DANCING WITH DRAGONS ;; a collection of imagines.

jacaerys & lucerys ; two is better than one

⁀➷ summary ; requested by anon.

"Can i request Jacaerys x reader x Lucerys like poly relationship, but at first they're enemies?"

⁀➷ pairing ; jacaerys velaryon x reader x lucerys velaryon

⁀➷ notes ; for the sake of this fic, jace and luke are nearly the same age. reader is the daughter of some house that was previously sworn to house hightower,, jace is more the enemy and luke is a lovesick fool who can't choose between hating you or worshipping you,, kinda more of the boys arguing about you but if you want a part two i'd be more than happy to oblige c: this sucks i'm sorry LMAO also unrevised i wrote this at work :/

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jacaerys velaryon was a boy grown who had known what being an unmarried prince meant. it meant that he would be used, at the very least, as a pawn for the chessboard known as the game of thrones. he would marry a girl, any girl, in order to soften the relations between friend and enemy and bring further peace throughout the realm.

he just hadn't thought it would've been someone so close to the traitorous band that once called themselves the greens.

despite his mother winning the trust of the realm, he still felt a strange resentment churning within him as she accepted their word of fealty. if they could turn their back on their kings word, why should she trust the word of a conspirator?

alas, rhaenyra had presented jacaerys with a match that would sweeten the lords of the southernmost part of the realm. he was less than thrilled to learn about it and loathed the day that the day of marriage grew closer.

"lady (y/n), it's a pleasure to house you in king's landing whilst we prepare for your wedding." it's the queen rhaenyra who speaks to you. her eyes are soft, yet her words commanding and full of strength. "when the time comes, you and prince jacaerys will set sail for dragonstone."

"thank you, your grace," you speak, eyes blinking and head dipping downward as a sign of respect. "i hope i'm not a disappointment to my prince, your grace."

your gaze sweeps across the great hall and lands on the head of brown hair who was the tallest, you assumed this was prince jacaerys. he looks at you with a hardness in his jaw.

when he realizes it's his turn to speak, "not at all, my lady." his words are mixed with truth and duty; words that he's conjured up on a thoughtful whim as to not offend his family or yours. he feels dismay proliferating in his chest, spurning molds of regret in his belly and leaving distaste in his mouth.

his brother, lucerys, seemed more akin to liking your presence as a furious blush has taken hold of his cheeks and he's sticking his chest out proudly. jacaerys was sure he would've been more festive if the lady was married to his younger brother. then again, jacaerys didn't really like traitors of the realm.

"jacaerys, lucerys, would you two be kind as to show the lady (y/n) around the red keep?"

jacaerys is the first to give his mother a pointed look, compared to lucerys, who looked more giddy and content at this command. instead, a huff leaves his nose and he approaches you, except lucerys reaches you first and he's visibly eager to lead you. you take his hand tentatively and allow him to guide you.

whatever discomforts jacaerys felt, lucerys felt the exact same, but it was rather forgotten as the younger prince was enamored with your appearance. you walked with a certain grace, had a pretty voice, and you smelt of raspberries and something else he couldn't put a name to.

"lady (y/n)," lucerys says, rather too happily as he begins to lead you through the grandeur of the red keep. his voice quivers with a certain nervousness and his hair is ruffled like a birds feathers. "how do you like it here? in kings landing, i mean."

"she's been here for all of five hours, i'm sure she doesn't have an opinion yet." both you and lucerys turn your head to glance at jacaerys. his brows shoot up, almost as if challenging you both to deny it.

you smile and duck your head, jacaerys' comment long forgotten, "it's far more grand than what i'm used to, my prince, but it's a beautiful place." jacaerys wrinkles his nose at your comment – kings landing was the farthest thing from beautiful.

"if you're in awe of this grandeur, i'm sure you'll find dragonstone more attractive." it's jacaerys who speaks again, his voice evident from behind the bodies of you and lucerys. the latter seems to peek behind him and send him a glare, though you pretend not to notice.

"i've heard rumors about dragonstone is the new.. valyria, is that true?" you ask, turning your head a moment to glance at the brunette haired prince behind you. "so many dragons, one could think its from a composition in a book."

lucerys turns his head to give you a lopsided grin, "we'll show you one day– i mean, he will show you one day."

the warmth from your arm being held suddenly disappears and you notice lucerys flail about. you turn, eyes widening and brows shooting up as you observe what's going on. you assume that jacaerys has pulled lucerys by the coat, for the younger brother is fixing his clothing and glaring at his older brother. they both stare at each other, gaze fixated.

jacaerys thought lucerys was a fool drunken on the euphoria of your beauty. yes, he was also taken aback when he first saw you, but being pretty doesn't excuse the fact that your family betrayed law and broke faith with the oath of fealty sworn to his mother. jace wants to smack him upside the head and remind him of this betrayal.

jace suddenly remembers his manners in the presence of a lady, "if you'll excuse us, my lady, my brother and i have something important to discuss."

you look between the two, their gazes never averting from one another. you nod your head and curtsy, softly breaking the pause with two phrases of 'my prince.' if tucking tail and running was the best thing to do, you were doing that now.

"what was that?" jace's voice is full of annoyance and more rebuke than he had intended. luke, despite knowing that his brother was just being a jerk, takes it to heart. luke's facade cripples slightly and his brows knit together.

luke points a finger accusingly at jace, "me? what's with you?" jacaerys scoffs and swats luke's finger away from him. the hardness in his jaw is back and his eyes are lit with blackened fury.

"she's our enemy."

"she is your betrothed," luke shoots back almost immediately. jace tuts and crosses his arms. he paces back and forth as if he's thinking of some way to rebuttal what luke says. maybe it was the brotherly rivalry that pushed him to say something back, but nonetheless, jace felt annoyance pricking at his skin like little needles. "it's not like she was in the wrong, it was her family."

"doesn't change the way i feel about it," jace says, tilting his head to the side while luke shakes his head in disagreement.

luke contemplates for a moment, his forefinger and thumb grasping his chin as he looks down. there's a silence that settles over the boys before luke looks up.

"doesn't change that she's the fairest lady at court."

both the boys look at each other again, annoyance and irritation long forgotten. they both begin to laugh and jace approaches luke, slinging his arm around his brother.

"i 'spose that's true." without a second word, jace pulls luke into a headlock and begins to ruffle his hair. luke flails wildly and tries to overpower his brother, but his elder brother is both stronger and taller. luke is grunting in frustration, trying to wiggle away from jace's hold. when luke escapes, they both laugh and begin walking in the direction you went.

"maybe i'll ask mother to betroth her and i instead," luke says teasingly, casting a side ways glance at his brother. jace gives him a look and before he can swat at his brother or make a comment, luke begins sprinting down the hallway.

jace shakes his and takes off running after him. he didn't like the idea of sharing his things, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad.