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Desire was an emotion Targaryens often drowned in. Beneath a layer of skin, a dragon lay, and dragons cannot be contained.

It is said that the bond between dragon and dragon rider is born from the ancient blood magic of Valyria. You cannot take a dragon, nor own one. The dragon chooses you. But even then their loyalty can be fleeting beneath the wrong hands.

Jacaerys had been lucky, the egg placed in his cradle on the day of his birth had hatched.

Vermax was a little spitfire, hissing and spitting whenever anyone but Rhaenyra drew too close to Jace’s crib. They bonded quickly, and soon Jacaerys was the only one allowed near Vermax without the threat of burnt skin and blackened brows.

You on the other hand had waited for years, but your egg never hatched. It wasn’t uncommon, but still you yearned for that connection. You watched your mother and father with their dragons, flitting through the sky. Listened to the stories of your siblings with a weight in your gut.

But then came Silverwing.

She had lived on Dragonstone for many years, never taking a rider after the death of Queen Alysanne. You would often spot her from your window, her large silver wings glistening beneath the pale sun.

And then she saw you.

She had landed before you on the cliffs, an almost curious tilt to her head as she took you in. A girl of only eight, dressed in blue and silver.

Then she roared, a sound that echoed across the cliffs and settled deep within your bones. It wasn’t threatening. If anything, it felt like a welcome. You slipped onto her back like you had done it a hundred times and together you took to the skies.

Soaring over Dragonstone until your lungs were heavy and your ears ached from the rushing winds.

She had chosen you, and finally, you knew what it meant to be a dragonrider. That dormant fire beneath your skin had been set alight and suddenly you were burning.

No one had been happier than Jace when you stumbled through the doors of the main hall, hair mussed and cheeks wind burned. He had swept you into his arms and held you until you were in fits of giggles and squirming.

Years later you still felt giddy when you saw Silverwing. Pride welling in your chest that she had chosen you, had sought you out across the island and claimed you as her own.

But recently she had been restless.

Snapping at the Dragonkeepers, refusing her meals and even greeting you with unusual impatience whenever you visited her in the Dragon Pit.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Silverwing was feeling it too. That frustration coiled deep in your stomach as the tension with Jacaerys stretched tighter with each passing day.

You knew he was being careful.

He was protecting you.

But that didn’t help the ache that settled between your thighs whenever he was near, or the near perpetual flush on your chest whenever you watched him training with your brothers, his muscles taut and brow soaked in sweat as he steel flashed through the air.

It didn’t stop the dreams that haunted your unconscious mind. Images of him above you, touching you, giving into what you both wanted.

It was maddening.

You found yourself seeking him out more and more. Walking into the library when you knew he would be studying, following him into the Dragon Pit, knocking on his bedroom door in the dead of night, tears glistening on your cheeks.

Bad dreams you would tell him as you crawled into bed beside him.

You only hoped he didn’t notice that your eyes were dry and your fingertips damp from trickling water down your cheeks only moments before slipping into his room.

It was one of those nights when you had awoken. The moon was high, casting your bedroom in a blur of silver and shadows.

You had dreamt of Jace again.

Only this time it seemed brighter, what was usually a blur of limbs and light had shifted. You could still taste him on your tongue, feel his hands between your legs. Relieving that ache in your core.

You didn’t quite know what you wanted from him, had never had the chance to learn of intimacy beyond a few hushed conversations between your sisters Baela and Rhaena, or the occasional crude comment from Aegon during dinners when he indulged a little too heavily. Girls like you didn’t need to know things like that.

The strongest tool a Princess had was her maidenhood.

It would secure her a strong match, a husband.

It had been drilled into your head for as long as you could remember. From the maesters to your governess to your ladies.

But that didn’t stop you from stepping out of your bed, ivory nightgown bright beneath candlelight and slipping down the corridors to Jacaerys’ room. Eyes sparkling when he opened after just one knock.

You were stunned by the sight of him.

His hair was a mess, dark curls tussled as though he had been tossing and turning since nightfall. His chest was bare and glittering with beads of sweat, and around his hips a pair of sleep trousers hung low and tight.

Your lips parted.

“Sister.” Jacaerys greeted, warm and sweet and desperate.

You couldn’t drag your eyes away from his chest.

“Brother.” You echoed, voice raspy. A hint of a smile graced his lips as he looked down at you, at your dry face and flustered appearance.

Silvery curls slicked to the side of your face, lilac eyes burning like dragon fire.

He pulled you in, the door slipping shut behind you, and you were alone. Only the moon and the fire in the hearth witnesses to your midnight madness.

“Jace,” You whispered, bewitched by him. He was all gold and stars and stone. You couldn’t take it. So you struck. Hands encircling his throat, dragging him down until his face was level with yours and you kissed him. Kissed him with all of the force you could muster until the space between you was blistering.

You expected resistance, a gasp or maybe even a cry and you forced yourself into his arms. But Jacaerys had crumbled.

His hands flew to your waist, harsh as they drew you into his body. Bodies flush as he devours you. What you brought in enthusiasm Jace matched with ease. He kissed you like heaven was on your tongue and he was begging for redemption. He kissed you like the sky was falling and you were salvation.

Your pulse fluttered, frantic butterfly wings bursting as Jacaerys ran his tongue along the seam of your lips. You let him in easily, tongue meeting him in slick strokes that drew a small moan from the back of your throat.

You hardly ever kissed like this.

Jace preferred to keep it closed mouth, safer, he would always say.

But nothing about this felt safe.

This was dangerous, but you didn’t care. You had been waiting too long.

Jacaerys seemed to have the same thought in mind as he began to move, his body crowding you against the wall beside the door, cold stone meeting your heated skin. You gasped into his mouth, the sound drawing a groan from him as he pushed you harder against the wall, hands slipping from your waist up your rib cage, dancing dangerously close to your breasts.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” Jace murmured against your mouth. “You are a fucking temptress, sister.”

“You want it though,” You reply, words biting as you rake your fingers across his scalp. “Why deny us what we both crave?”

“Because to deny myself is to protect you!” He hissed, drawing back only inches. His brown eyes swallowed entirely by darkness, “What I want from you, sister, I cannot have. I will not disgrace you in the name of desire.” But he did not shift away. His hands remained on your chest, and his lips were so temptingly close.

“I do not want to be protected.” You say, softer than before, “I have never needed protection, Jace. Our mother is the Queen, my father a warrior. The only thing you are doing is denying what we are.”

Jacaerys exhaled heavily, his breath warm against your lips.

“My heart, I cannot… not when your finger remains bare and our vows unspoken.” He said, leaning in and kissing you gently. “But, I will not ignore what we both crave…” Jace paused for a moment, meeting your gaze and smiling slightly. “There are other ways we can satisfy the burn within us without so much risk.”

“Other ways?” You ask, curious eyes trailing across his lips.

“I shall show you, if you would like.” He offered, and you nodded, a smile still curled on your lips when Jace drew you in once more and kissed you senseless.

You were unsure what Jace’s idea entailed. You were aware of certain acts, but mostly you only knew that being bedded was what brought around children.

But Jacaerys was too careful to allow something like that to happen.

He continued to only kiss you for a few moments, but slowly his hands began to drift, lacing themselves over your breasts and giving them both a sharp squeeze. You spluttered against his lips, eyes blowing wide as he ducked down. Trailing kisses down your neck, across the base of your throat and further down. Skimming the tops of your breasts.

“Is this what you wanted, sweet girl? For me to give into the rotten hunger in my heart? To take you apart beneath my hands?” He whispered, his fingers ghosting over the ties at the front of your nightgown.

“Yes,” You said, unashamed as Jacaerys met your gaze, “Did you really think I was sneaking in here each night because I was truly scared?” You asked him, watching as the realization crossed his face. “I fly saddleless on a one hundred year old dragon, Jace.”

You expected laughter, maybe a roll of your eldest brother's eyes. Instead you were met with venom.

“Spoiled fucking thing.” Jace scowled, no longer gentle as he tugged open your dress, the threads tying it together tearing beneath his grip, leaving your chest exposed to his bitter gaze. “Every night I fight the urge to bury myself between your pretty virgin thighs because I think you come to me for comfort, but really you are just here to sate your filthy urges?”

You can’t help the gasp that escapes you. Here, so exposed and achingly longing for Jace, desperate for anything he will give you.

“I…” The words tangle on your tongue and the smile Jace gives you is pure vitriol.

“Lost for words now, my sweet? But you were so confident before.”

“I… Jace,” You spluttered, nipples hardening in anticipation. “I just wanted you! It is maddening spending each day with this feeling coiled so tight beneath my skin. Everytime you touch me I feel like I am dying. I need you to take it away, to finally release the ache between my legs that blossoms each time that we kiss.”

Jacaerys snarls at your words, and you know that he has finally snapped.

The last thread of his composure is torn as he buries his face between your breasts.

You can hardly breathe as he sucks and licks the sensitive skin of your nipples. Swallowing around one while pinching the other with sharp twists and tugs that send your head slamming against the wall. Breathless as he takes what he has been wanting for so long.

“I’ve been so patient with you.” He seethed against your left breast, “Waiting for mother to confirm our betrothal. We had hoped to surprise you with it, but what use is it now?”

“We are to be married?” You ask, threading your fingers through Jace’s dark curls.

“Of course we are.” He said, biting down on your nipple. “Like I would ever allow another to have you as I do now. You are mine, sister. You always have been.”

Relief flooded through you.

Yes, yes, yes.

You were his and he was yours. You had always known, and now it was finally going to be shared with the rest of the seven realms.

“Yes!” You cried out when Jace switched to your other breast, running his teeth across the sensitive nub. “Oh, Jace. Please.”

“What is it, my sweet?” He asked, his hands now beginning to trail down your hips, lingering on the curve atop your things. His hands were blistering, the thin fabric of your nightgown doing nothing to alleviate the pure heat that was radiating from him.

And his eyes, there was something feral there. The eyes of a dragon before it burned you into nothing but ash and embers.

“Ruin me.” You say, no hint of hesitation. “I cannot stand this any longer.”

The next second was a whirl of movement. Jace had straightened, and he was yanking you across the room. No chance to think, no chance to breathe as he tossed you down onto his bed. The sheets are still slightly warm as you lay there, watching as he crawled over top of you, and slipped between your parted thighs.

“I will not fuck you,” Jace said, running his hands up your thighs, bringing your gown with him as he did so. “But that does not mean I won’t give you what you need.” He grinned, exposing your cunt to the night air.

You shuddered, watching him carefully as he took you in. The dip between your legs, the silvery curls that shielded your most intimate parts. The plush lips of your cunt drenched in arousal as you lay there on display for him.

The sound he made was guttural.

“You are a fucking vision.” Jacaerys said, reaching out and trailing a finger through your slit. So slowly it caught every nerve ending and had you bucking against him after only a single touch. “Such a pretty cunt, sister.”

“Jacaerys.” You whimpered, reaching out for him. You needed him everywhere. His lips, his hands, his… “Need you, need you to touch me. Please.”

“I am touching you.” He said, grinning, but he was moving anyway. His bare chest glinting in the moonlight as he pushed himself up, capturing his finger between his lips and suckling on the arousal that clung there. “Like fucking ambrosia.” He groaned, shucking his trousers off.

Your jaw fell slack at the sight of him.

Thick, long and heavy.

The tip was flushed an angry dark red and leaking, the base curved upwards, hidden beneath a swirl of dark curls.

“Oh,” You managed to say, unable to tear your eyes away. Jace laughed, grasping it in one large hand and gently stroking it from base to tip.

“Is this what you wanted, sweet girl?” He asked, lowering himself back onto you. One hand falling beside your head while the other guided his cock between your swollen lips, slicking himself in your arousal. Your back arched at the sensation. The silken head catching on your clit, a burst of pleasure rippling up your spine. “Fucking gorgeous.”

“I thought you said… you said you weren’t gonna fuck me.” You said, looking at Jacaerys through your lashes. His brows were tight, lips pressed into a thin line as he soaked himself in you. He looked beautiful like this.

“I’m not,” His voice was gruff, an undercurrent of restraint colouring his words as he slid his cock back and forth. Just enough to send a jolt of electricity through you each time he bumped your clit. “I won’t go inside.” He said, though you weren’t quite sure if he was telling you or himself as he started to pump his hips faster.

The slick sounds of your cunt mixing with the precum drooling from Jace’s cock were utterly indecent, echoing through his chamber. You wondered if it could be heard outside his door. You imagined the guards walking up and down the halls of the Red Keep, ears perked as they caught the sound of skin on skin squelching from within the heirs room.

“Have you…” The words caught in your throat, Jace met your eyes, never slowing his motions.

“Have I what, my heart? Done this before?” He guessed before you even had to shape the words. Something in him softened. “No, I have never touched another, sweet girl. I’m yours.” You loved the way that sounded.

Yours.

“Mine.” You agreed, widening your legs and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Drawing him closer. The change was immediate.

The closeness brought him even tighter against your throbbing cunt. His chest pressed against yours, sweat and salt melting together and drowning you in his scent of sea, smoke and sky. And his cock, you could never have imagined what it would feel like, the hotness of it against you, long and thick and pulsing against your heat.

You were already dizzy.

You could only imagine what it would feel like when it was inside of you.

Jace seemed to be having the same realization as he pressed his forehead to yours, his breath fanning over your face as he continued to thrust against you. Little gasps falling from your lips each time he touched your clit.

“That’s it, sweet girl.” Jacaerys hummed, “So fucking wet for me.”

“Feels… feels so good, Jace… I… I…” You spluttered out, rolling your hips with his, pressing yourself so close you could feel the prominent vein that ran along the underside of his cock. “Don’t stop, please, don’t ever stop.”

“Shh, I have you, I have you.” Jace said, his thrusts were becoming erratic, sharp bursts against your cunt as he tried to control himself. But the slick of your cunt was making it harder. With each roll of his hips his cock bumped against your entrance. It would be so easy for him to just sink into you and take what had always been his.

Your hands were twitching where they lay on Jace’s shoulders, everything inside of you preparing itself as the knot in your stomach began to tighten.

“Jace,” You whined, unable to do anything else as the closeness began to fog your mind. You had been dreaming of this for so long, that now it was real you didn’t know what to do with yourself. All you could think, feel and taste was Jace.

“Are you feeling good?” He asked, peppering kisses across your face.

“Mmm,” You mumbled, silenced as his lips found yours.

The kiss was messy, all teeth and tongue. Spit dripping down your chin as Jacaerys licked into your mouth.

You didn’t want to stop until every inch of you was coated in him. But your orgasm was drawing in fast. And Jace was relentless.

His cock dragging across your clit with every thrust, his free hand was back to playing with your supple breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingertips with each delicious flick of his tongue against yours.

You were nothing but a molten ball of pleasure.

You couldn’t stop the sounds escaping you, even with Jacaerys mouth on yours, little uh, uh, uh’s spilled as your orgasm began to peak. Curling from the tips of your toes all the way up to your spine.

“Jace, Jace!” You cried as he pushed into you, harsh and thick and so fucking close that you could basically feel him inside of you. You came with a sob, all that pleasure bubbling up and exploding as Jace continued to grind against you. His cock throbbing against your spasming hole.

“That’s it, sweet girl, come all over my cock.” Jace hissed, his own peak cresting behind his eyelids as he spilled across your cunt with a loud moan. His seed dripping down your slit and pooling on his bed in a milky stream.

He continued to fuck against you through your highs, spurts of come soaking you as you lay limp across the bed. Tears dripped down your cheeks as you tried to suck in oxygen to your ravaged lungs.

“You did so good for me, sweet girl.” Jace cooed, kissing away the tears on your cheeks, his lips pulled into the sweetest smile you had ever seen. “My perfect girl.”

You smiled faintly, body still pulsing with the aftershocks.

“Are we really to be wed?” You asked as Jace sunk down beside you, pulling you into his arms.

Your head lay over his chest, listening to the rhythmic patter of his heart.

“Yes, mother and I had hoped to tell you next week during the celebrations for her first year on the throne.” He confessed, “She was going to announce it during the feast, but…” He trailed off, and when you looked up at him he was laughing silently, “I think I prefer how this went.”

“Jace,” You said, giggling quietly and shaking your head.

“Do you disagree, my heart?”

“No, I definitely do not.” You grinned, heart fluttering when Jace drew you into another kiss.

As you dozed off, you couldn’t help but dream of him. Of his hand in yours, blood smeared across your lips as you declared yourselves to one another for all to see.

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it’s 2am this is unedited but hey, it’s honest work. also my mum sat next to me twice while i was writing this and i felt 14 again lmao.

The first time Jacaerys laid eyes on you, he knew you were different.

You were the first of his mother’s children to be born with silvery locks and lilac eyes, the picture of Targaryen grace and beauty. A tiny thing, writhing in Daemon’s arms as he presented you to your siblings, face flushed crimson, arms clawing against the swaddling blankets. But when you were placed into Jace’s arms you fell silent. Eyes fluttering shut, your tiny hand curling around his and clinging to it.

He was enamoured by you.

As days slipped by, he spent every stolen moment at your side. Plucking you from your bassinet when the wet nurse wasn't looking and simply looking upon your face. Fingers brushing across your soft cheeks. Your mother thought it sweet, your father knew better. He had known this love before. The impenetrable connection fated by the gods.

It was only a matter of time before you, too, learned what the gods intended for you both.

As you grew, as did Jacaery’s devotion.

With his other siblings he was kind, playful and loving. But you, he worshiped the ground at your feet. Insisted that he accompany you on every adventure. Each lesson, each dress fitting, he was there. He was the person you would reach for when you cried, the one who could sneak you lemon cakes before dinner even when your mother said no. He was your everything, and you were his.

It was only natural that things would progress the way that they did.

Your four and tenth name day was a celebration for the ages. The Red Keep was alight with music and laughter. Golden candlelight bathed the Great Hall, making everything within sparkle. Your cheeks were flushed and eyes glassy as your father spun you on the dance floor. His laughter echoing as you clung to his shoulders, steps clumsy after some over indulgence of the wine served with dinner.

Jacaerys watched you from afar, his lips curled up.

You were ethereal.

A vision in silver and silk. Glimmering like a star dancing across the night sky.

He really couldn’t help himself from standing up from his seat and pushing himself through the crowd until he was before you and Daemon. Your father released you easily, allowing you to slip into Jacaerys’ arms like you had belonged there all along.

“Are you having fun, sweet sister?” Jace asked, his lips pressed against your ear. You leaned into him, head resting against his firm chest and breathing in his scent of salt, sea and smoke.

“The most, dear brother. Mother and father always throw the most wondrous celebrations.” You beamed, though he couldn’t quite see your face. Only a veil of silvery curls.

“They certainly do, especially when our dear princess is involved.” You giggled, tilting your head up, lilac eyes glistening. His stomach spun and knotted itself into a spiral.

“Don’t tease me so,” You murmured, petal lips perfectly pouted. Jacaerys wanted nothing more than to close the distance between you, instead, he swallowed the impulse and smiled.

“I would never.” He declared, leaning in ever so slightly, his mouth only a breath away from your own. “You look radiant tonight, my sweet. I do not want to let you out of my sight.” You sucked in a deep breath, all too aware of the people around you.

“I know you like me in silver.” You confessed, before anything else could be said the song ended and you were stepping out of his embrace. Drawn into a dance by a noble man before Jacaerys could protest.

It wasn’t until hours later that Jacaerys found you again. You were dazed, eyes too wide as he led you through the silent passages of the Red Keep. Your lips were stained crimson, and hands restless. You chased his touch. Running your fingers along his arms, up his shoulders and creeping up the side of his neck.

“What are you doing, my sweet?” He murmured as you drew close to your chambers but you said nothing. Clumsily grasping his shoulders, holding him in place just beyond a large window, the faint moonlight transformed you both into nothing but lines and shadows. “Sister…”

His words were silenced when you leaned up, placing a delicate kiss on his mouth, drawing back with a giggle.

“I wanted you to be my first.” You whispered. A small groan escaped Jace’s lips as he drew you in, hands on your waist, you met him easily, hands sliding around his neck. Playing with the curls at the base of his skull.

“You cannot just kiss me like that, sweet girl.” Jace said, shaking his head.

“Why not?” You pouted.

Jace didn’t reply, instead, he leaned in and kissed you. Hot and heavy, nothing of the gentle brush of lips you had given him. This was hungry and all consuming.

He kissed like a man starved, desperate for the taste of your lips. He didn’t pull away, he didn’t laugh. He took and took and took. Kissing you until your lungs burned and your head was spinning, and even then, as you heaved for air he scattered kisses along your cheeks, across your jaw and then kissed your lips again.

“Brother?” You said finally when he drew back, his face was etched from stone and stars.

“If you kiss me again, I may not be able to stop myself.” Jacaerys told you, running his fingertips across your puffy pink lips.

“I may not want you to.” You say, smiling when his eyes fell shut. A ragged breath being sucked in through his nose.

“Goodnight, sister.” He said finally, drawing away and walking into the shadows. You watched after him, heart swelling desperately.

The following years, the kiss was not forgotten. Even if you had been lost beneath a haze of Dornish Red, you could not forget the look on Jacaerys face before he kissed you, the taste of his mouth, the feeling of his hands on you.

You ached for more.

And Jacaerys was no better.

You sought each other out, sneaking off during balls and feasts to kiss each other breathless beneath the veil of twilight. Finding one another alone during quiet days at the castle and disappearing into the shadows to take what you wanted.

It wasn’t long before people started to notice. Your siblings raised their brows when you appeared suddenly, cheeks flushed and hair askew, Jacaerys just behind you, ruffled and radiant.

Your father would shake his head and smother a smile, drawing your mothers attention away before she could look too closely at your swollen lips and glass eyes.

It was reckless, but it was true.

You always knew it had been Jacaerys. He was yours.

Even if your mother had yet to betroth you.

Every stolen glance lasted a heartbeat longer than the last. Each touch seemed to burn brighter. Jacaerys was your salvation and your ruin. But he was also a Prince.

A man of honour and heir to the Iron Throne.

He would not allow himself to be so easily swayed by temptation. Even when the sweetness of your lips melted his mind and softened the resistance in his heart.

You were a Princess, his princess.

And yet your finger bore no ring, and your hand no mark.

So he waited, content with what you had until the time would come

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