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If The Sun Ever Rises | Chapter 2

Chapter 2 | Make Me Feel Alive

SUMMARY | After narrowly escaping the Battle Above God’s Eye, Prince Aemond is now a hidden fugitive within the very kingdom he once ruled. Driven by vengeance, he plans to usurp Aegon III and avenge his family. His rage-blinded path to the throne begins with getting rid of Cregan Stark and the men who support his nephew’s rule. Having nothing to lose, he recklessly kidnaps the Northerner’s betrothed - his own niece - hoping to lure him and his men out to fight.

Soon, Aemond finds that memories of a first love are strong, and that he cannot steel his heart against the woman he has loved all his life.

WARNINGS | 18+; Smut; Canon Divergence - Aemond lives (but barely); Violence; Stockholm Syndrome; Mental and Physical Trauma; Angst; Canon Incest; Manipulation; No Happy Endings In This House YAY; Slow burn, I think.

WORD COUNT | 3k

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As she gradually stirred from unconsciousness, each blink felt like a laborious effort, coaxing her weary mind back to reality. The darkness of the cave enveloped her like a thick cloak, its cool embrace seeping into her bones as she gradually became aware of her surroundings.

With a soft groan, she shifted her weight, the coarse texture of the cave floor biting into her skin. Every movement sent tendrils of discomfort coursing through her body, a reminder of what she’d done. The scent of damp earth and ancient stone hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint echo of her own ragged, tired breaths.

Summoning her strength, she pushed herself upright, muscles protesting against the effort. A shiver raced down her spine as she wrapped her arms around herself, seeking solace in her sadness.

Her gaze swept across the dimly lit cavern, taking in every possible indicator of human habitation. A tattered sheet lay crumpled at her feet - it had been wrapped around her, she’d felt it. She put it back around her, the threadbare fabric offering little protection against the chill that permeated the air. Her torn shift didn’t help as she closed her eyes, shielding herself against the small sliver of sunlight that let itself inside. The soft murmur of the nearby river provided a constant backdrop, its soothing rhythm echoing through the cavernous space.

Memories come back to her in spades, moments suspended in time. Every instance she can bring herself to remember is painted in hues of sapphire blue.

Aemond.

She’d thought him dead in war, but he was alive. And despite her valiant effort, so was she.

She dragged herself out of the cave, each step a battle against exhaustion. The sunlight outside was blinding at first, but she welcomed its warmth after the cold darkness of the cave. Stepping outside, she found herself engulfed by the dense foliage of the jungle. Towering trees loomed overhead, their branches reaching out like fingers towards the sky. The earthy scent of damp soil mingled with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers, creating a heady aroma that enveloped her senses. As her weary eyes caught sight of the river's glimmering surface through the dense forest, a surge of relief washed over her.

Reaching the river, she slumped down at the bank, letting her legs dangle into the chilly water. It felt refreshing against her skin, washing away the grime and sweat of her ordeal. Looking into the river, she saw her reflection staring back at her, her lip swollen and bleeding, dried blood streaking her forehead and cheek. With a grimace, she dipped her hands into the water, using it to clean the cuts and bruises on her face. It stung, but she gritted her teeth and soldiered through it, determined to rid herself of any signs of weakness.

When she finished, she allowed herself to drink, pause and simply exist in the comfort of nature’s embrace. The sounds of the forest surrounded her in all its quiet glory. As she sat there, trying to gather her thoughts, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and she scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of danger. But all she could hear was the gentle rustle of the wind through the trees and the soft babbling of the river. Despite her unease, she forced herself to relax, leaning back against the bank and closing her eyes.

When she opened them back, she looked into the water once more. Only this time, hers was not the only face she saw.

Despite her tiredness, she could not help the rise he evokes in her, right from the pits of her heart. His arrogant smirk was a clear image in the water, and she ran a hand through the river - fingers meeting the reflection of his eye, ripples breaking the watery portrait of him.

His voice was calm yet menacing; predatory yet productive. His face was as unreadable as stone, and she gulped. He had always been hard for her to decipher, but she remembered a time when he’d let her see, let her in.

“You’re awake, mandianna.”

Her future home was too cold for her liking.

She stood clueless and yearning for answers in the quiet of the Godswood, where the ancient Heart Tree stood tall and watchful. The cold of the North gnawed at her bones, a constant reminder of the distance between the warmth of her homeland and the icy lands of Winterfell she now found herself in. But amidst her unease, there was a curiosity that drew her to the sacred tree, its red leaves whispering mystic secrets that she was intrigued by.

As she sat beneath its branches, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the familiarity of her family and the comfort of her own chambers. She felt like an outsider, here in the Godswood where a Lady of Winterfell would be expected to feel at home.

She wondered if this will ever feel like home. Given the war being waged, she wondered if she’ll even make it that far.

Luke did not. Sweet, mischievous Luke had died, and she has only now managed to learn to hold her tears.

Aemond loves her. She refused to believe that he’d do such a thing.

But he did. He did, he did, he did. And Luke…

If she closed her eyes, she could imagine his playful smirk. He’d taunt her into being a little less than perfect and join in the fun that the boys would get into. It would make her so happy…

Why did he do it?

Her Gods gave her no answer, only leaving her with tears, a heavy heart and the foreign comfort of the Heart Tree. She hoped the Old Gods may provide her answers. Lost in her thoughts, she was startled by the sound of footsteps approaching. Looking up, she saw Cregan Stark, her betrothed, standing before her. His presence was unexpected, and she felt a surge of nervousness at the thought of speaking with him - she’d never spoken to him alone after Jace left her here.

"I can leave if you wish." Cregan offered, his tone gentle yet tinged with a hint of sadness. "No, please… Stay," she replied, her voice soft but determined. Despite her reservations, she couldn't bring herself to chase him away. He was the Lord of this land, and soon to be her husband. It wouldn't do to alienate him, it was highly improper.

It was also improper to imagine a man with spun-silver hair and a sapphire eye when he killed her brother…

Cregan settled himself on a nearby stone bench, his gaze fixed on her with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "You seem troubled, Princess," he observed, his words carrying a weight, a certain authority that she couldn't ignore. His eyes held the weight of the world - unlike Aemond’s, whose functional eye held an arrogance that he alone knew how to wear well.

“There’s only so long you can go without being worried and helpless while members of your family die in war, my lord.” His voice gentle yet firm, Cregan said, "Aye, war brings uncertainties and fears we'd rather not confront. That much is true."

She looked up at him, grateful for his understanding, a sense of familiarity growing over her. "But it's not just the war," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’m… so far away from everything I've ever known. My family, my home... it’s distant. Foreign.” She wrapped her arms tighter around herself. “Cold."

When she looked, it was obvious to her what was different about Cregan and him. His eyes were unabashedly kind, calm and true whereas Aemond’s gaze lit a fire in her heart that fazed her to no end. "You're anything but helpless, Princess," he said firmly. "Our match will bring strength and stability to both our houses, and it will bear fruit to bolster the success of your mother, the rightful queen.”

She sighs, his words doing enough to quell her for the time being. “I’m sorry, my lord-”

“No need to apologize." he said gently. "Your burdens are heavy, and it's only natural to get lost in them from time to time."

She felt a warmth tingling in her chest at his words followed by guilt gnawing at her bones. Wasn't she betraying Aemond by finding solace in another's presence? But then, her thoughts turned to her brother, Luke, and the pain of his loss washed over her anew.

Aemond had killed him, torn him away from her and her family. How could she explain her possibly misguided loyalty to a man who had brought her such pain? She would not wait for a man who was out for her mother's blood, her brother's blood - and in consequence, her own.

Cregan Stark gave her the most sincere smile she’d seen in a long time.

She smiled back. It was easy and simple, nothing like he ever was. All that she needed in a time like this.

Yes, she could love him.

“You’re awake, mandianna.”

She wanted to get up and run. She wanted to make him pay for bringing her this far. She wanted to do much and more, but she couldn’t even bring herself to lift a finger - the fall and the subsequent recovery had taken her for all that she was.

He doesn’t move an inch, staying unforgiving as his eye bore into her own in her watery reflection. He’s not wearing the black leather jerkin she’d seen him wearing when he’d brought her here - right now, he was in a tattered white shirt and the same trousers from before. She noticed the leathers hanging off a branch nearby, presumably left to air out.

Far from being the royal prince he used to be, but some habits never changed.

The right course of action would be to try to escape again, but she knew how fruitless it would be to do so. She was unarmed, tired and hurt. Even at full strength, she would be no match for the dangers that he, or the forest held. She needed rest to try; she needed to recuperate.

But how long can she afford to stay? She didn’t know what his plan was, and she most certainly didn’t want to put a foot wrong. If Aemond had managed to stay alive and plan this far, it was not without support - she wasn’t foolish enough to believe that he was doing any of this on his own.

But who? Who would support him in a time after war when her brother comfortably sat the throne? When the Warden of the North had been steadfastly dedicated to ensuring his safety?

Before she could think any further, her head started to spin and she let it fall into her hands as she waited for the pain to subside. He finally moved from where he stood, sat beside her and opened his hand to reveal bits of what looked like wood.

“Willow bark, for the pain. It helps.”

She looked at it with all the doubt she could muster up in her weak state, but remembered her lessons well enough. Maesters often encouraged chewing willow bark for pain relief - this much she knew.

She took a piece and popped it into her mouth, the feeling of it being rather unpleasant, tough and gritty to bite. It was too strong for her, and she wished that she could have it in a tea instead - but her head cleared quickly and she forgot the bitter taste.

With both their feet in the water, she let herself calm down as she plotted her next steps. “How long?”

“Four days.” That explained why she felt too tired. Prolonged days-long rest always had a knack of making people want more, especially in the case of injuries.

She kept chewing the bark, some of it getting stuck in her teeth. The uncomfortableness of it made her wince, and she looked up at the hill behind them - the very one that she chose to fall off of. With a damning sense of defeat, she realized that the fall couldn’t have been too steep - given how deep the waters of the river were, it was very likely that she never threw herself in deep enough to cause any damage apart from unconsciousness.

How stupid had she been in her bid to escape him? How little had she considered?

“It was brave of you to try, niece. Didn’t think you were bold enough to die for a cause, no matter how unfruitful your attempt was.” Arrogance, something else that hadn’t ever changed.

"Bravery, or perhaps foolishness," she murmured, the bitterness of defeat and willowbark still lingering in her voice and breath. "Either way, it seems I am destined to linger in this world a while longer."

Aemond regarded her with a mixture of scrutiny and something else that she couldn't quite decipher. "Destiny has a peculiar way of dictating our paths, doesn't it? The fires…" he stopped himself before he could say more, his tone tinged with a hint of resignation as he diverted from the subject. "Yet here we are, both still clinging to life despite a war and your best efforts to the contrary."

She had nothing to say to him and his tired words, where he gave her everything yet nothing at the same time. He sensed her worn out silence too, eventually standing up and giving her his hand. She looked up at him, his expressions held black and giving her absolutely nothing to think about. She was afraid, but somehow, she knew that if he wanted to hurt her, it wouldn’t be anytime soon. It would give her enough time to keep trying, no matter how many times it took.

“Come.”

She took his hand and walked along with as much strength as she could, slow steps that he was only happy to let her take. When her hold became weak, he took to holding her wrist tight as he guided them. She closed her eyes for just a moment, remembering against her will how he used to lead her through passageways in the Red Keep, spending many a night with her that she would never forget.

The smell of food cooking filled her nostrils as she kept walking forward, and her hurt, recovering body called for it like nothing else. She opened her eyes and quickly clocked that they had come behind the cave that she’d slept in, the riverbank faintly visible from where she stood.

Aemond turned around, letting go of her grasp as he held her by the jaw, lifting her head up to meet his eye. He looked at her properly, almost as though he wanted to memorize every inch of her before he let her go. He put the back of her hand gently onto her forehead, checking for a fever.

What does he want from her? If he wanted to kill Cregan and Aegon by drawing them out, what would he do to her?

“You need to eat.”

A wooden ladle sat in a pot of boiling soup, made to hang over a bunch of wooden logs. He poured some into leaves that were fashioned into makeshift bowls, some of the soup dripping from the holes in the cups. She drank, and almost immediately, the warmth of the soup made her skin tingle from how good it made her feel to eat again. The soup was watery and bland, but she found no reason to complain.

The jungle air hung heavy with humidity, the distant calls of unseen creatures echoing through the dense foliage. As she sat on a fallen log beside the makeshift fire, the flickering flames cast dancing shadows across the rugged terrain. The river nearby murmured softly, a soothing backdrop to the otherwise tense atmosphere.

Aemond busied himself with sharpening his shortsword, the rhythmic scraping of the whetstone against the blade filling the air. His movements were precise, methodical, a stark contrast to the chaos that seemed to surround them. She watched him in silence, her thoughts drifting to a time long past, when their lives were simpler, before the weight of duty and destiny had pulled them apart.

The aroma of the soup still lingered, comforting and familiar. She glanced down at the empty leaf bowl in her hands, a small pang of gratitude stirring within her. Despite the circumstances that had brought them here, Aemond had provided her with sustenance, a gesture that spoke volumes amidst the uncertainty of their situation.

"Thank you," she murmured softly, breaking the silence that had settled between them. Her words hung in the air for a moment before dissipating into the night.

Aemond nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes never leaving the blade in his hands. There was a weariness in his expression, a heaviness that mirrored her own. They were both soldiers in a war they had not chosen, bound by duty and obligation to forces beyond their control - and the effect will forever linger.

“He’ll come for me, kēpus. Cregan will come.”

“When he comes, mandianna, I’ll be ready.”

There are many questions she wants to ask him, so many things that she wishes to speak about - but she is too tired and she does not have the strength to fight him, not tonight.

As darkness began to descend upon the jungle, she rose from her perch beside the fire, the weariness of the day and the sting of her injuries weighing heavily upon her. With a final glance at Aemond, she made her way back to the cave, the cool darkness enveloping her like a familiar cloak.

As she settled into her makeshift bed, exhaustion pulling at her limbs, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift into sleep. In her dreams, she saw visions of snow-capped mountains and towering stone walls, a distant memory of Winterfell, her home during the war - where she’d spend the rest of her days if he ever managed to find her.

And so she slept, the whetstone's scraping sounds against the shortsword echoing through the forest. In her sleep-addled state, the last thing she sees is him looking at her as stone meets steel. A small voice whispered in the recesses of her mind, reminding her that escape was not yet out of reach.

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A/N: This was a bit of a slow, storybuilding chapter. Point is to establish that she's alive lmao. A lot will be happening soon, so yeah! Apologies for the slow filler chapter, and thanks for reading!

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bones4thecats · 2 days

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Hello! If you're still doing requests, could I ask for a angst (or fluff if you think that it works better) of Leona, Vil, Malleus, and/or Lilla (if I could do 4) reacting to Male!Reader having the Unique Magic of a Empathic Healer. This spell would allow the reader to heal any and all wounds inflicted on whom he's trying to healing. However, rather than creating blot to patch up the wounds, they are instead transferred onto the Reader, making it like he was the one that got the wound instead. He is well aware of the dangers and still can't stop himself because he hates people being hurt if he had the power to stop it.

I hope that this was good! Thank you for reading it at least!

M! S/O With A Emphatic Healer! UM.

Type of Writing: Request Name: M! S/O With A Emphatic Healer! Unique Magic (UM.) Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Malleus Draconia, and Lilia Vanrouge Requester: @beawesome04

A/N: This is fairly angsty with fluff at the ending of each, by the way, this is by far one of my best and favorite requests ever received! I loved the prompt and how you described everything! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!!

P.S.: For Lilia's part, I used his General! Self

⚠️ TW: Swearing, mentions of war and harm ⚠️ Spoilers for: Books 2 and 7 ⚠️

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Male! Reader ; Reader Heals Leona From Overblot

🦁 Leona was sorer than he ever has been in his entire life

🦁 Opening his eyes with a massive groan, he could hear the sounds of crying and whimpers while people both yelled and ordered people in different ways, this large amount of sounds made his ears pucker down towards his skull as his eyesight became clearer

🦁 Looking at the sky, Leona noticed that a small amount of liquid dripped onto his face, making him slightly flinch and fully open his eyes, catching the sight of a large cut forming onto his boyfriend’s forehead

🦁 His eyes widened as he lunged upwards and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as he asked you what you were doing

" I- I just wanted you to be okay… " " Y'know what your unique magic does to you, Y/N! I may be okay, but you'd be damaged just as badly, you dumbass! " " It's better me than you. " " No! It was my fault for letting my emotions control me so easily, not yours! "

🦁 Leona furrowed his eyebrows as you began to crack and start crying as he held you closely, then he noticed that you had quite a few bruises and burns from no doubt healing others and him

🦁 As his eyesight began to slosh over with tears of his own, he gripped your tighter, minding where you had injuries. And as he noticed you begin to sob harder, his tail wrapped around your leg protectively

" Leona- I mean, Housewarden? " " What? " " Is he alright? " " He'll be fine… but he might need to heal himself. I’ll take 'em to the nurse. " " You better get fixed up yourself, Leona! " " Yeah, yeah… "

🦁 Looking down at your frail form, Leona sighed internally. What did he, a lazy and arrogant second-born prince, do to deserve your caring and comforting self?

Male! Reader ; Reader Helps Heal Others From A Poison-Blast

👑 Vil knew that you cared for others, and he also would scold you whenever you would end up in some bad spots because of your care for others. But this was too far

👑 He understood that other students outside of certain dorms, Pomefiore and Diasomnia, weren’t the best when it comes to handling poisons and other dangerous concoctions, but this was officially topping any kind of incident he had ever seen before

👑 A second-year had accidentally splashed something into their cauldron which resulted in a poisonous 'bomb' that had affected multiple of the members in their class

👑 And because you hated seeing people being hurt, you had jumped in and began to help others with the poison by using your unique magic

👑 This healed them, but resulted in the poisoning affecting you instead

👑 Now Vil was staring down as you as you drank multiple poison-antidotes in order for your body to heal more naturally

" What were you thinking, Y/N? " " I’m sorry, Vil. But, I couldn’t just watch as they suffered from such pain. You know what my weaknesses are! "

👑 Sighing and running his hands down your bandage-wrapped arms as he sat down next to you, Vil began to hum a small tune that he had heard over the radio a few days prior

👑 He knew you liked this song, and you smiled gently and grabbed his hand, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. Vil just looked into your eyes and loosened his stance slightly

" Just- don’t get over your head like this again, please… " " I promise on my collection of photo-albums of us. " " Good answer, Meine Liebe. "

( Meine Liebe = German for "My Love" )

Male! Reader ; Healing Yuu From Leona’s Overblot

🐉 Malleus was not amused when you jumped into the battle against Leona’s overblot state and began to try healing others, as he knew how dangerous your unique magic was to yourself

🐉 He then began to use his magic to levitate others into the healer’s direction, but he tried to get them away from you

🐉 Unfortunately, you had found the injure-ridden magicless prefect, Yuu Sei, on the ground and you began to use your magic faster than Riddle would be to behead someone for taking his strawberry tart

🐉 He looked around and noticed that Yuu was waking as your once-clean frame was being tattered with bruises and scratches alike all from the human

🐉 When he finally was able to pull you away from everyone else, he began to use his own magic to heal you, his eyebrows furrowed as he silently worked away on each cut, bruise, and injury alike

🐉 Once finished, he looked into your eyes and sighed deeply before embracing you tightly as he burrowed his face into your neck and took in your scent

" Why…? " " Why what, Mal? " " Why risk your own life for a human's? " " You and I both know that Yuu has value. One beyond many of us', they make me want to protect them more than any other mortal, well- besides Sebek and Silver, I suppose. "

🐉 He watched as you began to debate with yourself as your injuries faded away second-by-second. A small smile overtook his features as he hugged you again and you embraced him back

" I love you, my Healing Beauty. " " And I love you, my Darling Prince. "

( Men can be beautiful too. Bite me. )

Male! Reader ; Healing Him During the Fae v. Human War

🦇 Groaning in pain as he held his side while you hid beside him, Lilia felt the slight amount of blood begin to fall from his midsection. These damned mortals were getting more powerful by the second

🦇 Hopefully the others were doing just as well as before… he cannot afford to lose any more men in this treacherous war

🦇 He turned as he heard you move and roll your uniform’s sleeves up as you pushed your butterfly mask aside and began to chant your small unique spell’s name

" Y/N… what- what are you doing?! You know what that damned spell does to you! " " I don’t care at the moment, Lilia. Your health matters more. " " Bullshit! Y/N, I’ll be fine, just step aside and let me- " " Lilia. As your spouse I will heal you, no matter what. "

🦇 Giving in as you stared at him deadly, Lilia watched as your arms began to glow with many symbols of healing, from ones ranging from those in the burning Savannah to ones in your homeland of Briar Valley

🦇 He then watched as the pain began to fade from his side, but he also noticed how you began to look faint. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling bad

" Love, I'm fine now. The bleeding isn’t as bad as before, it should heal faster… take a break- please. " " Alright… "

🦇 Laying back on the tree, Lilia tore open a satchel that was once thrown aside by one of the previous human soldiers, he ran towards you and began to apply both alcohol to his and yours minor wound that was slightly leaking blood before wrapping them in gauze

" Alright, we should be fine now. Do you feel better, Mango? " " Yeah, thanks Lils. " " No problem, Dearest. "

( Fun facts: Butterflies symbolize rebirth, transformation, and the delicate balance between life and death & Mangos are one of a bat’s favorite fruits )

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jacespookiebear · 11 months

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ೃ࿐ 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡: 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 8

summary : you are the youngest daughter of Viserys I Targaryen and Aemma Arryn. Outlived your mother and your older twin brother, Baelon, in childbirth. You were titled as (Y/n) “The Undying” Targaryen.

pairing : jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!reader

warnings : incest, tension, sexual content, age gap (reader is about 2-3 years older), jace is about a year older in this fic, misogyny, self-harm, violence, teen pregnancy, birth, meraxes is alive and thriving with vhagar :D

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You had awaken, in the arms of your husband, who was still sleeping with his arm draping over you. Turning to look at your surroundings, Meraxes still laid there by your side but only this time, Vermax had joined her. Mewling his love for Meraxes so loudly, laying on her back. You gave a smile to the dragons until your lover pressed his arm around you, keeping you more closer. Jace was stirring in his sleep, as much as you wanted to lay with him for the rest of the day, you were still outside— the sky was bright and clearer and you were riding off to Winterfell with Lysanna.

Realizing, you laid naked, with lovebites and bruises scattering your upper body and your inner thighs, you couldn’t stop the aching that was laying between your thighs, it felt uncomfortable and you knew you would have a hard time walking properly. You pressed your thighs together as you remembered what had happened last night, “Jacaerys? Wake up, you need a bath.” Gently shaking him awake, he refused to wake up. Mumbling and sleep talking, you could make up from that he is having a sweet dream. “My love? Rhaenyra might be looking for us.”

“I will wake up soon, I promise.” Jace slurred, moving to rest his head on your chest, nuzzling into the soft, warm mounds while breathing in your scent. “My love, please we must prepare our leave to the North.” urging him to wake up by tracing circles on his bare back, he began to groan at your words and finally opened his eyes and rested them onto your face. Mesmerized by your gorgeous lilac eyes, your swollen lips pressing onto his chin to give him a kiss. You escaped his tightening grasp and sat up to look for your clothes. As you searched for the gown, Jacaerys continue laying, watching, feeling proud at the marks he left on you.

“Jace,” he didn’t answer, his mind dozed off once he begun to stare.

“Jace!” Snapping out of his daydreaming, he looked over to your face, you appeared to be distraught and upset. “My gown isn’t here, it must have been picked up by the winds.” Realizing what you said, he sat up as well. You had nothing to wear, while he also had nothing to wear. You both were naked, with no clothes besides the coverings you both had taken with you.

The thought had Jace beginning to laugh hysterically, you were not laughing at all, not thinking this situation was funny. “Come on, love! Don’t worry. We still have our cloaks.” As he tried reassuring you, you only gave him an annoyed look. He grabbed your cloak and wrapped around you, making sure it was covering all of you. As for himself, he used his robes to wrap around his waist and you both began walking back to the castle, in shame, mainly you.

You quickly ran inside the castle, passing the knights in a split second, not wanting to let them see you clearly.

“Good morrow, my Prince.” The knight muttered, not trying to give any eye contact to Jace, who was quietly walking inside the castle with nothing but a robe tied around him, nodding towards the knight, making his way back to his chambers.

“Y/n! Your bath is warmed up and I am finished with-..oh.” Lysanna’s smile dropping, seeing you rushing to your chambers with just a cloak on. She quickly ran after you, to attend you.

You never felt so embarrassed until now, having to run around the castle, naked, might you had ran into your younger family members, you would have died on the spot. “Are you alright? Do you need-“ turning to face Lysanna, who shut the door on Jace’s face by accident. Immediately opening the door and saw the half-naked Prince.

The Lady Stark stared in terror, turning away to not watch anymore. You heard her letting out a screech, you rushed to bring him inside. “Forgive me, Liz! I’ll meet you in your chambers.” Ushering her to leave your chambers, she closed her eyes as she nodded, considering that would be for the best. Turning to give you a quick hug while Jace gave her an awkward small wave before she left.

Looking over to Jace, who seemed to find this whole situation rather hilarious. “That poor girl,” you mumbled, reaching by the vanity to grab the bath robes for you and your husband. “She will remember this for a long time.” Removing your cloak off your shoulders before wrapping yourself in the silky cloth, you placed Jace’s by the tub.

“I am sure she will forget,” your husband spoke, feeling bad for how indecent he was in front of your lady-in-waiting, you helped him in the bath, letting him sink in the heated water. You started to wet his arms and shoulders with a sponge that was placed by the tub. “In few days of traveling, she will see her family once again, I recall from my youth that was what Lysanna always wanted.”

Offering him a kind smile from the memory, you continued to help him bathe, sitting by the side of the tub, you noticed some sand still stuck to his skin so you quickly rinsed it off by pouring water onto his skin and rubbing it off with your hand. You grabbed some more water for the sponge to soak up, “A sweet thought, husband.” you responded, dancing your fingers over his open hand, your lover watched you as you carefully touched his palm, the one he cut open during your wedding ceremony, it seemed to have Jace reacted from how he slightly flinched from your touch, meaning the wound was still sensitive. “..Sorry..”

“Will you join me?” your lover suddenly asked, turning his head to face you. You tried to smile, you didn’t want to take longer to dress, wanting to already be out traveling to the North. Wanting to kindly refuse him, but his eyes were pleading, his pleading eyes had always worked on you. You could never say no to him when he uses them against you.

Reluctantly nodding as you sighed in annoyance, standing up from your spot on the floor, you unwrapped your robes off your body and folded it before placing it by his robes, carefully dipping in the tub that was already too small to fit more than one person, the water was rather hotter than usual but it was relaxing, you could see the steam floating above the water. Sinking more into the water, you let Jace guide you to lay on him, relaxing your head on his shoulders.

“Perhaps we should not take long,” you suggested, focusing on how he pressed kisses on your shoulder, his palms rubbing across your arms before they traveled to cup your breasts, your breath hitched. It was enough to make you feel nervous, “I don’t wish to make Lysanna wait any longer, my love.” Urging him to finish bathing, bringing your hands to hold onto his, which were still massaging your soft mounds.

While you made the effort to try cleaning the both of you, his hands continued to explore your body. “Is it wrong for me wishing to spend time with my wife?” He teased, pressing a wet kiss behind your ear, you scoffed at his question, you moved away to directly face him, bringing water to wet his hair and rub your hands into his head to massage the soap while he sat back and let you do all the work.

“I never said it was wrong,” you grinned, “but it is our honeymoon as well. Once we arrive, you can spend as much time with me.” promising him as you wiped the suds off his face. Jace finally agreed, pressing a kiss onto your lips— pulling away so you could climb out of the tub with him. You helped dressing him with the attire that Lysanna picked out that was appropriate for the weather in the North. You wore a comfortable gown that had similar designs to his attire, it’s material was suited enough to stay warm from the cold, adjusting your glove until you heard a knock on your chamber doors before opening that it revealed Lysanna who still wore a blush on her cheeks.

“I only wanted to bring news,” the look on her face was different, she usually wore a look that possessed positivity and assurance but she looked shy and embarrassed— clearly she did not want to speak of what she saw witness earlier. “The boat is ready to depart. A carriage is waiting for me on land once we arrive.”

Offering her a nod, smiling to the Lady, “Thank you, Liz. You should have left without us, we will be arriving on dragonback.” Walking towards her, linking your arm with her as you let Jace trail behind you both.

Lysanna only shook her head and smiled back, “I wanted to leave with you.” you both walked to the study hall to bid farewells to your family along with Jace. Rhaenyra placed a sweet kiss on your foreheads and hoped you would all have a pleasant stay.

“Could you bring back gifts?” Rhaena asked while Luke clinged to Lysanna, you could see tears stains on his cheeks, not wanting to be parted from Lysanna.

Reaching over to place an arm around Rhaena, she happily accepted your hug. “I’ll bring you too much gifts, your father will hate me for spoiling you so much.” Hearing you say that, Daemon let out a laugh, he was too awkward with farewells but still gave you and your husband an nod.

“Write to us once you arrive,” Rhaenyra ordered, “I want to know you had a safe arrival.”

“Of course, sister.” you answered, but still it took much reassurance from Jacaerys that he will write to her, she was still having concerns with the trip but still let you head outside of the castle. Your sister was very scared something might happen. You were heading days away from Dragonstone, it was a terrifying thought. Rhaenyra rubbed her growing stomach, watching you climb on top of Meraxes to be properly seated, as well with Jace and Vermax. Lysanna had made her way to the boat, waving to you.

Patting on her neck, signaling her to arise in the air, with the ground rumbling beneath you—Meraxes began to move, you turned to give a last wave to your elder sister.

“Please..come back to me safely.” Rhaenyra whispered to herself, trying to not stress herself even more, knowing it was bad for her and the unborn child. Watching you and Jace ascending with your dragons, she only had continued doubts clouding her mind about this trip.

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You noted how cold it was in Winterfell, the snow falling from the sky, watching it fall on you and Meraxes. It was beautiful, the sceneries were mesmerizing as you took another detour around the land. The lovely trees powdered in snow and the ground crunched as Meraxes landed on the pathway to Winterfell, the sounds of Vermax’s roars filled your ears, the dragon lazily laying by the gates now happy to see Meraxes arrived. She had already been tired from the cold weather and now didn’t want to deal with the tiny clingy dragon. Seemed your husband had already arrived before you, you sure did take your time exploring the North once you had entered. Presumably took rather a bit more than a week for you to arrive, especially on Meraxes who surely was huge but lacked agilty.

You stepped down from the ropes on Meraxes, rubbing her gently on her sides, wishing she could have a warmer place to stay during your time in Winterfell. You remained your focus on your dragon until Jace pulled you away from the entrance. He was wearing a different cloak, one with thick furs and had now wore leather gloves, he placed a cloak with white furs onto your shoulders, you were no longer feeling cold but could still feel the harsh breeze from your head, your nose quickly became stuffy.

You both heard mewls from your dragons, and saw the guards at the front looked afraid to approach the majestic creatures. “I worried I had lost you, but I can see you took your time.” Patting snow off your hair, with a cheeky grin. You returned his teasing with a smile. You were so happy, you couldn’t hold your excitement any longer.

“Oh Jace! Have you seen the waterfall? The water was clear as crystals! I wish to see it once more!” Happily listing what you saw during your little exploring as your arms wrapped around his, Jace listened while you both entered inside Winterfell.

The guards inside the courtyard, held the banners that belonged to your House, announcing your titles as the people before you all kneeled, you noticed Lysanna was there, right by her Lord brother’s side. Surprised to see her already here, knowing she arrived by boat but it appeared she had been here for awhile.

“Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, future Heir to the Iron Throne, with his wife, the Princess Y/N Targaryen, his future Queen Consort, second daughter of King Viserys, first of his name.”

Searching around the new area, the castle looked old but very beautiful. It held so much histories just like in Dragonstone. You watched Jace signal for Lord Cregan and his people to arise before approaching the tall man to greet him.

“We thank you for having us as your guests, Lord Stark.” Jace spoke warmly at the older man before they shook hands. They seemed to already be getting along.

Cregan pulled away to greet you as well, kissing your hand. You returned with an enthusiastic smile, clearly happy to be here. “Call me Cregan, my Prince. It is an honor to have you as our guests. I also wish to express my gratitude for bringing my sister along with you.” Lysanna happily gave you a hug.

“Lysanna has been nothing but good to us, I am delighted to be here in the North, Lord Cregan. The North is as beautiful as she claimed.” you expressed, your curiosity of the North had the Lord keeping his gaze on you for what felt like centuries, his continued hold on your hand went unnoticed by you and the others except the Prince.

Breaking eye contact with him, you made your way to greet his advisors, family, and the many many children that were all beside him. The young girls whispering to each other before you approached them, letting your husband continued to speak with Cregan.

“It’s the Princess! They were right, she does have silvery hair..”

“They tell stories and sing of her beauty.”

“Could I ever grow as beautiful as the Princess?”

You stared in awe by the little girls offering flowers to you, they sweetly shoved them in your direction while murmuring, “We grew these for you, Princess.” They were tulipa humilis flowers and usually were able to bloom in the snowy season. You read about them with your Septa, they were something you had wanted to see in the North. Kindly thanking the children before taking the bouquets from their small hands.

“Oh right! Brother, the gift,” Lysanna exclaims, turning to face her brother, who realized what she was speaking of. Immediately a servant came to your side, with direwolf pups in a basket. Letting out a gasp immediately, you carefully placed the bouquets in the basket before holding the pups in your arms as they continued wailing.

The pups started giving you affections by licking your cheeks, you could tell by the look on Cregan’s face that he was contented to know you were certainly enjoying the gifts. “Think of them as wedding gifts, my Prince. My sister had told me of your wife’s fascination for direwolves.”

Jace turned to watch you hand him one, the squeals you let out from the overwhelming affections the pups were giving you and your husband. You were holding onto the white furred direwolf who possessed deep blue eyes, as Jace held the black furred in his arms.

Your husband couldn’t be angry, though you both already have dragons but you were happy with the gifts. Jace felt himself beginning to warm up to the small pup in his arms, petting it gently while keeping his focus on the Lord Stark. “They are a kind gift. Your thoughtfulness is well appreciated, I can assure you.” He responded, as he begun to think of a name for the direwolf. Cregan let out a laugh and gave Jace a pat on the back.

The children watched from how you presented yourself, cooing softly at the pup in your arms, “May I suggest a name for the wolf pup, my Princess?” A little girl stepped up and approached your side before the rest of the children followed in pursuit, all began playing with the direwolf that you placed on the ground.

“Her name should be Astrid! It’s a northern name for beauty.”

“Are you mad? She should be named after a Goddess!”

“Let her be named Snow!”

“Those are all lovely names, my sweetlings.” kneeling besides the children, you and Lysanna were watching the small pup chase the children around the courtyard. Looking over to Jace who held a genuine smile, rocking the pup in his arms like he was a babe.

You began appreciating how well the trip was already starting, the snow continued falling as you started locking eyes with a girl. Around the same age as you, possessing dark brown hair and brown eyes very similar to Lysanna and her brother although she wore less fine quality clothes than the Starks. Offering her a smile, she turned her head to look away, seeming to have been embarrassed to be caught staring at you.

Your husband’s hand reached to hold your arm, making you snap back to reality. You looked at him with a dazed look before your face softened, turning to Lord Cregan, who offered a friendly smile. “Let us rest now, my love.” Jace affirmed, you were understanding that you would retire to your chambers now, it was beginning to become dark afterall.

“Oh,” You nodded, bringing your full attention towards them. “I was starting to become tired.” As you were about to head up to your chambers with your husband and the pups while Lord Cregan and Lysanna lead the way, you had waved to the children who all returned with a loud “Bye-Bye Princess!” their sweet shouts left you frowning, though you knew you would be able to see them on the next day.

“They love you, Princess.” The northern man remained a smile on his face as he spoke. “Let us have you rested for tomorrow! We will have many days until the hunt. In honor of your newly marriage. Let’s have you settle in Winterfell for now.” Nodding at his words, Lysanna beaming with excitement for the fun adventure that was in store for everyone.

Lysanna commanded the knights to bring your packed luggages, following you all to your chambers to drop off. You and your lady-in-waiting noticed how awfully close the two men became in matter of minutes. Were men so easily to befriend one another? You wouldn’t be surprised, Cregan was a very kind man from the start, his appearance may seem like he’s a man who keeps to himself but he already became quite comfortable around you and Jace after hearing nothing but good words from his sister.

You all stopped in front of a hard wooden door, much more sturdier than the doors from Dragonstone, opening up to a spacious room with a fireplace already burning by the middle of the large wall facing opposite from the large bed. Artifacts and tapestries covering the room, animal teeth laying on the table as decoration, the floor creaked as you walked inside the chambers.

“I know how much you like soft sheets to sleep on while you rest, I had my brother prepare silk sheets for the bed.” Lysanna directs your attention with patting on the soft bed, the pups seemed to follow her quickly and began chewing on the wooden corners of the bed

“That is well appreciated, Liz. Even when we’re in your home, you take such care of me.” you wholeheartedly boosted. She then shared a look with her brother— raising a brow at Cregan, which made you and Jace looked at each other with confusion.

“Perhaps this’ll be the room you will conceive your heir!”

Feeling yourself become warm at the statement, you had not expected that nor did your lover. When they saw the way both you and Jace looked flustered, Lysanna straightened herself and slapped Cregan’s shoulder from his comment. “A joke! My brother was only jesting.” Lysanna awkwardly laughed as Jace forced a smile, you were quite embarrassed enough but did not show it.

“Do not fret,” you assured, offering a hug to Lysanna, “my husband and I will surely try our best to not disturb the castle tonight.” Only trying to lighten the mood, the Warden’s laughter boomed through the chambers as he smacked Jace’s back harshly, your husband gave you a look of awkwardness.

“The Princess certainly knows how to jest!” Laughing with the siblings before they decided it was time to let you and Jace be alone, bowing their heads to you, as they left you wished them a well night’s rest.

Once the door shut, you made your way towards the luggages to find a nightgown to change into, the pups followed you and began licking at your legs. Petting them very gingerly, you hoisted them on your lap, “What shall we name them? They’ll surely make Luke and Rhaena happy.” Bringing out a beige gown, almost sheer enough that you could see the outlining of your breasts, the v neck was deep enough to have them spilling out, the length of the cozy gown stopped at your ankles and the sleeves were rather long enough to drag on the floor. It was something you would wear to rest in Dragonstone but it was rather too cold in Winterfell to be wearing just one layer of clothes, the fur blankets will surely help keep us warm, you thought to yourself.

Bringing your attention back to your lover, continuing to sit on the floor as you turned to face Jace. “Isn’t Winterfell such a beauty? I wish we could live here for the rest of our days,” you expressed, your eyes never leaving his as he walked to sit in front of you, on the side of the bed.

“My love, you only say that because we’re days away from our family.” your lover inhaled deeply, you placed you hands on his knee before laying your chin on top, looking up to him with a soft gaze.

"Not true," you insisted, Jace leaned over and begun unlacing your gown for you, "I love how peaceful the North is."

He let out a scoff from your words, a smile creeping onto his face, watching you let the dress slip off once you stand on your feet, fully bare in front of him. "We could live in a small cottage, not far from here, just us, our dragons, and our direwolves." Wrapping the dress around you, tying the wraps together before the pups could chew on the ends.

"Just us?"

Noticing the glint of happiness in his eyes, placing your hands on his shoulders, swinging your leg over him as you straddled him, leaning in slowly. "Just us, Ñuha vēzos." softly whispering in his ear before finally closing the distance between the two of you, capturing his lips with yours in a sweet yet long kiss.

You pulled away for a quick moment, helping Jace remove his heavy attire, once he was able to remove the several layers of clothing, his hands made their way on your cheeks— holding your face in his palms carefully while he took his time mesmerizing you.

"Is there something wrong, my love?" you asked.

Your lover shook his head and only placed a soft kiss on your lips, “You’re beautiful, that is all.”

Smiling at the warm compliment, his affections towards you were always verbal and sentimental. “Come here, my love.” Urging him to let you wrap your bodies in the furs, it felt soft on your skin, warmth covering your bodies as you laid in bed. Jace brought you more closer in his embrace, releasing a relieved sigh— having the chance to relax after days of traveling, now laying with you.

Being away from you for even just a moment had him in agony. He could not bear another moment without you, his hold on you was more tighter but not enough to make you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed. It wasn’t enough though, he wanted to be inside you once more. Just a few days before, Jacaerys finally had the chance to lay with you. He never realized until he actually done it, how addicting the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock felt, already became addicted to lapping up your pussy— greedily slurping in your juices.

He easily slipped a rough hand in the slit of your gown, pressing his thumb over your clit with pressure, the act certainly caught your attention, slowly opening your eyes and look down at your husband’s wandering hand.

“Jace…you must rest..” knowing his intentions, you still gave him a low whimper, he began to rub your little nub with much speed. Sliding his middle finger down your slit, his lips sucking on your neck felt blissful. “Why must I rest, sweet wife? When I could bury myself in your cunt instead.” Jace pulled away from your neck, dragging his lips down until he reached your clit. Hiding beneath the furs as you had wished to sleep but your lover had a different idea to spend the night together.

Your mouth was hanging open as your eyes were shut, his tongue wandered into your soaking folds, making your thighs lightly tremble around his head— fearing you might crush him with your legs wrapping around him, your fingers idly twirling the long strands of his hair as Jace continues to savor your folds with his lips and tongue. He groans occasionally, enjoying your delicious cunt.

You can feel your lover’s whole tongue, from the tip to the flattened sides, licking and suckling on your clit before replacing them with his fingers as you find yourself rocking a bit more forcefully against his face subconsciously. From the tight tugging on his hair, he doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, it just drives him more crazier and slides his hands to spread your ass cheeks while you continue to grind against his face, knotting both your hands in his now messy brown hair.

Bringing his whole mouth messily from your folds to your hole before pressing his tongue firmly inside your drooling hole. He digs his nails into on your ass, and you buck against his face. Your dear husband hums happily, slurping loudly— surely anyone outside your door could hear it, hearing him drink up your sweet juices.

You can feel an orgasm starting to build up. His fingers that were on your clit continues to change pace, swapping from a circular motion to side to side direction, rapidly. Feeling yourself almost coming undone on his tongue and fingers, Jace pulls his mouth off of your cunt, as you pant loudly, confused and frustrated on why he moved away. He moved up to escape from under the furs, staring up at you with your fluids smeared all over his lips and chin— you stared back with a hazy look, still panting from the act.

“Lay on your stomach.” Jacaerys ordered, the tone of his voice almost had you withering away, scrunching up the material of your gown— lifting it up to reveal your bare lower body. You tiredly moved to lay on your stomach before he gripped your hips aggressively and lifted them up in the air. The movement surprised you, left you gasping quietly once you felt the cool air on both of your holes. Without having to wet his cock, he dragged the tip down your hole, you felt like giving out. Your elbows trembling, trying not to buck.

Jace lets out a low groan and smiles to himself as he enjoys watching you struggle to keep yourself from falling onto to pillow. “Have you ever imagined us like this before? Or perhaps thought of me claiming you before we had the chance to wed? Tell me, auntie, your sweet nephew wishes to know the truth.”

You only shook your head as you tried to speak, the way he degrades you so effortlessly, like he gets off of it, you know you shouldn’t but you let out a whine at how he called you his aunt, his cock beginning to rock against you, with his fingers stroking your nipple. He waits patiently for you to speak, not daring to insert himself just yet until he had a verbal answer from you.

“Y-yes.” You manage to pant out, feeling rather humiliated at the confession and with his hand at your breast— they had easily spilled out of your gown, he twists your left nipple while you spoke, making you moan and ultimately falling on the pillows from the pleasure. “Please..”

He ruts his hips forward sharply, dragging his wet cock tip along your aching opening, painfully slow. “Please..what?”

You whined in frustration, tears starting to spill onto your cheeks. Pathetically, you tried leaning closer to gain some more pleasure, your husband only laughed at the sight. “D-Don’t make me say it.”

From your response, he decides to tease you more, certainly he was relentless. “I can’t give you what you desire if you won’t tell me.” The change of his demeanor was shocking, not even a moment ago he was whispering sweet words in your ears.

You felt his other hand come down, adding much more pressure on your breasts, grabbing at the soft mounds painfully, pulling and slapping at them. The harsh impact did not help except only making you wetter.

“Jacaerys..!”

“Just tell me what you want, auntie.”

You could feel his tip pressing on your entrance, though he wasn’t making an effort to thrust his cock inside your wet cunt, finally deciding you had enough of his teasing. “Please, I want your cock..nephew!” Your tears mixing with your sweat, moving your head to bury your face in the pillow, but instead, Jace grabbed at your arms to lift your upper body off the bed.

He moans at how you begged. The scene of having you submit to him, was a fantasy of his for a long time. He used to fantasize of sneaking in your chambers and claiming your maidenhood right then and there. Without any warning, he bucks himself into you, completely staying in there for a moment before he began vigorously thrusting in and out of your cunt. Arching your back as your eyes roll far behind your eyelids, feeling the weight of his balls against your pussy had only increased your want in pleasure, the satisfying blazing of his girth stretching your cunt once again had you almost screaming, swearing to yourself you need to be more quieter but he’s just so big, hitting all the right spots— deep into your walls, your whole body struggling to not fall back on the bed.

You dig your hands into the sheets below you, holding on for dear life as your lover continues filling your little cunt with his massive cock. Your tears had not went unnoticed by the younger Prince, pounding into you so mercilessly as he leaned forward, taking your chin in his hand to move your head to the right to press a sweet kiss on your cheek. The sounds of skin slapping filled the huge room, driving more sweat on your bodies and your slick slowly moving down your thighs. All you could think about is how much you want to embrace him.

You’re too sensitive and his thrusts are deep and too fast, seeming to miss the feeling of penetrating you. “Ohhh..Jacaerys! You feel so good.” Broken moans slip from your dry lips, the room filled of more erotic noises and vulgar words. Clenching tightly while his cock squelches into your heat. “Fuck!” you cried out, his other hand moving to rub your helpless clit, it was too much for you.

“Oh- fuck. I won’t last long if you keep clenching me.” Jace sighs, reaching to tug at your long silvery curls, pushing you down into the bed— speeding up his thrusts, quieting your screams into the pillow, afraid that you might wake the whole castle.

He forces your back to arch even more, enough for your breasts to press down on the sheets, never losing his pace, greedily driving himself deeper and deeper, almost enough to hit your cervix. Just as you were about to give out, feeling yourself almost blacking out, you finally reached a powerful climax that had you removing your face from the pillow that was now stained with tears and drool, your body shuddering as you curl your toes, your legs shaking— you continue to clench around his cock, he pants and shuts his eyes as Jace spills himself inside of you, making sure to push his cum deep inside to not waste a drop.

Jacaerys continues to empty himself in your leaking cunt, you turned to face him, he was red faced and his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead, the sight was too good, hoping to save this memory of this, not wishing to forget how ridiculously hot he looked. He caught you staring at him with half-lidded eyes and affectionately, he moved down, resting himself on your back while smothering sloppy, open mouthed kisses against your waiting mouth, using his tongue to explore your mouth while drool was spilling out of the corners of your mouth.

“I love you.” Jacaerys whispers, you nodded at his words, slowly processing what he said as you comfortably laid back down on the bed. Seemingly you tend to be quiet as a mouse after reaching your peak, his soft cock moving out of you but immediately you whimpered at the loss of his cock, protesting for him to stay inside you by rocking your hips. It was adorable to Jace, he leans again to place another sloppy kiss and slowly rubs your nub until your cries and whimpers fades and turn into soft mewls.

Your legs still prompted up in the air with your knees on the bed, you press your thighs tightly, trying to relief the loss of his cock while the mixture of your juices and his cum oozes out of your pussy, you felt aroused once more from the memory of him roughly fucking you. Though you were sensitive and exhausted, you pathetically whined loudly, wanting more after your very long session that you and your husband just had.

All thoughts of having another go at lovemaking was thrown at the window once you heard the pups by the window started howling..loudly. You lifted your head to witness the small direwolves bring their head up in the air and howl until their hearts were contented.

“Will they continue all night?” you muttered, annoyed to see them starting to scratch at the glass. Your husband moved to bring a cloth and began cleaning you up as usual, bringing your legs down so you could properly lay under the soft furs, he laughed at the sight of the pups.

As he wiped you down, you moaned at the pressure he applied with the cloth against your entrance, fixing your gown as well before he reaches to find his night breeches to wear. “They’ll stop..eventually.” Jace told, happily climbing back into bed and melting into your touch.

Smiling at your lover, you pressed a lazy kiss on his forehead, reaching to push his bangs away. “Was I too rough? Do you need anything else?” Jacaerys leaned into your touch, appeared worried for you but you only shook your head and brought him close to your breasts, laying his head there as he wrapped his hand around your waist.

“No, it felt good..” you breathed out, tracing random shapes on his back, soothing him with your light touches. “Though,” you spoke up, making Jace look up with a brow raised at your questionable look.

“I believe I have disturbed Winterfell..” you whispered, rather feeling now embarrassed. Jacaerys let out a quiet chuckle, leaning his cheek to caress your soft skin. You both were tired, exhausted, and aching.

Having no energy to keep the conversation going, you realized your husband has now passed out on your breasts. With the howling in the background, you continued tracing on his back until you were able to also find sleep.

“Goodnight, my love.” you whispered, kissing the top of his head before you closed your eyes.

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I delayed writing this for some reason my bad, I got summer school now😒 but anyways I can’t I wrote more smut EARLY HAHAHA but oh well.

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self-ship-mxdness · 1 year

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I'm so excited about finally marrying my love next year. I've been thinking about it so much recently.

I can't wait...

#sky rambles...#my prince💚#gif tw #f/o x self insert #f/o stuff #f/o x s/i #self shipping #selfship community #self ship community #skyki 💜💚

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janovavalen · 3 months

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✧HER NEW CUT || luke castellan x fem!reader

summary: luke as always admired y/n…from afar, but when she comes to camp one morning he can’t help but talk to her about her very bold hair cut

word count: 3174 (cray cray)

warnings: slight obsession from a far (not joe goldberg type), horrid flirting, y/n had a long to short haircut like taylor russell’s hair type short, slight jealousy, happy and soft ending<3

a/n: for more dramatic feels listen to japanese denim specifically? 3:09 so hope u read fast when it comes to the end bc JAH!

at the camp, luke and his group of friends walked amongst themselves as they laughed at the endless and kind of weird jokes one another was telling.

luke was always lucky with making friends but his friends were kind of—not to be rude—on the weird spectrum. he himself couldn’t say he wasn’t weird either.

‘dude, then the next thing—oh shoot, look who’s gotten out of her cabin this morning’ his friend jake, who pointed over to persephone’s cabin.

as luke looked over he saw none other than y/n l/n. daughter of persephone, goddess of spring and nature. persephone was known for her beauty, and her love, her kind mind towards all even when they’ve done bad.

all of persephone’s children seem to have these traits, but y/n? no. she had them more, she had them down to the freckles on her face that seemed to align like the stars of sirius. the most beautiful, brightest star in the sky.

y/n had been at the camp for only a few months, not as long as luke, but the second she stepped foot into that camp was when luke gave himself over to her willingly. but to her, unknowingly.

as crazy as it sounds, luke has never said a word to y/n. the only thing he did do however? was embarrassingly trip over his own foot, slamming down into the earth below her feet as she stopped her movements, he could remember it alarmist like it was ten minutes ago.

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as luke walked out of his cabin he saw y/n walking with her sisters as they laughed and talked together, their laughs seemed to drown out and the only noticeable one being y/n’s.

at the moment, luke had the duty of taking his wooden swords to the swordsman practice field.

as the girl—mainly y/n walked their way across from herme’s cabin, luke tried to make himself look more attractive? cool? so he straightened his back, the wooden swords being in one arm as he confidently walked down the steps—just as the girl passed, he tipped over a tree stump that had grew out of the ground.

when he did, was well hades himself rose from the ground and put hell on earth—the swords went flying into the air, one hitting y/n’s sister in her head.

‘oh my!—‘ as luke fell stomach first into the ground he grunted.

‘oh my gosh! are you okay!?’ a soft and worried voice spoke above him. as he looked up he saw a worried face of y/n…the girl he was so desperately trying to impress.

‘i—im fine! i’m okay, sorry! i’m so sorry emma!’ he yelled to the girl as he scurried up to grab the wooden swords. y/n turned to see one laying lot to far behind her so she went to reach, but at the same time like some two-thousands movie cliché, he went to reach for the same one.

his larger hand being on top of y/n’s who looked him into the eyes she smiled warmly while he smiled back, cleaning his throat.

‘again i'm so sorry’ he nervously smiled at y/n who kept her eyes trained on his own. she smiled warmly and shook her head.

‘don’t, it’s okay, it wasn’t your fault’ she calmly told him while placing her hand on his chest. he took a deep breath while they looked each other in their eyes.

‘y/n? come on we need to get emma to the clinic’ her sister called out to y/n who turned around. luke kept his eyes trained on y/n who called out—‘o—okay! i’m coming right now!’ as she turned back around she was quick to luke in his eyes.

‘well…i guess ill see you around prince charming’ she smiled with a hint of playfulness in her tone. he nervously laughed while holding onto the wooden swords as she walked away.

not without turning back to look at luke how never stopped looking at her.

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snapping out of his memory, luke looked over to jack to smirked at him.

‘dude, whatever—‘

‘i mean come on luke! you’ve been obsessing over her for how long? like how many years?’

‘about two i think?’ one of this friends said. jake pointed at them to prove his point.

‘see! two! and not to ruffle your edges but she’s a very pretty girl…she’s not going to wait for you forever luke’ he stressed. luke and jake have been friends for some time now and he was tired of watching luke get jealous every time y/n talked to some other guy at the camp.

and eveytime he let it happen, luke would go into his quiet, mystery guy mode and not talk to anyone for thirty minutes or an hour just falling over the fact the guy y/n was talking to and laughing with wasn’t him.

luke rolled his eyes a bit and shook his head.

‘nah it’s okay…besides maybe he deserves someone else, i don’t think i’m first and only in line anyway’ luke watched y/n sadly as she talked to some camper from zeus's cabin.

he was basically torturing himself as he watched the two laugh, her hand falling along the guy's shoulder.

turning around once he saw that, he sucked in a breath and tried his best to brush that off. the overbearing jealousy putting him through a spiral. a way in his mind.

‘okay—guys let’s just go have dinner, have fun, y’know?’

jake looked over to the rest of the group who sadly shook their head at the effort of getting luke to talk to y/n. sighing he followed luke over to the small outdoor cafeteria.

there were all of the kids who laughed and ate.

‘you guys can sit over there and I'll go and get dinner’ luke told them. some of the group didn’t really eat often, they more often ate their snacks they had saved up in their cabins.

‘i’ll go with you!’ jake called out.

as the two of them made their way to were the food was being handed out, luke failed to notice y/n who smiled up at him and called his name softly.

‘luke is that you?’ she smiled. turning around immediately to see y/n smiling up at him he stumbled to turn around to her completely.

‘y/n! hey! how are you? how’ve you been?’

luke was trying his best to make it seem like he didn’t know she been rather okay.

‘i’m good! i’m good, and you?’ she walked him him down the like of food.

‘i’m good as well! uhm…how’s camp going for you?’

‘good, uhh—me and my sisters have small sleepovers almost every night, we’re also doing some get-togethers for the other demigods to join, you can come whenever you like? i already asked mr. dionysus and chiron’s permission. they said it would be a rather good thing for the demi-gods to put their differences aside and get along as a full community’

y/n was always one for having a soft spot for people. even for her own good. but, that’s what luke loved about her. she was always so caring and supportive of everyone aside from the fact they’re all from different gods. that didn’t matter to her.

nodding his head and smiling he agreed to showing up to one of them—‘yeah, yeah i’ll try and make it if i’m not taking care of other things or sleep’ he chuckled a bit at his own joke while y/n did the same.

‘good good, i hope you can. it was really good to talk to you luke, i mean it. i always saw you a couple of times but you were with other people and i didn’t want to interrupt—‘

‘no! no—you could never interrupt, you can always talk to me, i mean it’ he was quick to shut down her worry in trying to intrude her way through conversation he wasn’t even paying attention in.

she smiled and nodded her head while holding a plate of food.

‘well, i’ll see you tonight?’ she tilted her head to him with a smile on her face full of hope. he mindlessly nodded with a glaze in his expression that didn’t go unnoticed by jake but blinded it her.

as she walked away with her plate in hand and her long flowing hair behind her, jake was quick to hit luke with his shoulder.

one thing that was very different from all of her sisters was that her hair seemed to grow ten times the return speed hair takes to grow. she had the length of hair that almost reached her calves. she always liked it long, and luke didn’t want to lie to himself he loved the way it looked on her.

‘ouu! look at you man! get your game on!’ jake make a corny comment making luke look back at him with a shake of his head but a grin on his face.

‘dude she only invited me to some function everyone is going to be at…’

‘yeah, but she smiled and talked to you? what definitely soldier boy points’ jake nudged luke once more before leaving to the table. when luke was down with his own plate and made his way over to the table, he was bombarded by cheers for him getting somewhere with y/n. finally.

luke only grinned and smiled while he turned around to see y/n eating a bit of her strawberry while looking at him with a small smile.

luke felt his chest tighten and his face grow red and warm. smiling back at her before she turned and he did as well—not before letting his eyes linger on her for a bit longer of course.

‘dude! this is definitely going to be your night!’

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later that night, all of the campers made their ways back to their own cabins. luke with his friends and his own sibling in his own cabin.

like had found himself in a predicament. he was trying to decide if the white shirt or the black one would go well with his gray sweats. he wasn’t one for fashion since at the camp everyone wore one thing. but they got lucky and got to pick out some casual clothing away from the orange shirt and regular pants.

‘look at lukey-pookie trying to find a cute date outfit to see his girlfriend!’ one of his siblings called out with a teasing smile on their face. turning to see them he rolled his eyes.

‘no she’s not my girlfriend and i could care less what i wear…’ luke turned back around still trying to decide what shirt.

‘dude wear the black one, chicks did the whole tight back shirt and sweats thing, trust me’ one of his other siblings told him as they sat their doing their hair.

‘really?’

some of the other unclaimed kids nodded in agreement super fast as he hummed to himself and slipped on the black shirt.

‘make sure you flex your jaw and muscles every now and again as well—‘

‘yeah, you have a very defined jaw and your like jacked’ another spoke while they put on their shoes.

luke nervously turned around—does y/n think he was jacked? or does she think he has a very defined jaw? finding himself thinking of y/n and her smile he grew red and cleared his throat.

‘okay whatever, are you guys ready to go?’ luke fixed his shirt and soothed it down while he pulled out his shoes to throw on.

‘yeah we're ready…we’ve been waiting on you for like ten minutes to decide on what shirt to wear…’

‘yeah you literally stood there looking at the wall for a bit. we thought you left us’ they all laughed as luke rolled his eyes.

‘go! get out’ he yelled with a small smile as they did what he said.

while him and his group of siblings and some other that he still referred to as siblings, began to walk their way to where the small get-together was being held, they were imminently introduced with a lot of flowers.

more than usual. there was a trail of them leading down some part of the forest along with some small fires that were stuck on torches like the ones back at camp.

‘they persephone kids do know how to set a mood huh?’ one of the siblings spoke as he looked at the different versions of flowers that slowly grew in their wake.

luke couldn’t help but take notice of some of the flowers that he immediately knew were y/n’s. not to be a weirdo or anything but he saw her growing some flowers every now and again and sometimes wore them in her hair or as a flower crown.

smiling slightly as he heard small sounds of laughter and a bit of music he looked up to see the crowd of campers laughing with and down at each other.

as they walked deeper into the green patch of grass that seemed to form a perfect circle that was surrounded by trees with the light of the moon above to shine down on all the people below.

‘whoa…’

‘this is actually pretty neat’ some people spoke behind him as they departed from luke.

jake and luke’s other friends however stayed together.

‘this place actually kind of looks entertaining’ jake mumbled to like who had his focus setting for the only person he came for. jake took notice of this and cleared his throat.

‘she’ll be here, why would she invite you then not show up,’ luke looked at jake and nodded his head, trying to calm himself down and focus on the small gathering around him.

‘yeah…yeah no your right—i’m just going to get some juice, i’ll see you in a sec?’ luke departed from jake who let him go with a nod.

as luke made his way through everyone. some of them gave luke a smile and some gave him hugs, he smiled and hugged his way through and to the small table full of snacks and drinks.

as luke reached the pitcher of juice he poured himself some in his cup and drank it a bit. his eyes still searching for her.

while he did he noticed a small group of what looked like persephone daughters. squinting his eyes as he looked to the very distinctive long hair that belonged to y/n he couldn’t help but take a notice to the very short hair girl that stood next to the daughters.

there was something about her? was it her outfit? no…maybe—once he heard her laugh however? was when his thoughts could come to rest.

it was y/n.

as she slowly turned to her friend who walked up to her from behind her, was when he saw her new haircut.

and boy…did his mind go in a ruckus.

he felt as if his once tight enough grip on his cup faltered as he watched her laugh and move some of her hair out of her eye. their hair was extremely short, more short than he’d ever saw. did she ever cut her hair? he can’t recall. but that didn’t matter, not a bit, not at all.

feeling his mind become blank and his eyes go in a daze, the only thing he could every really focus on was her. she smiled and nodded. talked and laughed with her friends and sisters.

she wore this cute flowing dress that reached her thighs and had skinny straps.

it wa plain (f/c) which he took a note looked amazing on her. he never really saw her in anything other than shorts and the orange camp shirt. so he took his time to absorb her new look.

as y/n moved her hair out of her face once more she looked up and it seemed the stars aligned. her eyes met his and he hurried to turn around .

tightly closing his eyes as he cursed myself for doing so, he took a shaky break and sip of his drink. unbeknownst to him, y/n walked her way slowly up to luke who’s back was turned to her.

‘luke?’ she spoke. he hurried to turn around and let out a nervous laugh.

‘y/n? oh my—what? that’s crazy, i didn’t expect you to be here at all! that’s insane…’ he closed his eyes once more to collect and mentally punch himself repeatedly in the stomach for what he just said.

‘uhm…yeah of course i’m here! i invited you silly’ she smiled at him while he smile back. hit face growing insanely warm along with the tips of his ears.

‘yeah—yeah i just noticed that…sorry, i’m so sorry i just—‘

‘you wanna go somewhere more quiet?’ she suggested. luke looked into her eyes immediately to see her signature soft look focusing on him.

god, could she be anymore beautiful than this? he thought.

only nodding in response, he let her take the cup from his hand and place it on the table.

‘come on’ she smiled at him once more while slipping her smaller hang into his large warm one.

he took another note at how her hand seemed to fit perfectly into his. his mind going insane as if he were some teenage girl with her first celebrity crush.

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as the two of them walked hand in hand deeper into the forest and near a more quiet place. luke couldn’t help but let his focus wander onto her and her hair.

while they found a spot near the lake surrounded by some sand and rocks, y/n looked over at him. he gazed down to her and saw how the moonlight traced her face perfectly.

‘i come here to think sometimes. or just talk to my mom…hope i didn't creep you out on how far we are’ she nervously laughed while letting her hand slip from luke’s.

he quickly let his heavy hand chase after hers as she turned to him with her hand holding his again, her grip soft and his worried that some monster would come and snatch her away from him.

‘no! no, no not at all! not at all i like it out here, i like how quiet and calm it is. very calm and quiet…very’ he mumbled and stumbled over his words.

he only found himself like this when it comes to y/n and he was okay with that. she laughed softly as this and shook her head while looking at him over his face and chest.

breathing and and taking a small doing to what his sibling said he clutched his jaw a bit while mindlessly looking away to make his jaw more prominent.

unbeknownst y/n took a notice and noted this for herself.

‘so uhm…your hair!’ he called out, looking back at her immediately while her eyes snapped back at his own.

‘what about it’ she reached up and turned a bit of the hair pieces over me another. it looked so smooth and healthy he shook his head in a hurry.

‘nothing! it looks good on you, really good…not! in a creepy way! i didn’t mean to say that in a creepy way! y’know im just saying, you look good, very pretty—pretty beautiful—very…beautiful…’ he was almost disgusted at himself for saying such things in such a rushed manner.

what was actually going on? y/n couldn’t have liked something like that. she’s too special for that—she can’t like or even go for a guy like him. why did he even think—

‘i cut it for you…’ she quietly admitted.

looking over at her immediately once more he saw her gaze and her hand slightly gripping his own a bit tighter as she refused to look up at him.

‘you what?’ he breathed out. waiting for her to continue he didn’t fail to notice how her arm seemed to pull him a bit closer so he mindlessly let her tug him closer.

‘i cut it for your attention…i thought if i changed something out myself…you’d notice me. it’s stupid but ever since i saw you fall in front of me with your wooden swords i couldn’t get you out of my head. and for almost two years straight i did things like…talking to other guys or laughing at jokes i didn’t really think were funny so you could hopefully look at me? i don’t it’s stupid i—‘

before she could say anything else luke bent his body and face down to press his lips fully onto hers. as the two of them shared a single kiss. he pulled away to look her in the eyes for her to only look at his pink pull lips. placing her hand onto his face and pulling him closer, she smashed her lips onto his once more.

this time, the kiss wasn’t like the last. it was more desperate, full of energy, and all the times he’s thought about her non stop, over and over and over.

her hands found their way to the back of his neck and through his hair while he grunted a bit and placed his hands on her waist.

the two of them sharing what seemed like a never ending kiss. their were fireworks, bombs, sparklers, a full zoo and war going on all throughout luke’s body and mind right now.

he’s never experienced anything like this before and he was so sure he never wanted to experience anything like it except if it was with her and only her.

y/n smiled into their kiss as luke pulled away and gave her one last kiss.

‘i don’t know, what you were denying about what i feel. i have never stopped thinking about you, ever. it’s impossible to forget you and to stop thinking about you, every morning, evening and night even in between, when i wake up for water, i think about you. y/n…’ placing his hand on her cheek as she smiled dazingly into his eyes he let his nose hover and almost touch her own.

‘…your all i ever see.’ he finished as she gave a small smile and laugh. her hand made its way up to his face and her thumb traced over his scar which he closed his eyes on. their foreheads resting on one another.

‘awh luke…’ was all he could say before placing he slips onto his once more.

as he mindlessly and desperately kissed her back she made sure their bodies were close.

the moon seemed to shine over the two as they shared their moment of glory together.

after a bit more of kisses, luke and y/n pulled away from one another as they held their closeness. y/n found herself wrapping her arms around luke’s body as he held her against him.

after a moment of silence luke spoke—‘i really like your hair by the way’ he told while y/n laughed a bit.

‘and i like your shirt, it's very tight. my sisters kept gawking over it. not going to lie that what noises my confidence to walk over to you a bit more’ she revealed making luke feel a whole lot better at how he always got jealous.

needing to know more he pulled apart and packed his hands along her waist—‘wait! so…were there other moments where you got jealous?’ he needed to know, bad.

while desperately looking at y/n for an answer she shyly looked down at the ground and back into his eyes before placing her finger over her lips as to show she couldn’t tell.

just before he could say anymore, she pulled apart slowly from him and made her way through the forest .

‘wait! y/n, baby— please? tell me i need to know!’ he desperately tried to get her to speak.

‘maybe!’ she yelled back with a smile. as luke followed her he smiled to himself and felt a bit giddy.

she actually got jealous over him? possibly even protective? this was too adorable to him.

running up and behind her grabbed her from hind and spinned her around in circles while she laughed. his kisses spread from her face to her neck.

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