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Hi! Are you planning on writing a part 2 to Lessons? It was too good 🥵

lessons | aegon targaryen

part 2

pairing: aegon targaryen x fem!reader

summary: in search on the streets of silk for your husband, you find his brother in a compromising position

warnings: this is almost pure smut (MDNI 18+)

a/n: just wanted to say i’ve been treated to kindly and accepted into this community so wonderfully and so fast. you’ve all restored my faith in humanity. happy to have a place to be horny and angsty and feral without judgement :)

part 1

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Aemond was not in attendance for breakfast. You apologized to Alicent, lying that you had forgotten he had told you he was traveling to Harrenhall first thing.

The truth was, you and Aegon returned to the Red Keep immediately after your rendezvous in the Street of Silk, and you had completely forgotten about Aemond until you arrived to breakfast and were asked about his absence.

“Not to worry,” Alicent smiled, “that boy is impossible, is he not?”

You laughed in response, “that he is.”

Breakfast was pleasant, apart from the constant staring from Aegon. You could tell he was still worked up, and coming back to the Red Keep meant he had to attend to his duties as King, which meant he had to wait.

And Aegon did not like waiting.

About mid-day, you were in the library with your handmaiden, when a member of the King’s Guard came to fetch you.

“His Grace has requested an audience with you in his chambers, My Lady,” he spoke.

You looked at him, confused. “It is but midday.”

The man in armor sighed. “Yes, My Lady.”

“Should he not be working?” you pressed.

“He says this is work related, My Lady.”

You knew better, but you also knew better than to deny your king.

You were escorted to Aegon’s apartment, not bothering to knock before you pushed the double doors open.

“Aegon, it is the middle of the day,” you said, watching as he turned around at the sound of your voice.

“God, finally, you take fucking forever,” he said, marching up to you and grabbing your waist, pulling your body against his as he enveloped you in a heated kiss.

You giggled, “could this not wait until late?”

Aegon continued to pepper kisses around your face and down your neck. “No,” he whined, “need you now. Waited long enough already.”

“Then why didn’t we just- shit, Aegon did you just bite me?” He just laughed in response and continued bruising your neck. “Why didn’t we just stay out then?”

“And face,” kiss, “the wrath,” kiss, “of my mother? Absolutely not,” kiss, “too risky.”

“‘Tis more risky to be caught by your mother away from the castle than to fornicate with your brother’s wife inside of it?”

Aegon paused for a moment and looked up at you. Suddenly, a hand was around your throat, as Aegon roughly pushed you into a wall.

“You’re mine, you know that? You aren’t his. I don’t care if you’re wed,” he pulled one of your legs up to his waist, granting him access to violently shove a finger inside of you, “I’m the one making you feel like this. In private, you’re mine.”

You cried out at the intrusion of his finger, hips bucking forward as you squirmed.

His hand moved from your throat, only for a brief moment, to slap your cheek.

“Do you understand?”

“Y- yes, My King.”

“Good girl.”

Aegon used both hands to grip under your thighs, lifting you up until your legs were wrapped around him, and carrying you over to the bed, slamming your back down on the side of it.

“Easy, Aeg.”

Aegon let out a growl at the nickname, “you want me to go easy on you? Is that it? You want me to be nice?” he questioned, “or do you want me to fuck you like you so desperately need to be fucked?”

This filthy words took you by surprise, despite your intimate position.

“I, I don’t-“

Aegon’s eyes searched yours for any sense of doubt at your current predicament. “We don’t have to do this, you know.”

“No! I want to, I do, I just- I’ve only actually done this once, and it wasn’t anything like what I saw today.”

Aegon’s cock hardened at your innocence. Even though you were wed to his brother, your body was his, and your pleasure would now be his and his only.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” was all Aegon said before he ripped your clothes off, doing the same for himself, and crawling on top of you.

“Is this what he did, hm? Is this all he taught you?” he asked, jealousy present as he slowly inserted himself into you, bottoming out and watching your face as you adjusted to his size, “did he get to see you like this? All pretty and teary-eyed? Did he make you feel like this?”

“No,” you whimpered.

Aegon began to move slowly, treating you as if you still had your maidenhood, wanting to warm you up before potentially hurting you.

You sighed and moaned lightly, throwing your head back and allowing Aegon to bite at your neck and shoulder again. “Mine.”

You clawed at his back, the feeling becoming too sweet, wanting more but not too sure how to ask for it.

“What is it, angel?” he noticed your frustrations.

“More,” you pleaded.

He smiled, capturing your lips in a kiss and he began to thrust faster and faster into you.

“Tell me how it feels,” he commanded.

“G- good,” you responded, inarticulate as you’d ever been.

“Is this how Aemond makes you feel?” he spat.

“N- no,” you responded, “on-on- shit, only you.”

“Good girl,” he cooed, fucking you hard and fast, splitting you open on his cock.

“Aegon?” you caught his attention.

“Mhm?”

“I still feel like I want more,” you sighed out.

Aegon smiled, pulling out of you completely.

“That’s the opposite of m-“

Without warning, Aegon flipped your body, pulling your waist so your ass was against his hardness. His dominate hand reached over your back to press your head into the mattress as he inserted himself back into you, the new sensation from the position making you grow even wetter.

Aegon snapped his hips harshly, watching your entire body fold in half as you lost any strength that was keeping your upper body from going completely slack against the sheets. You cried out at the pleasure, Aegon’s hand finding its way to your hair, balling your hair into his fist as he tugged.

Your neck swung back, not getting the memo.

“Up,” he demanded, pulling even harder at your hair as you helped push yourself up so your back was flush against Aegon’s chest, his cock hitting another new angle.

One of his hands remained on your waist, holding you close, as the other wrapped around your throat, his lips kissing your shoulder.

“Shit, angel, he doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“Would you p- shit, would you please s-stop mentioning Aemond?” you asked, “don’t wanna t-hink about him. Only wanna t-hink ab-about you.”

Your words drove Aegon mad, his thrusts becoming even more erratic and harsh. “Is that what you think of when you feel like this, huh? You think about me?”

“Hm,” you hummed in response, having used all your energy to form your last sentence.

“No one else will ever make you feel like this,” he told you, not leaving any room for any question about it.

“Don’- don’t want anyone else,” you whined.

The hand around your throat found its way in between your legs, rubbing circles on your clit as you moaned out in pleasure.

“Filthy whore,” he spat, likening you the girls you had seen earlier that day, “you fucking love this, huh?”

Tears began to spill from your eyes from his words, as well as the feeling of his cock splitting you open and his hand working your clit. It was almost too much, but felt so, so good.

“Yes, M-My King.”

“You like being treated like those girls you saw today? Is that it? Poor baby just wants her king to split her open?”

His words made you moan, adding more to your pleasure.

He continued on, hitting a soft, spongy spot within you that felt like heaven.

A coil began to form inside of you, and Aegon could feel your walls tightening around him.

You pawed at him, unsure of what the feeling was, and nervous it meant something was wrong.

“Sh,” he purred, “it’s supposed to feel like that.”

You trusted him, allowing him to continue as the squeezing around his cock led him to his own high. His thrusts became particularly violent, causing the coil of tension to break within you as his seed spilled into you.

You threw your head back into his shoulder, attempting to catch your breath as Aegon stayed inside of you until his cock began to soften.

When he finally pulled out, you both crashed onto the mattress, his body staying close to yours as you finally calmed your breathing down.

“Did you, did you-“ you started, not sure how to phrase it.

“Don’t worry,” he caught your train of thought, “we’ll just get you some moon tea. You won’t end up with a bastard child.”

He completely forgot that you knew nothing about this stuff that he hadn’t already taught you. “What the hell is moon tea?”

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reichelhache · 1 year ago

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seen | aegon targaryen

part 3

pairing: aegon targaryen x fem!reader

series summary: all aegon ever wanted, ever needed, was someone to see him. when y/n arrives in king’s landing, betrothed to aemond to secure a partnership with northern families, he may get his chance.

chapter warnings: s2e2 spoilers!, grief/loss, slight smut (titty sucking) (MDNI 18+)

a/n: this one is shorter but y’all came here to be horny not to be sad ok

part 1, part 2

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A dark cloud encased King’s Landing.

The entirety of the Red Keep was awake, despite the late hour. You had no idea where Aemond was, but you hadn’t truly had a moment to figure it out.

You could hear Aegon through the walls as you moved about the Red Keep, guards on your tail. You could hear his screaming, glass breaking, table shaking from being hit. You could hear the pain in his voice as he mourned the loss of his son, his heir.

The King’s Guard searched the Keep up and down to find the perpetrators of such a heinous act, a few staying back to guard the remaining members of the Targaryen family, of which you were now one.

Where the hell was Aemond?

You had no idea what to do. Your husband was missing, Aegon was raging to the council, you hadn’t even had a full conversation with Heleana and therefore weren’t high on her priority list right now, and the entire rest of the Keep was scurrying around in terror and tragedy.

You wanted to comfort Aegon, to comfort Heleana, to do quite literally anything but just walk around aimlessly, so you retreated to your chambers until the morning.

You woke with the sun, exiting your room after your handmaidens rendered you ready for the day. You caught a glimpse of Alicent and Heleana, black veils over their faces, preparing to ride in a carriage behind the beheaded body of Heleana’s son. You sympathized with her pain, wanting nothing more than to hug her. She was so docile, so undeserving of this terror and pain.

You watched as the procession left, a tear dripping down your cheek at the tragedy of it all. You reentered the Keep, walking around slowly and solemnly, so as not to disturb anyone else in their grief.

Aemond was still nowhere to be found, and at some point, you stopped caring enough to question it. Aemond could handle himself, and if he didn’t care enough to check in with you, or the rest of his family, for that matter, at a tragic time like this, why should you search for him?

Just as you decided to say fuck it, Aemond waltzed into the Red Keep, eye meeting yours.

“Y/N,” he spoke, “you’re up early.”

“It is not early, dear husband,” you replied.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a beam. “So?”

“So?”

“Are you with child?”

You scoffed. “Aemond, it’s been but two fortnights. How am I to know if I am with child?”

“That should be long enough to know if you have bled properly.”

Your eyes widened. “Do I really have to tell you that kind of thing?”

Aegon’s eye shifted between both of your eyes, never steadying on just one. “Wife, I need to know if you’ve bled because I need to know if you are bearing my child. It changes things. You know that.”

“I know, Aemond,” you said, growing annoyed with his persistence. You knew producing was your duty as a wife, but you were nowhere near ready to be a mother. “I bled but 6 days ago. I’m sorry.”

Aemond sighed. “Ok. We shall try again tonight.”

He began to leave, but you called out to him, “and if I say I wish to wait a bit longer? Claim infertility until we have a magical miracle baby whenever we deem ourselves ready? If you allow me that, I will not question where you were last night or where you have been all morning.”

Aemond marched back to you. He got in your face, and you fully anticipated rage, but he took a deep breath, considered your proposal, and surprised you. “Very well.”

He began to leave again, leaving you frustrated and confused. You didn’t expect him to be okay with waiting, especially since he was so duty-driven, but you got what you wanted, so you were fine with it.

You continued to shuffle around the Red Keep for hours. Almost the entire day passed, and you hadn’t even heard a yell from Aegon. You had no idea where he was, or what he was doing. You just wanted to make sure he was okay.

When the hour reached the point where most slumbered, you tiptoed toward the King’s chambers. You intended to knock, but the closer you got, the more you heard whimpers and sniffles from within the room. You pushed the door open as slowly as you could, stepping into the room and closing the door as quietly as possible.

Aegon sat alone at the fireplace, head in his hands, crying hysterically. You didn’t think he even heard you enter the room. You considered leaving, figuring he wouldn’t want your company in such a difficult time. After all, he didn’t know you that well, and you’re surely not the person he needs most right now.

However, you were the person there, and your heart ached for him. You were not going to leave him to cry alone. You cared for him, and he was in pain.

“Aegon,” you whispered, but he didn’t even flinch. He didn’t hear you.

You slowly approached him, standing in front of him. He didn’t move. You sunk down to your knees, placing your hands on either side of his face. He lifted his head and his eyes met yours, red and puffy, swollen from crying. You exchanged a quick look before you pulled him into you, hugging him as he cried onto your right shoulder. Your arms snaked around his neck, holding him close to you, and your fingers began to stroke his hair.

“Sh, Aegon,” you whispered, “you’re okay. Let it out.”

Aegon cried harder at this, gripping onto your nightdress just to have something to hold on to.

You had never seen him like this, and you suspected not many had either. He was always so cocky and confident, but here he was, falling apart in your arms, almost unable to help it, tears falling as though he couldn’t stop them if he tried.

“I’m sorry,” you spoke, “what happened to Jaehaerys was vile. He didn’t deserve that.”

Aegon sniffled as you continued, “and neither did you.”

Aegon calmed for a moment, breathing in heavily but still catching his breath, as you continued to stoke his hair. When he was calm enough to breathe properly, you removed his head from your shoulder, and looked into his eyes. He was devastated, but now that he was calm, you feared that you were intruding on a personal moment that he wanted to be alone for. You gave him a soft smile and began to stand.

Before you left his presence, Aegon reached and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back in front of him. Still sitting, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his cheek to your stomach as he continued to softly cry.

You stayed still for several minutes, only moving to stroke his hair as he hugged your waist. You could tell he needed this, and you had no intention of moving.

Aegon calmed himself down enough that he was no longer actively crying. He looked up at you from your stomach. You continued to stroke his hair as you looked down at him.

His arms began to unlatch from your waist, only to find their way to the hem of your nightdress. He studied your face as he started to pull the dress up.

You weren’t totally sure what he was doing, but you complied, pulling the dress the rest of the way. You stood in front of him, bottom underclothes only, as he continued to look at you from your stomach.

He moved his eyes to your breasts, wiping his nose and his eyes before moving his face closer to them. He kept looking at you for any sign to stop, but you didn’t give it.

He then began to suck at your left nipple, his hands finding their way to hold the sides of your waist. His tongue swirled and lapped around the bud, and you instinctively threw your head back. It was a sensation you’d never felt before, but a pleasurable one at that.

Aegon’s left hand reached up to grab your right hand, moving it to the back of his head, prompting you to stroke his hair again. You did as he wanted, stroking the hair on his head and in turn holding his mouth to your nipple.

After a few minutes, he shifted to your right breast, giving your right nipple the same attention. You let out a soft whimper, and continued to hold Aegon’s head at your breasts, letting him suck as much as he wanted.

This seemed to calm Aegon down. He couldn’t stop, he just kept sucking at your breasts, holding you close to him as he did so.

You threw your head back again in pleasure, soft whines leaving your lips each time his tongue moved particularly nicely.

Any time he thought you were leaving, even if you just stumbled back a bit, he tightened his grip on your waist, oftentimes placing a hand on your back to push himself even closer to you, mouth never leaving your nipples.

He began to whine around you, only shifting to move between breasts. Every once in a while, a few cries would slip out, his mouth never leaving you, but he would calm himself back down in mere seconds and suck harder.

So you just stood and let him.

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reichelhache · 1 year ago

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Of Messiahs and Seeds II (Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader)

Summary: Emperor Paul of House Atreides has set forth with expansion of his empire on the planets that have resisted and has now come across the last stronghold that resists him: Terra Millennium...

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW dark!fic, obsessed Paul, yandere! Paul, eventual forced marriage, eventual pregnancy, talks of war, eventual NONCON/DUB CON

A/N: I'm basing Paul and Reader off of Usagi and Prince Demond's relationship of how obsessed he was with her just from her expression and power

Dividers by @firefly-graphics Banner by @vase-of-lilies

Picking up from Last Time

"You will relinquish your place as Queen", Paul said, walking up towards the women. "I will make sure you are well-cared for or you will become the beggar Queen you are."

Y/N raised a brow as she walked towards the Emperor, anger flowing through her but Lord York had always said to remain a neutral stance as possible to not let the enemy know your next move.

"We are not here to discuss terms of surrender", Lord York said, "we are here to discuss terms of peace."

"And those terms are to relinquish your right to Terra Millennium", Paul said before motioning to a Reverend Mother holding a newborn behind him. "And allow the Beneit Gesserit to spread truth and the Fremen people, my people find their Paradise."

"Obviously, we didn't communicate well", she said, looking at the dark-haired Emperor. "When we said war would happen, we met war will come to the Empire, not Terra Millennium."

She saw the man chuckle, actually the entire Atreides fleet chuckled and Y/N felt more anger, but she knew she would be the one chuckling in just a few moments.

"I imagine that you are finding this difficult", Paul said, leaning down in her face. "Your reign as Queen is over."

She heard the roar of Draco coming closer and she let a little smirk out.

"My reign has just begun, Emperor Paul."

Just then Draco swooped in, letting out a mighty roar as he landed on the ground behind her, roaring another roar as he spotted Paul...

The mighty beast was unlike anything Paul had seen as it landed next to the Queen, it leaned it's scaly head next to her affectionately before she turned as it lowered a large wing, allowing her to climb onto its back as he stumbled back as it roared at him, he could see the impossibly sharp teeth.

He could hear Stilgar let out a prayer as the beast began to flap its wings and run on its legs before taking off into the sky.

He watched in slight horror as he heard the sound of more beasts and saw two more in the air, flying behind its sibling in the air as it looked like it was circling one of his ships.

What was she making it do? Could she command them?

His answer soon came as the three mighty beast found one of his ships and breathed down a holy fire, he watched in anger and a little horror as his ship began to literally melt, the spice stored in the ship destroyed.

"I believe we have made ourselves clear", the shorter man said, "Terra Millennium will remain ours. It is in your best interest to take the mercy our Queen has shown, and let the Houses know of the mercy and kindness our Queen has shown you."

🌎

"Muad'Dib", Stilgar said once they had retreated back into the remaining ships. "We must formulate a new plan of attack."

Paul rubbed his chin as he sat in a chair, a hologram image of Terra Millennium was pulled up as he began to hear everyone discuss their next move as the ships hovered in orbit over the planet, but Paul could not think at the moment.

Such raw power at the hands of just one woman, Paul could not fathom that. It was like she was made to be the equal of a great ruler, an equal crafted just for him. Irulan was too mouthy and if he was honest, too submissive at times thanks to the Beneit Gesserit and Chani had given in too easily to his love.

But Amaris, oh... she posed a challenge for Paul, a challenge he wanted to conquer, to fuck until she understood her place underneath him, to breed heirs into her. She looked like she could carry children well from the wide hips she had as Paul allowed for these thoughts to course through his mind.

He needed to see those cold eyes again, he needed to watch as they melted into fear, into desire, into submission. She would understand soon enough, the Fremen would soon find their Paradise here in this planet and that only left the one problem: Irulan.

"I believe we need to find a way outside of their reach", Paul finally said, "look towards their colonies and start at the weakest one."

And Paul had the perfect way to get rid of her and that elderly father of hers...

She heard the sound of the ocean crashing against the sandy beaches of her world, the smell of the salt in her nose as she heard a palm tree rustle in her ears. She felt the water licking at her feet, the wet sand in her toes.

"Together, we could rule all this", a familiar voice breathed into her. "Together, this universe would bow at our feet."

A pair of hands wandered, grasping at her soft flesh as a pair of lips kissed at her neck, a nose nuzzling at her.

"All you have to do is say yes..."

Y/N felt hazy like her mind was underwater as the voice continued assaulting her with sweet words, their hands massaging and rubbing at her body.

"Just say yes to me..."

She turned her head and her eyes widened as she saw Paul, a dark look of desire and power in his eyes.

"Either way, you belong to me. It's up to you how many die along the way."

With a shaky breath, Y/N snapped her eyes open as she quickly sat up and looked around, seeing that she was in her room as her heart was beating in her chest.

She could still feel his lips against her body, his breath... still hear his voice in her mind.

Outside, she could hear the rumble of Draco, Aria and Perseus sleeping near her window; those three dragons probably curled up in a little scaly pile of cuddles that always made her laugh and right now brought her comfort.

Getting out of her bed, her nightgown fell around her as she walked towards her balcony, feeling the autumn breeze brush against her as she hugged her body.

The last Emperor had stood no chance against Terra M last night, but Y/N knew it was different this time. Paul had gained all the Great Houses and the Fremen, she had her army and the colonies, but would it be enough?

The colonies... she would check on them in the morning. She just hoped all would still be well in the morning...

TAGLIST

@ninastyless @james-bucky-barnackle @astarborntowrite @maggiecc @radiantdanvers @croatianprincess

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reichelhache · 2 years ago

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— GENERAL DATING HC'S (part two)

pairing: percy jackson, annabeth chase, leo valdez, piper mclean, jason grace, hazel levesque, frank zhang (respectively) x gn!reader word count: 3.9k

percy jackson

if anyone is boyfriend coded it's percy.

the way percy immediately squeezes your hand to call your attention the second he spots something he knows you'd love. whether it's your favorite song playing in a store, or the sight of pretty flowers in full bloom, percy's just as excited as you are !!

for some reason, percy really likes to shower you with hugs. whether you're out in public or nestled comfortably in your own cabin, he's quick to wrap his arms around you and hold you close! you can feel his warmth radiating against your skin as he presses his body close to yours, his face nuzzled snugly in the crook of your neck. he just doesn't want to let you go, at least not yet. maybe it's because he feels safe when he's holding onto you, and he doesn't want that feeling to disappear so quickly. not that you mind, though.

percy loovvees to hold your hand in public, like he literally can't get enough of it. no matter where you go, he would effortlessly slip his hand into yours, the coolness of his palm making contact with your own as you walk side by side through camp.

i feel like percy's hands are pretty cool to the touch, so during the colder months he likes to hold your hand and tuck it in his pocket to shield you from the cold. like, he doesn't want to let go, but he also doesn't want you to freeze LMAOO.

percy's kisses are varied. sometimes they're slow, sometimes they're quick or urgent, and a whole lot more. but each time, they're exhilarating. percy also has a habit of pulling and playing with your belt or waistband whenever you kiss, and it always catches you off guard, no matter how many times it happens. even when you're in the middle of doing something else, he'll grab you by the waistband and pull you in for a kiss. and when he's not tugging on it, he'll run his fingers around it, dragging his fingers around the fabric almost teasingly, LIKE GAH ZAMN.

percy lets you draw on his skateboard!! listen, i know he's only mentioned as a skater like twice in the book, but i don't care. he is a skater boy in my heart.

his skateboard is absolutely LITTERED with doodles of your favorite bands, or any other designs that came to mind, as well as temporary stickers that are already starting to fade. but percy doesn't mind at all because it looks cool and you're happy! so that's all that matters to him. he loves looking down at the marks you left on his skateboard with a stupid smile, even if it means he gets hit by a wall because he wasn't paying attention.

when percy is in love, it becomes evident in his every action. he makes it a point to look for your face throughout the day, be it in moments of triumph or defeat. he only wants for you to witness him at his best, and no amount of applause or pats on the back from others can compare to the feeling of your touch; the gentle caress of your thumb across his cheek accompanied by words of praise, are what he craves the most. :(( he wants your validation and approval, but struggles to express it, because behind his front lies just an awkward teen filled with doubts and insecurities, desperate to prove himself to you.

but when he's in the water?? in his ZONE?? that's a different story. his confidence level SOARS. his water powers are in full force, and he's flipping around in the water trying to impress you like a little kid LMAOO.

to percy, you're more than just his partner. the thought of living without you is unimaginable to him, and he refuses to even think about it. his love for you only grows with each passing day, and he swears that he couldn't love you more than already does, yet he knows that he will tomorrow.

annabeth chase

MY GF FR!!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️

annabeth always loved you, but as time went on, her perspective on you began to shift. she loved the sound of your laughter, and the way you would enthusiastically recount your experiences of the day. there was something in the way your eyes would light up when you spoke, that made her heart skip a beat. at first, she didn't recognize the emotions that were building within her, but the second she tried to deny being in love with you, she realized she was.

meeting you, loving you, finally making you hers—made annabeth have a whole different perspective on love.

she always asks for your opinions first. all the time. she asks for your thoughts on her latest architectural design, questions your perspective on her favorite book. because she values YOU. your input matteres to her more than anyone else's because she knows that you understood her in a way that no one else could. (also i feel like annabeth lowkey mansplains sometimes so she's trying to make up for it lmaoo.)

if your hair is long enough to tie back, she'll match your ponytail to hers. <33 but if not, she'll run her fingers through your hair instead, twirling the edges around her finger absentmindedly. annabeth doesn't like accessories in her own hair, but she loves seeing them in yours !!

she's VERY careful when tidying up your hair. like, if you ask her to brush your hair for you, it'll take her a while because she's so particular about it. she just wants the best for you!! <3

annabeth is the best with cats idc. (doesn't she have two in ttc?) she'll kneel down to pet it, making that "pspspsps" sound to get its attention LMAOO. she'll literally scoop it up in her arms and cradle it like a baby.

if you're allergic to cats or simply don't like them, she'll keep a distance and pretend to share your dislike, meanwhile, she'll already have come up with a cute name for the cat in her head, probably something similar to your own. <33

annabeth isn't really big on pda, but she makes up for it with other acts of love !! she has a variety of love languages, each more prominent than the next, but her go-to move is holding hands. she'll gently pull you along on your museum date, explaining the origins and details of each monument with a proud smile !!

you and annabeth gossip about books. not people. and yes, i am telling the truth, she told me herself. (lie) she'll even read to you while you lay your head on her lap JUST so that you two can talk about it later.

but when it comes to architectural books, sometimes annabeth forgets that not everyone is as passionate about architecture as she is LMAOO. she'd be like, "can you believe that John Poulson bribed people for his work? i would never stoop to that level," and you'd just be sitting there with a polite smile on your face even though you have no idea wtf she's talking about. but she does it because she trusts you, not because she wants to confuse you LMAOO.

annabeth is never easily vocal when it comes to her emotions. while she can be sharp-tongued when expressing her opinions, when it comes to her feelings, most of the time she struggles to find the right words. sometimes, she's not even sure how to articulate what she's experiencing. the sudden rush of emotions she's feeling now, with you, can be overwhelming, to say the least. her love for you is intense, but annabeth wonders if it's enough to fully convey how much she loves you. if she loved you any less, maybe it would be easier for her to express herself. but the truth is, she loves you so much that it leaves her at a loss for words. a daughter of athena. at a loss for words.

leo valdez

this boy practically has permanent heart eyes for you — it's insane.

i think we all know this, but leo's definitely not one to hide his admiration for you. he's basically in a constant state of awe whenever you're around. he thinks you're the absolute prettiest person on earth, and he's LOUD about it. like, before you started dating he definitely looked up one of those cringe pick up line lists at least once in hopes of impressing you. (they didn't work.)

howeverrr, leo's affection for you runs deeper than just your physical appearance. you're not just eye candy to him. he values your inner qualities just as much as your outer ones, and he's always reminding you about it !!

mentioned this in pt 1, but this boy is an incredible cook and EVERYONE knows it. because of that, he's super perceptive when it comes to your food preferences, knowing exactly what dishes you love and those that you don't care for. he'll transfer food from his plate to yours because he wants you to enjoy your meal, and he'll and also happily devour any food that you dislike, while simultaneously insulting your taste LMAOO.

like one time you went to the bathroom, came back, and saw that the amount of your favorite food on your plate just doubled. 💀💀

leo loovvees taking photos of you. (let's pretend demigods are allowed to use phones) like, he'll snap away until his phone's storage is filled to the absolute BRIM. if you ask him to delete any unflattering ones, he'll do so but while fervently defending his collection, insisting that he takes so many pictures of you not because he's searching for the perfect shot, but because you look breathtaking from every angle. :((

in addition to his digital collection, leo also has a cherished polaroid board covered in various pictures, but the majority of them feature you. <33

leo spends a lot of time tinkering in his workshop, so if he has any scrap metal laying around (which he often does) he'll stay up late into the night creating something special just for you !!

leo looovveess kissing your cheek with a pronounced "mmMWAH!" sound. onces he's done, he'll turn his head slightly and look at you expectantly, indicating that he wants you to do the same to him. <33

he was probably the first one to say "i love you." in the relationship. he might've said it rather quickly because he was always sure about his feelings towards you even before your relationship had officially started, but he never pressured you to reciprocate. he was willing to wait for you to come to your own conclusion.

but until then, leo never stopped expressing his love for you. every morning and every night, he would whisper a giddy "i love you, mi amor" before rushing off to wherever he needed to be.

once you do finally say the words back to him though, he's grinning like an idiot for an entire two weeks. he'd often repeat his feelings for you, almost annoyingly, just to hear you say those four words he cherished the most back, 'i love you too.'

(also, this image is so leo. yes it's a green flag to me, and no i will not further elaborate.)

piper mclean

piper has a habit of linking arms with you !! like, wherever you go, the two of you are literally inseparable. she also sees it as a way to declare your relationship, because she's proud to be with you and has nothing to hide! <33 she's also a hand swinger fr.

she lets you cut her hair !!! mostly because she secretly loves the sensation of your hands on her face and your fingers weaving through her choppy locks, but also because she trusts your judgement! piper isn't afraid of alternating her appearance, but she especially want to look good for you.

speaking of alternating appearances, you two match outfits. all the time. is it sickenly cheesy? yes. do either of you particularly care? no. even when you aren't wearing matching outfits, you both have a collection of homemade matching jewelry, so both of you are always carrying a piece of each other, even if it's just a simple bracelet. <33

NICKNAMES IN FRENCH >>>> OMGG. her most used include "mon amour" meaning "my love", "mon ange" [my angel] and "ma chérie." [my dear/darling] and yes she is very much aware of the effect she has on you. <33 speaking of, she 100% helps you ace all your french exams. such a good gf.

she tells you all about her family history. piper loves how your eyes light up with genuine curiosity. with you, she feels more appreciated. :(( she'll you all about the culture, customs, and even a few traditional songs.

piper knows she has a good singing voice, but she still feels self-conscious whenever she showcases them in front of others. but when it comes to you? she'll sing all you want, since she feels a huge sense of comfort whenever you're around. whether it's through cuddles or other means, it's in your arms that she feels the most at peace, and it's also where she feels the most comfortable saying, "i love you." !!!

she teaches you how to use a dagger lmaoo. she'll carefully guide you, tell you how good you're doing (sometimes), and even sneak in a few kisses if she's feeling extra affectionate that day!!

piper hates being labeled as a typical daughter of aphrodite. she constantly feels the need to prove that she doesn't fall into the stereotype that comes with being a child of the goddess of love. but ever since you came into her life, ever since she started loving you, you taught her that she doesn't have to be ashamed just because her half-siblings fall into certain expectations. you've shown her that she should be able to be her own person without the restraints of being a daughter of aphrodite. and she might not always express it, but she's entirely grateful for that. for you. after all, we're all just fools in love, and you're the soul who showed her what love should truly be like.

jason grace

ugh, the chivalry radiating off this man is crazyy.

whenever you talk to jason, he always has a way of letting you know that he's listening to your every word. even if he's occupied with something else, he'll make a point to let you know that he is paying attention to you. he'll immediately direct his gaze towards you, and abandon whatever task he was previously engaged in, leaning in closer to you the longer you speak.

even if you try to cut your story short or apologize for repeating yourself, jason will NEVER rush you or make you feel uncomfortable. instead, he'll hold you close with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, encouraging you to keep talking and sharing your thoughts. because jason doesn't mind hearing the same stories over and over again, as long as they're coming from you. <33

and even though he's always paying full attention whenever you speak, his gaze always seems to settle on your lips. and when you smile or laugh, he's completely mesmerized, unable to take his eyes off of you !! like you can LITERALLY see his eyes widen and his lips part, as if he can't believe how beautiful you are, because he can't get enough of you.

jason is the epitome of a gentleman FR!! 🗣️🗣️ he never fails to open doors for you, give you his jacket when you're cold, and even offer his hand as you make your way down the last few steps of the stairs. but that's only the surface level, we haven't even gotten to the real deal yet okayyy??

if you so much as utter a complaint about your feet aching or your shoes being too uncomfortable, he's already kneeling down, his broad back facing you with his hands gesturing for you to climb on for a piggy-back ride. he'll be running around camp like a lunatic, carrying you on his back or in his arms, but he doesn't care because he always puts your comfort and safety first !!

and if you happen to be walking through a cramped space with him in front of you, he effortlessly lifts you up by your arms so you can pass through without any trouble! what's even more impressive is jason's lightning-fast reflexes, especially when it comes to protecting you. if something is about to fall on you, he's always there to catch it before it can even graze you. and if you happen to trip, he swiftly catches you in his arms without making a fuss !!

his protective nature extends to the battlefield as well. even though he knows you're more than capable of defending yourself, he fights alongside you, ready to shield you from ANY harm.

whenever you hug jason, you always get lifted off the ground a few inches. like he almost doesn't realize he's doing it as he hoists you up off the ground with EASE. while you're just dangling from his arms LMAOO.

jason never fails to express his love for you verbally every day, but he also has a way of communicating it without speaking a word. he'll naturally reaches for your hand under the table, stealing quick kisses on your shoulder when no one is watching. even the way he touches you lingers, like he doesn't want to let go. and when you catch him gazing at you, and the transition of his grin to a subtle smirk AURGHJ!!

even before you started dating, jason fell for you and is honestly still falling, wanting you more and more with each passing day. all your flaws, mistakes, and imperfections included, he wants you. and only you.

hazel levesque

hazel is the best gf ever!!! she hypes you up every chance she gets. like, she literally never misses an opportunity to boost your confidence. she finds beauty in the most subtle things, like the tiniest ring on your finger, and truly believes that you look absolutely stunning in it, even if it's not her personal taste since she grew up in a different era. but she's so open to exploring new fashion styles and modern ideas for you, and also so that you guys can match. <33

whenever hazel leans in to kiss you, there's a touch of hesitancy in her movements. not because she doesn't want to kiss you !! she just wants to make sure you're comfortable. :(( she's clearly trying to gauge your reaction and make sure that everything is going well.

she worries that maybe she was too rough last time, (SHE WASN'T AT ALL LMAOO) or that she's moving too slowly this time around. you honestly find it cute how she worries about such small things, and in response, you wrap your arms around her and kiss her back, immediately dispersing ALL her concerns. <33

hazel is soo pretty in red lipstick omg. the way she leaves lipstick prints on your cheeks and playfully pecks at the skin on your neck while laughing is so cute!

hazel wants the absolute best for you! but don't underestimate her, this is the same girl who died to stop gaea at 13, okay? she's so brave. she respects all your boundaries and will always prioritize your safety and comfort first!

horseback riding. all the time. hazel is the only valid horsegirl. she'll go on and on about them, from their behavior and habits to their history.. but nothing makes her happier than seeing you genuinely interested in what she has to say!! she feels so special around you. :(( you've spend countless afternoons horseback riding with hazel. it's definitely one of your favorite pastimes now.

hehe i can definitely see you sharing your interests to her, and even introducing her to modern music/bands. it's probably a shock for hazel to switch time periods and witness the evolution of music. like, there are times when modern songs makes her all shy and stuff. but your love for it has definitely been able to sway her perspectives! she probably picks up matching band shirts or records as souvenirs when returning from her quests. <33

hazel loves hugs !! they often begin with excitement, both of you giggling like children. but as time passes, the embrace transforms into a soft and quiet hold. there's always a subtle competition between the two of you to see who will let go first, and hazel always emerges as the winner. <33

if forever does exist, hazel wants it to be you. her heart is overflowing with a million emotions, all of which are directed towards you. through your gentle guidance, she's learned to appreciate the beauty in even the most ordinary moments. the thought of losing you is unbearable. she never wants to let go of you. not now. not ever.

frank zhang

your guys' first date was definitely at an arcade/amusement park! he's hardcore blushing the entire time, while you totally crush him at all the activities. (he let you win) and, to top it off, he made sure to win you some impressive, oversized stuffed animals at the end!!

frank would pay close attention to all the details about you. like he literally knows stuff that you don't even remember telling him. 💀 even if you mention something in passing conversation, he'll make a mental note of it and remember it later on.

protective!frank standing up for others. anyone he cares about, including his friends and you. :(( he's not an angry person, sometimes he's even a little timid, so seeing him all loyal & passionate for those he loves really makes your heart swell up.

frank also leaves you sweet little notes frequently, and goes out of his way to get you lunch or anything else you might need !! sometimes after a long day, he'll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder and asking about your day. <33

bear hugs are frank's thing. both literally and figuratively. he's the kinda person who would wrap his arms around you, and if you don't object, he'll keep holding you tightly while taking a few steps to maintain balance. and before you know it, you'll both be tumbling onto the couch or his bed, with his chest breaking your fall. but instead of feeling embarrassed or uncomfortable, both of you start laughing, with frank hugging your waist even tighter in affection. <33

frank is really protective but in a subtle, non-verbal way. like, he has a habit of wordlessly moving you to the safer side of the sidewalk. and, even if it is not yet dark outside, frank will insist on walking you home, making sure that you arrive safely. he doesn't want to be overbearing, but he's also just genuinely concerned about your safety. :((

frank isn't really a pda guy, but he absolutely adores hand holding! it's a subtle way of indicating that he's yours and you're his. also, there's just something comforting about the feeling of your palm against his, and he finds himself tracing the curvatures of your hand as like it's a map he's trying to memorize. it's a small gesture, but it means the world to him !!

frank does almost every subtle manner. oh, you need a hair tie? he's pulling off one of yours from his wrist. having trouble carrying groceries? he's already there. it's like he has a 6th sense for when you're even slightly uncomfortable.

you're frank's safe place. he can literally feel his worries and fears melt away as you hold each other. you're all he ever wanted love to be, and he knows that as long as he lives, he'll love you.

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⭦ ESTA ES UNA CUENTA DE ROL INDEPENDIENTE ACTIVA EN ESPAÑOL.

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Speak | Chapter 14

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Summary: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.

A/N: this chapter is way longer than I thought it would be and all I'm saying about it is that the next couple of chapters are gonna be a shitshow 🤭🤭 Also, tried to keep the taglist as it was and to add people, but Tumblr won't let me post the chapter with how many there are. TAGLIST CLOSED

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Not seeing Jacob for almost three weeks had not been as catastrophic as (Y/N) had thought it would be. It had been odd, she couldn’t lie. She had gotten used to seeing him at least once or twice in a week and coming home to an empty house had been unusual. Still, it had not sent her into the comatose whirlwind her sister had fallen into after her boyfriend had seemingly disappeared from the face of the earth.

Charlie hadn’t questioned it at first. Mostly because (Y/N) didn’t seem any different, and she still talked to someone on the phone most days. Nothing was amiss in the eyes of the household.

Until a switch flipped inside Bella. Halfway through (Y/N)’s Jacob detox, her older sister started to disappear a couple of times a week. She didn’t know where she was going or what she was doing, but she was happy that Bella seemed to be doing better. Whether it had been because of their father’s ultimatum or because she genuinely was starting to move on didn’t matter. (Y/N) was simply happy that her sister seemed content.

Her mind was also occupied with a certain boy and what he had done to make sure she was okay. In the days after the accident, he called her every morning and every night, reminding her to change her bandages and apply antibiotic ointment. He always asked how her bruise was doing and made sure she remembered to ice it every night. He had made her feel cared for, and he had made sure she knew that someone out there was watching out for her well-being.

The feelings that fluttered in (Y/N)’s heart were still unclear to her. She couldn’t deny the magnetism that pulled her toward Paul, and the more she got to know him, the more she understood her gravitation toward him. Just not what had spurred it on.

“Hey, (Y/N), I’m going out soon,” Bella called out. “I left some breakfast done in the microwave.”

“Where are you going?” (Y/N) asked, peering her head down the stairs.

“On a hike.”

“By yourself again?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m trying to get used to being there by myself again.”

“If you give me a couple of minutes to get ready, I could go with you. Make sure you don’t fall this time,” the younger girl offered. “I wouldn’t mind some sisterly bonding..”

“Uh, well... you know, maybe next time?” Bella stammered. “I’m kind of short on time, and I have a shift at Newton’s soon after.”

“Oh, that’s okay. Just be careful, then. Wouldn’t want another ER visit.”

“Right,” she chuckled dryly. “I’ll see you later, (Y/N).”

“Yeah. See you.”

Much like the past weeks, even if she was doing well, Bella seemed to be avoiding her sister. And it felt no different than when she wouldn’t speak at all. At least at that point, she would at least meet (Y/N)’s eyeline. It had sent her down a spiral as she wondered what she had done for her sister to spend as little time as she could with her.

But she had no time to dwell on her sister’s rejection. She didn’t want to. Instead, she packed a backpack full of art supplies –paints, brushes, and a canvas notebook. The items were coated with a layer of dust, left abandoned and untouched for many years.

(Y/N) had grown up loving everything artistic. It was a side Bella was not in tune with, and it had made her feel closer to her mother because of it. When they had been on the road, many a time did Renée and her youngest daughter stop by a creek or a clearing to paint the scenery before them. If they didn’t paint, they would prop up a couple of chairs and spend hours knitting or crocheting. Those were the moments she thought there would be a possibility that she and Bella could be on equal footing.

As she got ready to go, she realized there was no way she had no way of getting anywhere near the place she had in mind without a set of wheels. Her father had promised that as soon as he could, he would get her a car, but for the time being, she was stuck hitching rides with her sister to school and depending on others to drive her anywhere. She never realized how inconvenient it was to not have a car now that she was… single?

(Y/N) walked to the phone in the kitchen, dialed the number she had unknowingly memorized, and waited for a response. “Hey,” she smiled as the call was picked up. “Are you, by chance, doing anything right now?”

“Not really,” Paul said through the phone. “I should be doing homework, but I am up for anything that gets me out of it.”

“Well, if it’s not too much trouble, do you think you could pick me up? I was in the mood of painting in the woods, somewhere by the trailhead off the one-ten, but I have no way of getting there.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to bother you if you have something to do.”

“It’s absolutely no problem, (Y/N),” he said. “I’ll see you soon.”

After he hung up the phone, (Y/N) went ahead and finished packing the rest of the supplies she would need, as well as food and drinks for the trip. If she was going to make him make the trip to and from Forks, she could at least make it worth his while. In a lunchbox cooler, she placed the remaining slices of a cake she had made the week before, BLT sandwiches she quickly put together, and anything else she could find in the fridge and around the kitchen that would be good to snack on –crackers and cheese, some assorted vegetables and fruits, chips, and bottles of water and a couple of cans of soda.

By the time Paul reached her front door, she was carrying a full backpack on her back and a couple of bags in her arms. “Are you moving to the forest?” he chuckled the moment he saw her reaching for the heaviest ones. “I didn’t think this outing would be so life-changing.”

“Well, my things are on my back,” she explained. “The lunchbox is filled to the top with food and drinks, then that bag has a blanket and some other dry snacks. I might be forcing you to make this long trip, so I thought I would at least feed you in exchange.”

“You’re not forcing me to do anything,” Paul smiled softly. “But I appreciate the food. I may have also brought along some things to eat.”

“Great minds think alike, it seems,” she returned his grin. “Then, thank you for driving me. I’m sure there are a million other ways you would rather spend a Saturday.”

“Not really,” he shrugged as he opened the passenger door for (Y/N) after placing all of the bags in the back. “You honestly saved me from a very boring English paper on The Great Gatsby.”

“I actually read that book last year,” she added as Paul turned the truck on. “It’s really good once you get into the story.”

“How have you already read it? I thought you were a sophomore.”

“I didn’t read it for school,” she chuckled. “Surprisingly enough, you can read things without being graded on them and like them. It’s actually one of my favorites.”

“Then I guess I will just have to give it a fair chance,” he said. His eyes snapped to hers for a quick second before focusing on the road once more, and she couldn’t help the rush that it sent through her. “If it’s one of your favorites, then it must have some type of redeeming quality.”

“I’m sure you’ll like it,” (Y/N) smiled. “As long as you give it a chance.”

As soon as they reached the end of the dirt road that took them to the trailhead, Paul took hold of all of the bags before opening the door for (Y/N) and helping her out. And the second she went for a bag, he started walking.

“I just want to help carry something,” she called out with a chuckle as he put distance between them. “I brought most of the things.”

“Why would you have to carry anything when I’m right here?”

“Because I want to help.”

“You’d have to catch up to me to do that,” he smirked, walking backward through the trail. “Which is impossible, so I guess I’m carrying the bags.”

“I don’t even know where we should go,” she laughed, taking off in a small trot to reach him. “This is as far as I thought.”

“Good thing you have the best guide then. I’m as good at moving through the woods as I am at carrying bags.”

“Lead the way then,” (Y/N) smiled.

Paul allowed (Y/N) to catch up to him once she renounced the idea of carrying anything. She followed every step he made, wondering what destination he had in mind. The last time she had even come close to being in the midst of the trees of Washington had been when she was a child. Too many times, little (Y/N), Bella, and the Black children would escape to the woods even when Billy and Charlie had warned them many times not to.

Those were the moments she missed the most. When the only thing they were worried about was having fun and keeping their escapades from their parents. There were no complicated feelings or uncertainty in their relationships. There was no confusion or pain. No ill will or misguided intentions. They were just kids trying their best to make the most out of their summer.

When Paul finally came to a stop, (Y/N) felt a sense that she had been in that very spot before. From the rays that peeked through the treetops that reached each other to create a covering to the flat expanse of grass; from the quiet pond to the rocks that bordered its shore. She could bet almost everything she had on the fact that, if she hadn’t been there, she had seen it before.

“This is perfect,” she found herself muttering. “How did you know about this place?”

“I told you I was the best guide for these woods,” he smirked. “I know all of the best spots in these woods.”

They settled close to the pond, one of the only places the sun shined onto. In the cold of February, the warmth made that place that much more perfect. She straightened the blanket onto the ground, setting the food in one corner and the paint supplies in another, leaving the center empty for them.

(Y/N) sat first, pulling item after item from her backpack, setting them in between her and where Paul sat after. He watched her every move, curiosity filling his eyes. Especially as she handed him a piece of canvas paper and a set of brushes.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” he asked as he eyed the items in his hands. “I can’t paint.”

“You don’t have to know how to paint to just have fun painting,” she offered. “But you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just get very quiet and in my own head when I paint, so I thought it’d be good for you to have something to do while I basically disappear for a while.”

“I’ll give it a try then,” Paul smiled, taking back the items (Y/N) had reached for. “But you have to promise you won’t laugh at it.”

“I promise.”

The younger Swan had not been lying when she said she got quiet. As soon as her brush hit the canvas and she felt inspiration rush through her, it was as though she was by herself. Her hand moved before thoughts could fill her head. She couldn’t see or hear anything but what was coming to life in front of her. Stroke after stroke, color after color, her painting was the only thing she could think of.

Before (Y/N) knew it, an hour and a half had passed, and her painting was done. As she slowly came back into the present, she looked up for the first time since she had sat down. Paul was staring at her with something in his eyes that was there every time he looked at her. Even if she didn’t know what it was, she knew that it made her feel good.

“Hi there,” he said with a slight chuckle. “You weren’t kidding when you said you’d disappear.”

“Oh, sorry,” she said, growing red with embarrassment. “Have you been waiting long?”

“Nah, you’re good. It was honestly fascinating,” Paul smiled. His brown eyes looked like they were on fire under the orange sun, drawing her in like nothing ever before. “What were you working on?”

“Show me what you did first,” (Y/N) responded, shielding the canvas from his line of sight.

“It will definitely not be as good,” he frowned. “I was not blessed with this kind of artistic talent.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad. Show me.”

He turned his canvas paper slowly, revealing a painting that was amateurish at its best but still adorable. It seemed he had drawn the view before him. A striking blue pond with vibrant green grass, fluffy trees that met by their branches with thick dark trunks, and what seemed to be the shape of a girl looking down at a piece of paper. Anyone would have thought that a child had done it, but it made (Y/N) smile so hard it made her cheeks hurt.

“Please don’t laugh,” he said sheepishly. “I told you I’m not good at this.”

“No, it’s cute. I love it. I don’t know how, but it’s very you.”

“Very me? You mean painfully childish?”

“Oh god, no!” (Y/N) quickly corrected. “It’s fun, it’s vibrant, it’s… it’s present. Sure, I can tell it’s by a beginner, but it still speaks to the way you view the world. And it’s beautiful.”

“Woah, well, I never thought of it that way. Much less that you could say so much of such a basis painting.” A smile spread across his face as he looked at his work with different eyes. They were kinder now, appreciative of the art he had made. “Now, let’s see yours.”

Once he asked again, she turned the notebook, careful not to smear whatever parts were still wet. Paul’s eyes opened big, and his mouth fell open in amazement. On the sheet, a dark grey wolf howled back at him. Its fur was completed with a mix of yellows and oranges to give it dimension, and its head was raised to the sky as it called out. She didn’t know how she had such a vivid image of a wolf in her mind, but she loved how it had turned out.

“Holy shit, that’s amazing!” Paul exclaimed as he took the notebook to inspect the art closer. “I knew you could paint, but I didn’t know you could paint like a professional.”

“I would hardly call myself a professional,” (Y/N) smiled. “And it’s been years since I’ve actually painted anything. But weirdly enough, I have been able to get the image of this wolf out of my head since I got to Forks.”

“That is weird,” he coughed awkwardly. “But it’s a beautiful painting, (Y/N).”

“Keep it,” she offered. “I will probably paint many more if it’s the only source of inspiration I’ve gotten in a long time.”

“I couldn’t. It’s your work.”

“And I want you to have it,” she insisted. “Please.”

“You’re twisting my hand, but fine,” he said with fake nonchalance. “It’s really good, though, (Y/N). You’re really talented.”

“Thank you, Paul. I’m just glad it’s something that ties me to my mother.”

“What do you mean?”

(Y/N) sighed before she answered. It was a topic she had never brought up to anyone. She had never felt like she could. Not to anyone close to her, at least. “I don’t know,” she breathed. “I guess I’ve always felt like I’ve needed to fight for people’s attention. Especially my parents. Everyone just seems to gravitate toward Bella, and I’m always left in her shadow. As we grew older, I found anything artistic came easy to me, and it’s one of the only things I have over my sister.

“And I know it sounds bad, but it made me feel good that she was bad at it. My mom would always go through some moments when all she wanted to do was paint or knit or whatever, and she’d always look for me when that happened. So, I made sure I would always practice so that she would keep asking me to join her.” (Y/N) could feel tears prickling in her eyes, threatening to spill as she finally said out loud what she had been keeping inside for years. Her head fell as she stared at her fingers, her attention falling on a little piece of skin that had lifted on her thumb. “With my dad, it’s a bit more difficult though. I feel like we get along well, but right now, he’s worried about Bella, and that takes up a lot of space in his mind. And somehow, I just keep falling through the cracks.”

“You should never have to beg for anyone’s attention, (Y/N),” Paul said, wiping away a tear she had not felt fall. “Have you ever told them about this?”

“No,” she answered sheepishly. “And right now, it’s not the best time. Bella seems to be getting better, and I wouldn’t want to jeopardize it.”

“But…”

“It’s okay, Paul. Really. I’m used to it by now,” she smiled as she dismissed the topic. “Now, let’s open up that lunchbox. I’m getting kind of hungry.”

She handed Paul one of the sandwiches as she placed the rest of the food and drinks between them. Not many words were exchanged between them as they ate, the boy downing most of the items at a surprising speed.

“So, tell me about your Great Gatsby assignment,” (Y/N) said, breaking the silence. “Maybe I could help you with it.”

“Well, I’m supposed to pick a central theme in the book and write how it’s presented in the story. But I’ve only gotten as far as the cover page, and the paper is due Monday.”

“Paul! You should be at home working on it! You made it sound like you had a lot more time to finish it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t really matter.”

“Okay, well, I could tell you one of my favorite themes. But I don’t know how interested you’ll be in writing about it.”

“Can’t be any worse than I already have,” he shrugged. “So, go ahead. Tell me about The Great Gatsby.”

“Well, I’ve always found the use of love and romance in the book very interesting,” she started, setting her food down on her lap as she got into what she was saying. “There’s this big debate on whether Daisy actually loved Gatsby, but I don’t think that’s the right question. What we are looking for in the story is whether Daisy loves Gatsby more than she loves wealth and status. Which, spoiler alert, she does not. Regardless of how Tom treats her, she stays with him because of what he can give her. She may have been infatuated with Gatsby, but the second something better came along, she forgot all about him. Until he shows up with money, and suddenly he’s at the top of her list. But new money can never be as strong as old money.

“Now, there’s the question of whether Gatsby is in love with Daisy, which is a completely different side of the same coin,” (Y/N) continued, settling more into her position. “I would say he isn’t. He is in love with this idea of Daisy that she simply is not. She’s cold and materialistic, and she’s only driven by what others can give her. She wants an easy life that she knows she will never get from Gatsby. Sure, he would never hurt her or cheat on her like Tom has, but she can never part with the simplicity she gets by staying with Tom. The Great Gatsby is painted as this unfortunate romance, filled with forbidden love and circumstantial obstacles, but truly it’s about a cunning woman that loves money and excitement more than she loves the men in her life.”

At that moment, (Y/N) didn’t note the irony of the story and how closely it related to her own situation. She didn’t feel like a Gatsby or a Daisy, much less did she see how she had her own version of Tom. But Paul drank each of her words like they were honey spilling from her lips. Not because he particularly cared about the story but because she loved it.

“You know what, you’ve actually convinced me to read the book,” he smiled before taking the last bite of his sandwich. “Don’t know if I’ll finish it by Monday, but I will definitely try.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh as a dollop of mayonnaise smeared on his cheek. She tried to point out where it was, but his comically outstretched tongue could not get to where it was. “Here,” she chuckled. She pulled a napkin out of the bag and wiped away the stain as they laughed. “Much bet…”

Suddenly, a rustling startled them, followed by laughter. For a moment, (Y/N) had forgotten that she was in the middle of the woods and that anyone could walk by at any moment. The pair got up on their feet, cautiously following where the sound came from while shielding themselves from view. But nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to see.

Bella and Jacob were coming down the trail, walking side by side as they talked and laughed. They had no idea they were being watched at that moment, and they were acting as much. Jake offered Bella his arm after she buckled in her step, and she gladly took it. And all she could think of was how that should have been her; that Bella should not have been the one to be holding onto Jake.

At that point, (Y/N) couldn’t hold her tears back anymore. It seemed that Jacob had decided that their relationship was over, and he was gladly moving on with the person that was closest to her. It made her heart wrench inside of her chest, shattering whatever hope still remained inside her. She didn’t know when it had happened, but her knees gave up on her, and she could only stay up by the hold Paul had on her.

But she couldn’t blame her sister. Not entirely, at least. (Y/N) hadn’t confided in her sister about any of the problems she’d had with Jake, and they had been friends long before (Y/N) had come back to Forks. Still, she couldn’t help but feel betrayed by the fact that her sister would lie to her about spending time with her boyfriend—ex-boyfriend?

Paul made a move to walk toward them, possibly to try and confront them, but (Y/N) stopped him, pleading with her eyes to wait until they were gone. “Why didn’t you let me go after them?” the boy asked the second the others were out of view. “Don’t you want to know why he’s been avoiding you and why the hell your sister is with him?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she sniffled. “Jake made it clear that he didn’t want to be with me if I couldn’t get Embry to leave you guys, and he’s just making good on his promise. And Bella doesn’t even know about all of that. He definitely didn’t tell her.”

“Then, why didn’t you expose him to her? Don’t you want her to know what he did?”

“(Y/N)…”

“Just take me home, please?” she asked. Her eyes were filling with new tears, and her lips quivered as she tried with all her might not to let them fall. “I just want to go home.”

“Alright,” Paul conceded.

They packed everything in silence, the air around them shifting and thickening. Long gone was the comfortable sunny day, now replaced with a coldness that seeped through their bones. All (Y/N) wanted now was to go back home and sink into her bed sheets. Seeing Jacob and Bella together had hurt her a lot more than not seeing him at all.

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reichelhache · 3 years ago

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Fool Me Once

Pairing: aemond targaryen x reader (wc: 2.4k)

Summary: Learning about Aemond’s indiscretions hurts more than you thought it would, and leads you to accepting help from an unlikely source.

Warnings: gaslighting and manipulation on Aemond’s part, reader being slightly naive :(

A/N: I love rewatching certain eps or scenes for inspo. I got inspo for this watching the iconic knife scene. Very interested lately in writing women that eventually (and rightfully) snap after being actively harmed by patriarchy/the men in their lives. Also alys and aemond meet after the dance starts but let’s pretend they meet right before viserys passes. This will have a slightly ambiguous ending… for funsies 🫶🏽

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You consider yourself a forbearing person. Your resigned nature was natural to you, but also the way you’ve been bred to be. Your mother especially preaching that good things come to those who not only wait but keep their heads while waiting. This idea only got compounded once your family arrived at court in King’s Landing. Now you had septas, on top of your mother, teaching you the ways of a ‘proper’ lady. Demure, well read and groomed, and obedient. You did was expected because what else could you do. Your parents were in your ear telling you do not waste the opportunity in front of you. An opportunity for a better life.

For a time, you thought your mother had a point. You did as you were told, and good things fell into place. Princess Helaena and you became fast friends through your lessons. Your interest in plants crossing over with her interest in insects and arachnids. Through your friendship with her, you caught the eye of Queen Alicent.

Despite your shy disposition, you managed to get in the good graces of the most powerful family in the Seven Kingdoms. You trusted the process.

But the cracks in the restrictive facade started once the discussion marriage entered the picture. You knew marrying for love was not something everyone was afforded, but you thought maybe you had a chance. There were tries for courtships here and there, but it was something you kept putting off. The clock was ticking, and no one let you forget it. Especially after your friends, including Helaena, started getting married and having families of their own.

You still remember the thrilled smile on your mother’s face when Queen Alicent not so subtly suggested a union between Prince Aemond and you.

The One-Eyed Prince. He had been nice enough towards you. But you were sure most of that was out of sheer obligation because his mother and sister liked you. Despite the love you have for Helaena and the respect you have for the queen, the idea of marrying into the family terrified you. You saw the burden and hurt each of them carried. Even with the possibility that Aemond wasn’t as bad as Prince Aegon or King Viserys, his brooding nature still made you nervous for what a marriage with him would mean.

“Your work has paid off my sweet girl”

It took a simple sentence from your mother to change your mind. The ever growing need to be validated spurred you into a decision you’d later question.

The courtship was quick and to the point, much like Aemond. He wasn’t thrilled with the decision. Then again, happiness was not an emotion you’d seen him exude very often. You did not know what it looked like.

Throughout the courting, wedding celebrations, wedding itself and after, you two had a mutual understanding or so you thought.

You saw the change in him. When you’re all but forced to spend your days with someone, you notice their behavior more. He’s lighter it seems. You don’t know how to explain it, but he moves different.

The only feeling you can compare it to is when you were pregnant with Daella, your daughter. For all his faults, you can acknowledge that Aemond is a good father. He was from the moment the maester told you two the news. He was attentive and uncharacteristically warm to you during your pregnancy. And then he acted as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders when she was born. Even now, he indulges her rambunctious antics and playful conduct in a way he wouldn’t for anyone else. His previous byka zaldrīzes

His devotion never wanes when it comes to her. It was a different story for you and him.

It was foolish, but so typical of you. You had done your duty so well that you’re now in the position of having genuine feelings for him. Wanting your husband shouldn’t be a problem. But craving the love and affection of an enigma like Aemond is not for the faint hearted.

“Is my brother with his whore tonight,” his words were cruel, but he genuinely seemed curious. Aegon and you always had a strange relationship. He wasn’t rude though certainly not kind. You remember overhearing the way he described you after you two first met: pretty but terribly dull. You didn’t know what hurt worse: him saying that or the lack of pushback from Aemond.

“Aegon!”

Alicent gives you a pained look before pulling Aegon to side during dinner. You can tell by her scowl and his now sheepish facial expression that she’s using some choice words.

You thank the seven that Daella was asleep after a long day of playing with her cousins and wasn’t at dinner. The empty spot next to you feels vast. This is the third dinner he has missed. It never occurred to you that Aemond would seek companionship elsewhere. Now that it’s on your mind, you can’t forget it.

His whore

Aemond and Aegon are not the same. You know Aemond is not the type for frivolous intimate moments with silk street brothel women. You also know the intimacy he seeks requires knowing someone. He requires way more stimulation. Whether that is a blessing or a curse… you don’t know.

Aegon’s comment had you on high alert. Paranoid even. When Aemond is away, you wonder what he’s doing and who with. It only gets worse the sicker King Viserys grows. It shows on everyone in the family. Queen Alicent gets more anxious for what’s to come, Aegon lashes out, Helaena becomes more cryptic and silent, you wonder how this will impact your already complex relationship with this family, but then there’s Aemond. He shrugs off any ill feelings towards the situation.

At first you wondered if it is because he’s the only one that’s made peace with that relationship never being mended. He didn’t seem to seek out the same approval or explanation for Viserys’ bad parenting that everyone else still craves. With the King dying, meant the chance of change dying as well. But really his mind is elsewhere.

You know you’ve reached a new low when you try to pry information from Ser Criston. If anyone knows where Aemond sneaks off to, you assume it would be Criston. But in the end, it was wrong to go to him. Criston is fiercely loyal to Alicent and in turn fiercely loyal to her children. Though he has treated you kindly, he would never give up more information than he had to.

The idea greatly backfires when then you find yourself the one being questioned.

“If you want to know where I go, you could simply ask,” Aemond’s tone is cool and composed. It makes you uneasy.

He leans leisurely against the wall. You freeze hearing that declaration. Criston must’ve told him about your worries. It feels a bit surreal now having the opportunity to confront him about your thoughts. The words run through your head but never seem to make it out of your mouth.

“You know I like going for long rides with Vhagar,” he starts walking towards you. “She’s older; she needs to stay sharp.”

You do know that. It’s something you found endearing about him, despite how you feel about dragons.

“I just feel like I haven’t seen you much,” you manage to get it out with a forced smile. “Like you’re always away.”

He tilts his head to the side in question. You feel like one of Helaena’s bugs. Inspected and poked.

“You don’t like being around Vhagar,” he points out. “I’d love to take you with me, but you don’t want that now do you.”

You look down at your hands. He doesn’t get it. He has the blood of the dragon flowing through him. For him, Vhagar is a symbol of pride and declaration of love for his ancestors and house. To you, she’s an unpredictable power that you still think humans should not mess with. It’s better to chalk it up to you fearing versus bringing up how you really feel about them. How you share the same skepticism many people across the Seven Kingdoms do. It scares you to think about Daella getting a dragon of her own. You see the awe in her eyes when she looks at her egg or when Aemond tells her stories of the past and present that include them.

Oh, the irony of you being weary of dragons while bounded to a man who rides the biggest of them all.

“No, I don’t,” you mumble. You finally work up the courage to bring up what you really want. “It’s just Aegon said something about you, and I guess it made me think about where you go so often.”

The words adultery or whore make your tongue feel heavy, and don’t come out He sighs once he reaches you, grabbing your face in his hands making you look at him.

“My wife do not let the thoughts of the small minded people cloud your judgment,” he leans his forehead down to yours. “You’re smarter than that.”

He’s not wrong, it is like Aegon stir things up. Aemond has a way of doing this. A way of making you feel silly with his self-assurance. He makes it easy to doubt your gut instincts. His affection has a similar debilitating quality. It’s why your head gets a bit fuzzy when he kisses you. A warm and gentle kiss that left you a bit weak in the knees. You sigh when his lips move to the sensitive spot under your ear.

“We should have another babe,” his whisper makes your eyes shoot open. “Give Daella a sibling.”

You pull away, eyes wide. As much as you loved how Aemond doted on you while you were with Daella, you also remember how difficult the experience was. How towards the end, you were basically confined to the castle as to not risk your health or the babe’s. Your every thought being on the life in your stomach.

“A little warrior would be nice, no?”

Aemond had told you he’s not picky about how many children you two have or even the sex of them. But you’re sure like any noble man, he wants his blood and name passed on as much as possible. Especially as a Targaryen. You’d be lying if you said the thought of a little boy didn’t make you happy. Your children hopefully having a strong bond.

You look at the seemingly earnest look in his eye. You nod with a nervous smile, and he kisses you again. That night being the first of many he tried to put an heir in you.

He wouldn’t want another child while his heart is not it… right?

You gingerly rub your stomach while leaning your head back against the seat. Ever grateful that you have Queen Alicent and Helaena to keep you company and help. Taking Daella off your hands during the day while you rest, your pregnancy making you more tired.

Before you can fall asleep, your lady in waiting peaks her head in the room.

“I’m sorry to disturb you princess, but Lord Strong has requested to see you.”

Your brows furrow. You have seen Larys Strong around, but outside of that he’s been a mystery to you. A figure looming in the background but never someone you interacted with regularly.

“Send him in.”

Lord Strong comes in, small smile on his face. You motion for him to sit in the chair next to you.

“Princess, you’re glowing,” he starts as he sits. “The halls are buzzing with excitement about a new babe.”

You raise a brow. Maybe you outwardly look better than you feel because you don’t feel positively glowing. Not in the slightest. You didn’t feel this exhausted till later when you had Daella.

“Thank you Lord Strong,” you try to keep a kind smile on your face. “What can I do for you today?”

“I just wanted to check in. Let you know that if you need anything, I am always of service.”

You nod slowly, confused about where this is all coming from. What service?

“I know how stressful being with child can be, especially when the father is… busy,” he continues, leaning back in the seat.

Your smile drops. For a time, you did think things were getting better. Aemond seemed excited when you two found out you were with child again. Things were good till they weren’t anymore. He’s not around again, and now you are going to bring another life into an unstable situation. The tone of Larys’ voice makes you uneasy. He smiles like he knows something you don’t.

“I appreciate the kindness, but I do not think your um services are needed.”

He nods at that before reaching into his pocket and handing you what you assume is a letter. He motions you to read it. You stare at the outside of letter. recognizing your husband’s handwriting.

My Alys

Your hands shake as you open the letter. Your vision gets blurred with tears as certain words and phrases stand out. Miss you, need to see you, miserable at King’s Landing, love you. Your squeeze your eyes shut when you see words mistake, baby, and your name in the same sentence.

“Those pesky ravens, sometimes they do the maddest things,” Larys whispers softly. “My princess, the woman the letter is for is an… old friend of mine. If you need me to keep an eye on this or even take care of anything, just let me know. I am always here.”

You look at him as he gets up to leave, lip trembling. Your eyes move stare at the fire in front of you. Fire, blood, and dragons have all consumed your life now.

Is this why you don’t under the understand the obsession with dragons. You hate the ludicrous insistence that you can control them. That if you give them enough love and patience that they will need you the way you need them. Good behavior has gotten you nothing. Doing right by the dragons in your life has gotten you nowhere. Aemond is not yours despite the vows you took, or sacrifices you’ve made for him. The same way your children will never be yours despite the pain you take to have them.

You’ve been burned by the very dragon that’s supposed to protect you.

“Lord Strong,” you blurt before he gets to the door. He turns to you expectedly. “There is something you can do for me actually.”

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reichelhache · 3 years ago

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— 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑫𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆ʾ ⋆

— Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader

— Summary: They all thought she was only feeling a bit under the weather, but that soon proved to be wrong. It made Jacaerys realise one thing, the forever he wanted with her would not last long so he had to, one tell her how he felt and secondly do something so he knew they would be forever.

— Warning: Death, not proofred

—Obs! Let's pretend Jace is like 16-17 in this and also the text in italics is the translation to whenever there is any High Valyrian.

— Word count: 6.6k

Jacaerys Velaryon was aware that acting in such a manner was not one of his wisest choices because he anticipated the response it would elicit. He anticipated that she would sigh, possibly roll her eyes and then reprimand him for acting in a way that a prince was not supposed to. However, he continued to enjoy the smile he would still get in return, making the small effort worthwhile.

In all honesty, he didn't find it bothersome. When Jacaerys learned that she was feeling a little under the weather, he had already made up his mind to do something kind for her. Therefore, he was currently carrying a bowl of soup and spoon, as he moved through the corridors of Dragonstone.

This girl though was not just anyone. Y/n l/n belonged to one of the Great Houses in Westeros. Her house had sworn loyalty to Jacaerys mother when she was named heir to the iron throne. The l/n house had been the most loyal house to Rhaenyra, but now only one living member of that family remains. Y/n.

It was a tragic fire that had started where the l/n's lived. The then only three year old girl's father had, in a hurry and high on adrenaline, ran into his youngest daughter's room and got her out. But once he was outside and had placed her onto the ground, only for a second had he stopped to take a look at her, hand holding his crying girl's face as her young brain could not comprehend what was going on.

Then a whisper of words that was long forgotten passed her father's lips before he kissed her forehead and stood before hurriedly running inside the residence once more. But only to never return with y/n's two older siblings, leaving a girl to herself until people in the two nearby found her.

It was a tragedy which quickly reached the ears of the nobles in King's Landing. When word reached the Princess Rhaenyra, she had been saddened by the news as f/n l/n and his late wife, that then had passed only two years earlier, had long been people she knew would support her claim of the crown.

However, when she was told of the little girl who now had been left without family or relatives she knew she had to do something. Even despite the objections for the idea by Queen Alicent, King Viserys saw it as no problem for y/n's grandfather who too had passed in the fire had been a loyal man on his council since he claimed the throne. So the care of y/n fell over to none other than Rhaenyra, who was determined to make the girl feel well loved and be brought up to know as much as possible about her family's house.

Whenever Jacaerys tried ro remember when y/n first came as a three year old to King's Landing it was all very foggy. He too was no older than three, Lucerys only two, and Joffrey years from being born. But he did remember him wanting to play with her, but the little scared girl had quickly taken cover behind his mother as he was held back by his father, Leanor Velaryon.

When he finally reached where y/n's room in Dragonstone was he slowly started to prepare himself for the quick scolding he would get. The guard outside her room did not question or tell him to stay out which had only happened like one time. They did not even spare him a single glance. He very gently knocked on the door, listening in to see if she would answer him.

"Come in," Her voice could just be faintly made out, the door keeping her from being heard completely.

But without any second thought, Jacaerys opened the door and just as predicted, as he entered there was a loud sigh coming from the girl who had been stuck in bed all day on his mother's orders.

"Jace," She groaned as he closed the door and gave a sheepish smile. Walking up to her where she was seated in her bed.

"y/n," He mocked while putting down the bowl of soup on her bedside table. The girl shook her head at the prince whom she had called friend for such a long time.

"I thought I had made it clear to you," Yes, he would get the scolding he always did. "You do not need to bring me my food. You have other more important things to do, like being a prince, plus you know how your mother will get if she knows you abandoned whatever work you have now."

Every time he did something that was not what he was supposed to this was what he would get: a scolding which was pretty brief, then a thanks for actually being so sweet as y/n liked to express it and in the end he would get to enjoy her smile. Not too shabby if you asked Jacaerys. All for that smile.

"Well, mother did mention you were feeling slightly unwell and thought I would do something nice." And there was that eye roll, all boxes were now filled. At least she had not that little, but still surprisingly powerful hit to the back of his head.

It did have its own reservation for when to be used. It was often when Jacaerys, Lucerys and y/n would be allowed to stand by as Rhaneyra handled certain things, the three would stand around to learn. Now, Jace and Luke did have a tendency to not always get along when standing next to one another, so therefore y/n would usually stand between them as it was always Luke who started it. But sometimes he was still able to start and annoy his older brother, slowly they would become increasingly annoying which would earn them a swift slap in the back of the head each by y/n.

There were times when Rhaenyra would hear the slaps both boys got to sort themselves out and act better mannered. But all she would see when Turning to the three would be y/n flattening out her dress as if nothing had happened with Jacaerys and Lucerys rubbing the back of their heads. It was a very good method to knock sense into the two.

"Oh it is nothing, just a bit of a headache. I will not survive, but you know your mother, she was quite persistent with me staying in bed for the day." She gave just the slightest smile. She sat with a few pillows behind her back and her covers over her legs to keep warm.

"Well, either way, not that fun is it?" Jacaerys asked as he, like normally, sat himself in the foot of her bed and then laid himself down on his side. Elbow propping him up.

"No, it is not. I can barely look out the window without my head hurting from the light." y/n moved over so she could smell the soup as it smelled absolutely delicious. Taking a quick whiff of the soup she could not help the smile on her face, her favourite soup. Yes it was Jacaerys who had told the kitchen to make her that.

"Be happy you get a quiet day not having Joffrey running around and bothering you." Jace loved his younger brothers, yes, but his youngest brother could at times become that annoying little kid who would have a hundred questions that needed answers right then and there.

"He's no bother at all, I actually quite like how quick he is about things."

"Yes, but you have that little extra that makes you able to handle him. Much like mother can." It was no lie that Lucerys was easier for Jacaerys to understand as it was only about a year between the two.

"Hm, you're just being mean at this point." y/n told while holding the bowl with soup and taking a slurp of it. Letting out a satisfied hum.

"I am not, I'm simply pointing out that your headache must come from his constant blabbing."

They both laughed, much like they always did. As y/n calmed down and shook her head with that sweet smile on her face, one she had often been told was similar to her mother's, Jace could not help himself but just stare a little. A small smile tugging at his lips while watching as y/n took yet another slurp of her soup before putting the bowl on her bedside table.

When she turned back to say something to the prince he was only just looking at her. Soft smile, eyes never leaving her. It made y/n raise her brows at him, but the heat rising to her cheeks was on that was hard to ignore. But just for fun, she decided to keep eye contact trying to see if he would turn away first.

A grin began to form on Jacaerys face as he was having a hard time keeping eye contact. Even though he was very aware of his feelings, she had this thing about her that could make him cave, so he averted his eyes first.

"Ha, I win." y/n triumphantly said.

"Yes, yes."

"Did I hurt my dear prince? Oh, I'm so sorry," y/n dramatically apologised while grabbing his hand to be even more dramatic. Making the boy swat at her with his free hand but she did not let go of his hand.

"Will you ever stop with that?" She knew he was referring to him as a prince whenever she joked around with him, knowing Jacaerys was not too fond of being called that.

"Never, should have never told me you dislike the title."

"I realise that now."

y/n smiled as she still had his hand held between both of hers, her headache forgotten as she was not just alone with it. She was still sitting by the head of her bed but had gone from having her legs stretched out under the covers to sitting cross-legged, and leaving forward on her elbows while holding Jacaerys hand in hers.

"I do however appreciate the soup," And there was the thank you for bringing it. "Even though you are supposed to be doing other things which are more important."

"Oh, well, all for having you back in good health and so I won't have to handle my brothers alone."

y/n let out a short laugh, before giving the boy a simple kiss on his hand. It was something she did often, but the butterflies in his stomach always seemed to flutter even harder with their wings when she did so.

"I will make sure to be back to full health as soon as I can."

But she would never be back to full health again.

——

Her bedchamber was quiet as she only laid there, staying on the same spot in the ceiling as she had for the past few minutes. The moon stood high in the night sky and shone into her window, only a fire in the corner of her room gave some type of heat. It was all hard to grasp, it had just been so sudden that the idea of it came up.

She did not get better as she had hoped. No, it had been a good three weeks and everyday it was as if a bit of her life strength got taken away. Which proved to be what the Maester thought it had to be, though, no one actually knew what caused it all. She would not get better. Like her mother, y/n would slowly become worse and worse until her body would give up and she would pass on.

The Maester had insisted on keeping a close eye on the young lady over the following days but had slowly noticed how her getting worse was much like when her mother became sick.

So here she was, laying on top of her bed just thinking. She was not scared of death, that was the least of her worries but what would happen to all the people around her once her time came. How would it feel to slowly have life sucked out of you?

Everybody knew her fate at this point, seeing as it had been a week since she got to know that there was no way she would ever get better. Well, okay fine, there was one person who did not know, little Joffrey. y/n could never tell such a young boy that in probably a short time she would no longer live. She could never. Even though protests from Rhaenyra, Jacaerys and Lucerys, y/n was determined to keep active for as long as she could. Only Daemon had not said anything about the girl's choice to not stay in bed all day and just wait for her time, which she appreciated honestly.

The sounds of footsteps outside in the corridor echoed loudly, clearly the guards from the sounds of their armour too that y/n had been able to learn to make out. But it was then the sound of a tapping sound that made her sit up, having gotten quite comfortable on her bed it felt like being pulled out of a good dream having to sit.

As she sat the tapping had gone quiet, but she stayed quiet. Sitting complaining still and looking around, waiting for another set of taps to see who of them it was. Only the sounds of wind outside and a few owls could be heard along with the footsteps outside her door. Then the combination of taps came once more: four rapid ones, then a two second pause and then three more rapid taps. Jacaerys.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she stood up, walking over to the armchair that stood towards one of the walls near the fireplace. Her body ached but with all the strength she had she pushed the heavy armchair out of the way. Opening up the secret door that was in the wall, having gotten used to doing it hundreds of times since they arrived in Dragonstone.

"What are you even doing up at this hour?" The brunette boy in the passageway walked out and closed the wall behind him. Shrugging at the question.

"I couldn't sleep,'' was the answer she got as Jacaerys turned towards her. He was looking anywhere but at her, as if her chambers were any surprise to him. He had been in there more times than any person could count.

With a tired sigh, y/n moved towards her chaise that stood right by the fire. Grabbing a hold of the boy's sleeve to pull him with her. It did startle him a bit, the sudden pull on his sleeve.

Sitting down on the chair, Jacaerys looked a little perplexed at the girl. But she only looked at the space beside her to show he was allowed to sit down. Things had never been this tense or unsure between the two since they were small when y/n would always back off if Jace came too close. He sat down however, though he was a bit uncertain.

"Skoros iksis ziry bona jaelā? Nyke gīmigon konīr iksis mirrors." She looked into the fire while asking, High Valyrian being something she learnt over the years. What is it that you want? I know there is something.

He sat quiet for a few seconds, not knowing what to say. He honestly did not know himself why he was there, maybe it was the fact that in a few months she would not be there. "Skoro syt issi ao nykeēdrosa bē?" Why are you still up?

Clearly, Jacaerys wanted to avoid telling why he was there. Which was actually quite simple, he had gotten word from some guards that y/n had been wandering around at this hour for the past week. So he only wanted to check in on her, but it was also for his own comfort.

"Nyke otāpagon," She turned from looking at the fire to Jace who nodded his head in understandment. I'm thinking.

"Skoros nūmāzma?" What about?

"Morghon," Her answer made Jacaerys avert his eyes from her, looking on the floor but then into the fire. It was not often the prince felt that lump in his throat, the burning in his eyes to let his tears fall. Death.

"Issi... issi ao daor zūgagon?" In return he got a slight shake of the girl's head, making him wait for an explanation. Whether it would be in High Valyrian or the common tongue did not matter. Are.. are you not scared?

"Nyke pendagon ziry daoriot emagon naejot sagon zūgagon. Morghon iksis iā ñuhoso naejot gīmigon emā gaomagon aōhon isse se vys." I think it doesn't have to be feared. Death is a way to know you have done yours in the world.

Jacaerys did understand. Not all people did fear death, some did, but not everyone. But he could not come up with what to say next. Words stuck in his throat as he tried to say what he wanted. But y/n could easily see he was fighting the tears, the long blinking as to stop them told her that much. So as she always did, she grabbed one of his hands. Drawing his attention to her.

"Death does not scare me. But that does not mean I don't care for what will be of the rest of you." Her eyes never left his. "I care about your family, you have all done so much taking me in and I care about you. It does not scare me to die, it scares me to leave you behind. I don't want to."

None of them said a word. It would be a lie if I did not tell you y/n's eyes, for just a split second, flickered from his eyes down to his lips, but quickly back into his eyes once more. Her brows furrowed in a doleful way but had just a little smile on her face. Eyes teary as she stared at him. Jacaerys grabbed her hand just a bit tighter but only for a second before he let her hand go. Softly saying a "Come on," while holding his arm out for her to lay her head on his shoulder, which she did.

So they sat there in the comfort of one another. For how long, none of them knew, but y/n kept her head on his shoulder and Jace had his arm around her. Much like that one time, when they still lived in the Red Keep.

Just as Jacaerys had watched as Ser Harwin Strong walked off, having to leave due to the allegations made by the Queen, he had turned to his mother and asked her whether or not he was a bastard like everyone said. But he had been told off by his mother who told him he was of Targaryen and Velaryon blood, and that he was her son. Then he had been told by his mother to wait with Lucy and y/n who waited inside the chamber.

When little Jacaerys had walked back into the chamber, y/n was sitting next to Lucerys and rubbed his upper arm, both of the two saddened by the man leaving. So, Jace had walked up and sat between the two, arms around them as both Luke and y/n had their heads on a shoulder each.

But now it was not a person leaving the castle they were sad about, but one for the fact that she would leave the boy she secretly loved and people who had been her family for the majority of her life. The second was the knowledge that he would lose one of the only people who ever truly cared for him, and the person he wanted forever with.

——

"Should you not be down there with your brother?" Her question made Lucerys look down into the training court where Jacaerys was practising his swordsmanship. But he quickly looked away and shook his head, continuing to have his arm interlocked with the older girl.

"No,"

His answer made y/n stop. Standing to look down into the training court from where she stood, arm still interlocked with Lucerys who had been kind enough to offer her some company on her little walk around the castle. It was a daily thing, something that she did to keep staying active even though how much more exhausted she felt everyday.

y/n leaned on the stone wall in front of her and watched as the guard and Jacaerys fought, of course the guard was making sure not to hurt him. Lucerys came up beside her and too watched on. "Is there anything in particular as to why you don't want to train?"

The brunette did that face he always did when he had an answer that he felt unsure if he should say. His fingers tapped the stonewall as he thought about the answer. Feeling the nudge from y/n made him give in. Over the years he had known her, which was since he was two, he had always seen her as a sister. She could at times have the best of advice, make him feel less insecure about things or just overall be there as a person he could trust.

"Jace is a better swordsman than I will ever be," A glum expression on his face as he told what was bothering him.

"He might be," y/n stated, the boy had not expected that. "But you are a better dragonrider than your brother. Sure, he and Vermax do have a good bond and all but you and Arrax have that little extra for one another."

"But that is far from being enough if something is to happen."

"We can't all be good at everything. Can you imagine the world if all of us had dragons, chaos would likely be an everyday thing by then. That is why you Targaryens are good with dragons, and the rest of us are good at other things."

She placed a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner. Lucerys turned from watching his brother disarm the guard to face y/n. Even though she smiled at him, he could see how tired she was and that whatever the cause of her declining health was was taking a toll on her. Yet she stayed as kind and understanding as she had always been.

He smiled just slightly at her before starting to help her continue walking around Dragonstone. They took it slow and just enjoyed the silence between them. But Lucerys could not help but notice the way y/n would occasionally glance down to the training court where Jacaerys was. The younger boy snorted.

It made y/n turn to him with questioning eyes to ask what was suddenly so funny to him. Eyebrows raised in question, but the lack of answer made her poke the young prince in the rib to make him turn and understand she had heard it. "What is suddenly so funny, Luke."

"It's nothing," He shook his head to not snort once more, but to no avail as he let out yet another snort.

"No I believe you have something to say,"

"It was just... who are you looking at down there?" Luke nodded with his head down towards where the training court was and the question caused the girl to act as if she had not just heard the question. "Is it Jace?

The question was asked with a wriggle of his brows as y/n continued to act as though she had not heard, eyes narrowing at a certain point in front of her to not break face. To have either Jacaerys, Lucerys or little Joffrey poke fun at her for something was something she had learnt to be quite annoying. The three brothers at times even teamed up against her, though Joffrey mostly was told by his older brothers what to do and otherwise was quite confused as to why they did it. But if his brothers told him to, he would do it.

Just as they passed a couple of guards and a maid, the guards noticed the girls' annoyed expression along with the face Lucerys had of enjoyment. But they all gave a "Lady y/n, Prince Lucerys" as they passed by slowly.

"Why is that any matter to you?" y/n finally spoke but did not answer the brunette question.

"Well he is my brother, and you are like a sister so I was just asking." No, he was not just asking.

"What if I was, would that matter?"

"It does matter, but I would not have a problem with it."

——

Rhaenyra carefully squeezed out the last bit of water from y/n's hair. Soft smile on her face as she placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, moving to instead of being behind her be beside the tub y/n was sitting in. Slight steam voting from the water she sat in which was just enough murky to cover her body up.

For the past few ten minutes, y/n had been sitting in the hot water to relax, the aches in her body had worsened over the past few weeks. Her body had gotten too weak and she was barely able to walk more than a few minutes without help. So Princess Rhaenyra had decided she would help the young girl have a nice bath to just relax.

"There," Rhaenyra said as she sat herself on the wooden stool beside the tub y/n sat in. Reaching out and brushing her knuckles along the h/c girls cheek. She could feel y/n lean into her touch.

The girl kept her head resting on her knees, eyes closing at times, letting the heat relax her body. Rhaenyra moving her hair from her face and just having a soft and sweet smile on her face.

When y/n was little and had just come to King's Landing it was often that the then young Princess of the Seven Kingdoms found herself sitting with the girl as she would let the woman take care of her. It was these times back then that had the two bond, y/n slowly becoming more and more comfortable with the woman and during the days she slowly warmed up to Leanor and the boys.

"What are you thinking about, my dear girl?" Rhaenyra leaned forward while moving for damp hair from the girl's face, being just as motherly towards her as she was to her boys.

"Do you think I will meet my parents and siblings in the afterlife?" She turned and faced the woman beside her who had no problem answering or talking about this. Rhaenyra knew y/n did not fear death, but only what would happen to everyone around her after her death.

"I think that if you want to meet them, then you will be able to meet them. But if you don't then you are not gonna be forced to,"

"I barely remember them." But y/n did not sound sad as she said that. "The only family I know is you and the boys. To me, you are my mother."

A sad smile broke onto the woman's face as she watched the girl. She was the daughter she never got, she was the daughter she had always wanted and Rhaenyra had raised her in a way that made her the way she was. She was proud of herself for how well she had raised the y/n.

"And you will forever be my girl, " Rhaenyra whispered to her with a smile, then giving her a kiss on the forehead. y/n had her chin resting on the edge of the tub now, looking at Rhaenyra with a smile. Happy to know she felt the same.

"I will leave you to just enjoy your bath, I'll come back in a few minutes and help you out." Rhaenyra stood up and just gently brushed y/ns cheek once more, earning a nod while she moved towards the door of the girls room. Walking out to leave her there for herself.

Just as she had closed her eyes, head on the edge of the tub to just let herself soak in the hot water. Yes, it was still surprisingly warm. Her mind had just begun to drift off, a feeling of security in her chest knowing that Rhaenyra cared for her as a daughter just as much as y/n loved and saw her as a mother. Her finger ran along the edge of the tub as she felt content where she was, even though her health was deteriorating.

It was then the sound of the door into her chambers opening which made her eyes snap open quickly. It could not have been that long that Rhaenyra was already coming to help her out of her bath. But in did not the silver haired woman come, no, in came a brunette boy that she knew all too well. His back towards her as he closed the door as gently as he possibly could.

"What in seven hells are you doing here?" Her voice startled the boy as he hurled around. Cheeks quickly turning a bright red colour as this was not how he had counted on to find her, averting his eyes.

"I was going to see how you were doing." He told and y/n hugged her knees a little closer to herself. Happy the water was murky enough to cover her from showing anything she did not want to show. Her shoulders and up being all that was visible except her knees that stuck out of the water.

"Are the guards not outside? I thought they knew I was bathing."

Jacaerys shook his head and finally turned his eyes towards y/n who did not seem as flustered as he did, according to himself. But in reality y/n was flustered, only thing being that she had it easier to hide that. "They were not there now, I think they might be switching with other guards."

"That explains it, otherwise I would be worried." y/n let out a breathy laugh making Jacaerys smile as he finally got the courage to walk closer.

y/n fiddled with her fingers above the water as the brunette sat down on the stool his mother had been sitting on just moments earlier. If it was one thing y/n did not worry about was Jacaerys staring at her some place she would not want to nor do something inappropriate, like his uncle Aegon. Whom she did not exactly like now when she had in recent years gotten word of what he did to the poor maids and servant girls. He had been quite okay before they left King's Landing, not the best but better than he was now.

y/n turned to face the boy, he was clearly still flustered. Cheeks painted in a crimson colour as his brown eyes looked everywhere but at her, she knew he was afraid to make her uncomfortable otherwise. It did come in handy having known one another for such a long time. It was amusing.

"You know, this is not the smartest idea you have ever had and you are usually quite intelligent."

"I know,"

"But I actually think what makes this even worse is that your mother is going to come back soon so staying is not exactly a good idea either." Her tone of voice made a smile tug at Jacaerys lips, finally turning his head towards y/n.

"You think?" Feeling bold, he leaned closer with his head. He could no longer go on and just feel bad about what was coming y/n's way and not tell her, it had to be done before her time was up.

"Yeah,"

For a moment, they both just looked at one another. Eyes locked, the smallest of smiles on their faces while looking at one another. None of them no longer felt that there was no need to hide how they felt.

The girl reached out and brushed some of Jaces brunette hair away from his face. Eyes then flip down to his lips, for once she did not look away, not ashamed nor scared he would notice. She wanted him to notice. Slowly, so, so slowly she leaned in, hand resting on his shoulder as she connected their lips. Shocking the boy as his heart started to beat a hundred times faster than before. But he still closed his eyes. It was a soft and sweet kiss. One that was filled with untold feelings. But it was rather quick, lasting just a little more than ten seconds.

When they parted y/n had to bite back a grin as she leaned her chin on the edge of the tub again watching as Jacaerys opened his eyes once more, a smile slowly growing on his face

"I think I like that," He told her.

"You think?" y/n asked with a playful tone, earning a chuckle in response.

"Okay, I know I like that."

——

"Why is this important?" y/n looked up at the brunette who stood in front of her where she sat in the bed. Holding the piece of glass between her fingers, making sure not to cut herself.

Yet again, as for the past four weeks, Jacaerys had sneaked into her chambers through the secret passage between their rooms. But this time he had come and showed her a piece of glass, which made y/n frown as she had inspected it. Sitting on the edge of her bed as she would not be able to stand up without help. Her body is too weak at this point to hold her up.

Jacaerys heart was running wild, beating as if he had just been running for his life and not stopped. He could feel it against his ribcage, each beat hammering against his ribs, it was hard to not notice. He could even hear it beating in his ears, barely able to make out what y/n had said over his beating heart.

"Dragonglass," Was the answer y/n got to her question. It made her brows furrow even deeper while she carefully ran a finger over its edge to feel how sharp it was. Almost cutting her own finger but luckily she did not.

She swore she knew it had some type of importance, every part of her brain worked to dig up the memory of why it was so significant and in what scenario she had heard the use of it. The gears turned steadily at first but the more she thought about it the faster they began to turn in her head. Lastly she found the connection, now coming to understand the significance of dragonglass.

She now understood and her lips parted just a bit as she stared at the piece of glass. Then turning her eyes to look up at Jacaerys who still stood in front of where she sat. She had found the importance of this type of glass shard. Sure, dragonglass could be used for weapons and so much more but y/n knew the use of it in old Valyrian traditions.

"I want it to be me and you, forever. No matter what, it has always been you," He explained, gently holding her chin so she looked up at him. Thumb ghosting over her bottom lip to right down by the middle. The way to cut one's lip with the hard of glass.

She did not know what to say, only looking up at him. With the way her health was going it was clear to her that she did not have much longer. It was not something that would be legitimate, doing it this way, but the both of them would at least know their bloodlines forever ro be connected.

So without saying a word she held out the glass shard to Jacaerys to take, which he did, fingers brushing with hers as he took it. He did not need a verbal answer as he knew that if she thought it to be a bad idea she would reject it outwardly, but she had not.

He kept holding her chin gently, and just for a second he looked to see if she had anything to say, but her eyes told him to do it. So he did. With a little force, he cut open her lower lip right by the middle. y/n's brows twitching a bit at the slight pain from the cut. Her blood painted the shard of glass red.

When Jacaerys had done that, he held out his hand for y/n to take, helping her stand up from her place on the bed. Her legs weak as she stood, getting handed the shard at the same time. Jace moved his hands to her waist, holding her close as to be able to help her stand if her legs would start to give in on her.

y/n gently placed on hand on his jaw, eyes focused on his lips as she placed the already blood coated shard against his lower lip, reciprocating what he did on her. Cutting his lower lip. Jacaerys eyes intensely focused on y/n, watching as she did not meet his eyes. The feeling inside was one he was unable to describe.

The girl then as she had cut his lower lip moved her hand from his jaw, opening it between the little space between them and placed the shard against her skin. Breaking it and letting blood seep out. The blood that ran down her hand she pressed her thumb into to get blood on it, then turned her gaze up to meet Jacaerys brown eyes.

A tiny smile on her lips as she pressed her thumb against his forehead, leaving a bloody thumbprint between his brows. Holding her hand that she had cut still as she handed the shard back to Jacaerys once more.

He did the exact same, cutting his hand with the piece of dragonglass. Then getting some blood on his thumb and pressing a mark onto the girls' forehand as well.

They both then held their hands that they had cut together, it did sting just a bit but not too bad. Foreheads connecting as they both closed their eyes. This was what he wanted, to know that they would forever be bound to one another. It would always be the two of them. No matter what. So he could not keep the smoke on his face from growing.

"How long does forever mean?" y/n spoke for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, forehead still connected with Jacaerys and their eyes still closed.

"What do you mean?"

"Does forever mean all of our life until death, or does it mean all our life and even in the afterlife?" Jacaerys let out a short breathy laugh at her.

"Hopefully all of our life and even in the afterlife," He admitted his hopes, opening his eyes but not discontinued their foreheads.

"Then I want it to be us forever," She too opened her eyes, eyes tired yet filled with happiness.

Without second thought they connected their lips that had started to slowly heal from being cut open. They would be forever. They would be one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever. Not even death was to take away their forever.

Even though her death came sooner than anyone had liked. But he, Jace, knew they were concerned forever. No matter if others did not, he knew and he was the only one that needed to know that.

But his death would not come much later than hers, making them reunite and get their forever.

Hope you all enjoyed this, it took much longer than I thought it would to think it all out and write. Anyway, my requests are open for Jacaerys, Lucerys and maybe some Aemond I'm okay with. I might even cave and write for Aegon but he'll be very much non-canon then

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