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𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲) 🍸

• he would last a couple of drinks and (or) shots until he became drunk

• definitely a happy/affectionate kind of guy when intoxicated

• he'd be hanging on to every word you say looking at you with his big hazel eyes

• mouth hanging agape cause he is so head over heels in love with you

• giggling and laughing at your jokes

• loverboy grinning so wide it could be mistaken as the sun

• his pupils would be soooo dilated

• his face would be flushed (esp. ears and nose or when cregan teases jace abt how smitten he is with you)

• his glasses would be sitting crooked on his aquiline nose (probebly from all the sloppy kisses he's giving you)

• stumbles over his words / asks really random questions like "when the weel was invented?" • "what i wanted to know ..."

• if your in a bar he'd be sitting close to you in one of those booths. he'd have his hands wrapped around your waist kissing your neck, lips anything he can

• if your at home ;) he'd have you on his lap leaving hickys everywhere the eye can see while his hands are sliding up your your shirt

• coming home from the bar you'd have to help him walk cause this boy decided shots were a good idea • " what! no this was cregan's ideeeaaa..."

• "you're so preeettttyyy" • "you're sooo beautiful"

• while walking home lowkey forgets your his girlfriend and gets shy. would ask if you had a boyfriend and when you say your happily taken, he's starts to pout.

• "w-whos the lucky g-guyy"

• "it's you love"

• jaces nearly jumps up and down bc of how happy he is

• sloppy and wet kisses 💋

• when you two finaly get home he practicly flops onto your shared bed • his hair is going into every direction yet it stilll holds it's beautiful curls you love so much

• while helping him get ready for bed he says something that never stops giving you butterflys

• "i love you"

• making sure his his medicine and a glass of water are on his bedside table (next to the framed photo of you two) you tuck both of you in

• jace's arms already circeling around your waist wanting needing to be as close to you as possible

• nuzzles into your neck needing to smell your perfume

• befor you fall asleep you say one last thing

• "i love you too"

A/N - 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫

this just randomly came to me this evening so I had to write a few headcanons ;)) i did get carried away...

hoped you enjoyed this lovlie! love to hear feedback! stay safe and take care 🫶🏻💋🫂

~ 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐞𝟒𝐮

The moon is very beautiful

I do not give permission for translations, to publish on other platforms

Warnings: the first is that I write a story in English, since this is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are spelling errors.

I like to put __________ instead of y/n

Without more to say I hope you enjoy this little imagine of the beautiful Jacaerys

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Alone with the moonlight lighting my way I make my way to a secluded spot in the garden, sit under a tree to mourn my distraught fiancé Jacaerys Velaryon, the prince who has stolen my heart since we were ten years old. the one who thought he was nothing more than my frustrated love, my friend or was. We used to be very close, but it took a moment for us to go from friends to enemies and now it turns out that father decided to commit me to irony; worse I have to fulfill his wish no one would tell King Viserys, except Daemon who does as he pleases.

I had him around today and to think that I supported Aemond when he made fun of him and his brothers makes me feel bad. But how can I turn against my twin, I can't, Aemond is the only one who is there for me whenever I need him, also how could he betray him when he lost an eye because of me; that's something that haunts me to this day, if only he had stopped his fight with Balea, Jace, Luc and Rhaena, and not just run away to avoid getting in trouble with mom, it's my fault, I know, but...

“Shouldn't you be in your bed ______?” That voice takes me out of my thoughts I know who it belongs to but I don't dare to turn to look at it. “You know it's rude not to look at a person when he's talking to you.

“What are you doing here Jacaerys?”

“You know they are also bad manners..”

“It's bad manners to answer a question with another I know, I'm just contemplating how beautiful the moon is “ I tell him turning to see him, and oh god he looks more beautiful with the reflection of the moon on his face and that smile, but I feel like I've watched too much so I better look at the sky again.

"It's true, the moon is very beautiful." I feel his gaze on me when he says the latter.  “Can I sit with you?”

“Go ahead “ I tell him, I watch out of the corner of my eye how he sits very close to me and leans against the tree, we remain in a quite comfortable silence, I watch the sky and he looks at me; until I decide to throw away.

"Don't answer my question," I say, still looking up at the sky.

”I-I wanted to imitate you for a walk, with Vermax and me so that we can talk a little about ourselves“ hearing him say that, I turn my face to see that he is already looking at me, now that I have him close I can see how his beautiful eyes shine more to the light of the Moon. ”But I didn't find you in your room and I remembered that you like to look at the moon from the garden.”

"You know I have my own dragon, right? And what do you want to tell me about Jace?” I say and I can see a little shade of red on his cheeks.

"Yeah how can I forget cute little Arman, and I want to talk to you about our-our marriage, I want us to get to know each other better before we get married next moon," he says and I feel a ripple. for every cell of my being when he takes it from one of my hands and brings it to her lips leaving a kiss on the back of it.

"Jace, I thought you hated me because of what happened with Aemond," I say in a whisper so low I don't know if he heard me, a silence forms and I decide to look away from him, but he grabs me. chin to make me look at him again.

"That wasn't your fault, besides how I can hate the girl who has always stolen my heart since we were kids, so what do you say, let's go for a walk, meet the new ______ and Jacaerys?" He tells me with a smile and his hand now caresses my face.

"S-sure, but how do we get to Vermax and Arman without being seen by the guards?"

"The same way we did it to stay here without being found out," he gives me a smile as he stands up and holds out a hand.

"Come on, little Storm.”

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reboolgs are welcome <3

fuck it, saddest part of the episode? jacaerys completely broken and still trying to look strong and focused in front of his mother and queen

Blood of Two, Joined as One

Pairing: Jacaerys x twin sister reader

Tags: sibling incest, smut, public sex, painted table sex, p. in v. sex, voyeurism (Daemon walks in)

Wordcount: 2,490

As you and your twin Jacaerys work through your frustrations at being left on the sidelines of the war, Daemon walks in and challenges you to finish what you have started.

Jacaerys Masterlist

Ash in the wind, that was how Jacaerys felt as the bastards were brought down to the pit to face divine justice—and they had, for the most part, and most of them had been punished for their arrogance. Jace knew he was being cruel in his thoughts, but his cruelty only equaled his sorrows.

He had refused to see it, to witness the potential ascent of lowborns towards glory, only one step away from his own birthright, which was now being refused to him.

For years he had strived to prove the rumors about his parentage to be wrong, or falsely founded—he had trained with the sword, learned High Valyrian, forged a deep bond with his own dragon, a green-winged beast that had been born to him. Now he felt all this had been in vain, and that his claim to his own inheritance would be washed away like footprints in the sand, blown away by the wind or smoothed over by the waves.

Jacaerys also admitted he felt no small amount of fear for his siblings, the three dark-haired dragonriders that came after him—two now, his mind corrected cruelly, and it made him want to cling to his brother and sister, but Joffrey was hidden away in the Vale and you were cold to him these days, and distant.

He knew he had only himself to blame, as he had been so solely focused on his own losses and frustrations that he had forgotten to consider yours. Rhaenyra had been even more protective of you than she was of him, refusing you to leave the island, and he had been inclined to agree with her.

Now he understood how undermined you had felt, and how deep it must have cut, coming from your twin no less. The two of you were the equal parts of a whole, and he had grown up knowing you would be his queen one day. Yet when the time had come to welcome you at his side and allow you to take part in the war as he had—going behind Rhaenyra’s back to secure passage to the Stark armies, standing up to her at council—he had refused you. 

The loss of Luke had only highlighted how fragile life was, and how devastating Vhagar’s strength could be, and it had carved a pit of utter terror into his heart that he would lose you as well, if you were not kept away from it all. 

The hour was growing late, but he had refused to attend supper with the new dragonriders, leaving that role to Baela and no doubt to you, but as he paced the Painted Table hall, trying to channel his frustrations, it was your voice that interrupted the whirlwind of his thoughts.

“Jacaerys?” came the call, and he turned to see you approach gently, as you would a spooked horse. He had never admitted to it, but the way you resorted to his full name more often than not made his spine shiver and possessiveness curl in his stomach.

“I thought you would be at supper,” he replied as you took the last step into the cold room, the hearth having been extinguished. The candles on the table were cold as well, and he scratched at the hard wax drippings on the edge of it.

“I said I would check on you,” you replied gently, but not as warm as you could be, as you came to stand beside him.

“I am sorry,” he whispered, and your hand on his arm did soothe him slightly. You leaned against the table, almost sitting on it while he stood facing it, his head low between his shoulders—it would only take you a breath to lean in and press your temple to his, but you did not.

His dismissive behavior these last few weeks had wounded you, and you blamed him for that streak of arrogance he possessed that only came out at the worst times. However you saw no use reprimanding him for it, as you could tell his personal sorrows were torment enough.

“Mother looked aggrieved, I can tell you had words for her,” you offered, and Jace gladly accepted the space you held out for him to relieve himself of his burdens.

“What are we to become, if anyone may lay claim to our inheritance?” he hissed, but it lacked his earlier fury. Instead his words were wavering, much like his resolve, and he found himself yearning for comfort rather than an argument. 

You pressed your forehead to hiss, humming soothingly as he took a trembling breath. Your hand slid down his arm to his hand, which was flat on the table, and the feeling of your skin did calm him slightly.

“Allow me to stand with you, from now on, and we shall defend our birthright together,” you said, and his answer came in the form of a slow, deep kiss. Jacaerys had a tendency to make great declarations, which you found both sweet and incensing, but at this moment his lips spoke instead of his words as he pressed into you firmly.

He sighed as you accepted him, melting into his kiss and reciprocating his sudden passion. His plump lips and agile tongue made you shiver, even more when he stepped aside as pressed against you, nudging your knees apart so he could stand between them. 

The both of you folded into the familiar embrace that had often been yours this past year, since your coming of age and subsequent betrothal—his hands found your waist as yours slid into his hair, his slim hips slotting perfectly in the cradle of your thighs.

Your breaths were hot and loud in the empty hall as you parted for air, but soon it was taken from your lungs again as your twin’s hand followed the crease of your hip to the inside of your thigh, pushing past the lapel of your dress. “Jace,” you sighed.

“I’ve longed for you these past few weeks, I need you,” he murmured, his dark eyes searching your face—for comfort, for approval, for answering desire, you could not say.

“Surely not here,” you inquired.

“Everyone is at supper. No one shall come to fetch us,” he said slowly, allowing you the time you needed to make your refusal known, but you did not, and instead your knees parted wider over his hips. “Don’t you long for me?”

You swallowed the last word of his question with a passionate kiss, your fingers tightening in his mane of rich curls, and you surprised yourself with how eager you were. It was true, you had yearned for him perhaps just as much as he had for you, and this disconnect had left you feeling unmoored, like a boat barely floating upon choppy waters.

“You know I long for you, always,” you replied, and your confession was met with the utmost enthusiasm. 

You were less expressive than your twin, less prone to declarations from the heart, and your words seemed to have sparked a fire within him—he reached below your smallclothes to press his thumb in tight circles over your pearl as his mouth fastened to the side of your neck.

For a long minute you allowed yourself this simple pleasure, that of his undivided attention, rocking your hips into his hand as he pressed himself to your inner thigh, seeking friction. “Quickly, then,” you conceded when two of his fingers slipped between your folds and into you with ease. 

Jace’s hand was slightly wet as he unbuckled his belt, pushed his doublet aside and unlaced his trousers—you both panted into each other’s mouth, your tongues curling together almost obscenely until he pushed into you in short, tentative thrusts.

The illicit nature of your embrace seemed to incense him and you loved this newfound boldness in him, even though he remained careful and patient as he took you, going for slow, shallow rolls of his hips. You took what he gave you, sitting fully on the table and clinging to his shoulders for leverage, your own hips grinding into his to seek pressure at your pearl.

The slow, quiet rhythm that was usually that of your coupling was familiar and still immensely satisfying, but you could tell there was a fire under Jace’s skin that such an embrace couldn’t reach—he was still shy and too correct sometimes, but your own lack of experience hindered you, and you were unsure what to offer him instead.

“Jace, maybe we should—” you started before a quiet noise interrupted you, in hindsight perhaps that of a door sliding across stones, and the two of you froze. Trembling and unable to keep his breath steady, Jacaerys shut his eyes in frustration, and the both of you waited, no doubt expecting the sound to be a solitary one.

However, quiet footsteps echoed in the hall and before realization and panic could set in, the swaggering figure of Daemon appeared from behind the staircase.

“Well, well, now I understand why there was no one to greet me in the pit,” he chuckled, and you hid your face in your twin’s shoulder as he cursed aloud, reaching for his doublet to hide himself when he would pull away. “Don’t be shy, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“If you would give us a minute,” Jacaerys stammered.

“Come on now, show me what you’ve got,” Daemon said in a low tone, approaching slowly, almost prowling. “You were bold enough to start fucking her here, surely you’re bold enough to finish it. Or finish her, at the least.”

You hid your face in Jaceaerys’ shoulder, but he could tell you weren’t wary—simply waiting, no doubt curious of what he would do. Your knees tightened around his waist as Daemon made an amused sound and cocked his hip on the edge of the table. “I heard about what our queen has been up to upstairs,” he spat, visibly displeased and perhaps even disgusted at the prospect. “Is that why you’re hiding here, defiling the table where she plots her war?”

At those words you slowly pushed back from your twin’s shoulder, lying back until your weight was resting on your elbows—Jacaerys hissed as you moved, the angle of your hips changing, your core clenching despite yourself. 

“Show me what you’re made of, boy,” Daemon said, almost challenging. “Your sister certainly knows what blood runs through her veins.”

At that Jacaerys looked upon you again, your dark hair spilling on the tabletop like dark rivers, your eyes fixed on him as you waited, curious to see if he would finally unleash the fire you could feel rushing beneath his skin.

Yours was flushed a dark pink, from your cheeks down to your chest, but your gaze was almost daring—you hooked your legs behind his knees, pulling him in, and there was an air of arrogance to him as he went back to the slow rhythm you had been enjoying before Daemon’s interruption.

He pushed himself forward, one of his hands coming to rest flat on the table, giving him more leverage as he thrusted into you, and soon your breaths picked up again, strangely incensed by your unexpected witness. It was barely a minute before he was interrupting again, his words almost biting.

“She’s your future queen, fuck her like she deserves,” he said like an accusation, and to your delight, Jacaerys rose to the bait.

He had never been anything but tender and gentle, hiding his baser urges in the fact that you were promised to each other from birth, a right given to you by the womb you had shared, rather than your family’s decisions. Even though your mother refused to have you married until the war was over and she had ascended her throne, you fully belonged to the other. 

You were bound together, but not by a formal betrothal, rather by the laws of the Gods, of nature itself. You had entered this world together and would leave it together—and Gods willing, you would reign together in-between. In the meantime, your mother had meant for you to wait until you could be wedded as her heirs, and for your union to be witnessed by all the lords you would rule over one day.

“I would not hurt you,” your twin said, reaching where your bodies were joined to press his thumb to your core in counterpoint with the rocking of his hips, perhaps to soothe the sudden sharpness of his thrusts. 

You shook your head, stretching your back on the table until you were fully lying on it, and you closed your eyes to the sharp heat that rose in your stomach—pleasure came to you in sudden waves rather than a mounting pressure, almost like the crack of a whip every time Jace bottomed out. Beads of sweat were making curls stick to his temples and you would have licked them if you could raise your back, but you were speared to the spot by this newfound vigor.

Pride burst in your chest at his demonstration, and you could tell the same feeling was spurring him on, strangely eager to prove he was indeed of dragon blood, and able to claim his sister with enough force and assurance.

You matched him thrust for thrust, rocking your hips into him until your pants morphed into whimpers, and you clapped your hand over your mouth, lest they turn into wails.

However Daemon ripped your arm from your face and held your palm flat to the table. “Let them hear,” he thundered. “Let these mongrels hear what it sounds like when true dragons claim one another.”

Jacaerys made a wounded sound at that, and you lost yourself to the darkness of his eyes, and the two of you didn’t need words to speak. Your betrothal had been consummated time and time again, up until his peak when he always pulled out, spilling his seed on your stomach—this time he would not, and the mere prospect was enough to make the tension at your core snap.

You held his gaze as your peak took over, long enough to see his own eyes close as his mouth dropped open and his hips faltered, his contained moans turning into rough groans as he spent himself inside of you.

Your head fell back on the hard table as you panted, your knees falling open once more as you unhooked your legs from his. At your side, Daemon released your hand and turned without a word, barely a satisfied hum. 

You were left wondering what the point of this show of force had been as Jace bent forward and rested his forehead on your chest while he chased his breath. 

“You shall be married before you fly out to war and be stronger for it,” Daemon announced over his shoulder as he climbed the steps leading to the royal quarters. “I will see to it myself.”

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My husband and my wives

TEAM BLACK🔛🔝

jace, after the dinner: why are you following me? helaena: we're friends now! jace: that's fine, but why is aemond also following me helaena: well, you see- aemond: we're a package deal, bitch. jace: but don't you hate- aemond: PACKAGE. DEAL.

Nepenthes

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(n.) Nepenthes is defined as a medicine for great sorrow. It is a place, person, or thing that can aid in forgetting one's pain and suffering. Aelora Targaryen was doomed. She was doomed from the moment she was born, for the mere fact that she was born a woman.

✧ Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!aunt!Targaryen

✧ Warnings: Abuse, Canon typical incest, Pregnancy, Childbirth, Misogyny, Mental Illness, Blood, Gore, Descriptions of miscarriages, Religious fanatics (the faith militant), Slightly OOC aegon (he isn't a complete ass), Death, Bodily and Eating disorders, Psychological Abuse, Imprisonment, Sexual assault, non-con/dub-con (not between main pairing), marital r@pe (she is literally 13 when she gets married), familial violence, Suicidal thoughts, Sexual content, etc.

Sexual content will be marked! Chaps with any potential triggers will be marked!

✧ Status: Incomplete

Character aesthetics

Aelora 'Ella' Targaryen

'I find myself lost in the precipice of my own mind.'

22. A motherless child. The Realm's joy. The people's princess. The broken. The young mother. The docile. The child bride. The pawn. The mad. The dreamer. The beloved sister of golden.

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Jacaerys 'Jace' Velaryon

'Then allow me to guide you to safety.'

18. The eldest child. The heir. The black prince. The worthy. The dutiful. The faithful. The loyal. The devoted. The beloved son of delight.

⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧

Excerpts from History:

History recounts how the marriage between the young yet ever dutiful black prince and the late wife of the Lord of the iron lands was arranged by the princess's elder brother, Prince Aegon Targaryen. It is that that the prince had learnt of his mother's plans to have his sister wed off to another lord, and was firmly against the notion. He approached his elder sister and the heir to the throne, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

The Lady regent of the Iron Lands was originally against the thought of remarriage at first, however, Prince Aegon was quick to persuade her to agree to the match stating that the black prince would be a better match than any other lord that their mother, Alicent Hightower, would place in front of her.

⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧

Indelible | Jacaerys Velaryon

(adj. impossible to erase or forget)

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

Sum: Jacaerys realises he should have listened to you and told everyone about the two of you too late...

Or was it too late?

or in which

Jacaerys breaks up with you two years after secretly dating you, and you get wind of his potential engagement to your cousin the heir to your family's company.

Word count: 3,692 (give or take:/ I edited it and wasn't bothered to recheck the wc)

Warnings: idk nothing much. I tried to avoid using y/n but ended up using it like thrice (I think)

a/n: Reader's mother is the second child of a huge businessman and took on her husband's name upon marriage, but has business ties (her maiden name is Dayne but its not a big deal). Reader's father is a well-respected lawyer but it's not relevant. Jace is heir to the Targaryen family business. He's a little slow and doesn't connect dots until later on lol.

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☆ Loving Jacaerys Velaryon was easy.

Keeping the fact that you loved him a secret was the hard part.

Two years.

For two years, you loved Jacaerys, and now you are hearing that his family was actively trying to set him up with your cousin.

What’s worse is that it makes perfect sense for them to get together.

Jacaerys is set to inherit the family company from his mother and your cousin is set to inherit your family's company from your uncle.

Why did he want to keep your relationship a secret in the first place? You didn't know, but you respected his decision nonetheless.

But two years of not being able to tell anyone?

You wanted to tell your parents and your older brother, you wanted to gossip with said cousin about your relationship, but Jace remained steadfast in his decision not to tell anyone.

He probably got fed up with you asking to become public and broke up with you, at least that was what you originally thought.

Two years of dates and I love you's gone just like that, all because Jace wanted to keep your relationship a secret and you were tired of not being able to tell anyone.

You had no interest in your mother's family company to be honest. No care for business or the likes, your interest is and will always lay within anthropology.

You loved it.

It was the perfect balance of history, science and mystery and everyone who knew you knew how much you loved a good mystery.

You loved the drama and the slight chaos whenever you got called in, and they say they found a body and having to find out what happened to it.

What was their story? What were they like? What was their life like? How did they end up like this?

Sometimes, it was a simple burial. Sometimes, it was an accidental death.

The murders were always the most interesting.

Of course, as an intern, you were usually not always assigned to the murder cases, but you always accepted any that came your way.

You loved the hunt, your curiosity always getting the best of you and the sense of relief, pride and justice that filled you once you found the identity of who was lying in front of you and who was responsible for it was always worth it.

You loved finding clues that helped catch the one responsible for the person's death, and being able to give families closure after their loved ones went missing was rewarding to you.

Yes, it was confronting and disgusting at times like the time a body was found at the landfill and you had to sift through weeks of rubbish to find missing bones (you were sure you would never be able to smell anything other than rotten food ever again) but you loved it regardless.

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You were once again sitting in the library at your corner.

It was one of your favourite spots on campus.

The window provided a perfect distraction when she needed a little break from her work. It was far enough from the other tables that no one bothered her but close enough that she could watch people go about their day when she was bored.

The shelfs also obscured their line of view of the table giving you privacy was always an added bonus. 

“Having fun, pretty girl?”

You blink, shifting your gaze away from the window where you had been watching what seemed to be a very heated fight between a couple. You smile at your boyfriend. 

“Hey,” You said. “You're here earlier than normal.”

Jace sits down next to you, letting his bag drop from his shoulder onto the floor.

“Finished early.”

“You look tired,” you said, taking note of the light dark circles under his eyes. 

“Cause I am,” Jace groans, leaning into you. He practically shoves his face into the crook of your neck.

You shift sideways so he can rest his head comfortably and run your hand through his hair gently undoing any notes made from the wind outside.

“You should go home and sleep if you're tired, Jace.”

“Don’t wanna,” Jacaerys responds, not bothering to move his head from the crook of your neck. “Just wanna be here with you.”

You can’t help the upward tug of your lips.

“Careful Velaryon, someone might assume that you're obsessed with me.”

Jace huffs out a laugh, finally lifting his head and sitting back. 

“They would assume correctly. What are you doing later?”

“I don’t know,” You shrug. “But it seems like you know what I’m going to do.”

Jace grins, grabbing his bag from the floor and digging around it before pulling out two tickets. “You are going to go visit that new exhibit at the museum with me.”

“You got tickets?" You can't hide your excitement. "How? I tried getting them for weeks but they were sold out, I even asked mum if she could pull some strings.”

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” Jace smiles. "You were going to ask your mum to get you tickets?"

You shrug lightly, grabbing the tickets from him, inspecting them before you all but throw yourself at him, hugging him. You pull away but grab one of his hands intertwining your fingers with his. 

Jace nods along to your random facts about Egyptian history as he watches your eyes light up as you giggle and ramble on about the exhibit, squeezing your hand, bringing it up to his lip and kissing the back of it. 

You barely react to the affection, already gotten used to the gestures and continue talking about Ramesses the great and his military accomplishments.

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Your first thought was that it was your fault.

Clearly, you must have done something wrong for Jace to break up with you.

You rack your brains for weeks afterwards to try and figure out what you've done wrong, but as you sit there in your little corner of the library, you realise you've done absolutely nothing wrong.

So then you wonder, why would he break up with you?

Was it because you brought up the fact of a public relationship more often than not these days? Did he suddenly think you weren’t pretty enough? Or were you and your random rants now annoying to him?

The tip of the pencil you had been using to draw snaps.

You thought it would be easy to get over him. After all no one knew you two were together so you weren't getting constant pity glances.

Turns out it was harder. Way harder.

You didn't have anyone to rant to, no one to lean on or cry to and you were practically at the end of your patience, about to call your brother and spill everything to him when you heard someone call your name.

"Oh my god finally!"

You turn only to be met with your best friend Baela, who coincidentally was also Jace's cousin. You smile at her, forcing yourself to push your previous thoughts to the back of your mind.

"What's got you so excited?" You ask her.

She plops down on the seat next to you.

“Why are you so hard to find?”

You laugh. “I’m always here Baela. You know that.”

She rolls her hands before leaning forward. You notice the glint in her eyes. Mischief. Her eyes were basically the same as Jace’s aside from the colour difference.

“It’s Jace,” she said. “Mum told me that Aunt Rhae was trying to set him up with Elise Dayne.”

You freeze slightly. “What?”

“I know! I was shocked as well!” Baela smiles, not realising the bombshell she had just dropped on you. 

“Elise Dayne?”

Baela nods and rambles on about how she had seen Elise and Jace on a date the other day and how cute they had looked together. You smile and nod along but all you can think about was this was why he broke up with you.

Baela leaves to go to class but only after after telling you everything.

She leaves and you sit there for what felt like hours trying to wrap your head around what she had told you.

Jacaerys had broken up with you only to get together with your cousin. 

You gather your things and walk to your car.

With your hands on the wheel you scream before you start laughing.

The laugh turns into choked out sobs as you let yourself cry for the first time since Jace left you.

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Seeing Jacaerys walk into your family home with his family had not been in your plans for tonight.

Frankly, if you had known this very important and must not miss family meeting was to officially announce his engagement to your cousin, you would have accepted that case on the unknown skeleton they found last week or gotten your professors to make something up so you could have an excuse not to turn up.

Instead, here you are, forced to stand and watch Jace smile and greet your cousin and her parents. 

You stand in a corner next to your brother, tongue poking the inside of your cheek in slight annoyance.

You can tell the exact moment Jacaerys notices your presence. 

You send him an overly sweet smile and watch him falter, confusion and something else flashing in his eyes before he blinks and puts his mask back up, turning and shaking your mother’s hand.

He had always been good at that, pretending that nothing was bothering him.

Your mother smiles and turns to you and your brother. Your brother nudges you, and you quickly plaster a pleasant smile on your face.

“This is my daughter and my oldest.”

Your brother shakes Jace’s hand and introduces him. Jacaerys turns his attention to you. 

“Hi,” you smile, reaching out and shaking his hand. “Y/n. Pleasure to meet you.”

You watch him gulp, smile and greet you back.

You keep your distance and stay quiet the entire time the two families eat. You know your brother has noticed because he keeps sending you odd looks, but you brush them off, not bothering to pay him any mind or explain your current predicament to him.

What does bother you is Jace.

He keeps looking over at you, most of the time it’s short glances but sometimes you can feel his gaze boring into the side of your head as you answer the questions his brothers, Lucerys and Joffery ask about your degree, his mother occasionally asking a few of her own.

You make sure to keep your answers brief. Your degree was hardly dinner conversation, and you didn't want anyone's dinner resurfacing in any way.

You make sure to turn to him and give him a smile. He snaps out of his daze every time, blinking a couple of times before tuning back into whatever your cousin was talking about.

At some point in the night, you get up, telling your brother you needed to get something from your room.

You don’t notice Jace’s eyes following you as you walk away, and you sure as hell don’t hear him excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

You startle slightly as you feel someone grab your wrist. You don’t even need to turn around to realise who it was.

The soft scent of sandalwood tells you enough.

“What are you doing?” you hiss under your breath, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one had seen the both of you before pulling him into your room. 

Jace looks around, taking in his surroundings.

He can’t really help it. It was the first time he had been in your room. He notices the photo wall full of polaroids you told him about making and the string of fairy lights you had bought together after convincing him to go shopping together. 

“I didn’t know you were related to her,” Jace said.

“I told you who my mother was,” you scoff. “It was pretty fucking obvious Jace.”

Neither of you notice the person standing by the door, listening in on the conversation through the slight crack.

“Well you could have straight up told me,” Jace argues.

“You're arguing with me because I didn’t give you my mother’s government name? Are you serious? I told you her name, where she worked and what she did. I even told you she was helping coordinate that joint event with your mother! I couldn’t have been more obvious, it’s not my fault you couldn’t put two and two together!”

Jace opens and closes his mouth. It's not like she was wrong.

“This,” you whisper. “This is why you broke up with me? If you had known, would you have stayed? Would you have let me tell everyone that we dated?”

Jace winces at your harsh tone but otherwise stays silent, giving you your answer. 

“I can’t believe you.”

“You think I wanted this?” Jace said. “You think I knew my parents were gonna set me up with her?”

“Clearly you did since you refused to tell anyone about us.”

“That’s not -”

“Don’t,” you cut him off. “Just don’t.”

You sigh and shake your head.

“You need to go. Leave first, and then I can follow after a couple of minutes.”

Jace grabs your hand before you can push him towards the door. “Wait, just -”

“You need to go,” you repeat. “If you haven’t noticed your fiancé-to-be is down the hall along with the rest of my family and we both have better things to do then stand here and argue over a topic we already know our stance on. Also, I have somewhere I need to be.”

With that, you pull your hand away from his and walk away. He follows you into the hallway, hears you say bye to your family, and watches you turn to leave.

Fuck.

How was he going to fix this?

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Looking back on it, Jacaerys really didn't know how he didn't put two and two together.

He had met your mother on numerous occasions considering that she worked with his mother for joint events and whatnot.

You were practically a carbon copy of your mother as well. 

The hair, the eyes, the intellect. Everything about you screamed Dayne and his stupid brain couldn’t piece together the fact that you were related. 

How the fuck did he not know?

All those times when you had told him your mother was away on business and he had commented that his mother was gone as well. 

He groans, running a hand down his face. 

Rhaenyra, who had been standing by the doorway for the past five minutes watching her son have what looked like a mental breakdown, finally decides to make her presence known.

It was time to talk some sense into her son.

“Jace.”

“Mother.”

“Can I come in?” His mother asks. 

Jace nods and she walks into the room.

“Want to tell me what’s on your mind?” she questions. “Luke is complaining about your constant groans.”

Jace normally would have laughed but all he can do is sigh. 

“What’s wrong, Jace?” his mother asks again.

“I messed up,” Jace mutters. “Really bad, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

His mother nods, walking forward and sits beside him on the bed. 

“Why don’t you tell me everything so I can help?”

Jace looks at her, hesitates for a moment before the flood gates open, and he tells her everything. 

He tells her about how you two met, about your first date, about how he wanted to keep your relationship a secret, and you had been okay with that for a while.

He tells her how he broke up with you because she wanted him to get together with your cousin. 

He doesn’t leave anything out, and his mother just sits and listens to everything. 

When he’s done she stays quiet.

“Jace,” she asks softly. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Jace forces himself to hold back the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

“I don’t know. I don’t -” he shakes his head. “I was afraid that you wouldn’t approve, and I didn’t want to lose her, but I guess it’s too late for that now.”

Rhaenyra reaches out and holds his hands. 

“If I had known you loved someone like that,” she said. “I wouldn’t have set you up. I would never deny you your happiness. Even if she wasn’t what I envisioned for you, I wouldn’t have made you leave her, Jacaerys.”

His bottom lip wobbles. “What do I do now?”

Rhaenyra smiles and whips away a stray tear from his cheek.

“Jace?”

He hums.

“Do you like her?”

“What?”

“Do you like her?”

“I love her,” Jace said. “A lot.”

His mother smiles. “Then what are you doing here?”

He stays quiet, blinking at his mother.

“If you love her, why aren’t you with her?” His mother said. “Go get her back, Jace. If you love her, fight for her.”

Jacaerys stands up quickly and nods. He grabs a jacket from his chair and is gone the next second.

Rhaenyra watches him leave shaking her head with a soft smile.

That foolish boy.

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You were on campus, specifically at the building where your professors kept the unidentified bodies that had been sent over after being found.

You weren't allowed to have phones near the workstations or the bodies and even if you were you would have never bothered to bring it up with you.

Who in their right mind wants to touch their phone with people juice on their hands, regardless of whether or not you were wearing gloves?

Not to mention that you would have kept having to change your gloves as well, and that would do your head in. 

Your phone was in your bag, which in turn was in your personal locker outside, which meant you had no idea that Jacaerys had been trying to get a hold of you for the past hour.

You had no idea that he was calling you or texting you to ask for your whereabouts. 

Luckily for him, you were slightly predictable. 

You had just finished writing down your notes for the Jane Doe in front of you and making sure her bones were locked away and secure. 

You swiped your student card into the security slot, and the doors outside opened. Smiling and waving to the security guards stationed outside the lab, you grabbed your bag from the the opposite wall, holding the lockers.

You push open the door and stop short.

It was raining, because of course it was. 

You put your notes in your bag and started walking to your car, which was conveniently parked at the far end of the parking lot. 

You had been too busy re-reading and protecting your over your notes while speed-walking to your car to realise that Jacaerys had been waiting outside waiting for you.

You couldn’t hear him call your name over the sound of the rain.

When the rain suddenly stops falling on you, you look up only to be met with the slight of an umbrella. 

You turn confused and are met with a panting Jacaerys.

“You walk really fast,” he said, slightly bent over as he caught his breath.

You just stare at him. “What are you doing here?”

He stands up straighter. 

“Uh, I came to apologise.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” Jace said. “For everything. I’m sorry for being stupid and not putting two and two together. For keeping us a secret and breaking up with you. I’m sorry.”

“Where is this coming from?” you question.

“I came to a realisation,” Jace answered. “I can’t live without you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Is that right?”

“I hate the fact that we aren’t together anymore. I hate the fact that I didn’t tell anybody we were together,” Jace said. “I hate being away with you. I hate not being with you. I hate not being able to hold and tell you I love you every day. I’ll do better this time. I swear it.”

“Careful Velaryon,” you say, stepping forward. “People could assume you are obsessed with me.”

Jace’s lips tug upwards, and he nods, closing the gap between the two of you completely, leaning down.

“They would assume correctly.” 

The world around the two of you fades into the background as he leans forward, his lips brushing against yours. 

The air around the both of you seemed to warm. You don’t know who leans in first, and you don’t care. 

All you cared about was the fact that Jacaerys was kissing you again. That he was yours again.

Your eyes flutter close as your lips meet, and the umbrella protecting the two of you from the rain drops to the floor as he pulls you closer.

You don’t register that you drop your bag to hold onto his collar and pull him even closer. 

You could have sworn lighting flashed through the sky as your lips met, but maybe that was you imagining things. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to kiss him. 

Those sparks when your lips touched his, that feeling of something more.

Of something real.

Your heart skips a beat

“You know you’re stuck with me forever now right?” Jace said as he pulled away smiling.

You laugh and Jace sees that familiar sparkle of light in your eyes. The ones that remind him of stars.

“I think it’s you that’s stuck with me.”

He grins leaning in to kiss you again. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” you smile into the kiss.

A particularly cold and harsh gust of wind coupled with the booming sound of thunder breaks the moment and you shiver.

Jace goes to pick up the umbrella that had fallen. Luckily, the wind hadn't carried it too far off.

Your eyes follow him before they fall on your wet bag on the floor. The bag that had your notes. The bag that held the notes that you had been painstakingly working on for the past few hours. 

You scream, causing Jace to jump.

“You little shit! You made me drop my notes! I take it back! I hate you!”

Jacaerys laughs as you pick up your bag and hit him with it. He runs away as you chase him in the rain, cursing him out for letting you ruin your notes. 

You really wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Well, except maybe with dry notes. 

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