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Jace: Have you been drinking enough water?

Aegon: Sometimes tears drop into my mouth

Jace: I —

Aegon: can I say something that might be racist?

Jace (suspiciously): what ru trying to say

Aegon: so I’ve been thinking about if Baela, you and I go to bed together we would be like an inside-out Oreo

Jace:

Jace: For starter it’s not racist it’s horribly creepy

Jace: Also as your husband I promise you never have the chance

Aegon: :(☹️

NSFW!

Just a clip of Jacegon smut scene. Very short.

Jacaerys x Aegon

Under the background they are secret lovers.

Aegon let out a groan, white seeds spilling over them both. His whole body shuddered, the soft flesh of his wall becoming so hot and tight in a heartbeat.

"Fuck." Jace let out a low growl, feeling his cock twitch. He pinched Aegon's crotch and thrust as deep as he could. Until he stopped and came inside Aegon.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were their undulating gasps. The orgasm had completely relaxed Jace. He leaned against Aegon, humming indistinctly, never so satisfied. Aegon wrapped his arms around the other one's waist and stroked gently back and forth across his back, brushing his lips against the corner of the brown-haired’s forehead.

A car drove by in the street below the apartment. The headlights shone on the ceiling and swept past momentarily. Leaving them in the hidden darkness.

Jace stared at the older, his cheeks still flushed, his silver hair damp, absent-mindedly and in his wandering thoughts. Jace suddenly straightened up and kissed Aegon's forehead, firm and hard, for no apparent reason.

"Can you imagine how much I love you?"

Heartbreaking words, beautiful as pearls. A tear fell from the corner of Aegon's eye and was soaked by his hairline. He wook up only to find no one was in the room.

Do you miss the one who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?

..

..

Do you too miss the one who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?

Modern AU (they are not uncles/nephews)

When Jacegon having an argument

Jace: you are kidding i can’t quit my job

Aegon: why not? you said you hate it

Jace: well, the rent, the food, the gas, the nice ice cream and fancy clothes you like???

Aegon: Oh that...you don’t need to worry actually. I can provide.

Jace: with what? I never saw you work for a single day.

Aegon: my father’s million dollar legacy. Did I forget to mention?

Jace:

Jace: you are a parasite.

Aegon: i know. I’m a cute one.

Low-key wondering (hoping lol) if you will be making anymore gif sets about the forced marriage au between jace and aegon🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Thanks for liking it! (somehow i didn't see this ask till i logged in on my laptop)

I wrote another clip and hope you guys enjoy it. (i don't know why it getting longer and longer...)

Continuing on this thread

Warning: alpha King!Jacaerys x omega! Aegon; forced marriage; black wining the war; Lucemond mentioned

They made a brief stop in Pentos.

Had been traveling west for six days in a bumpy carriage, Aegon did try hard not to throw up on Jace's boots. Considering that he is King now it would've been a terribe act of crime.

He was plotting a way to escape till they reached a manse, but no sooner did he lower himself into the hot water and close his eyes than he was fast asleep. He woke naked on a goose-down feather bed so soft as if he had been swallowed by a cloud. There was no one else in the dim chamber, only two knights guarding outside that he peeked through the door.

So he came to the window. New spring grass seemed soft enough. He casually threw on some robe and jumped out of it. Everything went suprisingly smooth—no one noticed; no one followed. He saw cherry trees stood sentinel around a marble pool. The yard here was stupidly big, from where he started his explore.

He saw three gates during his wanderings - the main entrance with its gatehouse, a postern by the kennels, and a garden gate hidden behind pale ivy. The last was chained, the others guarded.

No wonder Jacaerys found no need to send someone watching over him. He knew it was impossible for him to get out, by himself. How cunning. He thought. Everyone he met either ignored him or spoke a strange language he could not comprehend. They weren't talking to him anyway, not to mention offering help.

The futile efforts made Ageon dizzy, so afterward he went back to the chamber, curled up, and shut his eyes, drowning in the feather bed once more until a soft voice woke him up.

"My prince," a servant girl stood next to the bed, speaking the common tongue, "your bath awaits. His grace expects you at table within the hour."

He rubbed his eyes, "I was having the best dream of my life." He didn't. He slept sound and deep. The last time felt like forever ago.

"Apology, my prince." She fetched a new robe for him, so much more delicate and gorgeous than the last one, decorated with intricate lace of Myr and rubies in the shape of tears, "It is my honor to present the dress to you, my prince. Look at the color. It brings out the beautiful purple in your eyes. "

He propped himself against the pillows, "I'm not wearing that. And stop calling me prince."

She seemed so well-trained, "Whatever you say, my lord."

As he bathed, the girl washed his feet, scrubbed his back, and brushed his hair. The black color was not easily washed away though. Afterward she rubbed sweet-smelling ointment into his neck, arms and calves, and dressed him once again in the old robe.

Jacaerys was reading a massive book in candlelight by the wide dinner table when he stepped in. A chronicle, Aegon guessed. His brown hair has grown much longer and curlier than the way he remembered. Despite sitting, his oldest nephew still appeared broad-shouldered and tall.

He looks different. Aegon thought, he looks like a man now.

"It seems you are finally cleared of fleas, uncle. Baths agree with you." The young alpha looked up at him and smiled, "Come sit."

Aegon cautiously took a seat in the only remaining chair, "Last time we dinned together you were still short."

He countered the remark, "Last time we dinned together your hair was still blonde." He signalled the servants, “I assume you hungry?"

The serving men came running. They began with a broth of crab and monkfish, and cold egg lime soup as well. Then came quails in honey, a saddle of lamb, goose livers drowned in wine and buttered parsnips. 

The sight of it all made Aegon feel queasy. Jace gestured to him with a glass of wine. He was wearing a long velvet shirt emblazoned with the royal sigil, the three-headed dragon.

"Are you truly King now? I didn't see your crown." He asked with deliberate acerbity.

"You get to see me in crown as soon as we return the Keep." He responded calmly.

"The country is still running even when her ruler is absent, huh?"

Jace gave a soft smile, not offended at all, "My excellent small council allows me to take a small break."

Something changed in his nephew. He is no longer the reckless alpha that was so easily provoked and showed everything on his face.

Aegon felt discouraged as he forced himself to try a spoon of soup, and once he had tasted it he was lost. He had never eaten so well. Life in exile has little to do with luxurious food, or even complete meals. Not that he minded, but only in this moment he started to remember how good it was to be noble.

He did not realized he was that hungry. As he was sucking the meat off the bones of his quail, he noticed Jacaerys was staring at him without touching his plate. Indeed he was eating without a single sense of grace of a queen or a prince. How wonderful. He mused, the sooner Jace found him repulsive, the sooner he can get himself out of this hell. So he didn’t give a care. "I see you learned some magic tricks, nephew." Jace frowned. Aegon stifled a laugh and explained “You could full your stomach just by staring at me.”

"You slept too long. I already ate ahead." Jace added unnecessarily, "Plus I like watching you eating."

He rolled his eyes, "You'd like it better when I drink." He asked another sharp question, "Why didn't you ride your dragon? That one called Wellax? "

"Vermax. " He wiped the corner of Aegon's mouth with a towel , said candidly, "He was still recovering from the war wounds. I don't want him to fly for excessively long."

"Hmm, the Greyjoy's rebellion?"

Jace raised his eyebrows, "I am surprised you knew that."

Of course Aegon knew that. He heard this great usurper war even across the sea. About three years ago, House of the Kraken ambushed the Velaryon fleets and declared war against the Iron Throne. Lys, Myr and Tyrosh joined them as well. He heard Prince Jacaery led the Royal Army himself and fought besides the brave Cregan Stark, lord of the northerners. He heard the Wirewolf's bastard sister Sara Snow followed them to the battlefield too. And there was his brother —Aemond Targaryen, he and his monster dargon Vaghar were the shinest stars during the war.

"They said my dear brother burned the Iron Islands to ashes."

"He also killed the rebel leader Dalton himself in a one-on-one combat."

"I believe the Iron Islanders thanked him greatly for that —Now people only fear our house more. You gave my war criminal brother a nice excuse."

"I didn't give anyone excuses. It was the ironborns who started the fire."

"So before the fire lighted, Dalton Greyjoy didn't stealed Lucerys and kept him captive then? Or Aemond was simply sitting at home out of his respect for you?"

Jace took a deep breath faced with his sarcasm, "Luke is my brother, my blood. I would do anything for his safety. But I was not impulsive enough to start a war against one of the seven kingdoms because they had Luke. I know Aemond wanted that more than anything. But I was the Chief Commander. They rejected the peace deal and they started a rebellion first. I had no choice but to defeat and destroy them. Believe it or not, that's the truth."

"It made senses. You are your mama's boy, after all." Aegon finally commented with a mocking smile.

“I see you heard a lot in the east.” Jace's eyes started glittering with anger. Aegon smelled victory.

“I heard more that that." He took a big gulp of pale Pentoshi ambers,"I heard our precious prince, the heir to the iron throne, had an affair with the little wolf girl. Love in the flames of war, how beautiful. I kept wondering why you didn't marry her? You must've thought a bastard girl wouldn't be good enough for you."

Suddenly Jace placed his glass heavily on the table. He stared at Aegon in dead silence for a few seconds, long enough to seem like a century. Aegon was beginning to regret it. The alpha would be infuriated if he truly loved that girl. He had only wanted to provoke his nephew; he didn't want to die. He loved his life, sweet and could-be-short life.

Alpha stood up and walked over to Aegon, leaning down to cup his face gently.

"Never address me like that again, Egg. My patience is never limitless." His eyes and movements conveyed a completely different message.

Then Aegon felt it—something overwhelming, powerful, something disabling him of talking back or moving a bit, something belonging to a superior alpha or King. Now that his figure was so close, his scents were clearer than ever. Jace smelled so good, a full-fledged alpha - fresh pine needles, fuzzy animal musk, blood, cum, spicy tobacco.

“You smell like fucking home.” He said without thinking. Then immediately bit his tongue in regret. Where the hell did that come from?

Jace's expression softened, "Do you miss home, Egg?"

He shook his head, then nodded, "A little, maybe. Though I know no one misses me at all."

“We all miss you, silly. You've gone for ten whole years. " He sat back next to Aegon and cut him a piece of goose liver with a knife. “At every family dinner, we saved you a seat and wish you could show up.”

Aegon lost all his appetite when it came to this topic, “Haha, very funny. I almost buy it.”

Jace watched him pouring another cup of Dornish Red, "Queen Alicent sometimes sat in your old room and weeping." He said in a soft voice, "And Aemond, he never said a thing. But he named his seond son Aegon, in the fifth year you left. Even Rhaenyra, she used to tell us the story how she played wooden dragons with you when you were little."

"Is toying with me fun enough for you?" He lost it, tears collecting in his lavender eyes, "I know they hated me. Everyone hated me! You expect me to believe suddenly I became a good son, a good brother that everyone missed sickly? ”

No one ever loved him. Not his father who loved only his first wife and her child, not his mother who was only content with Aemond, not his sister who seemed so relieved when she found she didn't have to marry him.... He was everybody’s disappointment. This seemed like a only good job he exceled at. That was why he fled.

"Who said that? ”Jace was half-surprised-half angry, "You can't put yourself down like this."

"I was never the one anyone wanted."

Jace was ridiculous enough to laugh, "But I want you." He took his hand and kissed his knuckles.

"..No!" Aegon retracted his hand like he'd been electrocuted. Alpha's scent was so close that it annoyed and agitated him.

He never felt so crestfallen, "Jace, Jacaerys Targaryen, listen, this is no fun anymore. I lose the game. I give up."

"Come home with me then."

"NO!" He almost freaked out, "Can't you see what kind of person I am? Do you know what I have been through? I was a Omega in exile."

"I don't care that much." There was a certain darkness in his tone, "You were my Queen. You still are."

Aegon doubted the only one that remembered the seven kingdom once had a queen is Jacaerys himself.

"No one liked it. No one likes it still."

"You'll see when we return the Keep." He shrugged, “There's a coronation awaiting.""

What if Omega!Aegon was married to Beta!Helaena

one year later Aegon delivered silver-haired twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Everyone was happy especially Alicent who was so proud that her bloodline gave the “purest” Targaryen-looking kids, not like Rhaenyra’s.

Then there comes Maelor, a healthy strong boy with hair brown as autumn leaves, brown wide eyes as well. Aegon was tired, sweaty but thrilled, holding his baby like he’s made of glass. Helaena was thrilled. Viserys was content. Alicent looked like she’s having a faint.

She declared to the country she’s so happy as a grandmother that the baby got “her hair”. But inside the Keep she kept pressing ageon about who was real father.

Egg: i don’t understand the question. I thought you were happy about my little angel.

Alicent: you think I am an idiot? Who was it? Don’t tell me it was some tramp knight in the flea bottom.

Egg: whatever you say dear mom

Alicent: don’t be smug. You shamed our family as you always do. I won’t let that bastard of yours near the throne. He ain’t getting any title or lands when he comes of age.

Egg: could you please not call my son bastard? He’s my true born. As much as I’m yours.

Alicent: God I wish I hadn’t. Take the bastard boy out of my sight. 

Aegon holding the baby walking to the door when Alicent stopped him, “You need to name Jaehaerys your heir and announce his and Jaehaera’s engagement tomorrow. To enhance their claim and keep bloodline pure like what I arrange for you and your sister.”

Egg: You can’t be serious! They are still babies!

Alicent: The decision is made. You want to disobey your mother and Queen?

Egg: you want to know the real father? Fine i tell you. maelor’s father is the same tramp who fathered the twin. The three of them share the same “bastard” blood. I hope this satisfied you, YOUR GRACE.

He left in triumph, never feeling so well

Meanwhile on Dragonstone:

Jacaerys sneezed*

Lucerys: you okay?

Jacaerys: yah i think someone just called me names.

Jace: I'm the type to restart a song cause i got distracted and wasn't appreciating it enough

Aegon: Funny you never thought about that during our sex when you got distracted and wasn’t appreciating me enough

Jace: I —

Jace to Luke: I sent Aegon a selfie half an hour ago but he hasn’t replied. Do you think he may not like it???

Meanwhile Aegon to Aemond: bro how do you spell gorjus?

Modern AU - during pregnancy

Aegon: so who’s ready to hit the ice?

Jace: what? didn’t the doctor say you needed to take it easy now?

Aegon: oh that’s just one of those things they have to say, like ‘you can’t drink when you’re with baby’ blabla

Jace: *laugh….but you are not REALLY drinking, right?

Aegon: no of course not

Aegon: but promise me don’t check the liquor cabinet sweetie

Jace:

Jace: Aegon i swear to god—

me encanto la idea de jacegon married!

"Sonríe siempre, sé amable, no hagas comentarios irónicos sobre la empresa.... Por favor, Aegon".

- Caballeros, este es Aegon. - Jace me da un beso detrás de la oreja, siento que su barba raída me hace cosquillas.

- Mi marido. Amor, este es nuestro nuevo compañeros, Sr. Stark, y este es Sr. Greyjoy.

El moreno sonríe con fuerza.

- Oh, vamos, Jace. Ahórranos tanta sutileza. Puedes llamarme Cregan, Aegon. Jace Habla mucho de ti.

- Encantado de conocerte, Cregan.

- Jace me dijo que eres compositor.

¿Lo hizo? Creo. No recuerdo la última vez que Jace se tomó el tiempo de escucharme cantar algo. La última vez se rió y dijo que estaba haciendo todo lo posible para que nuestro futuro fuera más seguro y cómodo, como si eso justificara siempre su ausencia y frialdad.

Desde entonces, apenas escribo nada y, cuando lo hago, me lo guardo para mí. Siento que se siente agradecido, pero veo que sigue siendo la única excusa que puede dar para no tener un marido como ellos. Con gomina en el pelo. Lazos en línea. Pulseras en su justa medida.

Sólo sonrío.

- Sí", respondo.

No se me ocurre nada. Miro a Jace para que cambie de tema, porque siempre sé adónde va. Siempre me preguntan si estoy trabajando en algo. Si estoy en un sello discográfico. Si he acertado. Esperan que sea tan prometedor como Jace, pero siempre sé las respuestas.

No, no, no.

- Es increíble. - Jace dice. - Caballeros, si no les importa, voy a enseñarle algunas cosas. Disfruta de la fiesta.

- Gracias", dice el Sr. Stark con una sonrisa en la cara. - El me mira. - Tienes suerte.

Ese también es viejo. He oído que tengo suerte de tener a Jace todo el tiempo. No puedo mentir, siempre me he sentido afortunada de tenerlo. Pero hoy, me siento agotada por no tenerlo conmigo.

Siento su mano en mi cintura. Cojo una copa de champán y me la trago de golpe. Me lleva fuera, a un jardín oscuro y vacío. Quiero llorar sobre su pecho, pero me contengo. El día es importante para él. Tomo nota cada segundo antes de abrir la boca. Necesito seguir toda la noche sin arrebatos ni lágrimas.

- ¿Va todo bien?", pregunta.

- Estoy bien. Sólo un poco cansado. - le respondo, cogiéndole la mano y entrelazando nuestros dedos. No sé cuánto tiempo podremos estar así, así que necesito que dure lo suficiente para matar el anhelo.

Me besa la frente.

- Te quiero. ¿Podemos quedarnos hasta el final y parecer un poco más felices?

Apoyo la cabeza en su pecho, pero no lloro.

- Me alegro por ti. - Intento discutir, pero en realidad no sé lo que siento. Si estoy triste o enfadado, si estoy contento o simplemente amargado. - Estoy orgulloso de ti y aquí estoy.

- De acuerdo. - responde. - ¿Volvemos?

- ¿Me das un beso?

Me permito preguntar. Me siento lo suficientemente melancólica como para suplicar un beso porque mi pecho arde por tu afecto. Sé que me quieres, pero hace tiempo que no prestas atención a eso. Así que no me importa. Él responde "claro", con sus delicadas manos en mi cuello siento sus labios en los míos, con sabor a alcohol, pero la ligereza con la que mueve su boca contra la mía me da más vértigo. Jace me besa lentamente y yo le sigo al mismo ritmo. Su cuerpo parece tener un imán que me acerca. Mis manos acarician su cara. Los recuerdos llenan mi visión.

Te echo de menos, quiero decir. Luego me da un beso rápido, una simple caricia y sonríe.

- Vamos.

Y le tiende la mano. Y yo le sigo.

tengo algunas ideas mas

OMG ITS SO BEAUTIFUL AND HEARTBREAKING! I LOVE THIS THREAD!!!

(I couldn’t read español so I found some help. please allow me to copy the English version of your words below)

I know the translation must’ve killed something. But the story is so delicately hurtful already. I could felt Aeg’s deeply repressed melancholy between lines which sadly Jace couldn’t read into.

(Can I say I love the line Jace told him “could we go back and you look a little happier? It brought a cold husband!Jace to life and gave me goose bumps)

Please you said you have more ideas please spill them on me!!!! I’m dying waiting🥺🥺💞

From dear anon:

i loved the idea of jacegon married!

"Smile always, be kind, don't make ironic remarks about the company.... Please Aegon."

- Gentlemen, this is Aegon. - Jace gives me a kiss behind my ear, I feel his scraggly beard tickle me.

- My husband. Love, this is our new companion, Mr. Stark, and this is Mr. Greyjoy.

The dark-haired man smiles brightly.

- Oh, come on, Jace. Spare us all the subtlety. You can call me Cregan, Aegon. Jace talks about you a lot.

- Nice to meet you, Cregan.

- Jace tells me you're a composer.

Did he? I think. I can't remember the last time Jace took the time to listen to me sing something. The last time he laughed and said he was doing everything he could to make our future safer and more comfortable, as if that always justified his absence and coldness.

Since then, I hardly write anything, and when I do, I keep it to myself. I sense that he feels grateful, but I see that it's still the only excuse he can give for not having a husband like them. With hair gel in his hair. Bows on a line. Bracelets in just the right amount.

I just smile.

- Yes, I reply.

I can't think of anything. I look at Jace to change the subject, because I always know where he's going. They always ask me if I'm working on something. If I'm on a record label. If I've got it right.

They expect me to be as promising as Jace, but I always know the answers.

No, no, no.

- It's amazing. - Jace says. - Gentlemen, if you don't mind, I'm going to show him a few things. Enjoy the party.

- Thank you," Mr. Stark says with a smile on his face. - He looks at me. - You're in luck.

That one's old too. I hear I'm lucky to have Jace all the time.

I can't lie, I've always felt lucky to have him. But today, I feel exhausted not having him with me.

I feel his hand on my waist. I pick up a glass of champagne and gulp it down. He takes me outside, to a dark, empty garden. I want to cry on his chest, but I restrain myself. The day is important to him. I take note every second before I open my mouth. I need to go through the night without outbursts or tears.

- Is everything okay?" he asks.

- I'm fine. Just a little tired. - I reply, taking her hand and intertwining our fingers. I don't know how long we can stay like this, so I need it to last long enough to kill the longing.

He kisses my forehead.

- I love you. Can we stay until the end and look a little happier?

I rest my head on his chest, but I don't cry.

- I'm happy for you. - I try to argue, but I don't really know what I feel. If I'm sad or angry, if I'm happy or just bitter. -

I'm proud of you and here I am.- he responds. - Shall we go back?

- Can I have a kiss?

I allow myself to ask. I feel melancholy enough to beg for a kiss because my breast burns for your affection. I know you love me, but you haven't paid attention to that in a while. So I don't care.

He replies "sure", with his delicate hands on my neck I feel his lips on mine, tasting of alcohol, but the lightness with which he moves his mouth against mine makes me more giddy. Jace kisses me slowly and I follow him at the same pace. His body seems to have a magnet that draws me closer. My hands caress his face. Memories fill my vision.

I miss you, I want to say. Then he gives me a quick kiss, a simple caress and smiles.

- Come on.

And he holds out his hand. And I follow.

I have a few more ideas

Todo parece más confuso desde allí arriba, porque de repente las cosas con las que antes soñaba parecían haber caído en picado desde aquella altura y estaban siendo aplastadas por los coches que pasaban por la avenida. La gente camina sonriente por la acera. Los taxis amarillos recogen a sus sonrientes parejas. El brillo de las señales sigue siendo el mismo. Y todavía estoy atascado en este lado. Todo parece desconocido.

Mis ojos vagan por la luminosidad de la ciudad. Me trago amargamente el llanto.

Grito.

Estoy casi segura de que ni siquiera los pájaros que duermen en la oscuridad pueden oírme, así que grito aún más. Intento apoyarme con las dos manos y veo el anillo de boda.

Permanezco en silencio y lo miro. ¿Cómo puede un simple anillo representar tanto? Un anillo sencillo, que me dio la esperanza de que algún día podría ser feliz junto al hombre que amo. Un anillo me daba la ilusión de que nuestro compromiso mutuo sería eterno.

Así que intento quitármelo. Quiero arrancarme del dedo todas las promesas que una vez escuché y hoy, sólo las veo flotando en el viento.

Entonces la puerta se cierra y ahí está.

Preciosa. Su cara roja como si hubiera corrido todo el camino por las escaleras hasta aquí. No sonríe. Parece anestesiado y confuso. Ya no lleva el traje.

- Devuélvelo, Aegon. - dice.

No lo vuelvo a poner. Lo tengo, pero está protegido en mi mano.

- Devuélvelo, Aegon. Por favor. - repite. - Por favor, no lo hagas. Se suponía que hoy iba a ser un día feliz, no sé qué te pasa. ¿Qué te pasa?

- Mira a tu alrededor, Jace. Míralo bien.

Mira. No sé si se da cuenta enseguida, quizá tardó más de diez minutos en mirar hasta la mesa del comedor y las velas en el suelo. Quiero sonreír. Quiero llorar.

- ¿Hiciste la cena?

Otra vez.

Así que sonrío. No es que me quede otra opción.

- No te acuerdas. Ni siquiera sé si recuerdas que en esa pared había un cuadro de un dragón dorado hasta el otro día, que casualmente tiré a la basura hace unos días. Tampoco sé si te acordarías si un día ya no estuviera aquí.

- Amor... Aegon...

Dejo caer el anillo de boda sobre la mesa del comedor. El silencio hace que el sonido de la madera oscura me haga estremecer aún más. Abro la nevera, saco el champán y lo abro rápidamente.

Se queda mirando al suelo. Jace ni siquiera sabe por qué nos peleamos, no entiende mi reacción, quizá me culpe por mis comentarios irónicos y por arruinarle la velada.

Bebo directamente de la botella. Intenta acercarse, yo le empujo antes de que pueda acercarse más.

- Toma. - Saco la cajita del bolsillo. - Compré un cuarzo azul con lo que me quedaba del dinero que aún tenía. Sí, Jacaerys. Hice la cena porque quería proponerte matrimonio de una forma que estuviera a tu nivel. Quería que celebráramos nuestros tres años. Digo y repito... Son tres años de casados. Pero ahora me doy cuenta de que no tenemos mucho que celebrar. Ni siquiera sé si recuerdas la última vez que me tocaste con placer o la última vez que tomamos café juntos delante de todas esas copas como hacíamos antes.

Se queda paralizado, como si ahora lo entendiera todo y se sintiera mal. Sé que lo es. Conozco la mirada.

- Aegon, lo siento... Lo sé, debería prestarte más atención, he sido un marido terrible, pero por favor... No puedes tirarlo todo por la borda porque olvidé la fecha de nuestro aniversario. No se puede.

Jace llora. No me gusta verle llorar, pero sigo en el mismo sitio.

- No es sólo la fecha, Jace. No reaccionaría así sólo por eso. - Me trago el nudo en la garganta con el champán. - No estoy feliz, Jace. Creía que ya te habías dado cuenta. He estado haciendo todo esto por ti. Esperándote cada noche sólo para poder dormir al menos unas horas contigo. Tengo que lidiar con sus eventos, la cortesía, la sabiduría de su trabajo todo el tiempo. No sé si me quieres. No sé para qué soy útil aquí.

- No digas eso, Aegon. Eres mi amor, te amo.

- ¿Yo soy?

- ¿Todo esto es porque olvidé nuestro aniversario? No puedo pensar en todo a la vez, pensé... Quiero que lo entiendas. Lo siento. Podemos viajar cuando quieras. ¿Quieres ir a Essos? Te encanta ese lugar. Iremos allí. Le pediré a Erryk que cancele todo. Le pediré a Erryk que cancele todo. Por favor. Aegon-

- Sé que no lo recordarías. - Ya lo creo. - No es ninguna sorpresa, nunca estás aquí. Pero no es sólo eso, Jace. Quiero que vuelvas. No quiero vivir atrapado en este ático. Lejos de mi familia, lejos de mis amigos, lejos de todo lo que me importa. Y te juro que no quiero echarte eso en cara, porque si estoy aquí es porque te quiero más que a nada, pero.... ¿Podrías al menos pensar un poco en mí? Estoy muy enfadada. Me siento egoísta. Me haces sentir culpable por desearte tanto.

Se hunde de nuevo en el sofá. Miro la pared de cristal por milésima vez.

- No puedo dejarlo todo por ti.

- No te lo estoy pidiendo.

- ¿Y después?

- Sólo quería volver a formar parte de tu vida.

- Aegon...

Jace parece dolido, pero noto una pizca de rabia en el fondo de su voz. Intento ignorar las ganas de llorar una vez más.

La botella de champán ya está vacía en mis manos.

Jace was Aeg’s homeland, but now he put him in exile.

Giving him second, third, hundredth chance wouldn’t help. Those eyes only add insults to injury.

When Jace sit and watched Aegon, who exactly did he see? Love of his heart or some role made specially for his perfect life? He has been so used to Aeg’s around him, always waiting and smiling. How could he not seeing what’s going on with his closest partner if he paid a glimpse of attention?

Aegon was never perfect but he deserved someone who values him, celebrates his love, and willing to go to hell with him without blinking (pick me pick me!)

The English version:

From heart-breaker anon:

Everything seems more confusing from up there, because suddenly the things I used to dream about seem to have plummeted from that height and are being crushed by the cars passing along the avenue. People walk smiling along the pavement.

Yellow taxis pick up their smiling partners. The glow of the signs is still the same. And I'm still stuck on this side.

Everything seems unfamiliar.

My eyes wander through the brightness of the city. I bitterly swallow my tears.

I cry out.

I'm almost sure that even the birds sleeping in the dark can't hear me, so I scream even louder.

I try to support myself with both hands and see the wedding ring.

I remain silent and look at it.

How can a simple ring mean so much? A simple ring, that gave me hope that one day I could be happy with the man I love. A ring gave me the illusion that our commitment to each other would last forever.

So I try to take it off. I want to rip off my finger all the promises I once heard and today, I only see them floating in the wind.

Then the door closes and there he is.

Gorgeous. His face red as if he’d run all the way down the stairs here. He's not smiling. He looks anaesthetised and confused. He's not wearing the suit anymore.

- Give it back, Aegon. - he says.

I don't put it back on. I have it, but it's protected in my hand.

- Give it back, Aegon. Please, Aegon. - he repeats.

- Please don't do this. Today was supposed to be a happy day, I don't know what's wrong with you. What's wrong with you?

- Look around you, Jace. Take a good look.

Take a good look. I don't know if he notices right away, maybe it took him more than ten minutes to look all the way to the dining room table and the candles on the floor. I want to smile. I want to cry.

- Did you make dinner?

Again.

So I smile. Not that I have any choice.

- You don't remember. I don't even know if you remember that there was a painting of a golden dragon on that wall until the other day, which I happened to throw away a few days ago. I also don't know if you would remember if one day it wasn't here anymore.

- My love... Aegon...

I drop the wedding ring on the dining room table. The silence makes the sound of dark wood make me shiver even more. I open the fridge, take out the champagne and quickly open it.

He stares at the floor. Jace doesn't even know what we're fighting about, he doesn't understand my reaction, maybe he blames me for my ironic comments and for ruining his evening.

I drink straight from the bottle.

He tries to move closer, I push him away before he can get any closer.

- Here. - I pull the little box out of my pocket. -

I bought a blue quartz with what was left of the money I still had. Yes, Jacaerys. I made the dinner because I wanted to propose to you in a way that was on your level. I wanted us to celebrate our three years. I say and I repeat... It's three years of marriage.

But now I realise we don't have much to celebrate. I don't even know if you remember the last time you touched me with pleasure or the last time we had coffee together in front of all those glasses like we used to.

He freezes, as if he understands everything now and feels bad. I know he is. I know the look.

- Aegon, I'm sorry... I know, I should pay more attention to you, I've been a terrible husband, but please? You can't just throw it all away because I forgot our anniversary date.

You can't.

Jace cries. I don't like to see him cry, but I'm still in the same place.

- It's not just the date, Jace. I wouldn't react like this just because of that. - I swallow the lump in my throat with the champagne.

- I'm not happy, Jace. I thought you'd figured that out by now. I've been doing all this for you. Waiting for you every night just so I can get at least a few hours of sleep with you. I have to deal with your events, the politeness, the wisdom of your work all the time.

I don't know if you love me. I don't know what I'm useful here.

- Don't say that, Aegon. You're my love, I love you.

- Am I?

- Is this all because I forgot our anniversary? I can't think about everything all at once, I thought... I want you to understand.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. We can travel whenever you want. You want to go to Essos? You love it there. We'll go there. I'll ask Erryk to cancel everything. I'll ask Erryk to cancel everything. I'll ask Erryk to cancel everything. Please. Aegon-

- I know you wouldn't remember. - I do. - It's no surprise, you're never here. But it's not just that, Jace. I want you back. I don't want to live trapped in this attic. Away from my family, away from my friends, away from everything that matters to me. And I swear I don't want to throw that in your face, because if I'm here it's because I love you more than anything, but ..... Could you at least give me some thought? I'm so angry. I feel selfish. You make me feel guilty for wanting you so much.

He sinks back into the sofa. I stare at the glass wall for the thousandth time.

- I can't give it all up for you.

- I'm not asking you to.

- And then what?

- I just wanted to be a part of your life again.

- Aegon...

Jace looks hurt, but there's a hint of anger in the back of his voice. I try to ignore the urge to cry once more.

The bottle of champagne is already empty in my hands.

Bruh chef kiss to the the concept (make me a platelet go feral) of alpha jace being like mama I love omega aegon and I believe I can change him..Wed him to me…and aegon is like to his mom like mother I believe I can change wed me to literally anyone else but jace…the hilarious and awkward political movings between some who are completely incompetent in different ways…one who is a mamas boy who spend his life tucked away from court within dragons stone and doesn’t know the lay of the land and the other who has mommy issues who knows court but fucked around and found out by burning every bridge without thinking of the consequences

That’s the definition of comedy couple!!!

Must’ve tons of fun to live around and watch them. Like if I’m a kingsguard I would witness Jace literally dragging Aegon off the bed every morning and forcing him to wash, eat and train and attend court with Aeg screaming crying and wrestling the whole way…

Also I believe Aeg is not dumb at all like you said he knows the court. He knows the strengths and weaknesses of the great lords and ladies in seven kingdoms. He can be a good player of game of thrones if he wants to while Jace always stays a noble and just prince like the way he was raised which is a even more rare virtue in the capital.

Aegon and Jace have one year difference/mpreg/omegaverse or IDK

Aegon loves to moan loudly so everyone knows what he's doing, and who he's with, he loves having sex in places where people might see him, on the balcony, in a dark castle hallway, in the throne room. And Jace also likes that. He likes to hear Aegon scream his name while Jace fucks him. He like to see Aegon cry in overwhelm, he likes to feel Aegon's body. He likes the thought that anyone could see him fucking Aegon in any moment; but he doesn't look like he does. Honestly, people don't really understand how a whore like Aegon ended up being friends with someone as pure as Jace; and they don't have idea that Jace is the one that pulls Aegon into the purification room of the temples to fuck him, they don't know that every chance he gets, Jace rubs against Aegon when no one is looking. They don't know that the one who actually took Aegon's virginity was Jace, a long time ago after see in a book. They don't know that Jace marks every part of Aegon, that he ties him, that he licks him.

Jace likes to look innocent. After all, who would doubt his angelic face? If a servant found him slamming Aegon against the wall in a corridor and told someone else, everyone would say; "Prince Jacaerys? He wouldn't do that." He likes this weird immunity he's been given. He likes to have everything he wants from Aegon. As far as he knows, Aegon likes to have everything he wants from Jace. He likes the relationship they have, they don't have much commitment, they fuck, and say goodbye.

Somehow in the end it always bother Jace when someone flirt with Aegon, when he receives to much attention from the others, He hates that Aegon smiles at people other than him. He hates to think that Aegon has slept with people who aren't him. He hates to think that Aegon sees him as Jace sees him; a fun toy that he can play with sometimes. He hates that he wants Aegon to be more than his toy. He hates to see Aegon smiling lustfully at someone other than Jace himself. He hates being jealous over Aegon. He hates feeling like killing the person Aegon smiles to brightly at. He hates he feeling of desperately wanting to make sure Aegon was just his, and no one else. He hates the felling of possession he felt over Aegon. He hated seeing Aegon away from him. He hated not being able to let everyone know that Aegon was his, and only his. He hates that Aegon would never agree on marrying him. He hates that Aegon likes to enjoy his freedom; and he hates that he wants to take Aegon's freedom. But Aegon shall be his as he shall be Aegon's

[...]

Aegon is not that jealous, of course not, he is not one of those crazy people that is jealous of someone he can't even have. He is not jealous over Baela and Jace, why would he be? Jacaerys is not his, he must have as many lovers as Aegon himself— why did it bothered Aegon? Maybe because he thought he wasn't enough for Jacaerys. Maybe because he is a whore, of course someone like Jace would never want to be with someone like him, why would he? Jacaerys is perfect, everyone knows. Aegon is just— himself, unfortunately. Maybe if he was more like Baela, Jace would look at him in other way, Jace wouldn't look at him just like he was fun. But how could he even start? Everytime Jacaerys touches him, he melts like he was just a piece of butter left to the sun. He hates himself for it. He hated himself for not being enough. He hated himself for wanting to tame Jacaerys for himself. He hated the idea of ​​Jace one day marrying someone, having kids, being happy. He hated that he couldn't do anything about it.

But those feelings didn't stop them from meeting each other in the city, or going to festivals together. Or even fuck everywhere. Aegon felt a little saddened by the fact that Jace had desperately made him drink moon tea as soon as they were done having sex. He was offended in the least, what did Jace think he was? A Street of Silk whore itching to have a bastard child? Aegon hated it when Jace treated him like that, like he was a cheap whore. But maybe he was, because after a crazy week, where Jace fucked him all the nights; he found himself pregnant, crying to Jace, begging forgiveness, saying that he didn't planned that. And in a sea of ​​anguish, Jace touched her face and smiled. "I think we'll have to get married then." Aegon didn't quite understand the victorious smile Jace had on his lips while saying those words.

Thanks for your treat!!! Love it so much 🥰

I read the story several times and firstly I thought “oh you two adorable idiots falling in love without even knowing it I want to force you confess to each other so bad and finally I’m delighted you two have the happy ending you deserve”.

Then I get a little sad cause I felt something else. So Jace had the “I hate myself for loving you”issue it’s good angst material but it gave me the feeling that he didn’t know how to cherish the one he loved.

(Funny enough me and other fangirl friends once talked about something similar about Jace, about he looked like a very decent and honored prince but it doesn’t stop him fucking his uncle fiercely behind everyone. We thought it could create a very funny and “contrasting” effects, like adding a new dimension of his character)

Although I super love the idea that Aegon could bring out Jace’s worst (and truest) side and he was always the one challenging Jace’s bottom line, driving him crazy, I don’t appreciate if Jace loves pretending he’s an innocent man and he stays noble and asks Aegon to drink moontea immediately he finishes his fucking. Or even worse, he treated Aeg as if he was only a bedmate or a pretty toy. It’s definitely part of reason why Aegon thought he didn’t deserve Jace in this story.

I bet it took a long time for Jace to realize (and admit) his true feelings for Aeg. Did he choose to baby trap Aeg when he felt actual threat coming like Aegon was already arranged to be engaged with some Lord like a Lannister or Greyjoy???

(These are all my subjective words and hope you don’t feel offended 🤣 X)

Modern AU - Jealousy

Aegon: Open the door please, Jace

Jace: I don’t really think so

Aegon: Come on. I promise I wasn't flirting with Baela

Jace: Then why did you tell her she looked gorgeous and you couldn't wait for her to ‘do you’?

Aegon: Honey I was doing her eyeliner, she was going to do mine. I swear I was NOT flirting with her

Jace: Prove it

Aegon: Baby let me in and I’ll prove it to you so hard

Aegon: You don’t need to save me🎵

Aegon: But would you run away with me?🎵

Jacaerys: …Hell no

Bruh the awkward tense moment in the jaegon forced marriage au where aegon is told that he is pregnant by the court doctor and yhen tries to hide it from jace but nah my dude knew immediately and wasn’t gunna let aegon get away with lying about it for a sec even cause the dude has been wanting this for a very long time and aegon is forever now officially his haha 😂 jace probs be like having that shit eating grin and looking very pleased with himself meanwhile aegon is trying not to faint..Dude was probs banking on not getting pregnant right away after they wedding ceremony (it’s been barely a month since aegon was dragged home and wed to him lol jace was very busy getting busy with his new wife haha and he has been wanting this for the last decade so yea) and maybe his older age and drinking addiction would delay it even further but nah apparently Targaryen fgenes and fertility are just something out of this world lmao the chaos of dread and joy from the family when it was immediately announced at dinner that aegon was Preggo with the heir to the throne goddman the drama I love it haha

I laughed so hard that my tummy hurts!!

Aeg be like *wrapping bandages over his stomach when Jace walked in, asked “what are u so busy with?” Aeg awkwardly replied “nothing” and Jace grinned (like a devil) and sipped his wine “I thought you tried to hide the baby inside of you from us”. Aeg in shock: “You knew??? I thought the master was bought by me!” Jace sighed and told him “wouldn’t I be a terrible king if I was ignorant of such act right under my nose?” And watch fondly while Aeg taking the bandages off in anger.

Jace was so looking forward to his firstborn like u said he’d been wanting this for a long time so he was keen to talk about all kinds of plans he had for the babe like “We are to throw a great tournament and hunting event for him, bigger than your own second Nameday, Egg.” Aegon be like “how could i remember??? And you wasn’t born at that time either??? Are u listening to ur shit???”

Also this news gonna start a storm in the family and small council and the court. With some people genuinely happy for them, some plotting evil plans cause they didn’t like idea of Aegon and him carrying the heir, some amused and some in belief of the country was doomed :)

Dear anon, I was fucked by Tumblr

and deleted your ask by accident (bc I found sth missing in my post) So allow me to post it here and hope you could see this...

So basically the question was about although Jacegon know they love each other aegon know that Jace would always choose duty over him. So here's what I write based on this:

I do believe there's a sense of destined tragedy haunting the ship. I wrote something alike before about Jace being uncontrollably in love with Aegonsince childhood, but his feelings were shattered to pieces after him usurping the throne. When he returned from Winterfell, he sneaked into the capital to see Aeg for the last time and say goodbye (in cruel words) to him.

The clip belowis also part of that story when they were still together, both of them young and knowing nothing about the tragic fate that will befall them. But Aeg already knew something.

Warning: NSFW 18+

Pairing: Jacaerys/Aegon ii

Words: 1.1k

The royal and noble lords' hunting party rested in their fancy tents by the campfire. But they sneaked out into the dark and hid under a large elm tree far side of the Kingswood. The night breeze was cool and sent up the scent of pollen. The soft spring grass tickled their bare skin.

Their armor and woolen sweaters had been left behind in the camp. They couldn't risk building a fire either. "I’m fucking cold," the prince whined.

He unzipped his velvet coat so the spoiled prince could huddle in his arms. A shooting star streaked across the sky.

"Look, Egg." He pointed to the stars.

The prince rode on his lap, biting his neck and nibbling on his ear, and answered half-heartedly, "Look at what?"

"A shooting star just crossed over our tree."

"Star above an elm tree — sounds like the family sigil of some lousy knight." The silver-haired prince used his mouth to undo the buttons on his shirt which was adorned with a three-headed dragon, a cold hand creeping up on the younger's collarbones.

He was impassive, concentrating on studying the stars with his head tilted back.

The prince pouted for his neglect, but quickly figured out a way to chase his own fun. The older plopped the body down, untied the lacing, and licked his cock eagerly till it got thick and hard.

He finally stopped looking at the stars and ran his hand through the choppy, wavy hair, "Want to be fucked by me that bad, huh?"

The prince pulled the length covered in spit out of his mouth and sat up straight to kiss him, muffling his trash before he could say more. He laughed softly into the silver-haired's mouth and said nothing else, focusing on rubbing the prince's entrance and pushing himself in.

The prince drew back a few breaths after a particularly deep thrust, "Did it hurt?".

The silver-haired shook his head and panted, brokenly, “It’s almost like......like riding a horse."

He stared at the pretty face for a moment, admiring the prince's thirsty expression. Then suddenly he pinched him around the waist and powered up, fucking him so fast and deep, "Almost like riding a horse, you say?"

The prince let out a few uncontrolled lustful moans and immediately bit his lips. The guards could very likely be patrolling nearby. His fingers tightened around his shoulders, "More, more like riding a dragon ......"

"You are always desperate to ride dragons, day or night." He teased in exchange for a glare. But the anger quickly faded when he paced up and hit the spot every time. The prince grabbed him by the hair and was soon crying and groaning loudly over the violent bumps. Warmth returned to their bodies and the prince flushed beautifully.

"Keep your voices down, uncle. People may find out." He warned with a teasing tune.

"They won't. And if they did, they wouldn't..." He trailed off, and caught his breath again, "They wouldn't dare to say anything."

"You wanna be my whore so bad, don't you? That you actually want to be found out." He attacked even harder, burying himself deep inside the sweet wet-ass walls.

The prince moaned loudly, legs shaking. He was lost in pleasure too much to care about anything happening around them, "Yes, let me be your whore...God, it feels so good."

"I won't exactly call myself that." He teased, "Do you want me to finish inside, my slutty little whore?"

The older's voice was shaky and sobbing, "Yes, please. Let me have your seeds. Let me have all of them. Jace, Jacaerys..."

"I'm gonna fucking breed you." He gritted his teeth. He loved the way the prince called out his name hopelessly, "I'm gonna fill my pups into you. Would you like it that way?"

"Yes, yes. I'm so close, Jace." The silver-haired started to stroke his cock, "I'm, I'm about to cum."

"Then come." He wrapped his hand around his and stroked him until they both spilled.

Aegon tilted his head and let out a long breath.

"Egg," Jacaerys called him by his nickname, "Are you satisfied with this dragon?"

Aegon rested his chin on his broad shoulder, "My dragon." He said in Valyrian smiley.

Jace turned his face sideways, their cheeking pressing against each other, "Yours." He replied in their mother tongue as well.

He ducked a strand of his silver hair behind his ear, "You're so beautiful." He said, looking at him the same way he looked at the stars.

"You always say that to the girls after you've finished your fucking?" Aegon gave him a teasing look and got off of him.

Jacaerys frowned, "What girls?"

"Whores, maids, noble ladies, Baela..." He enumerated offhandedly as he put on his clothes back.

"Don't let Daemon hear what you just said."

"I am not THAT stupid. " Aegon said as he lay upon his chest, looking up at the night sky. Their fingers were entwined.

"How was she to kiss anyway?"

"How could I know? I've never kissed her before." Jace paused for a moment, "I've never kissed anyone before."

Aegon giggled as if he'd heard the court jester's funniest joke.

"I wasn't joking. I love you and you only." The young lover said in a particularly solemn voice.

"Uh-huh."

"No matter what happens, I always love you and hold on to you, I promise."

Aegon kept laughing until he was limp, which disturbed Jace a lot. Before he could protest, Aegon spoke up, "Can you promise me another thing, my love?"

"Yes?"

"Never say things like this to me again."

"You don't believe me?" Jace felt a bit hurt, “I meant what I said.”

"I believe every word of yours. But, ” He sounded weirdly sad, “it would kill me to think that one day you’ll tell others the same, telling them 'I miss you', telling them 'I always love you'".

"That's not fair." He wanted to say. But he remained speechless. He could only sit and watch as Aegon fell asleep. He could only sit and watch as his figure became transparent and faded in the air. He could only sit and watch as fate whistled past and took him away from him.

He would be betrothed to Baela to strengthen his mother's claim. He would declare war against the Green to revenge on his brother. He would call Aegon a traitor and usurper as if they were born enemies. He would hope to slaughter him himself and watch him burn in hell because he would burn right beside him. He just didn't know it yet at that time, a time as beautiful and fragile as crystal. But Aegon knew it better.

Even on their best days, he knew.

That they could never be. That it will never be.

Watch the gifs carefully and answer the question below:

What kind of relationship(s) do you think these two guys have?

A. They are perfectly normal relatives

B. They are perfectly normal relatives who may have sex once or more

C. They are perfectly normal relatives who may have sex once or more but they don’t want to admit it so they pretend everything is fine

D. They are perfectly normal relatives who may have sex once or more but they don’t want to admit it so they pretend everything is fine and the dark-haired does try to come out during the toast in front of the whole family but he chickens out the last second and the silver-haired gives a “I knew he’s a quitter” look but they definitely hook up again tonight

My mom asked what’s on my mind:

Me:

Seriously I’m obsessed with the idea of Jace unplanned fucking Aegon in a sunlit castle room and fucked up in his “kingdom ruling business”.

Rhaenyra disappointed but Aegon was triumphant. The bitch got no shame and liked feeling important, wanted to showed off how much his husband loved him.

Modern AU - Egg staying at home

Aegon: Hey Jace how's the business trip going?

Jacaerys: It goes well, except Winterfell’s really cold. But no need to worry. You?

Aegon: I’m Okay I started my juice cleanse yesterday and also went on a hike

Jacaerys: Bullshit. What'd you really do?

Aegon: …Drank 3 bottles of Dornish wine and fell down the stairs🥺