#jaceluke has my heart

[greeksorceress]

Last one before bed. This idea is eating my brain:

“One more,” Luke pleads, “one more child, Jace - please. I loathe the idea of our Laenor being alone.”

His brother pauses, full lips pursed slightly.

“Have you considered-“

“I would rather fling myself from the top of the Keep than bare his children,” Luke hisses, before turning upon his brother with a cow-eyed expression, “yours, Jace - the babe has to be yours.”

listen, i have hearts in my eyes right now. the fact that they named the baby laenor!? the fact that lucerys is asking for another one!? my whole heart. i need this in my life, i need this so much! everything that you write has me 🥺🤍 jacaerys obliging tho . . . hihi

[sweetvelaryon]

[jaceluke]

[modern!au]

[smut, murder]

[words : 10637]

[song inspired — CARNIVAL BY ¥$, Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Rich the Kid, Playboi Carti —  Carousel by Melanie Martinez]

[ full oneshot available: Wattpad: @sxarletdevil

book name: LUCERYS VELARYON

ONESHOT NAME: twin flames ]

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Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffery all walked through the carnival, cold air nipping at their pink cheeks. it was a rare occasion to see the Velaryon brothers out and about. Jace had just returned from a long trip in Pentos, while Lucerys ran the long awaited Targaryen and Velaryon business. his mother being CEO of Targaryen Corp and his father Laenor being CEO to Driftmark Enterprises had him busy. Now that Jacaerys was back the work load would be less. Joffery was only seven but pressure was already starting to build in the young boy. it was still undecided if Joffery would take Luke's place as future CEO of Velaryon Enterprises or if he would be moved to Strong Industries. there was no doubt between the brothers each would be a CEO for the rest of their lives.

their parents were on a business trip which it really wasn't. it was more of a visiting trip to their senile grandfather, Viserys. their mother, her wife and three husbands would be gone for the rest of the upcoming week. they took their many siblings trusting Jace and Luke can handle the little work things and care for Joffery. it wasn't the time they had been left alone with their younger brother but it would be the first with the three of them together. Jace kept stealing glances at his lovely brother beside him. the moonlight gave an ethereal shine to his soft, pale skin.

"wanna ride the carousel?" Luke asked joffery as they walked past the ride.

"no! I'm not a child luce." he quickly spoke as he went in line for a rollercoaster.

"aww, but I remember you loving the carousel," Jace teased as they got in line.

"yeah, when I was like four or three," Joffery replied.

"apologies my dear CEO," Luke gave a bow to the young boy hearing Jace laugh beside him. "tell me how you would like you coffee, black or with three creams and sugar?"

joffery rolled his eyes, "ha ha, you know I like my apple juice in the mornings."

the brothers rode rollercoasters, played games winning stuff animals, and eating deep fried Oreos. as they were leaving joffery stopped behind them. Jace and Luke turned to the small boy, confused.

joffery clutched his dragon stuff animal - that he named Tyraxes - his doe eyes looked shinny in the moonlight, "can we ride the carousel?"

Lucerys smiled softly at him before looking to Jacaerys, "of course." the carnival was pretty empty so no one was staring at the odd trio as Jace helped Joffery up on the horse and Luke still a child at heart got on the one beside him. Jace stood in the middle between them, leaning against Luke as the carousel went round and round. it got unspeakably hot between the elder brothers as the both kept stealing glances at one another.

Jace hoped Joffery wouldn't notice. the last thing he needed on his already full plate was his brother blabbing away about how his brothers look at each other with something more than kindness and fondness. on the way back home Luke sat in the front seat, Joffery was sound asleep in the back. soft music played through the speakers of the BMW. Lucerys looked over to Jace seeing he was solely focused on the road. his eyes carefully trailed down his clothing, expensive black trench coat he only wears if it's necessary, the white button up shirt underneath is no doubt Prada. his long curly, brown hair was pulled back in a man bun. his eyes go to his hand on the steering wheel, veiny and strong. the urge to reach and touch his other hand was too alluring. to feel the warmth of his blood and flesh against his soft putty hands. his felt his cheeks warm at the thoughts that fuled his fantasies. he quickly looked away before he noticed. no doubt he probably had already noticed.

when they finally arrived to the lovely mansion, Dragonstone. Lucerys unlocking the front door and picking up the toys that littered the front door. "ugh, egg and vis," he complained.

jacaerys just chuckled as he fixed his hold on his surprisingly heavy brother. "glass of wine?" Luke asked him softly as he was making his way up the stairs.

"wine sounds good," Jace answered.

Lucerys shrugged off his blue coat and hung it up on the hanger before heading into the living room. he continued kicking and pushing toys to the large toy box before turning on the furnace and settling wood in it. the warm fire illuminated the massive living room and heated up the cold house. Luke went to the wine room next door picking his favorite of Westrosi red wine. which conveniently was his mother's and grandmother's favorite. he grabbed two glasses and went back to the living room. Jacaerys had descended downstairs and was hanging his trench coat up.

yep, Prada.

Lucerys placed the glasses on the glass table and popped open the wine. Jace watched him carefully as he poured the red liquid into the cups. the bright red blouse he wore was perfectly shaped to his figure and gave a perfect sight of his breast underneath. the tight, black business pants gave business while the top half gave slutty. the gold eating gave a touch of elegancy and thr ring on his pinky with the Velaryon sigil. he had one exactly like his but his ring was a bit bigger and had the Targaryen sigil. the three dragons that once represented the family Targaryen power. at least that's the stories his mother would tell him. Luke handed him the glass of wine, he reached out and grabbed it letting his fingers touch his brothers. he noticed his brother staring at him before and he now noticed his cheeks flush bright red. Lucerys gave him a smile before sitting down with his own glass of wine. jacaerys watched him take off his Red Bottom heels and toss them to the side.

"those are expensive," Jace commented at his carelessness.

"I can always buy more," he replied bringing the red wine to his lips. the pair stayed quiet as they basked in the warmth of the roaring fire and heat of the red wine melting it's way in their veins.

Lucerys was the first to speak up, "did mother already tell you?"

"tell me what?" Jacaerys looked at him confused.

he scoffed as he sipped his wine, "of course she didn't. a marriage purposely has been made to Hightower Enterprises. more like they made it to us but, our lovely uncle Aemond Targaryen might be my new husband."

Jace tried to hide the complete disappointment and hatred written on his face but it was all there. it was bad enough Aemond was obsessed with Luke after their incident. "how soon?" he asked.

how much time do I have to save you from this shit wedding? don't tell me there's no time. I shouldn't had went on that stupid business trip. fuck. no I refuse to be second to him again.

"a week." Luke answered.

a fucking week. was our lovely mother ever going to tell me?

"how long have you known?" jacaerys asked as he leaned forward to his brother.

"three months," he answered, a pained expression painted in his blue eyes.

I have a week to ruin and save you. I know you don't want to get married. at least not to that psychopath.

"I have something for you," Jace put his glass down and stood up. Luke felt a tinge of disappointment from not getting a declaration of love or a future rescue from his brother. he didn't expect his brother to just ignore it. he drowned the rest of the red wine and poured another glass. Jacaerys finally came back and held his hand to Luke. Lucerys stood up his fingers gently caressing the necklace in his brothers hand. the metal steel felt familiar as if it was from a distance land. his fingers go over the red ruby in the center held by a disk-like steel.

"it's beautiful, Jace," he gushed as he continued to touch the jewelry. his brother snatched it back pulling him out of the trance, "turn around."

god, why do you look so fuckable? Aemond can't have you. so much innocence. so much perfectness.

the fire warmed the living room more as Luke swallowed thickly and turned around. the demand of Jace's cold voice made his body hum in a pleasureable response. his body shuddered as he felt Jace press against him from behind and his breathing gently caressing the back of his neck. he slightly gasped as the cold chain was placed around his neck and clasped onto him. he felt Jace press his hand to the little skin the blouse allowed to be revealed. his hot skin burned with the touch and more so when he felt his brother's lips gently kiss the sensitive skin of his neck. Jace feeling the soft skin of his brother beneath his lips made him drunker then the red wine he hated but knew how much his brother loved. he felt luke lean back to his warmth and ever so softly whimper at the feeling.

"we have a busy week ahead of us. we should get some sleep," Jace spoke up utterly ruining the moment between them.

Lucerys tried to hide the disappointment in his voice as he grabbed his glass of wine, "of course."

Jace hated acting that way to him but it would work out in the end. he hoped.

MONDAY

jacaerys opened his eyes to a pitch black room. it was always like this and that's how he liked it. he didn't want to know if it was 8 a.m. or 3 p.m. the only reason he woke up is because of the music playing downstairs. even in the large mansion everything can be heard. he grabbed his phone and read the time.

7:30 a.m.

he frowned and got up from his bed slipping on his slippers and walking downstairs. he should've grabbed a shirt before leaving the room but he had already decended downstairs to the kitchen. he immediately recognized the song playing HUMBLE by Kendrick Lamar and the rappers Lucerys and Joffery. he leaned against the frame as joffery and Luke both still in pajamas made breakfast. joffery was in a spider man pajamas and Luke in a satin blue robe. he looked over at the table seeing Joffery's backpack and lunch packed.

"I'm sure their aren't other seven year olds listening to Kendrick Lamar at seven in the morning," jacaerys announced.

Lucerys turned to his brother and nearly stopped breathing. his cheeks flushed bright red as he turned away from the godly sight of his brother shirtless.

"joffery get dressed," Luke ushered him off.

the boy ran passed his brother and upstairs to dress. Luke flipped the French toast and poured a cup of coffee for Jace. Jace walked over to him and stood beside the stove.

"black. I assume," Lucerys smiled softly at him, handing the mug.

"you assume correctly," he replied.

Jacaerys watched Luke take the French toast and put more in the pan whilst flipping the sausage links. "what's on the agenda today?" he asked. his purple eyes went to necklace around his neck.

"I'm dropping joffery off at school and I have a meeting at Driftmark Enterprises with the Greyjoys. you have a meeting with the Martells," Luke told him.

Jace frowned, "Martells? I thought they hated us Targaryens."

"maybe they want a change or something. don't fuck it up, per moms request. I have to pick up our suits for Friday's gala. so you pick up Joffery up from soccer practice. what do you want for dinner?" he asked.

"gala Friday? that won't be for mentioning your wedding, will it?" jacaerys asked.

say no. say no. say no.

"it's not. that will be Saturday because the wedding will for short and sweet. like my life." he replied.

knew better / forever boy by Ariana grande started playing. Luke had turned off the stove and put the remaining dishes in the sink. jacaerys reached out, letting his hands slowly caress his hips and waist and turning him around. Luke's cheeks were flushed as he turned to face him. his nipples pebbled through the silk robe. "I have a week to ruin your wedding and I plan to make you mine. I'll win you over rightful so." he told him.

Luke softly giggled at him before Jace pushed his lips to him. Lucerys pulled away and jacaerys was confused. he thought Luke wanted this and clearly he read the room wrong. Lucerys noticed the confusion and laughed again, "I'll kiss you again after you brush your teeth."

Jace rolled his eyes pressed his head down onto lukes shoulder. "are you two done? I want my breakfast," Joffery announced.

"shit we're gonna be late. give Joffery some food I have to dress," Luke ran up the stairs to his room.

Jacaerys turned to grab a plate and fed his brother. "you think you can beat uncle Aemond for Luke's endless love?" joffery asked as Jace put a plate down in front of him and maple syrup.

"what makes you think I can't?" Jace asked him.

"I know Aemond is like not right in the head but Lucerys likes that. he likes the obsessiveness. I noticed it because he does it a lot when your around. he likes to be desired." joffery explained to his older brother.

Jacaerys narrowed his eyes at him, "stop reading fanfiction."

joffery laughed.

Lucerys ran down the stair putting on his YSL heels and grabbing his coat, "Joffery you done? we're late!"

joffery shoved the last bit of french toast and grabbed his stuff. "see you later Jace and don't forget to pick Joffery up after soccer practice!"

Luke and joffery were out the door leaving Jace to the music still playing in the kitchen. walk em like a dog by saucy Santana played. he laughed at himself before eating and getting dressed.

Luke's heels clicked on the marble floor as he entered the building High Tide and made his way to his office. hours passed and he wasn't even focused during the meeting. he played with his pen, the memory of Jace's lips on his echoing.

"Mr Velaryon?" Celine spoke to him.

he snapped out of his thoughts, "sorry I wasn't listening. repeat what you said Dalton."

"uh, well my company would like to settle in with you for investments into the Stepstones. we can very much use the channels there," he explained.

"no." he answered.

"no?" dalton repeated.

"did I studder?" Lucerys snapped at him.

"I don't understand. why not?" he asked.

"we found the Stepstones first and it was my grandfather, Corlys that wished it to stay Velaryon territory. so unfortunately for you and other companies I will not be opening to investing factors to those channels." Luke answered.

"you won't make money that way," dalton retorted.

"it's not always about making money, Mr. Greyjoy," Lucerys replied with a fakest of smiles he could conjure up.

his receptionist, Claire, knocked on his door and poked her head in, "apologies, Mr Velaryon you have a visitor."

Luke clenched his jaw as he closed his folder, "if any other questions call or send an email. don't waste my time next time."

he walked out the room and followed claire to his office. before he went in he held a finger up to her, perfectly manicured and with a gold ring wrapped around the digit, "interrupt another meeting and you're done. that's a second strike."

"it won't happen again sir," she gave a sharp nod before walking off. he opened his door finding his silver haired fiance in his chair with legs propped up on his desk.

"there's my lovely future wife," Aemond smiles at him.

"get your disgusting feet off my desk." he says as he walked past him and to the folders on the edge of the desk.

"oh, my love, is that a way to greet your husband," he says reaching for his hand but Luke had already moved spot.

"you're not my husband yet. what do you want aemond? I'm busy," Luke says still not paying him much attention.

"dinner. tonight." he says putting his feet on the ground and walking towards him.

"I can't. my mom's out on a trip and Jace and I are taking care of Joffery," Lucerys replied.

Aemond stopped his movements as soon as he heard Jace's name. "Jace is back?"

Luke looks up at him, seeing his violet eye was now darker than usual, "he knows of our proposal if that's what your wondering."

"just you, Jace, and Joffery in that big mansion, huh," he says, his fingers digging into the seat in front of him.

"listen, Aemond, thank you for visiting but I have other meetings and things to do." Luke tempted to usher him out.

"when can I stop by and visit?" he asked.

"Aemond for fuck sake I'll be seeing you this weekend for the public announcement and at the Gala Friday. please leave." Lucerys told him again. Aemond reached out and grabbed his hand pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. no more words were exchanged as he left leaving Luke to the silence of his office.

Lucerys slumped in his chair letting a sigh escape his tired body. it was late when he finally got home. he carried three suits over his shoulder as he opened the front door and the sound of pans clattering around echoed in the kitchen.

"I'm home!" he yelled as shut the door behind him.

"luce!" joffery ran in from the kitchen and smacked his body into his.

"oof! okay, okay, calm down I saw you this morning," Luke hugged him back. "here take these upstairs to my room."

joffery ran upstairs with the bag of suits while Luke walked into the kitchen. Jace held his arms out, he wore Laenor's apron which said kiss the cook, a cocky smile on his lips, "I made dinner!"

"please tell me everything is properly cooked and we won't get food poisoning," Luke raised an eyebrow at him as he went to warm pots filled with food.

"I'm not that much of an awful cook," Jace took much offense as Luke mixed the pasta sauce and tasted it.

a satisfied moan left his lips, that moan going straight to Jace's cock, "it's not bad."

"you wanna kiss the cook in real thanks?" Jace asked as he leaned in just a tad bit more to Luke.

"to boost your ego?" Lucerys asked with a toothy smile as he wrapped his arms around him. his heels giving him the perfect height to his brother.

"no, just because I want to kiss you," Jace replied.

Lucerys leaned in and took his brothers lips in his. he tangled his hands in between his curls giving them a slight tug. jace's hands gently rested on his waist before sliding down his ass and giving a gentle slap and squeeze.

"not in front of my food!" joffery screamed causing both of them to quickly pull apart.

Luke's cheeks flushed a deep red as Jace cleared his throat and went back to mixing his food. "your food will be just fine Joff. did you do your homework?"

"how can I after what I just witnessed?" he spoke dramatically.

"quit being such a drama queen," Luke told him as he made the boy sit down and started setting the plates. dinner went by quickly and joffery easily put out to bed.

Jace sat in the family office room running numbers while Lucerys looked over the blueprints for a proper warehouse in the Stepstones. Jacaerys stopped looking at the computer and was just staring at Luke. he admired the hell out of his brother. the way his fingers traced every little detail on blueprints, his pen circling whatever he didn't like or needed to moved, his blue eyes scanned the paper over and over again, he whispered to himself helping himself think, the way his brows were furrowed together to show he was truly concentrating. focus, ambition, and cunning were words to describe the man in front of him. even in black suit pants and white blouse. the necklace from yesterday still sat proudly on his neck.

"are you done or are you going to keep staring?" Luke asked not taking his eyes off the blueprint.

"I like the view," Jacaerys replied.

blue eyes snapped to his and clearly he wasn't in the mood. "I'm off to bed. don't stay up to late. I have an early meeting and you need to take Joffery to school."

"hey, how bout we go to dinner tomorrow? you, me, and Joff?" jacaerys asked as he watched his brother grab his heels off the floor.

"sure you want me to meet you at the restaurant?" Luke asked.

"nah, come home and we'll go together," Jace replied.

"okay, good night."

"good night."

[mondstaub1]

hotd fanfiction idea modern

Jaceluke

When Rhaenyra and Leonor divorce Corlys insists that Lucerys stays with them long term as he is Leanors heir. Rhaenyra refuses and fights it a long time but in the end she gives in and Lucerys is sent to Driftmark. Rhaenyra then moves away to get away from the stress and marries Daemon, which results in her side of the family having little contact with Lucerys. Through a number of unfortunate events the contact cuts of completly. Jace suffers a lot under the sepateration from is beloved younger brother but as young as he is can not do much but watch the tragidy unfold.

Years later after Jacaerys has turned 18 he lays on the sofa in his flat and looks casually through tinder when a picture catches his attention. It has been years but he immidiatly recugnises Lucerys. His brother has changed a lot growing from a small boy with messy hair and baby fat on his cheeks to the single most beautiful being he has ever seen. He resembles their mother and grandmother greatly but the dark hair the sailor clothes he wears make hin even more eye catching. Without realising Jace likes the picture and for just a secund his heart nearly stops but then there is a notification. It's a match! Oh god but he has no time to panic as Luke writes him a short message:

L: Heyy

Jace swallows but writes back:

J: Hi Lucerys

For a few minutes there is no respons and it occures to Jace that his brother doesn't have his full name in his bio

L: Who are you? Where did you learn my name?

Jace takes a deep breath and answeres with trembeling hands

J: Sorry didn't mean to scare you. It's me Jacaerys. I just found your profil and couldn't help myself

Again there was silents for several minutes before the next notification came

L: Jace? My Jace no way. Prove it first. Tell me something only Jacaerys would know

Jace though it over for a moment, trying to pick something from his memory that only the two of them could know about. Which would be easier if they hadn't been seperated so young. Then it clicked

J: When we were little I promised to marry you in the tradition of our house. I always called you "my future Queen" and your ears turned red every time. We even picked the house we would live in. The lake house and the name of our children. I thing we ended up with Baelon for a boy and Aenyra for a girl.

Secunds after he pressed send Luke replied with a phone number. He called as soon as he got the text and Luke picked up on the first ring. "Jace?", his voice sounded wet and broken but Jace was so happy to hear it again it drove tears into his eyes. "Yes it's me baby. Nice to hear your voice again.

[unusual-raccoon]

@greeksorceress, a snippet of my JaceLuke v. Lucemond fic idea where the Blacks won the war:

“Where are the girls?” It is the first question from the king’s mouth upon entering Lucerys chambers.

The queen let’s out an amused hum, his needlework set aside in favor of chastising his husband.

“I believe it is customary to-“

His smile fades quickly upon to turning to face his lord husband, Jacaerys’ expression was startlingly severe. The king’s hand, the Lord Cregan stood behind the king, blustery silver eyes narrowed without an ounce of the mirth Lucerys had learned the wolf of Winterfell discreetly possessed. Luke’s stomach dropped.

“Rhaelle is in the library, Aemma is in the gardens - my love, has something happened?”

When no answered came, Lucerys rose from his seat, hands trembling.

“Jacaerys?”

“They are to remain under guard at all times,” Jace instructed Cregan who marched from room with a nod.

“Jace, what in the seven hells is going on?”

His brother-husband exhaled a sigh, wordlessly apologetic as he extended an arm for Luke to curl into; a gesture he gladly sank into.

“The girls are well,” Jace assured instantly, rubbing a soothing broad palm up and down Luke’s arm, staving off the prickle of gooseflesh. Lucerys exhaled a warbled wet sound, grateful.

“I’ve received a letter,” Jace murmured against the dark spill of Lucerys’ loose curls. The queen sniffled a small snort.

“‘Tis common for kings, is it not?”

Jacaerys didn’t laugh.

“Well, who is it from?” Luke asked, teasing lacquered nails at the right furl of his brother’s fist for the parchment hidden in his grip.

Jace’s jaw tensed.

“Our uncle.”

The fearsome Aemond One-Eye. He shivered.

Lucerys’ blood throbbed cold in his veins.

“Impossible.” He hissed, pulling himself from Jacaerys’ grasp to pace across the floors in slipper-clad feet.

“We always knew his survival was a possibility.” Jace reminded, voice measured, diplomatic.

“Yes, of course - I’ve tolerated his survival on the other side of the Narrow Sea.” Lucerys hissed, a hand tangling anxious knots in his dark curls.

“What does he believe he is entitled to now? What is it he hopes to gain by writing to you?”

His heart plummeted as he considered his husband’s words to their lord hand.

“Has he threatened our children? Jace-“

“Not as of yet, but I wished to have girls protected as precaution. Our uncle has only asked for one thing.”

He blew out a breath, a trembling hand pressed to his lips, chewed raw from his frayed nerves.

His husband paused, dark eyes so very earnest.

“My love,” Jace called, his voice tender, “what happened at Storm’s End?”

The question is so disarming that Lucerys nearly stumbles. He hadn’t thought of that fateful night in…years.

“Aemond has asked about Storm’s End?” Lucerys repeated carefully, sweat sticking to his nape.

“No,” Jace replied, “I am asking about Storm’s End.”

Lucerys felt his throat sting dry and his palms turn slick.

“You have never asked about this before,” Luke murmured, anger withering only to be replaced by dread. They had been but young and courting in secret and madly in love at the outset of their mother’s war of succession. Jacaerys had never pried into the happenings of that night, only relying on the belief that Lucerys would tell him all when he was ready to do so.

“I have not felt the need to until now.” Jace admitted, slouching in the way he is never permitted to while wearing the Old King’s crown.

“I don’t understand, what does Storm’s End have to do with our uncle’s missive?”

Lucerys can feel a knot in throat, tense, a strain to breathe around.

“Does he believe old feuds will put him on the throne?”

“He does not want for my throne,” Jacaerys says, jaw flexing tense.

“What does he want then?”

His husband’s hand coiled tight around the creased parchment, knuckles white.

“You.”

“Aemond has asked for you.”

[unusual-raccoon]

okay, so! the idea i said i needed to run by you? i spent hours doing these edits to explain it better adsgsjd

so i was thinking about modern abo jaceluke (it doesn't have to be tied to any of the aus we've talked about, but it surely can fit somewhere there!) and I thought "to what means would rhaenyra go to stop jacaerys and lucerys' relationship?"

and then i thought that pretty much like in canon, the one to see rhaenyra despairing over something and take a rash decision and fuck it even worse would be daemon. so daemon sees rhaenyra arguing with jaacerys constantly about lucerys and decides to step in. he contacts lady misery, a past lover and the chief redactor of the most notorious gossip twitter and instagram diary, silk diaries, and asks her to post the compromising pictures she must have of jacaerys from his many escapades to the north and make it look like it's happening as of now. for a price, lady misery complies and releases the pictures from a year ago and makes it look like it's happening right now.

jace, who didn't even tell cregan about his drunken make out session with his sister doesn't have any proof to defend himself, and knows his relationship with lucerys is in real danger. that's probably why he sounds so desperate to contact lucerys, because he knows his younger brother is really insecure and that he's been fed lies about jace's hookups by their parents and aemond (who wants to see them break up so bad). it doesn't help the fact that jace knows lucerys knows how many people jace has fucked over the years and that it can probably make sense in lucerys' mind.

lucerys knows his brother and deep in his heart knows that he wouldn't hurt him like that, so jace has to be telling the truth. however, because he's still insecure and hurt, and because lucerys is a little, revengeful shit, and cannot cope with jacaerys thinking he's a child, he hits right where it hurts jace the most ;)

jace comes home the next day and they have angry sex. like, super angry sex. because lucerys is angry at jace for sleeping with girls before him (*rolls eyes*) and jace is so fucking mad lucerys made him fucking grovel and sound "pathetic" over text and cannot stand the idea of lucerys running to aemond (like, that makes him rabid). so they fuck like beasts for hours and hours, break the bed and probably end up with lucerys knocked up 🫢 this all came because i wanted to picture them having hate sex/angry sex without them actually hating each other...

My brilliant talented baby!!!

These edits are insanely well done 🤩. I am in awe. It’s such a great story telling medium.

It’s so funny you went with the supposed cheating angle, because as I was thinking of the modern AU featuring the twins, I had the same thought, wondering what pushed Luke into Aemond’s arms and away from Jace. My mind, much like yours, landed on suspected/fabricated cheating.

Their texts are exactly the kind of argument I’d imagine they would have, particularly with Jace being so desperate to know Luke is okay. Only for the utter heartbreak of seeing him flaunting about with Aemond to sink in like a knife to the heart.

Much like you I think Jace would be rabid upon his return. I think Luke might play really hard to get, might even put up some protests, physically or otherwise.

(Potentially even bordering on some super undernegotiated CNC 🫣)

They’re a mess of bite marks and tears and torn skin and bloodied nails when the deed is done, and Lucerys had made a mantra of the words “I hate you”, yet as they lay on the aftermath (not afterglow - it looks like a fucking crime scene) he mutters, “I hate you…for leaving me.”

Jace, the king of aftercare, would leave once more, albeit briefly, to gather supplies to clean them both up. As he’s wiping Luke down with a warm, damp rag, he’d murmur, “So do I, baby.”

Luke hates the idea of them being on poor terms though, he literally cries over it and Jace hushes him with numerous, tender kisses.

“I know you’d never cheat, I know it,” Luke would babble, clinging to his brother’s shoulders.

“It’s just seeing those pictures, J, it was like something came over me-“

His brother kisses him again, softer, smiling. Grazes the back of his knuckles against the bruised state of his brother’s hips.

“I know the feeling.”

[unusual-raccoon]

Jaceluke where Jace has been in love with Luke all his life, one day he decides to be brave and confess his feelings but Luke rejects him because he never saw Jace that way and he is also engaged to Rhaena. Jace accepts it, but he's heartbroken so he asks his mother's permission to travel through the Seven Kingdoms and then he leaves for a year. When he returns everyone is talking about Prince Jace and his ✨️glow up✨️ and Luke starts to get jealous, especially when he hears his brother talking about *redacted*. Luke begins to realize that he might have feelings for his brother and is ready to talk to Jace and give him a chance after dinner when Jace announces in front of the entire family that he and *redacted* are getting married. Lucerys is in shock and feels like he was stabbed, now he knows he loves Jace too but it's late. It's too late now

(sorry I started the year with sad vibes 😬)

Anon, this ask has been eating my brain for daysss.

Warnings; yearning, pining, rejection, denial of feelings (from both parties), Targaryen blood calling, no happy ending

anon, i hope this is sad enough, ficlet is under the cut 🫶

I don't love you that way, Jace.

Oh, how the words had eaten at him. Every night since the night they had left his lips. Sleep never came without the memory of his brother's resulting flinch, like a beaten hound.

His brother had poured his heart out to him, red and raw. And Lucerys had denied him with a raised chin, unable to even meet his brother's eyes. Duty had always been Jacaerys' concern, while passion had been Luke's. But in that moment, as Luke held his back straight and Jace quietly tried to catch his breath, they wore one another's skin - torn between duty and love.

Jace had left after that, free to tour their mother's kingdom atop Vermax with the Queen's permission.

A tour that had lasted the better part of a year.

A tour that would be at an end before the week was through if the whispering from the courts and the kitchens and every corner of the Keep was to be believed. The Crown Prince of the Realm would soon return home.

A part of his heart yearned. Spurning his brother in his childish zeal to be their mother's perfect son, as Jacaerys was, had left a void in his heart. An unfillable chasm that luncheons in the gardens with his betrothed, nor time upon dragonback with his younger brothers could not cure.

He was inconsolable.

Utterly bereft.

He made trips to the dragonpit each day, hoping and praying in equal parts that his brother might return home to him, that he might mend the rift between them.

He and Rhaena were in the dragonpit, Morning was much too small to ride still, only a year old. But she was magnificent to look at.

"Pink and blue," She tells him, petting a pale frill along the hatchling's slender neck.

"Pardon?" Lucerys asks, too preoccupied with staring at the sky.

"The colors we should have at our wedding," She says, so airily, so ethereal. Something about it pulls him down from the skies, back to reality.

She shrugs, "Black and Red will go to Jace and Baela, obviously," Something about it cut Lucerys deeply, "I think our wedding should be different."

"Blue, because you'll be the Lord of the Tides, after grandfather," She explains, "Pink for Morning," She smiles fondly at the hatchling perched upon her shoulder, rubbing sprouting little onyx horns along Rhaena's cheek, "and pearl," she decides with a widening smile as she stares deep into the dragonpit and eyes of molten gold stare back.

"For Arrax?" Lucerys surmises.

Rhaena nods happily, almost wistful.

"It sounds beautiful," Lucerys says and he meant it, though, somehow, he could not picture himself a lord in blue...

Pink, blue, white - those were not his colors...

He could not picture himself by Rhaena's side, not truly, not as he hoped he could but a year ago, when he was trying to be the picturesque, dutiful betrothed at the cost of his brother, at the cost of-

"Jace?"

"What?" Lucerys stammered.

"There, look," Rhaena gestured, pointing to a dragon approaching. Vermax glowed in shades of jade and emerald with vibrant bronze and orange wing membranes. He was gorgeous and grinning.

The smallfolk delighted at their more colorful dragons, like Morning, Arrax, and Ceraxes, but to Luke, there was nothing more majestic than his brother's seemingly mundane green dragon.

"We should tell the Queen. She'll be delighted by his return."

He had waited a year for this moment.

"I- yes, of course."

. . .

He could hear the serving girls gushing about how handsome Jacaerys was. The household guard made mention of the strapping man his elder brother had grown into. Even members of mother's small council whispered about the worthy heir that had returned home.

When the doors to the throne room opened, Lucerys saw only a man...

He tilts his head, hoping he might see the brother he knows, his Jace. The man bears long dark curls that fall just short of his collar and dark eyes that gleam amethyst when he is close enough, and Mother's nose...

Mother seems herself restored. She smiles wider than he has seen in the past year. She is beaming.

"Welcome home, my son."

The man nods, "Thank you, your grace."

Their eyes meet but once in the throne room, and for a moment, the strapping man is humbled, and Lucerys sees the kicked hound once more.

And Lucerys' heart clenches.

His words haunt him still.

I don't love you that way, Jace.

Oh, but he did, he knew that now. He loved his brother so.

Only after the attending nobles bear witness to the return of the beloved Crown Prince, and just their family remains, that mother descends from her throne. Her long gown of embroidered black and red with sewn flames of gold drags against the winding stairs of her throne. She says nothing for a moment as her eldest son looms over her, then with a cry, she leaps into Jacaerys' arms. He holds her, laughing as Mother cries, her hands clinging to his broad back, her feet hanging above the ground where his arms have secured around her softened waist.

"Look at you," She murmurs, small white hands holding Jacaerys' handsome face. Jacaerys had always been so handsome. It had angered Lucerys when they were children. It angered him for other reasons as they had grown older, when that handsome face was what he yearned for, even when he knew he shouldn't. With mother's perfect aquiline nose, full lips, and a square jaw - he was every maiden's dream.

"A feast," mother said, brushing stray curls behind Jacaerys' ear, "we should have a feast to commemorate your return."

A feast would be perfect. A feast would take time to prepare. Time Lucerys needed.

. . .

"Brother!" Lucerys calls down the corridor.

Jacaerys' dark head turns, curls bouncing.

"Brother," he purrs in return.

His eyes do not flee like a beaten hound this time.

Chambermaid burns scarlet when she brushes past Jacaerys in the corridor, a bundle of linens in her arms and a meek 'begging your pardon, my prince' on her lips.

Lucerys' hands tense into fists at his sides briefly before his anger abates.

"Are you very busy...I-I was hoping we could talk."

His brother squints down at him, brow knitted in a way that makes him look like someone he shouldn't - like a knight from their youth.

"What about?"

About you, he thinks, about us.

"I-I fear I was unkind to you when last we spoke..."

His heart lurches into his throat.

A heavy hand lands on his shoulder.

It feels solid, tangible, warm - he never wants Jacaerys to stop touching him.

"Brother," Jacaerys sighs, "my journey has been long," Lucerys nods, "arduous, even - now that I've returned home I mean only to bathe, sleep, and eat. I can hardly remember when last I slept not on dragonback, let alone what words you spoke to me a year ago."

Now, it is Lucerys that flinches.

You told me you loved me, he longs to say, you told me you couldn't stomach another moment without me in your arms...

"Now," Jacaerys says, his smile charming and amiable, "I have matters, to attend to? I'll see you at supper."

He sees it then, peeking between corridors, the flash of white curls. Baela, he recognizes nauseously.

"Of course," Luke murmurs, his insides feel hulled - hollowed out with something curved and sharp.

Matters, Lucerys thinks in agonized realization as Jacaerys walks down the corridor.

Jacaerys would tend to tend to her as any dutiful husband would, they are not yet wed, but he would do it regardless because it is right, it is expected, it is proper.

I was born for you, Lucerys thinks spitefully, tears gathering in his eyes, you should be tending to me.

I don't love you that way, Jace.

Gods damn the fool he had been.

Gone was the brother with the open heart. Gone were the words Jacaerys had spoken only for him. It was much too late for matters of the year past.

They lived in different worlds now, he and his brother.

And Lucerys feared they might never meet again.

[greeksorceress]

This idea is in my head constantly and I meant to send it to you like 3 days ago, but JaceLuke as the Uhtred x Ragnar dynamic in TLK. particularly in ep 2.04 when Kjartan is killed.

The visceral howling, “YES” while Jace caves Aemond’s face in.

Imagining Luke staring at his big brother, twirling his hair with big ol’ heart eyes, while Jace is covered in blood still shaking with adrenaline after killing their uncle and avenging their mother.

Luke: I’ve never seen you fight like that before 🥰😩🥵

hello sweetheart! i can't believe i missed this god's sent meal! oh gosh! this is insanely good! omfg shaking as i read this! 🥺

jace making justice by his own hand, carving aemond's face while his brother watches it's such a delicious treat! i bet jacaerys would make it hurt as much as possible on purpose, like, that man has enough skills to know how to make clean cuts, but he's not looking for that. he wants the screams, and the blood and the sweet taste of revenge. he's practically a wolf, devouring his victim and howling in satisfaction.

and then there's lucerys, who should be more terrified of the scene than what he actually is, but cannot think of anything else but squeezing his thighs really tight and play with his own hair, waiting for jace to turns to him and give him his attention! 🤍🧸

[unusual-raccoon]

Wolves at the Door | by Unusual_Raccoon (JaceLuke)

@greeksorceress @livinginafantasysposts @theartificialintellect @lita-the-sissy

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dark Jacaerys Velaryon, Politically Savvy Jacaerys Velaryon, Possessive Jacaerys Velaryon, Jealous Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Codependency, Manipulation, Unhealthy Relationships, Dom/sub Undertones, Disturbing Themes, Breathplay, Implied/ Referenced Blow Jobs, Oral Fixation, Ball Sucking, Come Swallowing, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary:

*Connected to The Benefit of Losing, Calm Before the Storm, & Higher Than Honor*

“Prince Lucerys,” the Lord greets, his voice deep and commanding, “Welcome to Winterfell. Forgive my absence, I-”

Another set of footsteps echoes against the stone and they are all he can hear, even as Lord Stark continues to speak; his words fall upon deaf ears. Lucerys knows those footsteps, the cadence more familiar than the beat of his own heart, he had chased after those footsteps his entire life…

He would follow it to the grave if needs must.

“Brother”

WC: 2,9K

Ao3 Link

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Within a few short days of being hosted by Lady Jeyne Arryn, Lucerys tires of the Vale.

During his stay in the Eyrie, Lucerys informs the Queen of their gained allies in the Vale. He receives letters from his mother in turn informing him that Jacaerys had secured the support of Sisterton and White Harbor and had arrived safely in Winterfell, where he negotiated with Lord Stark.

The Lady of the Vale invites him to stay as long as he needs, though Lucerys only remains in her care for three days and three nights before departing upon the fourth morning.

Lady Jeyne and her companion, the Lady Jessamyn Redfort, who had joined them upon the second day of Lucerys’ stay, bid the prince farewell and safe passage.

And he flies North…

He imagined it would take longer to arrive, but Arrax is swift and he does not dawdle in his journey.

Luke’s eyes water fiercely in the brisk cold, but he is warmed yet by the knowledge that every moment he spends on dragonback brings him that much closer to his brother. To his Jace.

Winterfell is a sprawling complex - a huge and foreboding structure of icy gray granite.

“Naejot” Lucerys commands, leaning forward in his saddle, hands firm upon the reins as Arrax drops like a thrown spear towards the snow-dusted ground.

He beats his pearlescent wings to slow their descent, allowing his young dragon to land like a hawk, upon agile feet. Luke strokes fondly at his dragon’s neck when they land.

“State your business,” A guard demands before Luke can unfasten the chains holding him to his saddle.

Arrax warbles a curious sound, snout sniffing the air when a dark shadow passes over them and a leathery cry bellows through the clouds.

Lucerys tilts his head up, skin tingling.

Half of a dead elk splatters to the ground from between Vermax’s smiling jaws. Luke watches with a rapt fascination as his brother’s large green dragon lands, the ground trembles, the other half of his meal still hangs mangled between his teeth.

Arrax shrieks in delight.

The pale-faced guards seem to gather his business quickly then.

He is escorted through various courtyards and beyond indistinguishable buildings.

Tall doors of oak and iron are parted for him and his arrival is heralded to an almost empty great hall, much to the horror of the guard.

There is a massive stone seat with snarling large wolf heads chiseled into it. The sight makes Lucerys grimace.

The banners of great houses line the walls.

It is warmer inside than he imagined.

A serving girl flits in his periphery.

“Lord Stark will arrive shortly,” She informs the guard and Luke thanks her upon reflex.

“No doubt the news of another dragon landing before the keep has reached his ears.”

She offers a soft smile.

Another, he thinks. Luke’s pulse quickens.

He does not wait for very long before he hears the thunder of approaching footsteps upon the stone floors.

The man that stalks into the great hall is strapping and broad and tall. The young lord possessed a rather self-serious expression, all compounded by his somewhat frightening appearance, bearded and brooding. His eyes are reminiscent of a winter’s storm, when Lucerys meets them, a shiver cuts through him.

“Prince Lucerys,” the Lord greets, his voice deep and commanding, “Welcome to Winterfell. Forgive my absence, I-”

Another set of footsteps echoes against the stone and they are all he can hear, even as Lord Stark continues to speak; his words fall upon deaf ears. Lucerys knows those footsteps, the cadence more familiar than the beat of his own heart, he had chased after those footsteps his entire life…

He would follow it to the grave if needs must.

“Brother” Jacaerys exhales as he steps through the open mouth of a corridor, firelight catching his sugar sweet eyes. War loomed ever closer as they rallied their mother’s loyalists and yet all felt right in the world.

It has been three days and yet Lucerys feels like it has been years, languishing in his brother’s absence. Wasting away. Bits of himself sloughing off like flesh from a corpse.

Jace is hale and hearty and Luke wants to weep with joy, he wants to laugh in triumph at every horror that had chased him from sleep over the past few nights. Jacaerys is alive and well and smiling; his heart sings.

He nearly sprints across the hall and leaps into his brother’s arms. Nearly binds himself to Jacaerys like a barnacle to a ship’s hull. Nearly melts to his knees.

There is a lift to Jacaerys’ brow that steadies him, a brief look that says ‘wait’. 

He wishes to weep at the unending cruelty of the wordless command. He had waited for days, masturbated furiously for days and yet he is still tormented by this incurable illness…this love.

And Jace wants him to wait even longer.

Lucerys obeys his brother’s command.

There is more conversation to be had, simply not by Lucerys. His head feels stuffed with cotton as he watches his brother make nice with the wolfman, devoid of any thought but: want, want, want. He keeps an insipid, amiable smile on his lips as he stares at his brother in a daze. He feels sane once more.

“Sara,” Lord Cregan calls and the serving girl’s head perks up quickly, “Please show Prince Lucerys to the guest chambers where he will be staying.”

If Cregan’s eyes are a winter’s storm, the serving girl, Sara, has eyes as silver as freshly fallen snow. Similarly cold and unnerving, but oddly beautiful. It must be a common feature in northerners.

“At once Lord Stark,” She says dutifully.

Luke is led away, though his feet only move when Jace walks with him.

As they move through warm halls of granite and wood, he shivers at the discreet brush of a hand against his. The brief flick of a finger between his own. A blunt nail catches at the tender webbing of skin. His body burns.

They arrive at chambers with a large fur-lined bed and roaring hearth. The space is so warm, Lucerys feels dizzy. He licks his teeth, itches for the brush of a finger again. 

The serving girl is speaking, but he isn’t listening. His spine throbs when he hears his brother laugh. Gods, that sounded nice, oozed sticky sweet like honey over his brain.

He wished to dine on the sounds his brother could make. To subsist on them alone.

But then his vision clears and he notices something. Jace is smiling…at her. That serving girl. He thinks of the girl from the Vale, the plain-faced thing from the kitchens that giggled and fawned over Jacaerys in passing.

Except this girl isn’t plain. She is a beauty. Her eyes are freshly fallen snow. Her hair dark as a raven’s feathers, stark against her pale skin. And when Jace smiles, she smiles back.

You were gone too long, you were gone too long, Jace’s voice in his head taunts. Luke’s temples throb. His blood screams.

Days, why had he waited days? Why had he waited at all?

He should’ve fought Jace harder, he should’ve-

He envisions melting the frigid fucking North. An ocean’s worth of water to drown her in…

She smiles that vapid smile and Luke nearly lunges at her, sword drawn. He squeezes hard at the flared fishtail pommel until his fingers ache.

The door to his chambers closes and being faced with his brother’s handsome face is an agony. Jace’s grin is Vermax’s. He wants that smile to eat him. A hand brushes his shoulder and Luke jumps.

“Do you fancy her?”

The words do not connect until Jace’s grip tightens and pain blossoms across his skin.

“What?” Luke balks at his brother, tongue feeling fat, inarticulate in his mouth.

“Sara?” His brother asks, wrath lurched - why did he know her name? “The girl,” Jace motions, grip loosening - the lack of touch, however brief, feels like losing him.

Hurt me, he begs in the safety of his mind.

“Do you fancy her?” Jace asks a second time, slowly, as though Lucerys were dumb or deaf.

“I fancy killing her,” He says without thinking, no midpoint to be found between the hate in his skull and the passage of his lips. The admission leaves his mouth sandy and dry. His palms are slick.

He blinks and sees the jagged expanse of his brother’s smile, it is Vermax’s smile and yet Lucerys envisions himself as the elk between his teeth. Something to be consumed. His knees weaken.

“I-”

“You wish to kill her?” Jace echoes and Lucerys nearly flinches for the words feel far too close to chastisement.

“No,” Lucerys lies, guilt swims molten in his stomach, nausea tickles his throat.

Make me sick, he thinks, we would both be happy if you make me sick.

His brother’s smile fades instantly, cruel fingers take hold of his face, jostles him like a miscreant in need of punishment. Jacaerys’ nostrils flare, his breath is hot, Lucerys longs for the brand of ownership the lingering violet sting of his brother’s touch will leave upon his skin. He swallows thickly, the power of Vermax’s roar pulses at the base of his skull.

“What have I told you of telling the truth?” Jacaerys asks sharply and Luke wishes to dangle from his brother’s fingers, a lifeless thing, a hanged man.

“T-that you would never use it against me…” Lucerys recites, pleased for the way his earnest response softens the anger in his brother’s eyes.

“Hm,” Jace hums in agreement, giving Luke’s head another shake, reorienting him; his jaw aches. There is pride in the blackness of his brother’s eyes.

“I’ll ask again: do you wish to kill her?”

“Yes,” he answers in a whisper, unabashed.

Jacaerys’ touch softens, fingers soothe over tender skin beginning to swell with fresh bruising.

“Why?” His brother asks, with a look that Luke knows - it is almost sympathetic.

A thumb perches upon the soft swell of Lucerys’ lower lip, his throat bobs. He can feel his good sense drip from his skull. How was he to think with Jace’s thumb on his lips?

“I don’t know,” he mumbles.

“Yes, you do,” Jace tells him and if his brother knows it to be true, then it must be true.

“I-” Lucerys pauses, wetting his lips, tongue catching upon the roughened skin of Jacaerys’ thumb, heat sparks in his stomach, “it is foolish.”

“Of that I have no doubt”

Luke whines, ears stinging hot with humiliation, he writhes in discomfort; a hooked trout suffocating, lips blathering, gills straining.

“Tell me,” His brother bade, a smug sort of amusement plain upon his handsome face.

“She…she appears rather fond of you.”

His cheeks catch fire, stinging with envy.

“She smiled at you.”

When Jace smiles it is a ravenous thing.

He is shoved abruptly, he yelps. Throat cinched shut, the impulse to apologize is quick to his lips. Fattened, useless lips that serve no purpose than to part for his brother’s cock.

His panic and delight froths white-hot when coarse fur scratches the sweat-slick skin of his nape. Lucerys is crushed beneath the press of his brother’s weight, pressed to his bed so suddenly he can hardly make sense of where he is.

He is in the North. He is with Jace. Under Jace. He is where he belongs.

Jace’s palm fits around his throat.

His brother’s breath washes warm over his skin.

A knee presses between splayed thighs; desire blisters his body.

Jace squeezes until Luke aches for oxygen, his head throbs and his chest burns. His brother takes and takes and takes.

When Lucerys feels his consciousness begin to wane with the tug of bittersweet blackness blurring his vision, the snarl of the hearth in his ears, Arrax’s delight shriek bouncing around his skull, the fleeting brush of warmth against his lips draws him back with a gasp.

Jace was kissing him.

His brother’s grip loosens and his cheeks flush hot with the blood that pulses to his emaciated brain and his lungs swell to the point of pain at the flood of oxygen that is nearly too much…

He presses back with clumsy, desperate lips.

He craves his brother’s affection more ardently than the need to breathe. Always, always.

Jace’s tongue flicks against the seam of his mouth.

“Oh” Luke murmurs, sweat gathering at his temples.

His brother smiles down at him and it is warmth incarnate. Lucerys wants to strip away his clothing, strip away his skin.

“You’re not angry with me?” he asks in his smallest voice, mouth opening when Jace dipped his head down to taste it again.

Luke’s toes curl.

“No,” Jace breathes into his mouth, “‘M not angry with you.”

“Oh,” Luke giggles, dizzy with relief, excited.

He squirms under his brother’s body, lathes kisses upon his chin and lips.

“Do you want my mouth?” Lucerys asks and his brother rumbles a mangled sound, torn between a laugh and a groan against his dark curls.

“Do you want me to want your mouth, brother?” Jacaerys counters with a coy slant of his lips that he wishes to kiss.

“Yes” Luke answers swiftly.

He feels the cage of his brother’s arm tighten around him, it robs him of breath and sanity.

“I have missed you, Luke.” And perhaps that is enough to make his mouth water. He prays, body supine to his deity made flesh, yearns for further benevolence in the form of wanting lips upon his.

He spends his evening between his brother’s parted thighs, head bobbing, lips plumped and wet with viscous, messy saliva. Thick dregs of it drip from his chin and darken the fresh linens. Jacaerys sat back against the bed’s headboard, Lucerys’ chin rested briefly upon his knee.

Luke rubs his fattened tongue over the roof of his mouth, savoring the salt-scorched state of his palate. He suckles at the flushed tip of his brother’s cock, moans at the sticky briny spill that aches his strained jaws.

Lucerys dips his head lower, lathes swollen lips over the heft of his brother’s balls. The darts his tongue over flesh tastes the musk of sweat. He slurps a testicle into the warmth of his mouth, kicking his feet happily as Jace’s cock gives an inspired twitch against Lucerys’ face.

“You have emptied them,” Jace hums, voice hoarse, fingers in Lucerys’ hair as he nuzzles his brother’s balls.

“Glutton,” Jacaerys adds with a flick to Luke’s ear.

He giggles in return, tastes acid in his throat.

Lucerys does not giggle when he hears a knock upon the door. He frowns and bats his lashes at his brother until Jacaerys pulls on trousers to match his unlaced tunic.

He strides upon bare feet to their oaken door.

“Oh-” Luke hears the serving girl, Sara, speak, “Apologies, my prince. I- Lord Cregan, did not wish to disturb your reunion with the young prince Lucerys and merely asked that supper be brought to you both-”

“Please thank your lord for his generosity.”

There is an inflection in his brother’s voice that Lucerys cannot place.

“Of course.” The girl replies, her steps echo upon the stone floors, growing more and more distant.

Jace enters Lucerys’ chambers, a covered platter containing their supper balanced in one hand.

“You should eat,” Jace hums as he rejoins Luke upon the bed, much to the young prince’s delight.

“I am not hungry,” Luke claims with a self-important tilt of his chin. Jacaerys laughs and it is nourishment enough.

Jace flicks his ear, smiles as he plucks a bit of pork smothered in a fragrant gravy between his fingers.

“Glutton” He chastises lovingly.

Jacaerys never does wander back to his own chambers. And when Lucerys drifts off to sleep, his mind is blissfully empty, head tucked against his brother’s shoulder. Their fingers laced just as they did when they were young…

Distantly, Luke is certain he can hear the mingled song of their dragons.

He rubs a hand over his sour stomach and smiles.

_

Sara attempts to will away the tremble from her fingers, navigating the halls to a keep she had never been allowed to call her home… until now.

She lingers before the lord’s chambers, raps a closed fist against the solid oak framed in the wrought iron images of wolves.

“Enter” She hears Cregan’s deep voice beckon.

The young wolf of Winterfell resides inside, seated in a stiff chair before the hearth.

“How are our guests?” He questions without averting his gaze from the fire as Sara gathers the remains of his own scavenged supper from his desk.

“Well,” She answers quietly at first, a smile spreads slowly upon her lips, “The prince Jacaerys expressed his gratitude for your…consideration.”

“I thought he might,” Cregan answered, something akin to fondness in his voice.

Sara wets her lips, gathers his plates and untouched goblet of strongwine.

“Is there anything else you should require of me, my lord?”

His chair groans, wood well-worn. Heat lashes down her nape. Rivulets of wine slosh over pale knuckles and she swallows a curse.

Sara lifts her gaze and finds herself pinned beneath fire-wreathed silver eyes so very like her own. Her core tightens.

“No,” He answers, honor-bound, dutiful Cregan. But his eyes speak the truth, the truth their young royal guests could commiserate in. There was no love like that of a brother.

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A/N: If you saw the end and didn't approve of the POV change - no you didn't.

[greeksorceress]

Meant to send this yesterday for the JaceLuke Agenda✨

Also,

Have a great day love 💕

WHY DIDN'T I SEE THIS BEFORE? I AM SCREAMING. I WOULD'VE LOVED THIS TOO. we were robbed, i'm telling you. now my heart yearns for a scene that isn't there. i just hope season two has flashbacks gashjgdshja i love you alex, hope you're having a great day 🤍🧸