#jace answers

[sapphicromanoffxo]

Mmm… now that’s a thought. Will you guide me through it? Tell me what a good girl I am?

-V

I will surely guide you to your orgasm but I won't let you reach that high easily. I wonder if you're the type to beg, beg for me to make you cum. Hmm.

[kreauxlighe]

you should talk about the vampire au i love vampires

oh anon would that i could. would that i could! unfortunately i'm legally prohibited from even THINKING about vampau for too long until i finish catreig au 😔. the whole reason catreig has taken this long is cause i went feral when i got the vampau idea and wrote like 25k over 3ish weeks. and if i start to think about it for too long then i start to go a lil feral again... its just so.. *clenches fist* hhhhhh (postiive)

but i can say that wawa is a vampire! reigen is not. but its not just vampirism that is a thing in this au! there's all sorts of... afflictions 👀

also, in addition to being a full on au, it's a future fic! so everyone is in the (41)(39)(25) era. its been REALLY interesting and a bit of a challenge to write them all aged up and still keep their personalities and worldviews despite a DRASTICALLY different seasoning city and different circumstances leading to them all meeting. its been fun tho! i love it so so much. (and i hope yall will too 🥺)

some other things i can say about it: its much darker than anything else i've posted to date (in this fandom). its definitely going to get the archive warning for violence and an additional tag for body horror.

here there be monsters y'all >:3c

there is still some humor and fluff! the ekurei vibes are off the charts in this one. (also its not just vibes, its canon in the fic lol) but also serirei get together goodness too! and also, im not the only one that goes feral. bamf wa is v much a thing in this one hehe

[avengerswriter4eva]

I am in love with your Professor's Pet series! I just read part 15! Can't wait for the part 16!!! :)

Thank you so much 😊😊😊🐶🐕‍🦺

[belovedspector]

5, 6, and 7 for the ao3 asks!

5. What fic surprised you with how much interaction it got this past year?

Going off just the numbers on AO3, I was surprised by how many hits I Don't Need a Metaphor... got. That was a personal fic I kind of just wrote for myself, so it was interesting to see how many people actually read it, along with its sort-of sequel.

6. What fic surprised you with how little interaction it got this past year?

Again, just going off AO3 numbers, I would say Secret Santa, although I guess it makes sense that a Christmas-related fic wouldn't get as much interaction.

7. Share a line/paragraph/snippet that you were especially proud of from a work this year!

I really like the whole opening from All I've Ever Known..., including this part:

It starts with Marc Spector throwing himself into baseball, the one thing that keeps him feeling connected to his little brother, the one thing his mother cannot take away from him.

The smell of freshly-cut, green grass. The taste of bubblegum and sunflower seeds. The feel of dirt beneath cleats. The sight of the sun in a cloudless, blue sky. The sound of a ball making contact with a bat. Marc Spector loves all of it.

Thank you so much for the ask and for putting this list together! 💜

[wikitpowers]

who wants to see jace with a lil cat?

[bucknastysbabe]

hey, i sent something about jacaerys but i didn’t see it crossed out on the bingo so i think tumblr is being a bitch and didn’t send it😟 i’m sorry if you already got the ask i don’t want to be annoying :(

so like i wanted jace with either pegging or overstim, i couldn’t choose between the two💀

The plot bunny finally smacked me upside the head. Jace is such a dutiful little bean he prob has no clue on how to blow backs out BUT👆🏻 is eager to learn and has a WILLING‼️ horse cock I feel it in my veins. Hope you enjoy tumblr is a certified hoe!!

Kink Bingo - Overstimulation

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Multiple orgasms, sexual inexperience, pnv!sex, slight preg kink, Jace Is Dutiful, dom!reader, overstimulation, SAPPY

Jace was a right mess. You grinned at his disheveled state, arousal coursing through your veins. Normally he was so composed, even in bed. Rhaenyra’s eldest would do his marital duty, same position every night, finished with a quiet grunt and rolled over. You grew tired of it, there was no way life would be destined to this.

Banality.

But this, this, was fun. Jace panted hoarsely under you, eyes glassy and cheeks prettily flushed. He had bitten his already plump lips to a dark color, obscenely swollen and wet. You slid up and down his equally swollen cock— taking pleasure as deemed fit. The prince held onto your flexing thighs, gripping so hard you knew it would bruise.

He gasped, “O-oh, sweetheart, wha-what’re you doing to me?”

Jace’s dark brown eyes searched your own blearily. You cried out on a good thrust, running your hands down the sweaty expanse of your body. His breath hitched again, little whimper escaping into the air. You breathed, “Having my fun dear husband. You fuck like a septon.” His legs trembled under yours, face falling.

“N-no I don’t,” he protested weakly.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Poor Jacaerys. He really had no clue, sweet thing. Sliding warm palms to his cheeks you cooed, “Jace, baby, you fuck for duty not pleasure.” His full lips trembled and a guilty look wracked fine features. The brunette babbled, “M’sorry, I- I don’t, ah- teach me!” His hands grasped and rubbed at your sensitive flesh.

Moaning softly you rocked forward onto him, whining at your clit dragging against his tight belly. Still caressing his cheeks you said, “That’s my sweet husband. Seed takes better when the woman is aroused too- fuck- I read that the other day.”

Jace’s eyes rolled at the idea of knocking you up, jerking his hips into your slick pussy. He nodded and moaned, “Yesyesyes!” You bounced harder in excitement, your husband meeting you in stuttering thrusts. His hands moved to claw and dig into your soft waist, biting his puffy lower lip.

His head fell back with a weak cry, throat bobbing under his senseless praises. Your cunt was in heaven, being assaulted by Jace’s cock. He had a nice one, just needed to use it correctly. You braced your hands on his chest, lowering bouncing tits closer. Purring in a sultry tone you said, “That’s what you want hm? Me swollen with your child? My tits blown up?”

Jacaerys whined high in his throat, lashes fluttering. His body tightened and thrashed under yours, the prince’s cock sinking itself to the hilt. You cried out again when Jace groaned, “Fuck yes! Cumming- shit- oh gods!“ His hot spend coated your insides, slicking up everything even more, your body throbbed at the indecent noises.

You didn’t stop, chasing your own high. Jace’s eyes widened as you continued to bounce on his overspent cock, chafing the sensitive flesh in a twisted facsimile of pleasure. He couldn’t move, mouth hung open in shock. You whimpered, “Hold it, c’mon don’t get soft on me!” The prince tried his best but the tight squeeze of your cunt was sending his nerves into a frenzy.

His flushed member didn’t get the chance to soften, already being coaxed back into full hardness. It sent achy little pricks all over the flesh, even to his recently emptied balls. You watched with heated eyes as Jace writhed and drooled from crying out so much. He whimpered, “Fuck fuck fuck oh you’re gonna kill me!”

You felt yourself tipping on the precipice at his pathetic display. With a desperate moan you begged, “Touch me husband, fill me up again, please!”

“Oh gods, fine, ah!”

A couple of tears slipped down his flushed cheeks. You led Jacaerys’ shaky hand to your throbbing clit, crying his name on contact. You clamped down on his overstimulated prick, shaking at his genuine wail. He groaned throatily, “Hurts hngh don’t stop- hngh!” Delirious little laughing sobs left his strained throat, you seizing up.

A bolt of white-hot pleasure licked up your spine, his cock nudging the perfect place again and again. Your hands fisted into his brown hair, rolling through the waves of pleasure. Jace gasped and came again with sobs of pleasure-pain. The release of more seed had you pulsing around him, whimpering brokenly.

You fell forward, breasts smacking against Jace’s heaving chest. The pair of you were overheated and spent— but a feeling of completeness was in the air. He sought your lips, babbling into your mouth, “I love you so so much- others take me.” You shared a couple of bone tired, lazy pecks with your husband, still trembling from the intense high.

You sighed, “Love you too, you okay my sweet?”

The brunette nodded, arms locked around your sweaty body. He slid out with a wince and whine, you doing the same at feeling the copious cum leaking out of your sore entrance. His forehead pressed against your own as he breathed, “We must do that again when I’m…recovered.”

You giggled at Jace’s words, agreeing with the man. While pinching his cheek you teased, “Then you’ll have an heir sooner than you’d like my prince.” Nuzzling against your soft neck the brunette laughed, “Good.” Sleep did not take long to find the thoroughly sated pair.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

hi, well i was wondering how you think yandere hotd's men would react to marrying darling reader who is a widow and has a son (time skip) they have children with reader but she has obvious favoritism for her son from her first husband (an attitude like Viserys with Rhaenyra)and their children are sad, how do you think they would react? thank you take care of yourself ♡♡

I like the thought of Widow!Reader not even being conscious of how much more attentive and involved she is regarding her child from her first husband. As far as she knows she treats all her children equally but that couldn’t be further from the truth, at least from her new husband and children’s point of views.

Let’s be honest, there’s a damn good chance that Daemon probably had a big part in his darling’s late husband’s death. It would be kinda funny if he didn’t know that they already had a child with their first husband, otherwise he may have taken them out of the picture too. Either way, Daemon would portray himself as somewhat understanding and to an extent he genuinely is, especially when he first married his darling. He had Rhaena and Baela from his marriage with Laena so he could be understanding of the situation, especially if his darling’s son was still quite young, but as time went on and they had their own children together his understanding grew to lessen. He did take notice of his darling fulfilling her role as mother to all their children, even including Rhaena and Baela, but not to the same extent as she is with her first child. It would be one thing if his darling’s child looked more like her than their original father but if they were the spitting image of the Reader’s late husband then he’ll have a harder time allowing the favoritism to continue. Daemon would go as far as even using their children to guilt trip and manipulate the Reader into feeling absolutely awful for holding their older half-sibling above all of them. He would of course talk to his darling himself when they’re alone together and relay how neglected and insignificant the other children feel compared to the time and attention the Reader puts towards their older sibling. By the end of it he’ll have his darling a sobbing, apologetic mess feeling like a complete shit mother for having disregarded their other children. He knows he has his darling right where he wants her. He’ll hold her close, comforting her while still coming off as understanding of the situation and knowing his darling wasn’t intentionally pushing aside their children together, but he needs her to put her focus into their family now. He needs her to make their children together and himself her main priority, otherwise he’ll need to take matters into his own hands. His darling’s son should be old enough to foster off by now anyway, right? Leave it to Daemon and his darling will wake up one day to her pride and joy from her first marriage having been sent off to somewhere else, somewhere far away from them.

Out of everyone, Viserys would by far be the most understanding. In a way he finds it endearing that his darling has taken similar to him in regards to how she is with her first child, but once he and his darling begin having children together he expects her to extend all that motherly love and care to their new children as well. Compared to how he was with Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron, Viserys would be much more involved with and caring towards his children with his darling. He’d even get after Rhaenyra for not interacting with her newest siblings, even she wouldn’t be exempt from neglecting Viserys and the Reader’s children, therefore neither would his darling. Again, he’s much more understanding than anyone else but that doesn’t mean he’s going to sit by and allow his darling to solely focus on her first child from her first marriage. He sees this as his darling not letting go of her first husband and as much as he can sympathize with it after having lost Aemma, Viserys has invested himself in his new family. He’s invested himself in you, his new wife, and your children together, so why can’t you do the same? Unlike Daemon who would contemplate the idea of getting rid of his darling’s first child permanently, even if only for a second, Viserys would only go for sending the child to be fostered off. He’d give his darling plenty of chances to try harder for their children, to do better by their children but eventually even he reaches his own limits and can only do what he thinks is right by his newest children even if it means going behind his darling’s back.

Aegon would absolutely resent and despise his darling’s first child, especially if they resembled his darling’s late husband so much. He’s only reminded of the treatment his father forwent giving him and his siblings in favor of his eldest half-sister and he can’t tolerate that. Never. It’s not even necessarily so much that his darling isn’t paying as much attention and care to their own children together that really eats at him (although that does still very much trigger him), instead it’s the fact that his darling’s abundance of dedicated love and care towards her first and eldest child is only proof that his darling isn’t completely his and he hates it. You still have love and attachment towards your first husband and that irritates him more than anything. Your first husband is dead, he’s long gone, meanwhile Aegon is right here in the flesh along with the children you two share together and yet you’re still stuck in the past. Why can’t you see what you have now? Is he not good enough? Are your children together not deserving of your love as much as your first child? Why can’t you give yourself completely to him and your new family? What needs to be done for him and your family together to become your priority? He honestly doesn’t even need to ask that last question, he knows what needs to be done and he has no qualms about it. Everything from your past needs to be wiped away and he can do exactly that. You just need a fresh start, a clean slate, and then you can finally give him and your children what they all need. All he has to do is get rid of your first born, that other man’s spawn, and then you can put your all into him and your new family. And he will go through with it without a doubt.

Aemond would feel similarly to Aegon. He would wholeheartedly despise his darling’s first child but I could see him taking a different approach then Aegon. Aemond of course hates the love and affection that his darling has always given her firstborn, even long before he and his darling got together and had children of their own. But unlike Aegon, Aemond would try to have some form of relationship with his darling’s child but it’s more so in a way to corrupt them and any piece of their original father in them. He would break this child down and forge them into a son he would be proud of, one he could really call his own. He wouldn’t immediately go for getting rid of his darling’s first child although he has certainly considered it many times. He would rather put the time and effort into stripping away everything that makes his step-child the product of their real father. It would bode a lot better if the child looked or shared a similar personality akin to their mother, then Aemond wouldn’t be so invested in changing them too much but that doesn’t mean he would have a different reaction to his darling still paying more attention and care towards that child over their own children together. He loves his darling deeply and to an extent he can be understanding, at least he tells her that he understands, but he can’t stand for his children with his darling being neglected in favor of their older half-sibling. He would talk to his darling, telling her how completely hurt and lonely their children have become due to her neglect. He’ll give his darling a few chances to redeem herself with their children before he becomes much more stern with the threat of sending away his darling’s first child so she can put more focus and love into their children. He doesn’t necessarily take pleasure in making his darling cry and beg, on the contrary he hates seeing his darling in such a state, especially when it comes to pleading for her child to stay with her but then he’s reminded that their own children have been pushed aside in favor of her firstborn and thus whatever empathy he feels leaves him. If anything, their children are in need of her more than anyone else, hell even he is more in need of his beloved darling. She’s been more than enough for her first child, she’s done more than enough for him, now it’s time to put her all into Aemond and their children. As said before, Aemond loves his darling deeply and he adores their children together but he will go behind his darling’s back in favor of ensuring his children have the mother they desperately need and crave for. Especially if that means getting rid of his darling’s first child once and for all. It would most likely be either a dragon ride ‘gone wrong’, or a set up of some sort. I could see Aemond trying to make nice with his darling’s child and offering to let him meet Vhaegar or something like that and the child ending up getting killed by the dragon or a dragon in general. Either way, his darling’s child’s death will be played off as either a freak accident or an attack by the Blacks or someone else.

Jace would be deeply hurt by his darling’s dedication to her first child affecting their own children together. He loves his darling more than anything and he wholeheartedly accepted her and her child from the very beginning, more than willing to take on a fatherly role for her child but now that they have children together he feels conflicted. He still very much adores his darling and nothing could ever change that for him but he also very much wants for his darling to put the same dedication and love into their children together. Jace knows without a doubt that his darling loves and adores their children but he only wishes she showed it the same way she shows it for her first born. As far as their children know their mother favors their eldest sibling over any and all of them, no matter how much this darling denies it. As much as Jace doesn’t want to do anything drastic, he is willing to if push comes to shove. He’s even tried taking on more one on one time with his darling’s first child so that his darling can give some much needed attention to their children and it works well enough until they come back and his darling his fretting all over her firstborn and forgoing their children all over again. Jace would seek his mother’s advice on what to do. He doesn’t want to hurt his darling by any means but he knows that if he takes any action towards her child it will spark something that he may not be able to come back from and could greatly affect his relationship with his darling. But he knows he needs to do something to make sure his children get to have the love and care of their mother that their eldest sibling gets tenfold.

Daeron is patient and gentle with his darling after having dealt with the death of her husband and raising her child solely on her own. He, similar to Jace, would try to be more of a father figure to his darling’s child early on but unlike Jace once Daeron’s children come into the world his attention would be directed primarily towards them. He genuinely loves and cares for his darling and he can attest that they’ve been a dutiful mother but there is a stark contrast in how his darling is with their children versus her first born child. Eventually, Daeron would grow to resent his step-child for taking up his darling’s love and attention, taking it away from both Daeron himself and his children with his darling. He wouldn’t want to hurt us darling in any way, he wants to find some form of happy medium with their family but if his darling continued to put more attention into her firstborn than he would need to step in and do something. He may go to his mother for advice, maybe even his grandfather or brothers and whatever they told him he would take to heart. He didn’t want his children to grow up being second best (if even that) to their eldest half-sibling, he had gone through that himself, forced into trying to form some semblance of a relationship with his eldest half-sister’s spawn but it only made things worse. He wouldn’t want to put that in his children so if his darling’s child needs to go then they need to go.

[bbygirl-aemond]

I didn’t see the episode that way. I think the kids are just traumatized and I think the fight stemmed more from Rhaena being told to ride a pig. If I were Laena’s girls I would curse the entire family

i mean we can agree to disagree, but we all have to agree that daemon's "betrayal" of laena is objectively worse than aemond's, who'd never even met laena and wasn't committed to her in any way. but this actually brings me to a different, but related and very important point i've been wanting to make:

baela and rhaena had no way of knowing what aemond was referencing with the pig comment. they weren't there for the pink dread prank, and it doesn't really make sense for jace or luke to have told them about it. so as far as the girls knew, the pig comment was something aemond came up with on the spot in order to sound as cruel as possible. but how do you think they would feel if they found out that aemond was actually parroting jace and luke's words back to them? (remember, luke, rhaena's fiance, still finds the pig joke funny all those years later at the family dinner.)

aemond specifically says "maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride." because if luke and jace think aemond deserved a pig for being dragonless, they must think the same of rhaena. aemond's trying to hurt rhaena, yes, but he's trying to hurt her with the truth: that her "friends" look down on her deepest insecurity and always have. he's basically saying "look at who you hang out with."

so how do you think rhaena would feel, as the only targ kid without a dragon? it would be like if you spent your entire life insecure about having a big nose, only to find out that your fiancé and future brother-in-law used to laugh at (and still laugh at) someone for having the exact same fucking nose as you.

i think she'd be pretty hurt, and pretty fucking pissed. and rightfully so.

[jellazticious]

Just wanna say that I'm very intrigued and excited about your project and certainly waiting for more content about em. It's difficult to attract an audience with something truly original, and I can only envy your tendencies. Therefore, I wish you guys to get as much attention as possible, because it is definitely worth it, I wish!

Oh, btw, if it so happens that Jace has fangirls, then I want you to know that I am one of them haha (I mean, I don't believe in love at first sight, but damn, this guy is so-)

AAAAAAAA thank you for the kind wordsss 😭 😭 😭

We're cooking long and hard for the potential web comic dw about it! In the meantime we'll just drop doodles n shit ANYWAY

Enjoy this regular doodle of Jace

[johannawesterling]

I'm so excited to see Harry and Tom's bromance in interviews and press conferences! They will yield many sweet moments.Just to add, I'm reading The Song of Achilles and I imagine Harry and Tom as Patroclus and Achilles and just... Wow, please, if this book has a movie or a series, give it to us ❤️

Is this the first time you have read SOA? When I finished it I had to walk around my house and contemplate my life for about an hour. My dog thought I was nuts.

"Go, he's waiting for you." KILL ME NOW. I stole that line for Jacegan in my upcoming Dance rewrite.

I will be shocked if they don't put Harry and Tom together on the press tour, considering the two of them went on freaking vacation together and got really tight really fast, and flirt like crazy in each other's social medias lol. The show has gold there, and I'm sad Tom's only gonna be in one episode in season 2.

[sapphicromanoffxo]

but I thought delulu-with-wandanat is ur gf? did I miss something here?

I actually cackled like a mad woman when I saw this ask last night but to answer the question...

We would have, should have, could have been partners...

But unfortunately...our interests in life lie on the same ground...to the point that it affects our rational perspective of each other...so we arrived at an agreement to not pursue such connections. (This sounded so fucking formal ksksksjajsisnsks)

In all honesty, this bitch @delulu-with-wandanat prefers someone that is NOT me cause I'm just a regular southeast asian girl. 🙄🙄

Go find yourself a dutch or russian woman.

[kreauxlighe]

https://www.tumblr (.) com/thefrogswillreignsupreme/728088362906484736?source=share is this catreig behavior

oh anon

you are so right. not only is this catreig behavior but i choose to believe the other cat is wawa and this is catreig showing him his special trick for drinking water

[stranger-nightmare]

Eddie loves his hair played with. Like he will just lay his head in your lap and just smile up at you his big brown eyes going full puppy dog mode and he will just take your hand, kiss it and then place it right on his head to let you know he wants you to play with it.

Weirdly enough Jace is the same way.

Jace wayland will never say it but the second you scratch his scalp or the back of his neck he melts into a puddle. His ‘I’m a bad ass and will kill you’ mask falls and he just becomes a puddle in your lap in his room.

Best way to get either Eddie or Jace to come to bed. Just walk up behind them and run your hand up into their hair and just

“Come to bed. This can wait” and it takes maybe a minute or 2 until they are just purring and following you to bed.

-🎸😈

mhmm I agree with all of this, both Eddie and Jace are both suckers for having their hair played with!

Eddie outright admits it and doesn’t even care, like you said, he’ll just snuggle in your lap and take your hand, giving it a tender kiss, before placing it on his head so that you can scratch his head and play with his gorgeous dark curls

Jace, on the other hand, would never admit how much he likes you playing with his hair. like he’ll be lying in your lap, twirling his steele in his fingers, when you just start stroking his golden curls, and you can feel him physically relax in your lap as you begin to give him lil head scratches. but again, he never admits how much he likes out loud, but you can feel the way his body tensed again when you stop, so you just know he loves it

also yes I love that, giving Eddie a quick head scratch and being like “come to bed” and he’s immediately like “yes ma’am”

whereas Jace, you tell him to come to bed after giving his hair a quick stroke, and he shrugs you off lightly saying he’s busy and he’ll come through you in a bit but literally not even two minutes later you hear his footsteps practically running towards where you’re waiting on the bed lmao

- hope

[babybluebex]

okay but I KNOW jace is king of eating pussy

oh my god grey you're so right

he opens your legs and kisses at your thighs, gently nipping and making the smallest marks on your soft skin, before he attaches his plump lips to your clit, sucking softly and only moving on once you’re moaning

grabbing at his blond hair and watching as he gives your cunt fat licks, and he’s moaning softly into you too, he gets pleasure from giving you pleasure so he’s having a good time too

he looks up at you with his big blue eyes as he eats you out too, he wants to see you fall apart under his tongue, and he loves watching it

uses his fingers to help you finish, pressing them past your soft flesh and inside you and stroking your walls with the pads of his fingers as he licks at your clit and suckles it into his mouth

when you come, he shh’s you all sweetly “shh, i know, it’s good, isn’t it?” and he runs his thumbs along your quivering thighs and sets wet, soothing kisses to your legs and belly before he’s coming back up and kissing you deeply “can you take more? or should we wait?”

[navree]

Let's be honest, and I say this with full offense, Lucerys Velaryon is the Archduke Franz Ferdinand of the Dance of the Dragons. He is meant to be a sacrificial lamb to kick off the entire war proper. If we had gotten a full season of development with him like we did with the younger cast in Game of Thrones, I guarantee more people would've felt something. The only reason I personally feel bad is from a baseline level of empathy, because he was a child who was placed in an unwinnable situation due to his mom being completely irresponsible with him and his brothers.

However…

The comparison between Lucerys and Aemond is no contest. Love him or hate him, Aemond has an actual personality and goals when we first meet him. There's enough dimension in Aemond as a child to showcase the potential for sympathy between him and Jace at the funeral, a scene they didn't need to put in, but they did, which emphasizes his own innocence. Even before he breaks bad fully in S1E10, he's still far more compelling to watch due to the number of scenes allocated to him and his dynamic with other people.

This is where you and I are going to disagree just a bit, because Lucerys does do something in S1E07 and S1E08. He gouges out the eye of a family member and petulantly whines that he “didn’t do anything!” when confronted with the possibility of getting in trouble for it, then years later has the nerve and complete lack of sense to giggle at the person he permanently maimed only hours after his legitimacy was publicly called into question (again) and resulted in a murder. The narrative (perhaps unintentionally) glosses over these moments in favor of portraying him as good, whereas if you read between the lines, you can see that as being an oversimplification. The problem is that because S1 was truncated, secondary characters like Lucerys don’t receive screentime dedicated to portraying anything other than a single personality trait. Unfortunately, because of his role in the text and the way it was adapted for television, there was never a chance that Lucerys would be interesting.

I don't even have anything to add, this is just objectively correct.

[bucknastysbabe]

Hey I thought for a long time and this is what I came up with Do you remember the moment when various lords come to woo Rhaenyra in Dragonstone? So. Could you write something where Rhaenyra's daughter (Strong girl, of course) is in the same situation where her mother and Daemon are trying to find her a groom. And she's terribly bored and awkward and disgusted by all these idiots who are just annoying. But then an unexpected character appears who wants her hand and heart. who could it be? Aemon? Aegon? JACAERYS?! choose who you want)

Why not all three dear anon😏 I want to develop more on Jace anyways. I know we’ll get more of his dutiful ass in S2. My Aegon loving hopped out but here you go, thanks for asking and enjoy mwah xoxo

Winner takes All

The bastard’s ball, the mummer’s called it down in Flea Bottom. The occasion was reminiscent of Rhaenyra’s revolving door of the lords of Westeros. She ended up marrying her cousin of course. Now her daughter is of age, striking and witty at 8 and 10 years. Though the whispers still ran on account of her thick curls of dark brown. Some dare would say she had her father’s curls and usually got their tongue cut out for it.

But today was going to be a good day, whether the Velaryon was ready for it or not. She huffed while Baela and Rhaena along with a slew of handmaidens prettied the girl up. She grumbled, “Do I have to be so layered in finery I cannot move? They’re after my station, not the girl who carries it.”

Baela laughed, chestnut hands twisting the other’s hair into elaborate braids, “Who knows? Maybe some grumpy northron lord might change his mind when he sees the jewel of the Velaryons.” Rhaena added, “You’re the most beautiful maiden in the kingdoms!”

She rolled her eyes at the eager cousins.

“Wait until they see my brown hair and turn running,” she waved her hands, “Bastard! Bastard!” Some of the maidens gasped, scandalized at the blunt words. Baela hissed, snatching the girls ringed hand, “Don’t fuel the fires even more, dimwit!” She apologized quickly, “Sorry Baela, but you’re pure and more beautiful than I, Rhaena too.”

The princess settled back down into her braiding and sighed, “I know I have a choice in the matter but it all seems so…forced.”

Rhaena singsonged, “Love will find a way!”

Later the princess stood before the great Iron Throne. A dais was set for her to accept the line of lords. Her sworn sword, Ser Willis Fell, stood quietly behind. Rhaenyra and Daemon had her cornered up. The girl snapped, “I feel like I’m at a Lyseni whore auction.”

Daemon’s thin lips quirked as he laughed, “This is a much more grand affair than that, princess.”

Rhaenyra shook her head and pulled her daughter into a hug, stroking her back in soothing circles. She murmured, “I was just as distraught as you were then. Make light of the boys if you can. There’s no chance of intermarriage this time, sweetling.” The younger princess nodded grimly, clinging to her mother.

Daemon snorted derisively at the sound of boots approaching. Rhaenyra and her daughter turned to look at the hand, Otto, his face stern as ever. Rhaenyra sniffed, “I didn’t realize this was a matter for the hand considering it is my daughter.”

Otto hummed, tapping his pin, “Any occurrences revolving around the royal family and it’s dealings need the hand to be here.”

Daemon hissed under his breath, “Green bitch sent em’.”

The princess bowed customarily but her gaze held no warmth for the scheming worm. Otto was a nuisance, seeking to usurp her mother’s birthright for decades. She said, “Lord Hand, you may stand over there and offer consul if needed.” The lean man briskly nodded and took place by Ser Fell.

Rhaenyra hand swept back the princess’s flyaway curls with a soft smile— just for them only. She whispered, “Give them fire and blood, mayhap a smile, my girl.” Daemon leaned on Dark Sister and boomed, “Let the little lords parade begin!”

Otto’s face grew pinched as the others stifled a laugh. She noted surprisingly that Jace wasn’t present, the elder protective brother that he was. The princess stood proud, straightening her shoulders higher than the rigid queen could and beamed at the men filtering into the court. Queen Alicent and Helaena had slunk to the side of the hall, curious to see what the match may entail. Schemer.

The first lord was a young lad, mouth open in awe of the Velaryon’s dress. It was a fine piece of dark tiretaine wool, embroidered with the turquoise stones to emphasize her heritage. Similarly colored jewelry covered her ears and wrists, save the blood red ruby encrusted dragon on her ring finger.

The boy was decked in the garb of the Darklyn’s. The red fusily with the black and yellow diamonds. The princess scoffed and looked to Daemon. The boy chattered, “I have a strong family and a formidable keep to aid m’lady.”

The princess was mortified having to publicly shun the poor thing but said, “Thank you Lord Darklyn, I wish to bear children sooner.” Daemon waved the boy away curtly to start the whole charade over again. Another child. Great.

The parade went on and on, old men, fat men, crippled, so many boys, and even a damn hedge knight. Ser Willis handled that. The princess was going to self combust into dragon fire. Maybe if her dragon was here it would be a quicker affair.

“Next,” called Otto.

A lean, imposing figure stalked up to the dais. The gait looked familiar. He was hooded and knelt primly at her feet. Willis and Daemon drew steel, demanding to stay back.

“It’s only family, uncles,” came a bitter laugh.

The man yanked down his hood, thick silvery strands tumbling down to cascade across broad shoulders. Gasps echoed in the great hall. The smirking face of Aemond Targaryen glanced up at the young princess. He hummed, “I thought I would try my hand at claiming your beauty and uniting the rift between our family.”

Rhaenyra glared daggers at Alicent, spitting in accusation, “Do you think this is a farce? Shame on you!”

Alicent hollered back, “I had no such intentions for this!”

Otto slammed his hand down on a table, commanding the room. The princess yelped in surprise, utterly confounded at the entire situation.

Aemond? Her uncle that hated her family so? The Aemond whose eye was gouged by young Luke. It had to be a cruel jest. The elder prince no much than gave her a curt nod around the keep. She turned to Daemon for guidance. The rogue prince drawled, “Let the princess see if the wretch is worthy of her hand. A skilled warrior, that is all I shall add.”

The princess tapped her thumb on a plump bottom lip in thought. Aemond’s intense gaze held her own— bringing a flush to her cheeks. She said, “The matter of what our families bring to the table is out of discussion then,” she raised a brow, “What inspired this brave attempt at betrothal to the Black’s you hate?”

The brown haired girl flicked her hair, “Certainly not my silver locks or anything, your grace.”

A couple of onlookers laughed, Aemond’s sculpted lips grew pinched at the raucous.

One-eye sniffed airily, chin held high in defiance as he said, “I find your darker curls quite handsome,” he smirked, “You’re intelligent— something I can match you with, hāedar. Much better than these simple spring boys scrambling in their mud-keeps.”

The princess’ lips curled up in a pleased manner. She extended her hand, the ruby catching in the light like a cut wound. Aemond took her dainty hand and kissed the ring with reverence. He beckoned her to lean forward. He murmured into the girl’s ear, “The greens, the blacks. I say nay- let us unite with fire and blood like days of old, my princess.”

Rhaenyra’s perfect baby girl, or once was, grinned wildly down at the stoic prince. Otto and Alicent stared on in horror, same as the Realm’s Delight. Daemon giggled and covered his mouth. Ushering Aemond to stand she turned to her sworn sword.

“Ser Willis? Do you find this to be a suitable match?”

He paused, awkwardly clearing his throat before stating, “The dragon riding and genius of you two is unmatched. I’d say it would be a wondrous union.”

Aemond’s eye carefully crept along her face in anticipation. She demanded haughtily, “Then I have decided. Aemond and I shall wed. Do announce it Lord Hand.” Otto and Rhaenyra simultaneously sputtered and were silenced when the princess spat, “I said announce it!” Otto did so with a frown.

In the midst of the clapping she mused, “What a surprise, dear Uncle. I thought your heart was only held for Vhagar.” They held hands and smiled at the happy crowd. Aemond replied, “Hm. It was time to tame another dragon.” He squeezed her palm gently, a flicker of warmth in his eyes.

The poor Glover boy opened his mouth but didn’t get the chance to speak. From the entrance of the Great Hall came loud yelling and scuffling of boots. Daemon cocked his head from behind the young lady, hand flying to Dark Sister.

“Out of the way! I am your damn prince!”

Manic giggling ensued. The princess scoffed in annoyance. She knew exactly who the perpetrator was. Stupid Aegon and his stupid never ending affections. He declared his love for the princess in his cups only to proceed to smash that down in the pillow houses. She wanted to keep the pretty blonde to herself. Like a pet.

A disheveled Aegon appeared with a throughly exasperated Ser Criston. It appeared the prince had even been bathed and dressed— although still drunk as a Braavosi sailor. He shoved the Darklyn boy aside and declared angrily, “How come no one told me about this?”

Rhaenyra snapped, “Willis? Cole? Someone get this drunkard out of here, for the love of the Seven.” Alicent palmed her forehead in embarrassment, the pregnant Helaena smiling in amusement. Otto Hightower rumbled, eyes bulging in wrath, “Prince Aegon, this is unseemly. Do you forget your betrothal to Lady Floris Baratheon?”

Now halfway perched on the wide-eyed Glover lad Aegon snorted, “Ah yes! The illiterate stag bitch,” he waved his ringed fingers, “I come to claim the hand of my beautiful, intelligent, shapely, fiery Dragon niece.” Ser Criston yanked the prince aside, Aegon yelping and stumbling. All eyes turned to the princess in question.

Rhaenyra hissed in her ear, “I will send him out— just say the word. Foolish drunk has played with your heart for years. You’d be even more so the fool if you listen to this proposal.”

The girl sucked in a breath, shrugging off her mother. She spat, “If you would profess your emotions soberly I might consider it,” she sighed, “Bloody beautiful fool.” The brown-haired princess felt her heart constrict at Aegon’s sorry nature, she’d always been so endeared by his inability to fake an emotion. Aegon wore his heart on his green sleeve, no matter how intoxicated.

All Aegon had to do was flash his violet doe eyes and tremble his pretty lips and she was hooked. (Again.) Ser Criston had the prince by the scruff and hissed not-very-quietly, “A betrothal with the Strong? You must be really brain dead.” Spite settled over the girl’s pretty face, hands balling up to dig into her palm. She sat back in the chair adorned with dragons and stated, “Go on your grace, make your point and make it good. Back off Ser Criston.”

Daemon sauntered over to the embittered Dornishman and shoved him off with a playful grin. Aegon laughed in the white knight’s face before being drug forward on bruised knees with an ungainly cry by his uncle. The rogue prince gave Aegon another push and snickered, “Best of luck,” Daemon winked, “cunt.”

The tension in the air could be sliced with a blade. The princess leaned forward with a cat-like smirk, full lips temptingly pouty. She purred, “Why should I take you to be my husband? They think you’ll kill me in my sleep and usurp my mother’s gods given throne.”

Aegon shook his pale curls vehemently, “No, no, I don’t want the throne— never have. M’not fit for rule.” He clasped his hands and shook, begging, “Y’know I’ve always loved you, swear it by the seven!”

Alicent was held back by Helaena much to the Queen’s chagrin. Rhaenyra audibly scoffed at her pathetic half-brother. He knew how to worm his way into her daughter’s good graces— the girl craved complete and utter domination. Wanted a challenge to have it. Aegon was the challenger.

The princess cooed, “You say you love me but drown in whores. I’ll have your cock cut off for adultery if you stray, Uncle. You’ll be mine and mine only.”

He whimpered, “I’d only be your consort, loyal to you. Promise!”

With a swish of black wool the dark haired princess stood up. She announced, “One day for a break to see if Prince Aegon is true to his word,” she frowned, “Sober.” She clapped, commanding the rest of the hall, “If he is still willing, I will be taking his hand. Thank you.”

Aegon cracked a teary smile, clambering to her feet. The blacks and the greens swarmed behind, rife with plots and outright fear. The princess smiled and cooed at Aegon, petting his pretty silver locks. She wanted her progeny to have the same.

She stood from the chair, bored expression morphing into confusion. The hooded figure in front of the princess was familiar— the same body she’d been around since birth. Rhaenyra knew too, mother and daughter exclaiming, “Jacaerys!”

Off came the hood and the girl’s darling brother gazed up, putting on a stern face. The princess asked, “Brother, why are you here? I thought- the North? Our cousins?”

His plump lips twitched, dark eyes searching her own. He knelt to one knee and declared, “I can’t sit back and let my lovely baby sister get whipped away by some old lecher! I want to wed her as our ancestors did. Keep the line pure, us dragonriders are closer to god than men.”

While speaking, the handsome youth kept his gaze directly on the princess. The adults were perplexed. Rhaenyra held an amused look, she had a feeling her two held more than simply sibling affections for one another. Jace watched the girl like a hawk and often got into scraps defending her honor.

Otto hummed, “Aegon is wed to Helaena, I see no reason why not.”

Daemon spat, “Because you want more silver heads to usurp the throne.”

Their voices began to raise as the princess shouted, “Let me speak! This is my choice!” She climbed down to Jace, caressing his lightly stubbles cheek, grinning wildly. The elder fondly looked down, a gloved hand on her shoulder. Rhaenyra would lie later about shedding a tear.

Jace murmured so low just for them both, “I want you, to care and love, to ride our dragons, rule the Seven Kingdoms as Jaehaerys and Alysanne. With honor.”

Tears swam in her eyes. “I love you. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.” Jace pulled her into a hug and Ser Willis, ever knowing of his princess’ wants, shouted, “The betrothal has been secured.” The crowds were half annoyed, the other half cheered. The princess didn’t care, this was all that she wanted. She captured his pretty lips in a kiss, praising the Seven.