me the bread when I admit you’re right?”
“I should not,” Jacaerys sniffed. “Because I know I am right, I do not need a confession. I just want to know your reasons.”
With a huff, you snatched the loaf of bread out of his hands, reaching for knife in the wooden block. You cut out several slices, maybe with more force than necessary.
“You know my reasons.”
Jacaery is quiet next to you and you dropped the knife on the counter, wrapping the rest of the loaf up again. You can still feel his gaze on you as you spread the butter on the bread slices, knowing he was waiting for you to elaborate, and after a few more moments, you broke, the knife clattering against the wooden surface.
“Jace, you know I… Have a deep affection for you.”
“As do I for you.”
The two of you both skirted around the big word, not quite bold enough to say it yet.
“I do not wish to give my father the expectation to marry me off to you.”
“I’m the crown prince, surely your father would not have any grievances against a match.”
“It is not my father who is against the match.”
“What?”
Jacaerys’ eyes widened in surprise at the implication, and you sighed quietly. You weren’t planning on telling him, knowing it would hurt his feelings greatly, but did you have any other choice?
“You say you have a deep affection for me, and then say that you’re against a match,” Jacaerys said, his brows knitted in confusion. “I don’t understand. Isn’t a match born out of affection and not duty what you have been wanting?”
“Jace, this is more complicated than me harboring any affections for you-” you started, but your words were cut shot by Jacaerys speaking your name.
“If it’s about leaving home, I promise King’s Landing is not as bad as it seems. And on dragonback, it is only a three day journey. When I first left, I got terribly homesick as well, but-“
“I do not wish to be Queen!” you exploded, falling into Jacaerys’ words and he took a step back at your outburst, surprise flickering over his face. You let out a long, deep, breath, hand clutching at your chest, calming yourself down.
The kitchen is eerily calm, neither of you spoke, the only sound is the fire crackling in the hearth. Your voice is quiet when you finally spoke again.
“I am the youngest child of my father, Jace. His only daughter. My oldest brother is betrothed and to be wed in less than a year’s time, the second oldest is courting his partner to be betrothed. I was not trained to rule, to have any responsibility or to represent my house. You are the crown prince, set to inherit the Iron Throne, to rule over seven kingdoms. Seven, Jace. How exactly do you expect me to fulfill the role of a Queen consort?”
Jacaerys’ mouth was parted, as if he wasn’t quite sure what to say. Which you understood. You have never shared your feelings about his position as heir before, how you resented it a little for it was the only reason you couldn’t let yourself be matched with him.
“I’m not fit to be Queen.”
“I… Didn’t know that you felt this way,” he said, his voice tight. “I can’t shirk my duties.”
“And I am not asking you to,” you assured him. “I just can’t… Be the wife you need.”
“What if-”
“Jacaerys, please.”
Your voice was pleading, knowing discussing this any further was no use. You weren’t fit for a Queen. Jacaerys’ face shut down, and he put his mask up, before nodding, ever the understanding prince, much to your luck. “Of course. Whatever you wish for, my love.”
His love.
“I will see you on the morrow.”
Reaching for your hand, he grasped it gently with his, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, before stepping back, letting go of you. As he departed from the kitchen, you leaned against the counter, your breath shaky. You knew you hurt him, disappointed him, but this was so much bigger than the two of you.
You breathed out deeply, hoping the sorrow would leave, but it didn’t. Reaching for the bread, your appetite had gone, but leaving it would be wasting it, so you bit into your dinner. And as you ate, you couldn’t help but think that the bread tasted like ashes in your mouth.
The next few days, Jacaerys seemed to respect your wishes to keep his distance. You still saw him around the keep, occasionally walking with your father, mostly though you saw him accompanying your brother as they conversed quietly, but intently. You wondered what they were talking about. Whenever you saw him, you noticed that Jacaerys kept his gaze away from took, and you couldn’t help but feel saddened, even though this was what you asked him for in the first place.
You missed his company. Especially at night. Despite the fact that you had never crossed any lines, or did anything improper - spending the dark hours at the library talking, exchanging stories about your childhood, maybe coming very close to a kiss - you were still a maiden. Of course you spending time with him alone was unseemly, and your father would betroth you immediately would he find out. It might be better for you, that Jacaerys kept away.
It was the end of the week when you saw him again. You were sat in the dining hall, at another feast your father had called for. It was the night of the departure of the representatives of House Blackwood, though even if it weren’t, you didn’t doubt that there would still be a feast. Your father didn’t need an occasion celebrate.
Your demeanor was polite, bht curt, hoping that it would deter any lords from asking for a dance, but of course Lord Ren was keen on offering you his hand.
Giving him a polite smile, you let him lead you around the dance floor, already forming some sort of excuse in your head when someone stepped to you, offering you his hand.
It was Jacaerys.
“May I, Lord Ren?”
“Of course, my prince.”
Lord Ren bowed to Jacaerys and you bowed your head out of respect before Jacaery placed a hand on your waist, his other finding your hand. You couldn’t help but feel relief that Jacaerys had freed you from Lord Ren, but you tried to keep your composure.
“I thought we talked about this, Jacaerys,” you muttered out between gritted teeth, as to uphold the image of a happy lady, dancing with her guest.
“We have.”
Jacaerys replied easily, never missing a step as he spoke, despite keeping his eyes on you. Ever the perfect prince.
You turned away, not being able to hold his eyes on you, your stomach churning.
“I am sorry if I hurt your feelings, Jace,” you said quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear you talking to the crown prince in such a familiar way. “I wish things were different- That I was different.”
Jacaerys’ hand tightened on your waist, and he used that to pull you closer.
“I spoke to your father, and he gave his blessing for our betrothal.”
Your eyes widened at his words, as you hadn’t expected them, the shock evident on your face. You had told him about your fears of being Queen consort and he just disregarded them.
“What?”
“I know you’re afraid that you won’t be able to fulfill your duties as Queen, my Queen consort. My mother will teach you, I will be by your side. My mother is set to live a long life and by the time I will inherit the throne, you will be properly trained. And I swear on my life, you will make the best Queen consort the realm will ever see.”
Stunned, you blinked your eyes at him, as if this all was a dream. Never before had you experience someone being so stubborn to prove you of your own worth.
“It hurt me greatly when you told of your reluctance of our match, because I cannot fathom that you see yourself anything less than you are.”
As he spoke, Jacaerys kept his gaze ahead, but he finally he turned to look at you, his eyes softening.
“I will not force you. This is your choice. If you do not wish to marry me, you won’t have to. Just know that I believe in you and what you will be able to do as Queen consort.”
You were trying so hard to find the right words, your feet stopped working for a second and you stumbled, but Jacaerys was quick to tighten his grip around you, keeping you upright.
“I- don’t know what to say,” you admitted.
“Say yes?”
Jacaerys looked down at you, his eyes hopeful and you felt your resolve melt away, especially because it looked he had planned it down to the last detail.
“Yes, okay.”
Jacaerys smiled at you before turning to the side, giving a curt nod and that was all it took for your father thrust his jug into the air, the ale spilling over the rim.
“I am thrilled to announce that Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, heir to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen of the Seven Realms, has asked my daughter for her hand in marriage… And she has accepted!”
The raucuos cheers that followed after nearly deafened your ears and you hid your face in Jacaerys’ chest - an act of affection you allowed yourself now that the two of you were betrothed.
“This couldn’t wait until we were in closed chambers?” you whispered, pink tinging your cheeks. Jacaerys shook his head, lifting your hand to brush his lips over your knuckles.
“There’s no backing out of it now, my love.”
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Home Is Where the Heart Is - jace velaryon x reader (request)
summary: in a modern au, jacaerys must return home from studying at uni to help his stepsister care for his younger siblings when their parents and brother die. The step-siblings already complicated relationship grows more and more tense given the circumstances, and they find themselves being each other’s source of comfort in hard times.
cw: stepsiblings, death, angst, grief, emetophobia warning, childhood trauma, modern au, modern!jace, smut, idiots in love, mutual pining, slow burn, talks of abusive/ unhealthy relationships, jealous jace, NO INCEST(except daenyra but like not really bc it’s au) not entirely canon, drinking, use of Y/N
this one was hard to write for me, given i’ve experienced parent loss. i put a lot of emotion and personal experience into this one so pls be gentle with this one if you don’t like it.


I - The Leave
To say you and your step brother had tragic lives was a bit of an understatement.
Jace’s father, Harwin, had died in a fire when he was a young boy. Your mother had died in her birthing chambers having you. The paths your lives had been on as children shifted, leaving your parents to remarry when you and Jace were both only 15.
You initially did not get along. Jace did not like your father Daemon, and you did not like Jace’s mother Rhaenyra.
Over time though, you both acclimated to each other. You grew closer as the years aged you. By the time you both turned 19, you were thick as thieves. You had comforted each other through heartbreaks, similar childhood trauma, navigated what it meant to grow and change as people, and protected each other from the rest of the world.
Jacaerys was your best friend, and you were his. In another universe maybe, you could’ve been more than that. But it seemed in this world you were only meant to remain as blended family.
So when Jacaerys told you he was leaving to go across the country to Uni, your heart nearly split in two.
“What’s in Manchester?” You ask him.
“A school.” He replies sarcastically. You throw a pillow from his bed at him.
“No shit.” You say as he throws it back. “But why’d you pick one so far?”
He pauses, not wanting to reveal the honest answer. Truth be told, he found it more and more difficult to keep his secret around you. He needed to go simply for the fact he was falling in too deep, deeper than a stepbrother should fall for his sister.
It was hard seeing you every day of his life yet never being able to be with you. He saw you with other men, which ignited a jealousy in him he didn’t even know that he had. He couldn’t stand being around it, couldn’t stand lying to your parents when you snuck out of his bedroom window, couldn’t stand watching you allow yourself to get treated like shit by men who provided nothing. If you had been his… in another life… things would be different.
“I just think I’ve outgrown London.” He says, continuing to pack his clothes.
“I hope you love it.” You tell him. You were so sweet, so kind to everyone. You hadn’t deserved the hand life had dealt you. He only wished you could see the love you deserved, he wished he could show you.
He felt sad leaving you, but he felt better knowing you would be safe with mom and Daemon. He knew you would take good care Aegon and Viserys. He knew you would care for Joffrey and Luke too. Even though they weren’t your blood you loved them like they were.
“When do you go to get your rental car?” You ask him.
“In the morning. Then I’ll drive non stop to Manchester.”
“Hm.” You hum while petting his cat, Vermax. “He will miss you.”
“I trust you’ll take care of him for me.” Jace says.
“I will, besides he’ll have Arrax and Syrax to keep him company.”
“And what about you? Who will keep you company?”
“Don’t you worry about me, Jacaerys. I will get by.” You say. He looks at you, comfortable on his bed with Vermax on your lap. “Perhaps you’ll even meet a girl in Manchester.”
“Perhaps you’ll meet someone who won’t cheat on you.” He says, a random anger appearing out of nowhere.
“Don’t be fuckin’ rude, Jacaerys.” You say. “I’ve done nothing to anger you.”
“No, you’ve just allowed yourself to be treated like shit by men and I know you will continue to when I leave.”
“I don’t see how it’s your business anyway.” You say. “But be like that if you wish. I have a tampon I can throw in your bag if it’s that time of the month.”
He sneers at you, waving you away with his hand. You stand to leave. “Goodnight, Jacaerys.”
“Wait.” He says, grabbing your wrist as you open the door. “I’m sorry… I’m just… scared. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
“You have nothing to worry about Jacaerys.” You say, taking his hands in yours. “You’re gonna do great.”
You look into his eyes, but he looks past you at the door. His hand pushes it shut, and you look at it, then back at him. “Jace?”
He presses his lips onto yours and you pull away, shocked. You both stare into each other’s eyes in silence, both of you gasping in shock at what just happened.
Neither of you had any idea what to say to each other, so you pressed your lips back onto his. His hands rested on your waist, pulling you into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he backed you onto his bed. You landed on the pile of clothes on his bed, letting him in between your legs while playing with his pretty brown curls.
“Bubby!” Viserys yells, coming into Jace’s room. You practically kick Jacaerys onto the floor. Viserys doesn’t seem to notice what you two were both up to, too distracted with his mission. “Have you seen Aegon? We’re playing hide and seek, mommy said check in here.”
“No, Viserys! Get out.” Jace says on the floor. Viserys sticks his tongue out at him.
Your heart was racing from the fear of getting caught by your sibling, clarity hitting you in the face.
“I’ll help you find him, Vis.” You say, standing and leaving Jace’s room, avoiding Jace’s eyes that were pleading for you to stay.
The next morning you all woke early to say goodbye to Jacaerys. He’d wanted to text you during the night and ask you to come to his room so you both could talk, but he gave you your space.
Your family all said goodbye to Jace, helping him bring his bags to the car and giving him a tearful goodbye.
You waited by the car door and he walked over to you with a gentle smile. You both stared into each others eyes, pleading.
Tell me to stay. I’ll stay. His eyes begged yours.
Stay. Your eyes begged.
But in the end neither of you said a word. Instead you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug, and he did the same.
He moved you by your hips away from the car door, getting inside and avoiding your eyes. Your family all waved goodbye to him, saying they loved and were proud of him.
He drove off, staring at you in the rear view mirror.
That was the last time your family was all together.
II - The Photo
A few months had gone by since Jace left, and neither of you had spoken. You occasionally stalked his Instagram to see how he was doing though. He had been traveling, getting sunburnt, clubbing, DJing apparently. A hobby you hadn’t expected him to pick up, but one he had nonetheless. He had made two friends you noticed often, Cregan and Benjicot.
He was doing good. He was handsome, growing into a man. You missed him, in ways a stepsister shouldn’t miss her stepbrother. You dreamed of him often, even sneaking into his room at night every once in a while just because you missed his smell.
You stole oversized shirts he left behind, sleeping in them. You messed around on his PC, playing games like Roblox knowing he would get home and think it was Luke.
One day you had been mindlessly scrolling on Instagram when you saw Jace was tagged in a post by Cregan.
It was the two of them… and a girl. Jace’s arm was wrapped around her and they were practically connected at the hip. You gasped softly, trying to find who the girl was.
Her name was Sara, and she was obviously Cregan’s sister. They had the same sharp features.
“Slut.” You mumbled to yourself. You liked the post to be petty.
Jace’s heart dropped at the notification. It was the first interaction, if you could even call it that, that you two had shared since he left.
He wondered if you were jealous.
You were. You wondered if they were hooking up, or even dating.
They weren’t, she was a lesbian, but he knew the photo would get your attention.
Jace had told Cregan about your kiss, and Cregan wanting to be a wingman posted the photo in an attempt to get you to message Jace.
It didn’t work, and slowly you both started to move on from each other. You never exchanged any texts or calls or letters, and another year and a half would go by before you would reunite under the most unfortunate circumstances.
III - The Loss
You’d awoke in the middle of the night to a frightening knock on your door, a knock that only comes when there is bad news.
And bad news had come indeed.
Rhaenyra and your father Daemon, as well as Lucerys died in a car accident.
The news was debilitating for you and your walls had broke down.
You called Jacaerys in the middle of the night, and when he seen that call he knew only the worst had happened.
He answered, his voice shaking. “Y/N?”
“Jacaerys.” You sobbed into the phone hysterically. “Jacaerys, come home please. You have to come home now.”
“Y/N, I’m on my way. Y/N, please please calm down, you’re scaring me. I’ll be there in the morning. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”
“No, Jacaerys, just please get home as soon as you can.” You sobbed, and he heard your brothers crying in the background too.
“Okay, okay.” He said, beginning to cry. Cregan heard the commotion and awoke from his side of the dorm.
“Are you alright, brother?” He asked, his voice groggy with sleep.
“I don’t know, I don’t know. Y/N called me freaking out, the twins and Joff were crying too. I don’t know what’s going on. I think it’s my parents.” Jace said crying.
“I’ll drive you to London.” Cregan said, immediately dressing.
“You-sob-don’t-sob-have to.” Jace cries.
“Dude, you’re in no condition to drive. Don’t worry about it.”
“B-But it’s a four hour drive and there’s-sob-classes-“
“Dude. It’s fine. Alpha Drac for life, right? I’ve gotchu.”
Cregan drove them to London without stopping once, speeding 15 over the limit the whole time. Jacaerys cried half the car ride, then fell asleep the second half.
Cregan pulled down your street, waking Jacaerys before reaching the driveway.
“Be safe. Call me when you can.” Cregan says, but Jace was already sprinting out of the car door and tripping up the stairs.
He burst into the door, saying your name, mom, luke, anyone.
He ran into the living room, waking you from the couch where you had pulled out the hide-a-bed and were sleeping with the twins and Joffrey.
You immediately started crying when you saw him, trying to stay quiet so you didn’t wake the boys.
“Oh, Jacaerys.” You pulled him into a hug, and you both sobbed into each other.
“Is it mom and Daemon?” He asked, knowing the answer but fearing the worst.
You nodded. “And Lucerys.”
Jace pulled away from you. “You’re lying.” He said in a whisper.
“No, Jacaerys, please listen-“ He turned and walked away from you upstairs. You followed right behind him as he turned into Luke’s empty room.
He fell onto Luke’s bed, screaming into the pillows. You laid behind him, rubbing his arm and sobbing into his back. You kissed his shoulders, quietly saying a prayer for your broken family.
He sat up, “Oh my god, I think I’m gonna be sick.” He said, leaving to the bathroom.
You followed again, holding his hair back as he got sick into the toilet and sobbed. You sat on the edge of the tub, and when he was done he rested his head onto your thighs continuously sobbing while you rubbed his hair and sobbed with him.
You eventually walked downstairs when the sun began to rise, and you both laid down and fell asleep next to your brothers, not letting go of each other once.
You both only slept for a few hours before you woke up, seeing your brothers awake and sitting in silence.
“Jace.” Joffrey said, and he and the twins all moved to lay on Jacaerys. He held them, wanting to cry more but there was nothing left.
“Kids?” The door opened and Rhaenyra’s aunt and uncle Rhaenys and Corlys, her cousin Laena, and your cousins Baela and Rhaena walked in.
Rhaenys and Corlys were also Jace, Joffrey and Luke’s godparents. Joffrey and Jace immediately greeted them, while you and the twins remained seated. They were not your family, and you had only met them a few times.
Your father could be an ass, so he had a lot of enemies you could say, including majority of Rhaenyra’s family.
Thankfully they had been kind and sympathetic of your grief and the twins as well, knowing you all were now also without a father and mother. They were your father’s enemies, but not yours.
Corlys and Rhaenys pleaded with you and Jace to foster Joffrey so they could teach him about the Velaryon family business in overseas trading, as they had done with Lucerys.
You wanted the best life for your siblings, so you let Jacaerys decide for his blood brother. You knew Joffrey would be better off with them and his older cousins, but Jace said no.
“Our family is here. We need to stay together from now on.” He told his aunt.
“Jacaerys, you’ll have to return to Uni at some point. You’re so close to being done. How do you expect Y/N to raise three children on her own so young?”
“I’m not going back.”
“Jacaerys!” You yelled at him. “You have to finish school.”
“No. My decision is final. We’re staying together. Nobody raise the matter again.”
The funeral was a few days after that, and it had brought all of Rhaenyra’s family as well as Daemon’s weird and mysterious friends from all over the world.
People gave you and Jace their condolences, as well as tons of money. You knew Rhaenyra was rich from inheriting her father Viserys’ estate, which Jace would now inherit in turn, but Rhaenyra’s cousins and aunts and uncles and friends wanted to make sure you both were well set on top of that inheritance so that you and Jace could take care of your siblings with no trouble.
It was a generous thing, money, but it didn’t bring your family back. It didn’t matter how many checks they wrote, you couldn’t cash them to heaven.
“Brother.” A deep voice said.
You and Jace turn your heads to see Cregan and his sister approaching you.
“Cregan?” Jace embraced him in a hug, both of them holding each other for a moment.
“Hi, I’m Sara.” Sara said, taking the moment to introduce herself. “I’ve heard nice things about you.”
You turned your nose up at her, thinking she was being sarcastic. She wasn’t but despite your attitude she was polite to you anyway, knowing you were heavy with grief.
“It’s nice to meet you, I’m sorry it couldn’t be under better circumstances.” Cregan says to you, hugging you as well. You appreciated them coming, knowing it meant a lot to Jacaerys to have them there.
Jace took your hand in his, both of you in all black, staring at the three caskets. You thought he held your hand for your comfort, but it was for his.
The guilt Jace felt was huge. He hadn’t been there, he had left to Uni for his own selfish reasons. It didn’t matter how many people told him it was okay, he was trying to get an education, it wasn’t the real reason he was there. He left to get away from you.
And that own selfish reason he had for leaving… he thought it could be the reason why your parents and brother were now in the ground. If he had stayed, they might have too.
“Jace?” Your voice was muffled. “Jacaerys?”
“Hm?” He asked, your voice pulling him back to reality.
“They want you to say a few words.” You said. He looked around, noticing his family was looking to him to say the final goodbyes.
“Will you come with me?” He asked. You nodded, standing with him to look over the caskets.
He said a few words of love and praise to his now lost family, holding your hand the whole time. You both couldn’t recall what he said, only having said it for the others around you.
You both grabbed a pile of dirt, throwing it onto the caskets. Jace winced when it landed on Luke’s.
“Are you okay?” You asked, rubbing his arm. He shook his head no. You brought his head to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss on his temple. “Me either. But we’ll be okay… someday.”
He liked to believe that what you were saying was true.
IIII - The Recovery
Jacaerys moved home, taking a leave of absence from Uni. They were more than generous with him, giving him as much time as he wanted to decide when to return. You begged him to reconsider, but he was set in his decision.
You both stepped into a parental role, playing mommy and daddy 24/7. And by god’s grace for some reason those kids to listened to you.
You did everything Rhaenyra and Daemon had done like bathing, cleaning, cooking, laundry, etc. You and Jace had become a power duo at the household chores just like they had.
Neither of you worked, taking time off to grieve and you also really didn’t need to work due to Jace’s inheritance.
You both contemplated moving. The house held bad memories for you both, but you dared not touch your parents and Luke’s room. Neither of you had the strength to even go in the rooms anymore, nor uproot your little brother’s lives by making them move from the house they were raised in.
You and Jace never talked about the night before he left, instead focusing on the chaos of two teenagers raising three young, rambunctious boys.
A year went by of this lifestyle, making it three years since your initial kiss and a year of your parent’s and brother’s passing.
In a way, you both had moved on. You were older, forced to mature quicker than you’d have liked, raising three kids, unable to focus on the past of what once could have been.
Cregan and Sara moved down to London following their final year at Uni, requesting you both to come out and celebrate their birthday.
You both hesitantly agreed, given the boys had all just left a day before to be with Rhaenys and Corlys for the summer, and you had not experienced what it was like to still be a young adult in almost a year.
You had nearly forgot life could be fun when you weren’t being a parent.
You all met up at a sports bar since Cregan had wanted to watch a soccer game, and it was packed.
You managed to find a table, but it did hardly anything. Bodies were packed in there like sardines to see the world cup final.
You and Sara both sat, sipping on a cocktail while the boys got more drinks. You weren’t particularly keen on being left there alone with her, given you hadn’t cared for her since you didn’t know what had gone on between her and Jace when they were at Uni.
You made polite small talk, but Sara was a certified yapper. She’d find anything to keep the dying conversation going.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Sara asked.
“Uh, nah. Haven’t really had the time nor the want with the kids and all.” You said, sipping your drink.
“Maybe you ought give girls a try.” She said. “I did once and I’ve never gone back since.”
“Yeah, maybe.” You chuckled. “Wait, what?”
“What?”
“You’re… a lesbian?”
“Don’t look so surprised.” She said.
“Well, I thought you and Jacaerys-“
She spit her drink out onto you, laughing at even the idea. You wiped your face off with a napkin, trying not to smash your drink upside her head.
“And this whole time I had no idea why you hated me.” She sat back, crossing her arms and smirking. “No wonder… This whole time you thought I was in love with Jacaerys.”
You couldn’t hide the little smile that crept on your face.
“Oh, sweet thing… Jacaerys is all yours.” She looked over at him at the bar. “I think he always has been.”
“So… were there any girls at Uni?” You asked.
“A few.” She mumbled, hesitant on telling you. “I’m sure you had a few back here as well.”
She wasn’t wrong, but it still hurt knowing Jace had moved on too during the time. It hurt knowing girls were getting his love that you desperately craved.
“He told me and Cregan about your kiss.”
“That was a long time ago.” You say. “We both have bigger things to worry about now rather than a moment in time three years ago.”
“I know you love your brothers, Y/N. I know Jace does too.” Sara says. “But don’t forget to take care of yourself. It’s okay to be selfish sometimes.”
You looked at Jace, who was making his way back to your table with more drinks. His eyes caught yours, and he smiled at you. He didn’t do that a lot anymore since they died.
“I got you a negroni, my lady.” Jace says, setting your drink in front of you. You roll your eyes with a smirk.
The four of you drank all night while watching the game, you and Jace loosening up the more alcohol you consumed.
The night had spiraled out of control, the four of you separating from each other.
You found yourself at the bar, ordering more drinks, Sara was in the bathroom with a girl, Cregan was busy arguing and growing closer to a fist fight with Germany fans, and Jacaerys was busy searching for you on the wrong side of the bar.
A man sat beside you by the bar while you waited.
“Her next drink’s on me.” He said to the bartender.
“No, that���s fine actually. I’ve got a tab open. My drunk friends will find out in the morning they paid for it.”
He laughed, and a blush creeped across your cheeks. “What if I had been ordering 15 shots? Then what would you have done?”
“I would have paid for 15 shots.” It was your turn to laugh now.
“What’s your name, pretty?”
“Y/N. What’s yours?”
“Jason Lannister.”
“Nice to meet you.” You say. He was kinda cute, and the thought made Sara’s words from earlier echo in your head.
It’s okay to be selfish sometimes.
“Actually, you can pay for my drink.” You say.
He smirks, pulling out his wallet. “What’s your poison?”
“Surprise me.”
He bought you both a few rounds of shots, and you grew more confident and more drunk with each one.
“I’m gonna use the bathroom.” You drunkenly slur.
“Do you want me to come with you?” He asks. You say yes, taking his hand and dragging him along behind you.
You got lost on the way to the bathroom, instead ending up dancing in the middle of the floor.
You were chest to chest with him, his hand on your lower back as you leaned up to kiss him. Your hands held tight onto the collar of his shirt, which was keeping you from falling. He matched your energy with the kiss, his hand tangling in your hair.
His other hand snaked its way to your inner thigh, his fingers tickling the skin under your skirt.
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
“Huh?” You pulled away to ask Jason, drunkenly wondering how he was able to talk while kissing you.
But it wasn’t him yelling, it was Jace.
Time slowed down for a second, and it all happened in slow motion as you watched Jace swing his arm to hit Jason in the jaw.
Jason stumbled, holding his jaw and glancing back and forth between you, Jace, and Cregan who had noticed the commotion and came to back up Jace.
“The fuck, Y/N?!” Jason yelled at you, pushing your shoulder lightly, but you were drunk and uncoordinated so you fell.
Jacaerys practically jumped on Jason after that, punching him over and over in the face.
“Jacaerys, stop, now!” You yelled. “Cregan, stop him!”
Cregan didn’t help the situation, only helping Jacaerys jump Jason.
“Oh my fuckjng God.” You yelled to yourself, trying to pull Cregan and Jacaerys off of Jason.
Bar security came, kicking you all out and banning you forever. You didn’t care about that though, you were just pissed at Jace for embarrassing you like that.
You, Cregan, Jace, and Sara took the taxi home in silence.
Cregan and Sara had immediately went to bed downstairs, while you angrily stormed up to your room.
“Are you seriously angry with me?” Jace asked, following you into your room and closing the door.
“Get out, Jacaerys.” You said, both of you sober by this point from all the adrenaline of the last hour of events.
“I was just protecting you!”
“From what?” You laugh, frustrated.
He had no answer. He knew he had only attacked the guy out of jealously, seeing you kiss a man that should have been him.
“Why would you do that?” He asks, his voice laced with sadness.
“Do what?” You ask, rubbing your eyes as you felt a headache forming.
“Kiss him.” He said. You sighed.
“Because I wanted to. I don’t need you protecting me.” You looked at Jace, his signature pout forming. You glanced down to his hands, which were bloody and bruised.
“Jesus.” You mumbled. “Come on.”
You pulled him to the bathroom, making him sit on the toilet while you cleaned and bandaged his hand. He watched you the whole time, your eyebrows knit together as you focused on his wounds.
It was there it hit him, that he loved you. He was tired of burying that feeling. He loved you. He loved how you took care of your siblings, he loved how you immediately stepped into the role of a mother without ever complaining, he loved his life with you.
His hand caressed your cheek.
“Stop, I don’t want you to hurt yourself anymore than you have.” You say. His fingers were gently gliding over your jaw, eventually taking a hold of it to make you look at him.
Your heart was racing, you knew what he was feeling because you felt it too.
“You’re mine.” He said, and without even thinking you smashed your lips onto his. He pulled you onto his lap, his damaged hands loosely resting on your waist.
Three years it had been since your first kiss, three years of longing and aching for him, trying to let the feeling go for the sake of your children.
It’s okay to be selfish sometimes.
You pulled him into his room, kicking the door shut as you fell onto his bed, just like the first time.
He nestled between your legs, kissing you intently. He moved his lips down, pressing kisses on your neck and chest.
You whimpered, your fingers toying in his hair.
“I need you, Jacaerys.” You whisper.
“Fuck, I need you more.” He whispers back.
You sit up on your knees as Jacaerys stands. You pull his shirt gently off him, avoiding his hands, and move to helping him undo his belt and pants until he’s in only his boxers.
You undress your torso, then wiggling to kick off your skirt to reveal your thin little panties.
“You might have thought you had a mission but really you had a death wish going out in those.” Jace said, pressing his lips onto the thin black lace. He kisses your wetness, moving your panties to the side so he can eat. His tongue glides into your cunt, making sure to lick and taste the sweetest parts.
“So possessive, and for what?” You moan, your fingers gripping his curls.
“Because you’re mine.” He says into your heat, and you moan at his voice.
He eats you with a burning desire, a taste he had dreamt about for years. He’s messy, yet coordinated, kissing and sucking just the right spots to make you melt onto his tongue. He was starved for you, and now he eats as if he’ll never eat again.
You chase the release, grinding your hips into his face.
“I’m gonna cum, oh my god.” You whine, your hand trembling in his curls. He moans into your heat, pushing you over the edge. You spill onto his tongue, and he doesn’t miss a drop, licking as long as he can until you’re shaking.
You go to kiss him, but he pulls away. “I’ve still got you on my lips, I wanna savor it as long as I can.”
“You can’t share?” You tease.
He shivers at your words. “Ooh, don’t test me.”
You settle for kissing his neck instead, pulling him by his hips between your legs to make him grind onto you.
You feel his length inside his boxers against your heat, and you shiver at the size.
“Don’t keep me waiting any longer, Jace.”
“How long have you been waiting exactly?” He teases.
“A long time. Longer than three years.” You say. He finally presses his lips back onto yours, his hand weakly kneading your breast. You gently take his hand in yours, guiding his weak fingers.
“I wish my hands weren’t numb.” He moans between kisses.
“What-“
“Sh, it’s fine, just keep kissing me.” He says, refusing to let you break away. His tongue plays with yours, and your lips are bruised and swollen from the eagerness of his.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.” You moan, trying to push down his boxers to rub his length.
“Just like you were at the bar, walking around in that tight little black skirt, kissing on guys who had no business even breathing the same air as you.
You finally reach your hand in his boxers, eliciting a gasp from him as you rub his length. You push his boxers down, and he pulls your panties off you.
You rub his length against your wet slit, moaning as you guide him inside you.
“Baby.” He moans. You shiver at the pet name, wanting to hear more of his sweet voice. He rests his weight on his fore arms, kissing and sucking on your neck to leave marks. His thrusts are fueled with love, unlike ones you’ve felt before from others.
He fucks you so sweetly, pulling away your neck so he can look in your eyes. He holds your hips into the bed, fucking you. You moan and whine, gripping his wrists for support.
“Say you’re mine.” He moans.
“I’m yours. Fuck, Jace, I’m all yours.”
“Yes, my girl. Fuck, you’re so wet.” He says, his words sultry and low.
“I’m so in love with you.” You moan, lost in lust.
“I wish I could fuck you all night long.”
“Don’t worry.” You moan. “We’ve got a lifetime to do that.”
“Fuck, I love you so much.” Jace moans. “I’m so in love with you it hurts.”
He nestles into your neck, and you hold him close to you, moaning in his ear.
You feel his thrusts grow sloppy, and he shakes as he grows close to his release. He fucks you so deep his pelvic bone rubs your clit, drawing you closer too.
You pull him by his neck into your lips again as you both cum. He fills you up, warm and deep inside your stomach as he moans into your lips.
“Fuck, fuck.” He pulls out, gasping. He looks into your eyes, both of you catching your breath and coming down from what just happened.
“Are you alright? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He asks, still shaking him his release.
“No, Jace.” You say, tucking a curl behind his ear. “You were perfect.”
“I’m sorry about tonight.”
“Nothing to be sorry for.”
He lays beside you, resting his head on your shoulder. “What happens now?”
“We…” You say, not knowing where to start.
Your whole life had been uprooted. Both of you had done nothing for yourselves, until now. You both had a choice to make. You could quit living half a life, one foot in one foot out the door, doing your duty yet nothing for yourself. Or, you could get busy living. Take care of your brothers, love each other endlessly, make the most out of your life and your love like your parents would have wished for you both.
“I think we just start enjoying it.”
“Enjoying what?”
“Our lives.” You look at him, and you take his bruised hand in yours.
“Together.”
#hotd#hotd season 2#hotd jacaerys#jacaerys x reader#jace velaryon#prince jacaerys#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys targaryen#jace targaryen#jacaerys x you#jacaerys smut#jacaerys strong#jacerys velaryon#hotd x reader#hotd imagine#hotd smut
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HOTD S1 Rewatch
Ep 6 - The Princess and the Queen
Omg I love my Queen so much! Look at her smile 😔
First of all... How TF did Alicent find out so quickly that Nyra gave birth?
Mere seconds after pushing Joffrey out Nyra is told that Alicent wants to see him
At 2:38 she pushes him out. At 3:20 she's told by a maid that A wants to see the baby... Like.... How??
You can see only from a couple of minutes that Nyra already loves her baby boy! 😭😭😭
A is sooo evil for doing that to Nyra! Oh you're going to the Seven Hells for that!
Laenor is so confused but he's got good intentions lol
When he says 'I thought we were past this' it implies A did this with Jace and Luke as well...
The way Nyra is struggling to get up those stairs...Alicent I am in your walls!
Also I don't understand her saying 'you may get one who looks like you' like this baby isn't three minutes old!
I mean I know why she said it but damn, let him develop some features!
HARWIN THE MAN YOU ARE! 😫
Baby Vermax is so cute!
DRACARYS! Poor goat though
It's so obvious that Aegon was the one behind the Pink Dread. Alicent blames Nyra's boys but like Luke is like 5 maybe and Jace 7/8. Your son is the oldest one so shouldn't he know better than to bully his own brother.. Oh that's right he doesn't because you let him bully his brother.. And you call yourself a mother 🙄
DREAMFYRE! THE OG MOTHER OF DRAGONS!
Helaena my little cutie pie... You deserve a better mother btw
'Your obsession with those beasts goes beyond understanding'
He's a Targaryen and his brother bullies him for the fact that he doesn't have one, ofc he wants a dragon, Alicent, pls just say you dont understand anything about the House you married into and leave
'It's a wonder to me their eggs ever hatched' Why? Their mother is a Targaryen....? So what is your point exactly? Oh she's such a bitch I can't stand her!
Like. Your kids are half Targaryen. Nyra's kids are half Targaryen. Also all of Nyra'a kids had their dragons hatch to them.
None of Alicent's did. They all had to claim dragons. Which there's nothing wrong with that it's just why are you talking such bs?
God I wish they kept Rhaenys's hair black. That way you could have plausible deniability for why Nyra's kids have dark hair, smh.
'I have to believe that in the end honor and decency will prevail'. Literally three seconds ago you were talking shit about her out in the open halls... Right, decency, sure...
Alicent yelling at her son and getting in his face - someone give her mother of the year award...
Caraxes and Vhagar having a cute little dance in the sky, oh the foreshadowing 🙃
CRISTON COLE YOU PETTY IDIOT! HARWIN SHOULD'VE SMASHED YOUR FACE THE WAY YOU DID TO JOFFREY!
Harwin, you're so sexy, if only you lived longer 😔😔
Omg Jace's little face, he's so cute little baby 😭
Why is Criston soo agressive? He's manhandling a litteral child? Like bsffr 🙄
The way Harwin holds Jace's face and encourages him - I'm fine.. I'm fine 🙂🙂
'You forget yourself Ser that is the Prince' as if you weren't encouraging Aegon to attack and harm Jace, who's also a Prince and in line for the throne... Right
I know Harwin punching Clumbo in the face was not a good move politically but he was sooo hot doing that ughh😫 I need to stop
Nyra has such a sweet relationship with her maids. You can see they genuinely care for her😭
We stan Elinda Massey in this house!
The way Nyra was looking up at Laenor as he drunkenly talks about the Triarchy, bye! 💀
The way Daemon smiled at Laena when she walked to sit beside him ughh he loved her I know he did!
Alicent pointing out Nyra's milk leaking was such a bitchy move! 🙄
Viserys I need you to grow a spine, you are the King not Alicent. If he said so Helaena would've married Jace and Alicent couldn't do shit about it.
Larys is such a slimy shady rat I hate just seeing him on my screen!
Laena, bestie, you truly died a dragonrider's death! RIP you were a true girlboss 😔
Vhagar hesitating to burn Laena ughhh my feels!
Harwin saying goodbye to the boys and Nyra holding back tears.... Ughh my heart!
I don't even wanna talk about Harwin dying... You're telling me a man called Breakbones couldn't break a door. I call bs on that.
He's alive and well he's alive and well he's-
I'm fine fine fine fine I'm fine 🙃🙃
#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd rewatch#hotd season 1#rhaenyra targaryen#harwin breakbones#harwin strong#daemon targaryen#anti alicent hightower#anti larys strong#anti team green#pro team black#team black#jacaerys targaryen#anti tg#pro rhaenyra targaryen#hotd ep 6#can you tell I was angry writing this#anti criston cole#queen rhaenyra#house targaryen#hbo house of the dragon
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I think we can all agree that Cassie should just continue the Shadowhunter Chronicles as an adult series at this point. A lot of us are 20+ and love the stories, but all of them being about 17 years olds is a little conflicting.... Keep the characters, just write about them as twenty somethings. You don't just become boring on your 18th birthday.
#the shadowhuter chronicles#shadowhunters#jace whatever#jace herondale#will herondale#jem carstairs#julian blackthorn stan#julian blackthorn#emma carstairs#pls stop making me feel guilty cassie#your audience is growing up#grow with them.#cassandra clare
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If Jace were in a rock magazine....lol
Jace Norman + Black/White icons
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#you're not fooling anyone jace#to play a guitar you have to put your fingers on the frets#lolol#it's cool#i still love him#also#if you see jace#tell him i said he has to stop growing up#pls#i can't take it#he's still that lil 13 yr old bean from s1 and you can fight me on this#jace norman icons#jace norman#icons#mine#em makes resources
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Hello love, if you are taking requests would you pls write one on Aemond Targaryen x Y/n Targaryen (uncle/ niece) where they are enemies but definitely have a lot of sexual tension between the two. Maybe they have snuck around before and she’s scared of getting caught? Maybe he’s trapped her somewhere and they get into an argument and try to kill eachother but reader makes smartass comments like how it seems as if he’s lost one of his balls instead of his eye or how she prefers her husband to have all of his parts etc) and he starts choking her, realises she’s into it and then gets turned on himself. They end up fucking but it’s very raunchy with lots of choking, dirty talk, hair pulling etc etc
𝖑𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙
it's always been there.
that tension that was followed by contempt.
for as long as you could remember, those emotions have been there.
you were princess rhaenyra's firstborn daughter, perhaps a year older than your brother jace but growing up it was in your nature to protect them. primarily from the rumors and tales, they spun about them.
you were quite a bit like your father, with a defiant nature in you and independent qualities that weren't imagined from you, especially as a woman. but you nor your parents didn't care. it was insignificant.
but no child went unseen or unloved, you had a dragon and managed to bond to the dragon that was meant for you, but rhaena and aemond had not. at least not yet but it was something that you and your brothers made fun of them especially aemond for. in your defense, you were a dense and smug kid who despite the tension between your parents wanted to be liked and be friends with your cousins. but not anymore.
but it didn't matter because aemond got his dragon.
the largest and most powerful in the realm, surprisingly.
but it gave him a boost in confidence, an ego, that he used against you and your cousins as well as your brother's. with cruel words that boiled over into a wild and bloody fight with your brother luke, slicing his eye to get him to stop. from that point on, he changed from a shy and blue boy who just wanted to be liked, to be seen, to a burning red boy with wrath in his gaze, who turned heads, and who was consumed with apathy.
with this change, your relationship only withered and wilted.
your job was protecting your brothers and you wouldn't fail that job.
you were more similar than either of you would admit but you didn't like each other at all. whenever he began to curl his lips into a smirk and poison oozed off his tongue toward your brothers, you stopped it.
'are we bothering you, uncle?' you would give him those fiery eyes, eyebrows furrowed, and not hiding your annoyance or anger behind a pretty smile. you notice how his expression grows sour for a moment before he squints his eye at you, silence once more as he thinks of his words carefully before returning his attention to your brothers.
to not give you the satisfaction of your questions or your words.
you question where did this hatred and sour relationship start?
was it the night your brother luke slashed his eye?
'god must you always long for these petty fights?' you'd exclaim at him, your heart thumping in your chest, and your breaths growing short as you turned to him with such contempt and annoyance. it's ravishing on you.
he can never quite give anyone else the same energy or even care the same amount as he does with making your blood boil and there's pride that swells within him when you finally boil over. knowing he's the only one who can set you off, who can make you tick, and he relishes and savors that pride that swells along with his ego.
it became his favorite hobby.
to drive you irate, to argue with you, to make your life just a little more frustrating.
you have so many questions about him amid your fury.
but it all comes back to where and how did aemond turn out this way?
'oh my god, how pathetic can you be?!' you'd exclaim at him when he manages to land a punch on your brother jace or when he pushes him back onto his feet, grinning like his shit doesn't stink. happened on your name day. before you could even open your gifts or eat your tasty cake.
he drove you crazy and you hated it.
he made you vulnerable to your emotions and becoming heir to the throne you have to be as strong as you can be to take on such a heavy position.
was it because of your grandsire? his father? he clearly ignored him and seemed to only share his love and care with your mother and her children.
'you need to leave us alone … or i swear to the seven heavens that i will be a fucking problem for you? do you want that?' you'd hiss at him, leaning in close to his face, you wanted him to feel all the anger and to truly just let whatever your relationship had become die. let it wither.
even with your witty retorts and ways of making his blood boil like no other, something was captivating about these fights.
but he didn't care. he just curled his lips into a smirk before leaning in closer and saying something that set you off entirely. it led to you smacking him with the back of your hand. as a response he pushed you up against the wall, now steaming with rage at the stinging sensation spreading across his cheek and he gazed into your eyes like he searching for your soul. the rhythm of your hearts beating erratically become a song.
his steals your lips in a sudden and hungry kiss, vulnerable to the heat boiling in his stomach and to his very human urges.
you wish you could say that you weren't weak to these urges.
but it ripened into an addiction.
you couldn't stop yourself from missing and aching for him, especially with how he made you feel. you can't understand what lured you into his arms, what left you still returning for the thrill he gave you and dealing with the shame that consumed and destroyed you after.
maybe you were like magnets? bound to each other. connected.
but you vowed to stop when you almost got caught last time, his hips slamming into you, your moans and heavy breaths echoing down the halls, it was a knight questioning if you were alright. then fear began.
seeped into you and you began evading aemond in worry of your life being ruined. he notices it, noticed how his days have grown dull without you around and swore to find you once more and find out what's wrong with you.
'may i be excused? i'm not feeling well …' you request from alicent, as she finishes her glass of wine, she lets out a sigh before answering. alicent has never really shared the same kindness towards you that she has for characters such as sir criston cole. you could sense her bitterness towards you, wearing it like perfume, and you can't blame her for it.
'yes, you may.' she answers, a frown on her lips as she returns her attention to her food. you can sense his eye on you, watching as you leave the room, he had been eyeing you throughout dinner, you had been waiting for him to start something but he remained quiet.
the thing was despite aemond's temper that could flare up in certain moments, he wasn't an idiot. he knew upsetting you could drive you away. so he remained quiet, many questions ran wild through his head and he knows he'll have to ask you later on at least before he grows impatient.
'i think i ought to rest …' you whisper, even forcing out a yawn before leaving the room, you just wanted to get away from aemond before something happened that you couldn't turn back from. it's silent at the dinner table once more, his nephews sit there, thanking the gods for a peaceful dinner. it was a bit unusual but they didn't think too hard about it.
he doesn't wait 5 minutes before he's thinking about following after you.
he can't wait until you're in your room, you may lock him out, and besides, he needed to be somewhere private with you. somewhere curious eyes won't wander.
'mother … may i be excused?' he requests from his mother, her eyes widen slightly at his request too soon after, holding her wine glass, she's questioning if it's something happening between you two.
she wasn't naive to the anger and contempt you shared for one another, however, she rarely if ever got involved in those arguments as it simply was a waste of time trying to get your relationship to flourish.
'what for, aemond?' she questions, cup in front of her, and brown eyes curious as to what was his reasonings for leaving the table. he makes sure to not make any sudden reactions, he answers as though nothing's happening.
' … it's just that i'm not hungry anymore' he answers, getting up from his chair and abandoning his meal in search of you, just as he can exit the room, his mother begins to speak once again.
'it's not an excuse to just leave, aemond …' she exclaims, expression shifting into that of doubt, aemond's cursing in his mind, before turning his body in his mother's direction. he keeps himself collected and calm and manages to come up with an answer, a sufficient one.
'i want to catch up on my studies, mother …' he responds calmly, digging his nails into the flesh of his palm.
'fine. … you may be excused …' she sighs, deciding that it's not worth her time to worry about what you two may be up to. besides she knew her son, aemond was incredibly different than aegon, less depraved. or at least that's what she thought of him.
it wasn't too hard to locate you, he had to listen to the whisper and murmurs along with the taps of your shoes. he followed behind, making sure not to notify you of his presence, you completely avoided your room in favor of somewhere with wine. somewhere you could think about your mistakes and drown in your worries and anxiety, maybe you were hoping to get drunk enough to forget it.
then you catch the sound.
slow and patient footsteps behind you, and your eyes widen for a moment before your blood began to boil and all you could do is scream curses in your mind.
he's everywhere you go.
and you fucking hate it.
'… what do you want, aemond?' you exclaim, loud enough for him to hear you and you stop all movement in your legs, you try to keep everything beneath the surface. you try not to let everything out.
but it's so tempting to let everything boil over.
there's an annoyed sigh that exits his lips, he walks to meet you up ahead, and all you can do is seethe and worry about the bubbling sensation of shame and worry that's doing nothing but consume you.
'why must you ignore me? … things were … swell …' he whispers in your ear as you both walk together, one hand on your wrist as he gets in your personal space, making sure that you hear every word that exits his lips.
you want to fight out of his grasp but don't want to draw attention to yourself as if aemond doesn't do that already. your face scrunches up, eyebrows furrowed, and a frown resting on your lips.
how selfish must he prove himself to be?
'must i treat you like a child? … things were not swell or good ever.' you hiss, trying to keep your voice down as you yank your wrist out of his grasp, showing nothing but a bittersweet expression. you both make a turn down a dark hallway, making sure that your steps are light and soft, and mindful of every sound. you hated creeping around the castle, especially with aemond who cared of no one's thoughts beside his mother's.
'must i spell everything out for you? … we gave each other pleasure. … you enjoyed it, i enjoyed it … i question where lies the problem' he murmurs, he remains calm and collected but he doesn't know how long he can remain that way. he's behind you, hands behind his back, and face slightly leaning towards your ear. you hated the way the hair on your neck stood tall with every whispered word and how tingles ran up your spine.
you shoot him another glare and your nostrils flare, and it's boiling and bubbling up again, those feelings of yours and you so desperately wish you wouldn't give a damn. but you weren't born that way.
the hallway is dim with little lighting and the walls become stone, with no windows, and certainly feels isolated which was perfect for this "moment".
'i wish we hadn't …! do you know that? that i don't like how i feel after said pleasure.' you exclaim, no longer having the patience to whisper, your eyes burning, and shame ringing clear after every word. he lets out another agitated sigh, following behind you as you come across a wooden door and the aroma of grapes began to quickly fill your nostrils.
you wish he would at least be worried or concerned if someone would find out about your little affairs that could grow into something bigger than it needed to be.
'hmm … all because of a feeling?' he questions, expression shifting into that of confusion which drove you up a wall and made you think he quite literally has no feelings. shutting the door behind him, your eyes wander to find barrels and casks of wine surrounding you and a table in the middle.
'look i'm not like you, asshole …! i feel things, and besides what happens if we get caught? what happens then, huh?' you exclaim, poking him in the same rhythm as your burn a hole into his eyes, your gaze is nothing short of intense and vigorous and he detests seeing that look in your eyes.
but he also can't help the fluttering sensation in his stomach or how he admires how well you can make his blood boil, how only you can get under his skin.
but he doesn't care what people think. he's aemond targaryen, a prince, second-in-line to the throne, a son of the king.
he knows the power he yields and he knows that if anything less than polite exits anyone's lips about the son of the king, they'll be taken care of.
'who gives a shit? i'm a prince, you are the daughter of a princess … daughter of a beloved princess and you're worried about words?' he scoffs after the words roll off his tongue, an icy glare he shares for no one but you. wearing your anger and contempt as natural as your undergarments, glaring into each other's eyes with contempt, you're tempted to throw the bottle of wine at him to shut him up.
then you hear a lock turning and your eyes widen, his lips curl into an even wider grin as you know that you are now locked in this wine cellar with the worst person you've ever met.
you move in closer towards him, in his face, fuming, and ready to tear him from limb to limb.
'what the fuck are you doing?! you can't keep doing this and expecting to still have me!' you exclaim, voice ringing with fury and rage, your hands forming into tight fists once more. your nails begin to dig into your skin, hard enough to begin to draw blood. he swallows, eye wide and glare frozen with wrath and contempt as it hurt more than you comprehend.
you never knew what it was like to not be wanted or still loved even though you were broken. you were loved despite how ugly you were.
'you wanted me and i dare you to try and pretend as though you didn't enjoy every inch of my cock.' he snarled, leaning in even closer, you're not phased, or at least you pretend not to be but every word now drove you irate.
pushing him up against the wooden door, you make sure he hears every word you want him to hear.
'you know you're a disgusting pathetic shit beneath your clock of fucking mystery and honor. nothing but disgusting and pathetic, you are.' you spat at him, breaths heavy and full, coming in as quick as you can and all you can do is keep him up against the wall. if you could you'd keep him there forever. you hated him but there's a question in the back of your mind asking why you even entertain him if you hate him so much.
you cannot bear to answer it.
neither in your mind nor out loud.
is that why you hate him?
' call me pathetic if you must but … from the moment we had fucked our relationship changed significantly. even then you should be so thankful … no man would ever desire a lady so liberated and so … so very slutty.' he taunted you, grinning like a cat as you could do nothing but react to his words and how diminishing they felt to you. he knew that it would hurt you and he didn't care, if anything he snickered, and everything boiled over.
you wanted to hurt him as he hurts you.
like how he hurt your brothers.
nothing mattered now but getting a reaction from him.
'fuck you. … don't you know i prefer my men to have all parts of them. how much of a hypocrite must you be … i doubt a woman wants to be wedded to a half-man' you smirk, grinning as you push him even more into the door, you watch as one side of his lip twitches and he demands every breath in him and it's moments without another word.
so consumed and filled with a fierce animosity that cannot be defined.
then you're suddenly being driven into the table behind you, stealing the breath from your lips, as you begin to push back on him, both of you now breathing heavily and glaring daggers at one another. as you try to push on his torso, he wraps his hands around your throat, halting your movement swiftly after. he's lightly squeezing your throat, you find your contempt and hatred begin to fade away, transforming into that of desire.
he watches as your cheeks swiftly flush darker shades of red, just as red as the wine that surrounds you, and your stomach begins to surge with heat and arousal that seeps out of you uncontrollably.
the fire in your eyes is no longer burning with contempt but lust and ardor. he sees it and quickly enough his wrath and anger melt away.
all you could think about was how much you hated how he made you feel.
but it didn't stop you from embracing him as his lips collided with yours, you melt into the kiss, vulnerable and helpless against your arousal and the ache that burned so intensely through your being. he's in between your legs now, tongue parting your lips apart, and your tongues become entangled in one another, leaving you tingling and hungry for more of the pleasure. he's groaning against your lips, sharply taking in a breath, as you take control of the kiss, leaving his lips for a moment just to return to them and devour them as if they were yours and yours alone.
wrapping his hands around your waist, he lifts you onto the table, placing you there and stealing your lips once again in an intense kiss, your body aching and begging for this arousal that's boiling inside of you to be released.
you could never deny or hold off on that need.
leaving your lips, he tears off your shirt with ease and all you can do is think about the heat in your stomach and the arousal in your cunt. you rush to get his shirt off, unbuttoning it sloppily and quickly, desperate to have him naked and inside you quickly. but unlike other times devouring each other, licking and tasting one another, you see nothing but the urge to be inside of you, to drive the point home that you are weak to him.
weak to his control.
weak to him.
he's unzipping his leather pants and releasing his cock, it's a familiar sight that leaves your undergarments wet with your arousal and aches for it, inside of you, in your mouth, you just need his cock. it's leaking with pre-cum already, long and slender, curved slightly at the top, and complete with a slightly rosy head as a result of the blood flowing down there.
he notices you staring and curls his lips into a devilish grin, relishing in his control, and closes the space between you with his hands wrapped around your throat again and all you can do is gasp and shudder at the sensations. hands clutching at his wrist as you are being driven into the middle of the table, your back against it, as he presses his hard throbbing cock against you, making sure that you feel what you have done to him,
just for this night.
'just a filthy little slut aren't you? you can't even be honest and admit your cunt loves me …' he purrs, leaning over you, cock throbbing at the sight of your expression as he lightly squeezes your throat, your flushed cheeks, parted lips, and low gasps of his name. his grin grows wider as he lets you go, afraid of what will happen when your face begins to turn blue. heavy breaths exit your lips as you lie on the table, he's swift to get your pants off you.
wrapping his hand around your throat once more to bring you up to meet his eyes, he slides his fingers in between your soaked folds, earning a gasp from you at the pleasure that travels through your stomach engulfed in heat. all she can think of is the pressure against her throat, her breaths short and swift, she's forced to gaze into his eyes and confront the desire and depravity that she's tried to keep in the shadows. his fingers move swiftly in and out of her, soaking his fingers in her transparent fluids, and drawing out gasps and whines from her pretty little lips.
she even spreads her legs wider for him, eyes fluttering closed as he pries gasps and moans from her lips, knuckles deep inside of her soaked cunt, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot deep inside of her that causes her hips to twitch and tremble.
'mmh … fuck … fuck … give it to me … give me more …' you beg and gasp, now rocking your hips against the swift movements of his fingers, waves, and waves of rigorous ecstasy enveloping you. then he squeezes even harder, picking up the pace and prying moans and gasps of his name from you. all you can do is clutch the ends of the table and desperately try to meet the swift movements of his fingers, all you can do is derive ecstasy from this pain and pleasure that he gives you.
'fuck~! i-i'm so close! give me r-release!' was all that you asked of him, thighs trembling, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach, as moans roll off your tongue from the waves of pleasure that he brings you. before you even realize it, he removes his fingers from your soaked needy cunt, not before drawing a yelp from your lips as he slapped your cunt. the side of his lips twitching in a smirk as he does it again, watching your body and thighs tremble and he's relishing how easily he can control you now.
that he's the one who can grant you pain and pleasure and that only he can give either of those things to you. that in the end, you're weak to your desires and lust for him and his cock alone.
'hmm … such a greedy whore, aren't you? … who do you think you are to beg for me to give you release? only i alone can grant you that … and i don't think you've deserved it.' he purrs, ending his words with a hum, eyes never leaving your gaze, he spins you around, quickly coming up behind you with the rosy head of his hardened cock in between your folds. your glossy eyes land on the countless barrels on the wall, hardened cock in his grip as he drags the head in between your soaked folds and realized how truly wet you were, dripping like water, and so hot. all he can think of is how it is his, that he did all that to you, and that
'so fucking wet for me, aren't you, whore?' he purrs in your ear, hot breath causing your body to shudder against him, he continues to drag it out entirely, slowly dragging his cock in between your folds. you shut your eyes when the foul word rolls off of his tongue and assumed it's better not to respond. then he smacks your ass, causing your body to jerk at the sudden stinging sensation that spread across your ass, your eyes slightly wide as you cannot bear to think of how dishonorable this is.
from your desires hidden deep within the shadows of how you ached to be used, treated like nothing, and having your control completely stolen from you. then he does it again, this smack stings even more, and then you grit your teeth, trying to focus on everything at once. the teasing he's doing to you when all you want is his cock pounding into you, and the words that strike shame and arousal into you, and the world outside of it.
' … shut up …' you whisper, before being pulled back towards him, your back pressed against his chest as he firmly grasps a handful of your hair, lips right by your ears as a low rumbling chuckle exits his throat.
'still trying to fix your lips to talk back to me, huh?' he whispers, taunting and displaying the control he has over you because you lack control of your urges and of your lust. all you want now is for him to fuck you. badly.
then he swiftly drives his hips in between your soaked folds, drawing out a breathless moan that leaves you twitching and trembling against him, he fills you deeply and sincerely, places you haven't even reached with your fingers. he hums against your skin, in quiet awe of how tight your walls are, sucking him in and enveloping his cock completely, then his hand moves from your hair back to your discolored neck. your eyes flutter at the sensation of his lengthy hardened cock inside of you, buried in you.
then he begins to snap his hips into you, it's not quick or swift but it's hard and uncaring, he drags his hips slowly in and out just to hit that spot deep inside of you as hard as he can. that bundle of nerves being continuously struck sends waves of euphoria through you, it's hot and relentless, leaving you whimpering and whining his name once more. his grasp remains for moments longer just before you're over the table, gasps, and whimpers being pried from your lips. he grunts behind you, unable to remain silent or keep his composure due to your tight soaking cunt.
' … i know who and what you are … you're just a dirty whore who thrives off of pain and pleasure. you're just a whore who should know her place beneath me.' he chuckles, grinning and smirking widely with pride as he swiftly drives his hips in and out of you, heavy breaths exiting his lips and his nails driving in your hips. there's a few chuckles here and there when he can catch his breath before a deep groan slips from his lips, his eyes flutter closed as he lets the waves of ecstasy wash over him again and again. now he's yanking you in his direction, holding you there with a tight fist, as he snaps his hips into you, lips curling into a thick smile at the whines and moans that fall from your lips so erotically.
he takes your earlobe in between his teeth, lightly sinking them into the tender flesh, he draws a gasp from you at the new sensation. his heavy breaths and low groans echo through your ears, a tingling sensation traveling up your spine at the sound. you squeeze your eyes tightly, gasping and shuddering at how deep he is, how fast he's going, and it all made you feel a frenzy of things. then he smacks your ass swiftly causing you to jump against him, skin stinging something awful as he continues to fuck you relentlessly.
god, it was so bad.
but felt so good.
'i want you to admit it … that you're nothing but a slut who aches and thrives upon the pain and pleasure i bring her.' he purrs in your ear, your stomach becoming tight like a fist as he only pushed you to see how much of a hypocrite you were. then there's a low rumbling laugh that exits his lips, he begins to roll his hips rather than snap them into you, compelling you to do as he asked or you may not get to finish.
he listens to the long whine that leaves your lips, right before his name rolls off your tongue in a series of low begs and whines, but all he wanted now was to hear that you are everything he presumes you are.
'p-please aemond …~!' you whine desperately, grinding your hips against his cock, desperation quickly fills you just as he once did, especially when you were so close to finishing. you dig your teeth into your bottom lip, frustrated once you realize that you would have to obey him. that you would have to suck up your pride because you are so desperate to have that earth-shattering orgasm. then he removes his cock from you entirely, eye moving down to the fluids in between your thighs, soaking them, your thighs trembling, and now he knows how desperate you are for him again.
he turns you around in his direction, forcing you to meet his gaze, to meet his prideful gaze that speaks louder than his words, fingers wrapped around your throat once as he leans in closer to your face. your body trembling as he slides his fingers in between your thighs, taking his time before he reaches your throbbing clit. holding your breath and squeezing your eyes shut, he squeezes the sides of your throat, urging you to say it.
'i won't tell you again … admit it …~' he purrs, fingers moving in tauntingly slow circles around your all too sensitive clit, and finally you decide to swallow your pride and give him what he wants. it leaves a bitter taste on your tongue and your stomach churning at what he's doing to you.
you love it, crave it, and live for it.
but all it does is make you weak and leave wallowing in your guilt.
'i'm a … fuck … i'm a w-whore~!' you say meeting his eye, your eyes glossy and soft as you look up at him, he senses how the energy has changed within you, completely submissive and dependent on him giving you an orgasm. you watch as his lips twitch before curling into a long smile, then he wraps his hands around your waist putting you in the middle of the table. he swiftly moves in between your legs and spreads them wider, then he drives his hips back into you, a sudden gasp exiting his lips as he is still getting used to how utterly wet your cunt is. he leans over you, wide eye gazing down at you with pride that clouds them.
god, he didn't know how much you loathed him.
'that's all i wanted from you. i shall reward you for such … obedience~.' he purrs, rolling his hips inside of you, low groans and gasps rolling off your tongue, slow waves of bliss traveling through your stomach. his hands wrapped around your thighs as the table jerks and moves with each thrust of his hips along with his. whining and writhing beneath him, his name leaving your lips again and again, as he gives you nothing but bliss and at the same time it feels all like so much. your entire body's tingling and throbbing because of him. he begins to snap his hips into you, your walls sucking him like a vortex, fluttering and throbbing around his cock, and he's desperate to not come inside you so quick.
his lips tremble as he closes the space between you, now skin to skin, he's buried his face into the crook of your neck, and he's groaning in bliss, drowning in the same ecstasy as he gives you. sucking and nibbling against your skin, you gasp his name, embracing him with a need for closeness. he keeps lightly hitting that sweet spot in your core, drawing screams from your trembling lips at the ecstasy that sparks throughout your entire being. obscene wet sounds echo through the room, it's enough to make your cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, you keep him close and for this moment all you want is him and him alone.
'fuck~!' you gasp, hands clutching fistfuls of his hair, his hips now cruelly snap within you with heaviness, each thrust of his hips deals a great deal of bliss that leaves your body trembling and fluttering beneath you. especially your thighs, you notice his groans turn into soft gasps, forehead pressed against yours as his hands move up to your neck, your nails dig into his smooth skin, heavy breaths and wanton moans fleeing from your lips. the knot in your stomach grows ever so tight and your heartbeats grow heavier, relentless waves of ecstasy wash over you again and again. you throw your head back, eyes squeezed tight and your eyelashes become damp with your tears, and everything's just bursting.
he squeezes the sides of your neck, focusing on speed, he drives his hips into you at a swift speed, so swift, and his lips slowly open wider as he's overwhelmed with the wet heat that engulfs his cock entirely. he's gasping softly and shutting his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth as his stomach grows tight with heat and all he wants is for that feeling to disappear. to be replaced with a sensation of pure euphoria.
'i'm c-close~! oh, aemond! give it to me~! fuck!' you whine, your thighs trembling erratically as it all comes undone, your words become stuttered and incomprehensible as your orgasm demolishes you, engulfing you in its effects. you hold onto him so tight and he's all that matters right now.
'i'm close … come with me … come on my cock with me … oh~!' he's gasping and panting against your sweaty skin, his cock throbbing inside of you as he comes inside of you. it's hot and plenty and you both spend these moments enamored by the feelings that flee you just as quickly as it came. there are no words once the spell wears off, he gets off of you, quickly putting his pants on and getting clothed, you watch him with bittersweet eyes. there's a dirty feeling that swiftly replaces the bliss that once engulfed you, he leaves with no words but you catch a glimpse of his lips curling into a smirk. there's a sigh that leaves your lips once you're alone, naked and feeling less than how you began.
you still hated him.
just a little less.
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Hi! First of all love your writings. second could you pls do a yandere Samuel x fem! reader (with slight mentions of smut) were he becomes even more obsessed after she breaks up with him
Of course my favorite bumblebees!
minors dni
WARNING: kiss and break up, angst, boss x secretary, ex boyfriend, gender neutral reader
“And you don't seem to understand”
You just look at the apartment with many memories you’d shared with him
On the outside he may seem like a gentleman but deep down inside you, you’d wish you did t meet him in the first time. Especially since you saw his actual side other than his “hot rich ceo” demeanor. How you’d wish you’d never stop to apply to that job
You were just a newcomer to OneMCN company to apply as a new beauty and gamer newtuber trying to earn money to support yourself and your family back in the countryside. You’d enter to get interviewed by him
Yeah you were attracted to him, but who wouldn’t? He’s tall, handsome, and rich(everyone Lookism simps type ever)
You enter the office and sat down. He looked through your files, and then you. At first it looked like he was t interested, but in his mind: he was immediately attracted to you, wanted to be your everything. He’d put on that serious cold face and started your interview.
After a while, he tells you that you were hired, you were officially his new secretary. He’d tell you that you start tomorrow, and you were full of glee. You’d thank him and left the building.
You know the next thing people(I know that I sound lazy, but like it’s 4am and I don’t have much to write about 💀, plus this is a one shot :)): you guys grow closer, he’d offer coffee dates, you guys see each other more often, you guys hang out on the weekend, then he’d asked the big question: will you be my one and only. Of course you said yes.
Sure this relationship sounds great, but cmon let’s be honest. This is Sammuel we’re talking about
He’d usually be so cold around you at the office, treating you like his secretary, you’d only respect his wishes by treating him as your boss
But it only got worst a few weeks where he’d lashed out on you, treat you like nothing, he’d ignore you, come home late smelling like alcohol and smoke. Worst of all, there would be situations where he’d harm you for the smallest things: like let’s say you accidentally spilled coffee on his paperwork’s, when you try to apologize he would grab your wrist and yell at you, then would angrily clean up your mess
You knew that this was unhealthy, but he would try to apologize with small gifts to dates where he wouldn’t talk to you.
You knew the sign and eventually would leave. Looking back at his home and left a note
A couple of days were about self care and healing. You’d eventually moved back into your small apartment near the city and eventually went to therapy for it.
You left your job at OneMCN and decided to ask for your classmate Jace for a job at the cafe he worked at. He was hesitant but agreed. You entered your new work environment and worked your hardest
A few months later you’d eventually made enough money to pay rent and send money to your family.
You’d eventually decided to celebrate at a local club and was escatic. You’d danced the night away, and eventually met a nice guy, Byung ho. You’d met him at the club and met him back again at the coffee shop you worked at. You guys eventually hanged out at his place.
While you and him were walking down the street, you both bumped into a familiar tatted man.
He’d just looked at the both of you guys dumbfounded, the look on his face wasn’t looking good. He’d just push Byung out of the way and grabbed your wrist to drag you to your apartment which was conveniently on the way.
He’d just slam the door shut and pushed you against the wall
“Wanna explain this shit to me y/n?” He said while he grabbed your wrist to pin you on the wall
“I left you for good Sammuel, Why come back to me?” You said trying to escape his grasp, but lmao you we’re struggling
“Who said you left me? I didn’t give you any signals who said you can just leave like a rushed car?” He said while his glasses were sliding off his nose bridge while he came closer to you.
You’d managed to kick him just enough for you to push him away, and you just walk away from him
But to your appeal, he just grabbed your wrist slightly, pulling you in into a big embrace
You knew that it was wrong, but it felt sincere.
You just stood there, while he turns you around and kisses you passionately
You’d dint pull back, push him away, or just slap him. You just gave in
The moon shining through your window and how the stars twinkled. You were enjoying the moment.
And that’s how he’d trapped you into your relationship. You’re trap like a fly in a spiderweb
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I Loved You Like the Sun
a/n: oooo i’m so mean for this cliffhanger i’m sorry but anyways i hope you all enjoy!!
also i think i’m going to change the title of this book bc i’m not really feeling it anymore tbh and this book has evolved so majorly from my early drafts and plot so i think it’s time for a change tbh. if anyone thinks this is an absolutely horrible idea pls do let me know
warnings: incest, swearing, violence, death, mentions of knives, mentions of sex, kinda sex ig, tell me if i missed anything!!
Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Chapter Thirty Three- Blood on Her Hands
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Three Weeks Before Viserys’ Death
“Sometimes,” your husband whispers, soft, into your hair. “I wish that I could be better for you.”
You almost laugh. “I like you the way you are.”
“Yes, but-”
“None of that,” you scold, and smile as you pull back, straddling him, hands flat on the smooth panes of his chest to steady yourself.
His hands trail up and down your arms, tilting his chin down as he moves one hand to play with the edge of your nightgown, now ridden up by your hips. It’s lace, gold, and he stares at it appreciatively.
“But…” he continues, ignoring you.” I do not deserve your or Rhaenyra’s love.”
“Why?” You frown, hands smoothing up and down his chest, and you feel his hips buck below you. You ignore it, hellbent on getting an answer out of him, now.
“I am not a good man. I would send the entirety of Westeros into a doom, for the two of you. For our family, for our blood.”
“Romantic,” you muse, and he smiles.
“Very.”
His hands move to hold your hips, go to move you, but you remain where you are, despite his best efforts.
“What? You won’t let your husband fuck you?”
“You are the one who brought up this foolish self loathing.”
He sighs, rolls his eyes, clearly eager to move past this conversation.
“All I am saying is that we need you. Rhaenyra and I are too similar, you know that. We burn too hot. We need you, so we will not doom this entire continent.”
“Aw,” you coo, genuinely touched by his words. He rolls his eyes as you lean down to kiss him, chaste, and he chases you for more. You straighten your spine. You admit, it is nice to see him chase you. “I love you, Daemon.”
“I love you too, sweetling, more than anything. Can I please fuck you now?”
But the door opens before you can respond, and Rhaenyra jokingly clicks her tongue at your compromising position.
“Starting without me?” She smiles, and you beckon her over with a syrupy sweet smirk and a hooked finger.
She answers your call, crawling onto the bed to kiss you. Chaste, just a peck, before she lays down, propped on her side, a lazy elbow under her.
“Oh, don’t let me stop you.” She smiles, like a cat, teasing, and you throw your head back to laugh when Daemon nods eagerly.
They need you. You smile as Daemon pulls you down to kiss him.
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Present
When the novelty wears off, and your tears stop, you pull back to look at Jace. You place your hands on his face, tears long since ebbed, and he smiles wobbly.
“Are you real?” he asks, and it’s almost as if he’s a boy of two and ten, young and curious.
“Yes,” you smile, laugh, until it drops. “Rhaenyra and Daemon sent you?” You frown, and he steps away from you, back.
“Perhaps they did not.” You have half a mind to scold him, but you know what him being here means. If he got in, he can get out. And take you with him.
You remember their faces, their names, and your resolve grows.
“We- we have to go, quickly.”
He nods, and you brush past him to make for the door. He hesitates behind you.
“I… I was going to kill them. I was.” He admits, suddenly, as if seeing you had made the vengeance fade and guilt take its place.
You smile, softly. “I have done worse.” The lives of Blood and Cheese are on your hands, you know. You doubt they will ever be clean again. You constantly yearn to wash them, scrub them raw, but you do not trust the water of the Red Keep. This place has poison seeping through the walls.
You vow, now, the promise actually attainable, that you will wash the blood from your hands.
He stares at you for a moment, like you are a whole new person. He plants his feet and walks toward you, giving you a dagger.
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“We’ll go through the tunnels. But-” His mother nods, as Jace brandishes his own dagger, safety now on the forefront of his mind. He no longer has to avenge his mother. He has to protect her.
She presses a kiss to his temple just as he opens the door, revealing an empty hallway. He grabs her hand, warm, comforting in his grasp, guiding, grounding.
He leads her the way he came, down the hallway, through the secret door in the wall, down a never ending staircase. Sunrise is not for many hours and darkness will cover them, but still, he can tell his mother is eager to get home. He isn’t, so much. Not eager for whatever chores his parents will dole out on him as punishment.
Selfishly, he hopes Rhaenyra and Daemon will be too entranced in Y/N. Treat him like a hero for bringing her back. They’ll trust him with more. He will prove himself if he brings her home. He will bring her home.
Not only because he needs to approval, but because he missed her. Rhaenyra and Daemon missed her. The younger babies cry more, Luke and Joffrey miss her. He knows that tensions between his parents and Rhaenys and Corlys were tense. A part of the formers could never forgive the people they believed had parts in their children’s death. In their eyes, Y/N was absolved of those crimes. She did not even know them, not then, so it was easier for them to produce a kind word for her.
Besides, Baela and Rhaena enjoy Y/N. She is not their mother, but she is a kind word and a warm hand, understanding and sweet. She is not a replacement, but more so a salve.
The staircase ends, and the corridors are now wide enough to walk side by side. She whispers, asks about the family, and he does not lie to her. He tells her how the Blacks are lost, how Cannibal has reverted to his old ways, how Daemon and Rhaenyra are despondent. How the rest of the children miss her, need her, like he does.
He thinks he sees the sheen of tears in her eyes, but she only grabs his hand and squeezes, says she is so excited to be home. He asks her about Helaena, about Blood & Cheese, and she tells him, slowly, letting tears fall that make his heart twists.
As they near the edge of the passage, it only makes his anger grow. How dare his uncles do this to his mother?
But he pushes it aside as they reach the door. He takes a deep breath, and opens it quickly. She waits behind him, door still concealed in the shadows. They are the gardens, close to the courtyard. There is a side door that is rarely patrolled- they will get through that way. Sneak through the city, to the gates, make it to the woods as morning rises. Fly away on Vermax, quickly, so as his uncles cannot follow them.
His boots sink into the soft dirt as he steps out into the light of the moon, glancing back and forth. Empty. He lets out a breath he did not know he was holding.
Faintly, he hears his heart beating. He realizes it started beating again as soon as she said his name.
He turns, a shameless smile on his face. He can barely make out her figure in the shadows, but she is still there. He raises his hand to beckon her out as a hand closes upon his shoulder.
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You swear the man came out of nowhere. One second Jace was looking at you with the brightest smile on his face, the next his face was filled with fear. You clutched the dagger in your hands.
For your children, you would take a million lives.
(A part of you understands Daemon, now.)
You watch as the man, a non-descript guard, spins him around.
“You shouldn’t be here, boy.” He hisses, and you almost want to move out of the shadows, when Jace stutters out some fake apology and explanation.
The man studies him closely. Brown hair, brown eyes, faint Valyrian features, fine red and black clothes.
“You’re- you’re one of the princes.” The man breathes, and Jace’s face hardens, and just by the pure resolve in his face, you almost do not come forward. It seems as if he’s got it.
Until the guard rips the dagger out of Jace’s hands, after stomping on his foot, grabbing him by the bicep and hissing in his ear.
“I know many who would like to have their fun with a prince,” he says, just loud enough so you can hear.
You see the fear on Jace’s face. He glances at you, fleeting, not wanting to draw attention to you. But you see the pure terror in them.
And suddenly, it is as if you are possessed.
You storm out of the shadows, hidden door slamming beside you, raising your knife to the man and slashing.
He drops Jace, who lands on the ground unceremoniously, while the guard shouts in pain.
“You fucking bitch!” He shouts, making a move for his sword, hissing something else, but it is Jace’s voice you hear.
A desperate shout, a plea, an underlying beg.
“Kill him!”
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Okay time to read the preciousness that is your malec fic. Let's go. A list of bits and pieces I liked a loooooot (because why not???):
The title. Something so soft and malec about it.
Me reading your first fic which is almost 5k words - "stooormy you look like mommy baby"
Alec rubbing off (mundane habits!!) on Magnus is something that can be so personal.
His beautiful Alec >>>
I am once again emotion about malec letting Max's horns hurt them because they don't wanna stop cuddling
Even with his bedhead. Especially with the bedhead. - this coming from Magnus - I am Fashion - Bane. Wow.
Sometimes his husband said his name as if it was a sentence in itself. - I am once again telling you this was some good shit
"Really. And what was the plan?"" Fuck The Clave." - PLEASE
Every time Magnus uttered a curse word or was about to use one, the boy would somehow materialize out of thin air. - canon
Max being a ball of energy is SO canon idk why.
Children petting their parents' heads >>>
"I am not grumpy." Alec shot back. "Yes, you are," Rafael turned and retorted back. Always onboard to give shit to Alec. - I LOVE YOU KING
He had ended up remembering only a few words. The ones that mattered the most. In Spanish and Indonesian. For nights when Magnus and Rafael could only be comforted in their mother tongues. - beautiful.
Magnus being the crazy parent? *checks notes* yeah okay checks out
That Jace scene owns my soul just so you know ;)
While Max had clung to Alec that night, the shadowhunter boy had crawled in Magnus's arms and whispered to him that he would grow up and become the best shadowhunter one day to protect his dad. His husband had worried that maybe Rafael felt that way because Alec had saved him, and he felt the need to pay him back. But with time, they realized that their son felt that way because of the simple fact that he loved Alec. And well, Magnus could understand that. - I KNOW IT'S LONG BUT IT'S BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN SO LIKE SUE ME
impotent - LMAO MAX
"I'm also the father of my children, Magnus. You're not special." - sassy Alec I bow down before thee
Simon asking Alec for advice on how to be a good husband - PLEASE MY HEART (ps - headcanon that Jace finds out and gets offended. Simon: You are not even a husband yet! Jace: WOW WAY TO CHANGE THE TOPIC, LOVELACE!)
You don’t have to be the best. You just have to be better. - lovely advice <3
"You wouldn't be the person I fell in love with if you didn't drop everything to help other people." Alec grabbed his face and brought both their foreheads together. "I love all that you are, Magnus Bane. Never apologize for being you." - ALEC YOU STEALTH ROMANCE ATTACKER
"Let me look at you. I missed home." - LOVE ME A GOOD PARALLELS BRO
Okay. I only left a small comment on ao3 but as you can see, I loved this fic very much.
Side note: Since I have been writing a lot, I haven't really had the time to read fanfiction - which I really miss doing. I have forgotten what it felt like to read it. To be blown away by someone's words and wonder how tf it's not canon. To grin into my pillow. To fall in love with my faves a little bit more.
I missed it so much. Thank you for making me feel those things again. I feel blessed - and grateful <3
A gif to capture how I felt throughout this whole damn thing:
Dani my love I have actual tears reading this I shit you not.
I can't believe you made a list aaaagh my heart. This is the sweetest thing and not to sound dramatic but I will cherish this list with my life
Your reax to everything you mentioned aaaah uwu. It's honestly a little overwhelming to see that people read my words and noticed these small things I added gosh.
That Jace and Simon HC is top tier lmao I accept.
Also, the fact that you're not able to read ff these days and my fic was able to make you feel CAN YOU PLS NOT MA'AM. my mom is asking why I'm grinning and crying looking into my phone. I’m brown pls I’m not allowed to do that skskskks
Thank you so much. I have said it before and I will say it again. I am love you.
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(A very detailed) TMI Hogwarts AU
Cuz it’s been stuck in my head and I don’t have the time, patience, or talent to write an actual fic
This is part 1
Clary’s the quintessential Gryffindor- Good, brave, willing to fight and do anything for her friends, ridiculously impulsive and stubborn
Simon’s Gryffindor
Isabelle’s Gryffindor
Jace’s Gryffindor- It was a tie between that or Slytherin
Alec’s a definite Hufflepuff
Y’know what Imma put Magnus in Ravenclaw. He’s a witty dude, clever, super wise. Does really well in exams even though the teachers see him mostly chatting or distracted in class.
So yeah Jocelyn ran away. She found Luke, who helped her find a job and a life in the small town he lived in.
She did not try to find a way to suppress Clary’s magic when it did show up. Mostly she just put up a bunch of wards and booby trapped parts of their house, keeping secret Portkey’s in random locations.
And because I hate it when parents keep a super important secret from their kids, and it’d be hard to explain away the weird stuff that happens around her, Clary grows up knowing about her magical heritage. She’s been told time and time again to keep it a secret from her classmates, so she never really found any close friends she could confide in
UNTIL Simon moves into town, and gets introduced to her third grade class. He’s kind awkward and shy (his dad just died, but no one really knows about that yet), so it wasn’t long before a couple of bigger boys decided to pick on the new kid. Clary hated seeing people get hurt, so she quickly stepped in and threw stuff towards them until they ran away.
She had to get benched for three recesses, but it was worth it, and Simon came by every time to make sure the girl who helped him wasn’t too lonely
They were best friends after that
Another thing about Simon: Weird stuff happened around him his whole life. It’s actually why his family had to move- people were starting to talk about that Lewis kid who somehow swept a table full of legos clean, made toilets explode into mean kids’ faces, turned lights on and off whenever he started crying
Rebecca, his (wonderful, loyal, I loved her scenes in the series oh my gosh) big sister who walked him back and forth from places, because people they knew their whole lives were starting to look and say and act mean towards her brother, and she wasn’t having any of it.
His mom was terrified of him, after the denial wore off. It was his dad who calmed her down, telling her that it was still their little boy, that Simon was just as confused just as confused as she was.
It wasn’t long before Simon had one of his accidents, but fortunately it was in private, and Clary was there too.
They were playing hide and seek on Simon’s house, and somehow when Clary found him, his left leg was completely invisible. For a moment Simon was quiet, looking at his first and only friend and wondering if she was going to get scared and call him a freak like the others.
But no, Clary’s eyes got big and wide, and she breathed out, “You’re like me.”
The next day Jocelyn came over to Simon’s place, sat his mom down, and explained everything to her: The wizarding world, Simon being a muggle born, magic schools. It took awhile but his mom was on board with it, relieved that there was an explanation, that somebody else knew what was happening.
Rebecca and Simon were eavesdropping. Afterwards they went to the library and checked out as many fantasy novels as they could, with Clary looking them over and saying which ones sounded close enough to the world her mother told her about.
The mom’s became as close as Clary and Simon are, often sharing stories of their kids, with Simon’s mom coming and asking Jocelyn for advice whenever he had accidents.
The Hogwarts letter came when they were eleven. Clary ran to Simon’s house the moment she got hers, and they both jumped around and screamed together.
The first trip to Diagon Alley was terrifying for the Lewis’s. Jocelyn helped them with most of the shopping list, whispering warnings and tips throughout for the next year, and everyone carefully ignored how they were being stared at- their weird clothes, gadgets, obvious confusion at some of the stores. They got out relatively unscathed, until Jocelyn got recognized by one of her old classmates from Hogwarts, who she pretended not to see and quickly walked away from.
Clary and Simon, on the other hand, were having the time of their lives. They ran from shop to shop, whispering excitedly about all the candies and toys there.
The only thing that dampened their mood was when they got to the robe shop for their fitting, and met the meanest, rudest, (prettiest) boy.
He had looked over at Simon’s and Clary’s clothes, then at the Lewis’s who were standing a distance away, and snorted. Said something about muggleborns and mudbloods with this look on his face, like they were smaller than him.
Even though Simon didn’t know the M word, Clary very well did. How dare this (really cute why does someone this mean so cute it’s not fair) say that about her best friend.
And since Clary couldn’t stand bullies, she shoved him hard, until he fell down. Then yelled at him extensively about rude words, he had no right to say that about his friends, how dare he, until Jocelyn heard the commotion and had to physically drag Clary off of him.
And Simon was there, not knowing what the big deal was but feeling touched anyways. And then a ridiculously good-looking family came over, finding a boy on the ground and a mother scolding her redhead. Jocelyn saw them, and froze.
It was the Lightwoods. So the parents kinda both stop for a second, and it would’ve been more than a second if Alec and Izzy didn’t see Jace and run over, Alec glaring daggers at Clary, and Isabelle going forward and preparing to punch the girl for hurting her brother.
And then after enough prodding, they find out what happened and force the two to apologize. Well, Clary had to apologize to Jace, and Jace had to apologize to Simon.
Like, I headcanon that the Lightwoods are pretty snobby in this au, okay?
But they’re trying to get better
Like they look at Simon and his family in the distance, and a part of them still thinks they’re better than them, but they also recognize that it’s not okay
Backstory on Jace: He was born by Stephen and Celine before Celine died in childbirth, and Stephen got sent to Azkaban (and died a few months later), so he got raised by someone who was really Valentine Morgenstern.
Michael Wayland is not dead in this fic and he is not used as Valentine’s alias. I want him to live. I got too attached to him too quickly in the short story.
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT JACE IS A HERONDALE THERE WILL BE NO SURPRISE SIBLING TWIST IN THIS AU PLS
So he’s been raised on these elitist beliefs, and is still, like, eleven years old, and he’s being slowly trained out of it by the Lightwoods
And getting smacked by an angry (cute) eleven year old girl definitely did help
Or at least it seemed to. Jace got really quiet when they left the shop, but not in a sullen way.
It was similar to the way Alec and Izzy saw him looking at broomsticks, or quidditch matches, or hearing about magical weapons and wars, or when he was listening to the prettiest piano music
I just wanna imagine tiny Jace looking up at a yelling Clary and getting starry eyed, because (barring his sister Izzy) here was the coolest girl he’s ever seen
Like he got fond of Clary when she slapped him “For the other ten percent” tell me this isn’t how Jace gets a crush on her.
They don’t see them when boarding the train, though. The crowd was too big for that. Clary and Simon shared a coach. They kept whispering to each other about all the plans they have, the nights they’ll sneak out of their dorm room and just explore the grounds.
#tmi#the mortal insturment#hogwarts au#tmi hogwarts au#clace#clary fairchild#simon lewis#isabelle lightwood#jocelyn fairchild#alec lightwood#jace herondale#maryse lightwood#robert lightwood#the mortal instruments#tsc#the shadowhunter chronicles
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Shadowhunters ep 6 review & general spoilers!
Oof! That was a rollercoaster! I feel kinda shivery!! And like I need to rewatch some bits! Loved seeing more of Magnus this ep!!!! He's more open than I was expecting- he displays a vulnerability that I appreciate- his open-ness. "For centuries I've closed myself off to feeling anything for men or women" woosh thats me shivering- the openess of his bisexuality so clearly shown is just the best. I might cry a lil- I rewound that bit and watched it again. And Alec helping him with his strength & holding his hand- I love how small things- touches- can be so much. And Alec- damn- his smile- I love it when he smiles. The shy kinda lighting up kind is the best- the one with Magnus. Also- Matt's acting- when he's kinda not sure why he's there and if he should stay and that internal struggle and confusion- it was played so well!!! Magnus saying "i know" and being gentle and open- I- *insert keyboard smash*. Clary's brother thing! I said out loud b4 they revealed it- its her brother- apparently I'm picking up on plots now- good twist! Only saw it coming at the last minute! The Valentine info is a lot! Also reminded me of Voldemort a lot tbh- the origins. Another french named physco. I mean- I can see why he might be mad about lots of Shadowhunters dying for Mundanes- and why they need more to help- but the whole thing is helping protect ppl- its a good thing. They defintely needed ppl to help tho. Hmm- Jace & Simon- that was intense- I hate Jace putting Simon down & tbh good on him for standing up for himself- although I know that was the vamp coming through. Jace is an asshole there- i hate him for what he said to Simon- he might be jealous of Simon & Clary's closeness? I wish he'd stop acting like a high school bully- especially when I was growing to like him too- I think he kinda said sorry at the end- Simon left a dollar- I didn't rlly get that but still. Isabelle! Poor Isabelle- Sure the family name is important to a degree maybe (is it though?) But what's more important- your family's happiness or a reputation. The parents rlly need to decide! I can't remember if it was also needing a good name to get the Clave to listen- which majes sense- but generally- she needs to be nicer to her kids- and oh boy- you got a shock coming when Alec tells you he's gay. All you gotta do is love him. End of ep felt sad bc of Izzy but kinda sad (when alec finds out bout the marriage and doing it properly) but exciting bc Malec!!
Gonna end on that note and rewatch some bits! Feel oddly on edge and apprehensional! But lets see Magnus talking bi again yes pls- also thats what it feels like to have a canon bi character and a canon developing ship- wow damn. Lmao actually tho. 😂 Anyway! Thats it! And thanks if you read! Have a lovely day ~Lula X
Ps. Lil Q for the comments- (without spoilers or description unless it was 6 or b4)- just tell me which ep of s1 of Shadowhunters was/is your favourite!!
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Tonight We Ride
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“Alec, this seems like a terrible idea.” Underhill is now holding two drinks, one in each hand, because Alec shoves his most recent glass of beer at him to hold while he signs his name up on a piece of paper at the bar. “I know you’re technically my boss, and I have no right to tell you what to do, but--”
“Stop.” Alec cuts him off, but even just the single word is drawn out in a slight slur. Or maybe more than a slight slur, he really can’t tell anymore. “First, quit calling me ‘your boss’ when we’re out for drinks. We’re friends, Underhill. You get to tell me when I’m being an idiot.” Alec pauses there, a smirk on his face as he reaches out and takes his beer back, managing to only spill some of it onto the ground in the process. “Except you’re wrong. This is not a terrible idea. This is a great idea.”
In front of them, in the center of a circle of inflatable cushioning, is a mechanical bull. And Alexander Gideon Lightwood, Head of the New York Institute, is going to ride it.
“Alec, please. Your sister is going to kill me if I bring you back for healing after you break your neck on this thing,” Underhill groans.
“Do you really have such little faith in me? That hurts.” Alec scoffs, feigning offense as he brings a hand up to his chest indignantly. “Magnus is going to be so mad he left early,” Alec adds, and at least that’s one thing they can both agree on. Underhill imagines Alec would’ve listened to Magnus… then again, after spending some time with the pair of them, he isn’t so sure Magnus wouldn’t encourage this just for the ridiculousness.
“At least tell me I can record it?” Underhill asks, taking another sip of his own drink while reaching into his pocket with his free hand for his phone.
“Yes. In fact, you have to, so I can show Izzy and Jace. Otherwise they’ll never believe me.”
Alec pulls his own phone out, bringing up a group chat between Izzy, Jace, Clary, and himself.
A: There is a mechanical bull here J: Ride it C: Alec pls ride it I: omfg no Alec do not ride it you’ll break your drunk ass neck. DO NOT ENCOURAGE HIM. A: LOL!!! I: Alec no I: #StopAlec2k18 A: I’m gonna ride it
“Are you going to use your runes?” Underhill asks, thinking that the equilibrium rune might be enough to balance out Alec’s inebriation. Alec looks up from his phone and considers the idea for half a second before shaking his head, ignoring the vibrations of continued messages from the chat as he slips his phone back into his pocket, out of sight and out of mind.
“No. That’d be cheating. If these mundanes can do this without help, so can I.” Alec sounds very sure of himself, and by this point Underhill knows better than to try and argue.
“Alright, you’re up!” Comes the voice of the man operating the controls of the bull, and he’s looking at Alec.
“Wish me luck.” Alec gives a wink before setting his drink down on a nearby table and hopping into the circle. Underhill shakes his head again, laughing, knowing how much some of the others would pay to witness this right now. And of course, slight concerns aside, it isn’t like it can end too poorly; drunk or not, Alec’s a Shadowhunter, and--
--and he just jumped up onto the bull only to immediately fall off the other side.
Underhill barks out a laugh, and Alec makes another attempt, but the squishiness of the inflatable padding underneath makes getting a solid jump onto the bull nearly impossible. His current lack of hand-eye (and total body, if he’s being honest) coordination isn’t helping matters. Someone from the growing crowd of onlookers takes it upon himself to go over and assist after a second failed attempt to mount the bull, and Underhill curses the fact that he isn’t filming yet as a total stranger literally lifts Alec by the thighs and pushes him into a sitting position on the bull.
For the first time since signing his name on that paper, Alec is actually a little nervous. People are watching now, and he just needed someone to help lift him onto this bull after falling off an embarrassing number of times before he could even properly start. Perhaps, he considers a bit too late, Underhill might’ve had a point about this being a bad idea. Jace’s encouragement should’ve been the second hint.
“Ready?” The operator asks, and Underhill hits record, watching as the mechanical animal springs to life.
Thankfully for sake of both Alec’s pride and his physical well-being, the operator has a sense of just how drunk the man on the bull is and keeps things slow. The smile’s gone and Alec looks far too focused and serious for anyone having an enjoyable night out as all of his energy is directed to not falling off the bull. He tries to spot Underhill in the small crowd of bar-goers but between his vision blurring slightly from the alcohol AND the constant swirling movements of the bull it’s no surprise he can’t make out individual people. About 15 seconds later Alec nearly loses his balance but manages to shift himself upright again, his body moving fluidly forward and back to match the bull’s jeering movements.
Underhill lets out an encouraging cheer. The operator speeds up the movements, the turns coming faster and sharper until, at the 35 second mark, Alec starts to slide to the right. There’s a look of panic on his face and it seems like he might try to fix it again before his hands are off the handle and he’s falling unceremoniously onto his side in defeat.
His collapse is met with cheers and claps from the onlookers, and he rolls himself over to climb unsteadily back to his feet with a small, satisfied smile on his face, managing to only stumble once on his way out.
“Got it all,” Underhill says proudly, motioning to his phone. “Not going to lie, I’m impressed, Lightwood. I can’t believe you just did that.”
“Neither can I,” Alec admits, laughing as he grabs his drink back. “Your turn?”
“Absolutely not.” Underhill states with no uncertainty, the pair of them laughing as they head back inside.
“Not even if it comes as a direct order from your boss?” Alec’s smirking a bit.
“What happened to not being my boss tonight?” Underhill mocks, rolling his eyes.
“I’m just kidding. I wouldn’t pressure you into doing something you didn’t want to do. It’s totally fine that you don’t want to be embarrassed because you know there’s no possible way you could beat my time. I understand.”
Underhill gives an incredulous huff. “So that’s how we’re going to play this?” He challenges, handing his drink to Alec to hold. “Alright, boss. You’re on.”
#alec lightwood#underhill#shadowhunters#shfanficnexus#I HAVE NO EXCUSE FOR THIS BESIDES PEOPLE ARE SAD OVER THESE NEW AUCTION ITEMS#AND I WANTED TO POST SOMETHING FUNNY TO BREAK UP THE SAD#so i give you: Alec Lightwood riding a mechanical bull#inspired entirely by the night i got drunk and rode a mechanical bull a few weeks ago
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It's not nerves that's flowing through Radisson as he makes his way around the crowded house. Anticipation.
It's not like it's been that long since he's seen Ziggy. Even with him staying at the house for the summer, while she's stayed at their apartment back in Jonestown, even with Radisson dedicated to spending time with his siblings after having not seen them much during the semester, and even with Ziggy working hard with Jace to get as much done for their channel as they can while they have extra time, on top of continuing to work part-time, they two of them have still done their best to see each other. Dates once a week, at the least, usually with her staying the night.
Just like the old days. It's been nostalgic. Ziggy's liked that, too, because even though she certainly has no reason to at all, once or twice she'd even snuck out from the window in the morning.
Even on the days where they don't see each other in person, he never forgets to send her a good morning text, to which she always responds to when she wakes up (often times not until a few hours later, which he's glad for. With as hard as she works, she deserves all the rest she can get.) they'll call, or even facetime. Always in each other's orbit, even when living their separate lives.
Tonight, though, he's especially eager to see her. Perhaps it's that the atmosphere of a Corriander Summer Party is simply contagious, giving him a jolt of extra energy.
He should have gone to pick her up, he thinks briefly, knowing that that would have unnecessary. There had been plenty to do to get the party set up, and Ziggy already had people living the same town as her that would be giving her a ride.
He's not surprised that said ride will apparently be fashionably late, though. So Radisson sets out to mingle.
It's impossible not to notice when they finally do arrive, even if just to him. His ears are trained to pick up on the sounds of his group, especially Jace, always distinguishable and always one laugh away from trouble.
Radisson looks over immediately, finding Jace strolling in like he owns the place, an arm thrown around Warrick's shoulders, with Paniz trailing along, wide eyed. And then Radisson spots Ziggy, smiling at her friends, and she looks amazing. He's never seen the dress she's wearing before. It must be something new she (or Jace) bought just for the occasion. Her curls waterfall around her shoulders, and all the light in the house seems to be shining for her and her alone. She looks up, catching sight of him in return, smile growing even brighter, and it's like all that light surrounding her gets projected straight to him, blinding him.
Quickly the two of them meet, bodies moving naturally, without thought, as his arm snakes around her hip and her perfect painted fingers rest upon on his shoulder as she dips in for a quick, formal kiss.
It's not enough. After the initial contact, when he should be pulling away, he presses in again, slightly harder, and she indulges him briefly, before being the responsible one to pull away, smiling warmly. Hand now flat against his chest, firm and grounding him.
Right. They are at party, surrounded by both their families and a hell of a lot of their familys’ friends.
Paniz is saying something, but Radisson isn't able to focus on the words quite yet, but it grabs the attention of both Ziggy and Warrick, the two of them seemingly talking at once. Luckily, Radisson is spared from being forced to catch up too quickly, because Jace is at his side, given him a pointed look.
“Gross.”
“Oh, please.” Radisson replies. “I'm sure that'll be nothing compared to whatever you and Warrick will get up to by the end of the night.”
Jace lets out an audible heh, glancing back to their friends who are still chatting amongst each other. “I sure hope so.”
At some point, Radisson gets dragged from the group by Ramada, fussing about something or other, and Radisson says he'll take care of it, but doesn't. When he finds the group again, Ziggy's not with them, either, and when Radisson asks, Jace just shrugs, which is fair. At this point, Ziggy knows almost as many people at these parties as Radisson does, between their separate families and simply having done this so many times. He's not concerned. It's just that he wants to be around her. The brief time they'd been around each other earlier in the evening did nothing to quell his energy, if anything, the scratch at the surface simply caused a fissure that felt like it was slightly, slowly, erupting.
But this was a party, and Ziggy had always loved Corriander parties, it was only right to let her enjoy herself, wherever she was.
~
He's not sure how much later it is when he finally spots her again, standing and talking with Hilton. Radisson doesn't approach, just yet, instead taking a moment to drink her in, while taking sips from the literal one in his hand, able to watch the interaction with nothing but fondness, because there's no need for anything else. Ziggy doesn't look at Hilton with the stars in her eyes like she once did, and she hadn't for a long time. If anything, the only thing Radisson will feel if he continues thinking about it is the sting of regret for ever having used it against her.
Ziggy glances, just barely, catching Radisson's eyes in an instant, and he imagines that he could be feeling wonder at the fact that she was able to hone in on him so quickly in such a crowded house, if only he had the room to feel anything more than he already was.
The break-up had changed them. Perhaps that was inevitable, in some sense, but that doesn't stop Radisson from being aware of it, sometimes. He wouldn't say it's for the worse, though. Before, it had been all softness and whimsy, an airy sort of love, like a daydream. And that wasn't necessarily lost, by any means, there were unquestionably moments, days, where it still felt just the same.
But ever since getting back together, something else had moved in, or perhaps simply snapped within him. Something hot and visceral. It was like there were times when Radisson looked at Ziggy and all he could feel was the realness of it. This was real and overwhelming and raw. Raw energy, raw emotion, raw love, raw...
He catches sight of how Ziggy blinks at him, and he realizes that she sees it. That she's looking right through him, that she knows. He considers that perhaps he should step away now. Get back to the party and let her continue to enjoy it, as well, but he catches the way her cheeks slightly flush, her teeth poking out from her smile, so he stays long enough to watch her fully turn her attention back to Hilton, saying something while still grinning, and then step away.
She moves through the house, but not toward Radisson. He sets his glass down and follows her, anyway.
He can easily piece together where she's headed, so he doesn't need to be so focused on keeping her in her sights, except for the thrill of it all. He does lose track of her at one point, so he doesn't see her step out the back doors, so he just has to hope that his gut hasn't steered him wrong.
Stepping out into the night isn't refreshing because of the temperature, it's hot, and the house has air conditioning, but to Radisson it feels amazing, not quite realizing until that moment how stuffy he'd felt.
Ziggy is standing by the pool, at this point pulling off her second shoe, leaving her barefoot. Radisson's beginning to approach when she turns her head to him, smile full of love.
And then she turns away, sprinting.
Radisson immediately takes off after her.
He almost thinks this may be the fastest he's ever run in his life, but then he remembers that night, running through the woods behind that godforsaken car wash. So much else feels the same. The night air, the wind blowing in his ears, the feeling of earth under his shoes. His heart racing to the beat of Ziggy, Ziggy, Ziggy.
Ziggy, Ziggy, Ziggy.
He catches sight of her dipping into the guest house, the last thing he sees of her being a flash of the fabric of her skirt and a bare, dirty foot.
He quick charges in behind her, stopping when he realizes the seemingly emptiness of the interior. Still dark, and awfully quiet. He strains to hear, attempting to get a clue as to where she is hiding. He doesn't turn on the light, because not only could that draw attention, but that would definitely be cheating.
He can't hear much over his own breathing, though, so he's definitely taken by surprise when he's practically pounced on.
From there it only takes a moment for his body to get his bearings, though, easily slipping into wrapping his arms around waist as he kisses like his life depends on it.
He thinks that, perhaps, at this point, it does.
That's all it is for a long moment, mouth and hands and bliss. Eventually, instinct takes over and his lips move to neck, and when Ziggy gives a hum of encouragement his feet begin to move, guiding toward bedroom or even couch, whichever they fall onto first.
Ziggy hums again, but this time it's an obvious nuh-uh noise, and Radisson's insides flip over the conflict of being disappointed but also not because this alone is still so, so good.
Before he can come to a conclusion, he realizes that Ziggy's the one guiding now, they're in the kitchen area, and she takes her hands off of him to grip the counter that she's got her butt against, and when he realize that's she's about to push off from the ground he swoops in to help, lifting her hips and placing her safely.
She pulls him back in for more kisses, only to soon break away and using her hand in his hair to guide him back to where he had previously been on her neck. “Not where my uncle may have already, gross.” She says, breathy.
'Mm' is all he can acknowledge, because he's too occupied with his mouth on her skin.
He feels her fingers working at his shirt, buttons coming undone one by one. “Do you have-”
“Yes.” He replies simply, moving a hand into his pocket. She giggles in response.
“Ah, were you planning on this?”
“Not planning.” He moves to place kisses on her cheek, intending to be gentle, but admittedly still moving with more frantic quickness than he can properly control. “Just considered the possibility.”
“Mmhm.” She responds, teasing, but pushes his shirt open, running her fingers along his chest. She doesn't push it all the way off, and he makes no effort to do so either, if that's how she wants it, that's how she'll get it.
Anything she wants. He'd give her the entire world.
He rakes his own hands up the outsides of her thighs, under her skirt, feeling her shift, catching sight of the way her lip goes between her teeth when he reaches her tummy, keeping his touch light as he trails over her skin, almost a tickle, but not quiet. He already knows she likes that, but the squeak that catches in her throat confirms it, sending a jolt through Radisson's own system.
The entire world and more. Anything.
She lifts her arms when Radisson gets to them, her dress going easily over her head. Her curls, messy by now, but still beautiful, falling around her face and neck as the piece of clothing lands onto an empty space of counter beside them.
He takes a page from her book. Her bra is pretty, red and lacey, so he decides to keep it where it is, going in to take advantage of all the other extra skin now exposed to him with his lips and teeth.
When he can feel Ziggy pull his hips closer while simultaneously scooting herself as much to the edge of the counter that she can, he thinks 'yeah', reaching down to loop his fingers between her skin and the fabric of her underwear, 'those can go.'
~
Certain things Ziggy always carries with her. Among those things are hair ties and lipstick. So when Radisson joins her in the bathroom fixing her lipstick, he isn't surprised. She grins when she catches sight of him behind her in the mirror, waiting until he's finished with his last button before leaning back against him, Radisson placing a kiss against her hair.
“I have a hickey.”
She doesn't need to tell him that she actually has more than one, but he looks up at their reflection anyway.
“You can wear my jacket.” He offers, gently running his fingers over her shoulders, where the thin straps of her dress don't cover. “Or I can try and sneak in and find you some make-up.” He adds, fingers trailing up to her neck.
“If you want.” She replies. “I don't mind. But it's your family's party, so-”
“I like it.” He says simply, into her ear, before the kissing the skin behind it.
“Okay.” She says, but doesn't hide the satisfaction radiating off of her, especially as she ties up her hair into a ponytail, leaving it even more exposed. “I'll still wear your jacket, though.”
He hums, not yet making an effort to move away. “Deal.”
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long as there are stars above you
{{ read on ao3 }}
pairings: raphael/meliorn, magnus/alec, jace/simon, clary/izzy
summary:
Luke is a former Shadowhunter, betrayed by his parabatai, turned werewolf, cop whose partner was killed by said (former) parabatai, who also happened to be his ex-wife. When it comes to pain and mistrust, very little can surprise him anymore. When it comes to love, however, it’s a whole new ball game.
aka: everyone in shadowhunters is lgbt and luke sees everything
words: 1,345
a/n: inspired in part by this post by @softjimon and in part by some texts between @fightwoodbanes and i, pls enjoy
Luke considers himself an observant man. Between the police training, the werewolf senses, and the Shadowhunter upbringing, it’d be pretty difficult - not to mention dangerous - not to be.
Still, he thinks it would have to take a specially obtuse person (Simon, when he was mundane, perhaps) not to notice the tension during the cabinet meetings.
Not the argumentative kind, no - although that still occurs from time to time, largely between Raphael and Alec - but the other kind. The kind Luke doesn’t want to think about between two people he’s supposed to see as equals in Downworlder leadership but look barely over the age of twenty.
He expected this sort of romantic, lingering tension between Magnus and Alec. The two were bonded closer than nearly anyone Luke had ever known, even after such a short time together. He had not expected Raphael and Meliorn. Somehow they are almost worse at hiding it than Magnus and Alec; the newness of their relationship brings with it an almost childlike innocence, bursting the seams with love and affection. The two couples burn so bright it makes Luke’s heart ache down to his core. Nevertheless he finds himself admiring the pairs, their strength and love breaking boundaries most of the Shadow world was still reluctant to shift.
Some two months after he begins to suspect Raphael and Meliorn’s relationship, he hears a conversation between Raphael and Magnus. They’re in Magnus’ apartment - one of the many approved locations for the weekly cabinet meetings - watching Alec clean up dinner in the kitchen with a domestic sort of ease and familiarity.
“He’s not my favorite person,” Raphael starts, and Magnus rolls his eyes lightheartedly. “But I know he makes you happy. I’ve never seen you like this before, Magnus.” His eyes warm with unspoken affection. There’s similar tenderness in Magnus voice when he speaks; its that of family, of love.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” Magnus admits. He laughs at himself. “I feel like a sixteen year old when I say it, but it’s true. Alexander, he… the thing is, he has the power to destroy me. But he won’t. Just knowing that, in my very soul, means more to me than I could ever articulate.” He takes a sip of his drink to distract himself; for all his grandeur, Magnus is little more willing to express raw emotion than Raphael.
“When his time comes…” Raphael says tentatively.
Magnus sighs. “Yes, there is that. We alternate between talking ourselves in circles and avoiding the topic altogether. It’s not perfect, but there’s no right decision. Every path would cause pain.” He looks meaningfully at Raphael. “You are immensely lucky to have found an immortal love.”
Both men, and Luke as well, shift their gaze slightly to Meliorn, entertaining himself on the balcony. Raphael makes no comment one way or the other, but the silence is confirmation enough.
Growing up, Simon’s romantic interests were not particularly varied. In fact, they were largely singular: Clary and Clary alone. After seeing his heart crushed more than once by his best friend, Luke had hoped that Simon would champion his own life and find the right love for him.
He just really, really hadn’t expected that love to be Jace Wayland.
Herondale.
Whatever.
He’s in the institute for an impromptu meeting with Alec - something about werewolves attacking a Shadowhunter (who probably had it coming, if he’s being honest) when Jace and Simon stumble in, bruised and a little bloody. Simon is clinging to Jace’s hand for dear life while he rambles about the thrill of the mission, the adrenaline of the chase coursing through him. And Jace looks enamored.
It’s not just Luke who is surprised at the turn of events - it seems the couple are a new development, as everyone from Alec to Clary to a random passerby has something to say about it.
“I’m so happy for you!” Clary squeals, running to hug both boys at once. Jace smiles quietly while Simon spit-fires explanations to every little question Clary has.
Alec hovers just slightly away from the trio, waiting for his parabatai to make eye contact. Luke senses that Jace is, for some reason, avoiding exactly that.
“Jace,” Alec eventually says. He turns, albeit wearily, hand still tightly wound in Simon’s. “I - .” Alec stops there. Never one for eloquence, he seems at a loss for words.
“Look, Alec - ”
Alec holds a hand up. “Just. Hold on a sec.” Jace waits. He’s a well trained Shadowhunter, so it’s not blatant, but Luke can see the slightest of tension in his shoulders, bracing for impact. It’s a good twenty seconds before Alec gathers his thoughts. “You never - all those years? I thought - at least at first, that you - I mean. I’m glad, I guess, that you didn’t - or I don’t know, if that’s the right word, but - I - Simon?”
Jace doesn’t miss a beat. “Yeah. Simon.” His grin is blinding, and he looks over at the boy in question, currently being embraced by Izzy. Luke can’t say he understands it much better than Alec does, but he thinks they both know that all that really matters is their happiness, and that? That radiates between the two.
Luke is a former Shadowhunter, betrayed by his parabatai, turned werewolf, cop whose partner was killed by said (former) parabatai, who also happened to be his ex-wife. When it comes to pain and mistrust, very little can surprise him anymore. When it comes to love, however, it’s a whole new ball game. This one just so happens to include his daughter. Clary comes to visit at the Jade Wolf one day, Isabelle Lightwood in tow. It’s not entirely unusual; Clary is often bringing along one or more of her friends, especially since much of the Downworld is still wary of her every move. Though he has interacted with her little, Luke holds Izzy in high regard. He has heard all about her strength, her wisdom, and most especially her compassion. He thinks they could be something like friends, although he feels too old to do so - but he’s well acquainted with her brothers by now, after all.
Clary says, “Luke, Izzy and I are together.” The girls squeeze together tight. It’d look painful if they didn’t look so blindingly happy.
Luke considers himself to be above the shovel talk, so he simply turns to Izzy and says “You take care of her, you understand me?” She nods seriously. He nods back, a smile on his face. He looks at Clary, who of course is looking at Izzy like she hangs the moon. He hasn’t seen a smile of hers that bright since before her mother died - maybe even before she was kidnapped. He watches them while they eat, the way they talk without words and comfort without touch. He wonders how all of these kids have found such pure, unconditional love for one another. He wonders, only somewhat bitterly, if he will ever come close to that again.
It’s when Clary giggles madly, Izzy grinning ear to ear, that Luke finally gives his blessing. “Your mother would be proud of your choices,” he tells her. “And so happy for you.” He squeezes her hand, lying on the tabletop, as a tear or two rolls down her cheek.
Later that night, he watches them go, talking about how best to break the news to their friends and family. “Alec will probably lose his mind,” Clary laughs.
“You think Alec will? What about my mother?”
So here Luke finds himself, sitting in Magnus’ apartment, not as an Alpha pack leader this time but instead a whopping ninth wheel, celebrating New Year’s Eve. He can’t believe he managed to not only become apart of this ragtag group of kids (it doesn’t matter how old Magnus and Raphael really are, he still looks the oldest) but also be the only straight, single person amongst them. He thinks he may be officially unable to be surprised by love, when -
Maia Roberts comes in, another girl in tow. “‘Sup everybody,” she calls. “This is my girlfriend Lily.”
#shadowhunters#malec#jimon#clizzy#raphiorn#???? still not sure on that one#softjimon#ruthie writes#pls read this on ao3 !!
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louisandharryhug replied to your post “The most hypocritical argument I heard from Jalecs was that anyone who...”
I can't believe I read this with my own eyes, Alec didn't CHOOSE to be Jace's parabatai because he knew they'll be better off as brothers or whatever the fuck you believe they are, BUT because it was the only way he's going to be close to him. Because let's face it, if he said no to Jace about being his parabatai over time they eventually would have drift apart and that's it and he didn't wanna lose him. Also, do you think Alec' feeling would just disappeared after Magnus showed up?????
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“The most hypocritical argument I heard from Jalecs was that anyone who...”
Because yeah he found Magnus interesting when they first met, but he loved Jace since he was a teenager and I don't think he'll ever stop loving him to be honest. It's hard to forget about feelings like that.
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“The most hypocritical argument I heard from Jalecs was that anyone who...”
Also I guess you a HUGE books fan, since what you're doing right now is exactly what cc did in books.
LMFAO should I eviscerate you or laugh it off?
I’m me so I’ll just eviscerate you.
First of all, Alec did, he DID FUCKING CHOOSE JUST THAT YOU DELUSIONAL FUCKWIT. THAT WAS THE ENTIRE POINT OF THE EPISODE. NOBODY FORCED HIM TO GO THROUGH WITH THE CEREMONY. HE DID IT KNOWING FULL WELL IT MEANT HE CAN’T BE WITH JACE go rewatch the episode holy fucking shit I can’t hold your goddamn hand through the simplest of things???
Second of all ‘’whatever you think they are’’ uhm...BROTHERS? As they keep referring to each other every 0,25 seconds? They literally used the word brother more than each other’s names by now so shut the fuck up and go live in your incestuous fantasy.
Third I never said his feelings disappeared? Feelings, no matter how strong or how longlasting fade sometimes??? Especially romantic ones? ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU FIND SOMEONE ELSE YOU’RE INTERESTED IN have you ever been in fucking love seriously grow the hell up But even if his feelings haven’t faded yet, which would be understandable, WHY IN THE FUCKING WORLD WOULD YOU WANT HIM TO CONTINUE TO BE IN LOVE WITH JACE. Have you not been paying attention? Alec’s feelings for Jace are eating him inside and making him miserable??? How is wanting him to romantically move the fuck on a bad thing pls find a grip and then get it.
Also.....did you just assume I stan Cassandra and her shitty books bc...I DON”T ship incest? I think there’s a word for that...Is it...irony???
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