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I read it and I love it so much! Poor Odysseus though, the Fates hate him apparently.

okay so in the tags of my reblogs i've been yapping about how percy's use of trickery and manipulation reminds me a lot of odysseus and how fitting it would be for percy and annabeth to essentially be modern-day odysseus and penelope

but ultimately i think it would be so funny if athena sees the resemblance. like even if percy isnt odysseus reincarnated, it'd be so funny if she saw echoes of the person who was basically her favorite pet in her rival's child. a rival's child who is dating her favorite daughter without her approval, mind you. imagine this with me: athena just. grumbling to herself because she wants to hate percy completely but she can't. because if he was anyone other than poseidon's son she would've been so happy to indulge herself in his lies and deception and happier to see him with annabeth. you know how, in the odyssey, athena convinces eos to let the dawn rise a little later so odysseus and penelope can enjoy the night of their reunion a little longer? that is how much she would've shipped percabeth. perhaps even a bit more.

and the only thing that would be funnier is if poseidon is absolutely oblivious to how much percy - his beloved son, his favorite son - resembles the man he tried his best to drown thousands of years ago. the hilarity of it all

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𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: a ride in the kingswood leads to something more.

✧.* 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3,078

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A/N: Jacaerys is a SIMP. But who am I to judge? Just look at my blog. This is a mixture of horny Jace and pookie bear Jace.

JACAERYS VELARYON WOULD NEVER BE STUPID. But his famous temper had caught up to him when riding in the Kingswood. The scorch of summer crept up on him, and he could barely withstand his own skin in the cloth of his thick clothes. No deer, or elk, not even a mere rabbit was caught in sight the whole day, and they’d been riding since the first whispers of dawn. In his frustration, he kicked his tired stallion and departed from the hunting party. He wished to get away from them, find a lake perhaps to drink and cool down. He’d already emptied the contents of the water skin he packed.

The passing wind was welcome as he rode swiftly through the thicket of tall trees and gnarly roots. It was just after midday, he decided when he glanced at the position of the blaring sun. Pearls of his perspiration gathered at the space between his hairline and forehead. He had no idea why he suddenly decided to run off like this, in reckless abandon. Perhaps he truly needed it. Duties were beginning to pile up, and he had been drowning in an ocean of paper. This ride could lift those weights off his shoulders.

He rode deeper. The leaves of the trees seemed to thicken, creating a shroud over the forest floor. Little streams of light trickled through the gaps. It was haunting, but beautiful. He felt bad for the poor creature he’d been overworking for the past time, and dismounted it easily, patting the stallion’s neck. The two walked together in eerie silence, the only noises being the occasional rustle of dry plants and their footsteps.

Jacaerys could easily return now. But something about this part of the Kingswood drew him in. He wanted to explore it. His fingers touched rough bark, his cheek was kissed by soft breezes. His horse nickered. The prince tugged at the reins he was holding, urging his companion forward. It snorted and resisted. He frowned. “Come.” As if the horse could understand him.

But it would not, going so far to rear its head back, hooves tangling in a messy attempt to escape. A wave of dread rose through his flesh, leading him to shudder involuntarily. He should leave… but a burning desire pulled him deeper into the woods. He was not phased when his steed finally tore the reins out of his grip and galloped out of the darkness, whinnying bone-chilling shrieks of fear.

It was like Jacaerys fell into a trance. The forest entranced him. Until...

What was that?

It was clear and elegant, the equivalent of sweet honey. A singer, he thought. What would a bard be doing in there middle of the Kingswood?

He continued on. It was one of the prettiest melodies he’d heard. Jacaerys paused and blinked. His eyes must’ve been deceiving him because the longer he walked, the more… enchanting the forest seemed? With each step the ground was lusher. Grass grew plentifully and appeared more verdant, the soil was soft and moist. Sprigs of vibrant flowers bloomed, while the air smelled sweeter and shimmered with a thin veil of glitter.

The hums continued. He was completely enraptured, following the sound like a dog did a bone. Did the air feel wet now? He could feel a certain dampness that coated his exposed skin. He felt as if he could reach out and grab it.

After moments more of walking, Jacaerys happened upon a clearing. Right in the middle was a sparkling crystal lake. Somehow, rolls of fog curled off the water's surface. Here the woods were most beautiful, tall and ancient trees, looking like a haven from the old gods. But the most beautiful could've been the Maiden herself. A young girl, bathing, singing.

Her hair was dappled with clear droplets, sliding down her supple skin and falling back into the lake whence it came. Jacaerys wanted to look away. That face was too perfect to be real. He was a gentleman, by no means the sort of soul who would watch a lady while she bathed. It was inappropriate, and she certainly wouldn't be happy to find him staring there. He couldn't stop.

The girl's eyes were closed whilst she sang, smooth arms covering her chest, though his traitorous eyes could see the beginnings to the swell of her breast. His mouth had dropped. His pants were uncomfortably tight, never feeling more ashamed as he did now. Stupid boy, absolutely enchanted with her, lost his balance. His foot stepped on a slick patch of mud, leading him to scramble for steadiness.

"Shit!" he hissed. Bad idea.

That beautiful creature stopped amidst her melody, her head whipping to his direction. She let out a high gasp, plunging the rest of her body down into the water.

"No wait!" Jacaerys pleaded. He was unsure as to why he needed to see her. "Please, my lady."

Her head was barely risen above the water. He only caught a glimpse of those magical eyes. Her eyebrow was cocked, as if she was considering his words. Could she even understand him? She was much too pretty to have been born common of this earth.

"I am Prince Jacaerys Velaryon," he started. He had such a sense of desperation for this girl, he even unbuckled his scabbard and set it on the ground. "I got lost here, in the woods and I heard you. You are very talented, my lady." Jacaerys inched forward with careful steps.

She appeared to come close to him too, judging from the ripples.

"Prince?" she spoke. Her voice was not completely foreign, not alike any Essosi tradesman he'd interacted with, but her tongue did not sound comfortable speaking Common words.

"A prince," he confirmed. Two more steps, one foot at a time. "I am the queen's son."

"I know," she spoke. It was as lovely as when she sang.

"I have told you my name already, my lady. What should I call you?" he asked. Three steps. He was almost at the edge of the lake.

After a moment of contemplation, the girl answered. "My mother called me Y/n, I think. But that was long ago. And my mother is now gone."

Jacaerys blinked. "Oh. I am very sorry that happened to you, my lady."

"It was long ago," she said a second time. By now, Jacaerys was at the edge and she was approaching him. Her upper half had risen out of hiding, and gleamed so prettily. Jacaerys thought himself a sinner.

"What are you?" he whispered.

"I do not understand what you mean," she replied softly. She rose higher. One of her soft hands reached out to cup Jacaerys' jaw. The other touched his face experimentally. He shivered, glancing up at her. Her touch was like the fire of dragons, burning into him, marking him. Her finger ran over the slant of his nose, his eyelids, his cupid's bow. Her face held an innocent curiosity.

Jacaerys reached out to touch her. "Is there something wrong with my looks, my lady?"

"I thought humans were ugly," Y/n used her hand to put his chin up, examining how his bones made up his features.

"And do I prove those words true, my lady?"

He barely even noticed she called him human, like she wasn't one. Her eyebrows furrowed as her head shook. She was as much in a trance as Jacaerys. Her finger pads pressed against his cheekbone. Y/n was truly fascinated.

"Then what do you think as of late, my lady?" he pressed. Jacaerys could not tear his eyes from her at all.

"Pretty."

At this, he had to laugh. "Am I pretty?"

"Beautiful," she frowned again, prodding at the slight plump of his cheek.

"Is that so terrible?" he asked. What was he doing? Playing around with this... what even was she? "My lady... what are you?"

"You already asked me that," she remarked. She was much more interested in his face than his words. Y/n held his cheek firmly. He melted into that touch.

"And I wish for you to answer me," he replied dazedly.

"I was born from the forest," she answered, using both hands to hold him. She leaned closer, her curiosity burning and pulling her like the force of gravity. Her two thumbs caressed his lips.

"Born from the forest?" he questioned. His voice trailed off into silence as she touched his lips. His thoughts were screaming at him to just do it. To kiss her. "Are you a sort of nymph? Perhaps one the faefolk?"

"I am certain it is one of them," she answered, though Y/n sounded far away. She was so tempting, so enticing.

It felt completely right when the both of them surged forward the same time, connecting their lips in a frenzied manner. He shouldn't be doing this, he told himself. He should either be wedding his cousin Lady Baela, or arranging a betrothal with a good woman of a noble house. Instead he was here, at the edge of a lake, filled with ecstasy at the touch of an unknown forest girl.

She had begun to pull at him. Jacaerys complied, permitting his trousers to grow damp with the lake's water when he sat upon the submerged rock. Her sweet scent filled his nose, he had no other thought but her. He practically ripped his shirt open, tossing it to the side, no longer confined by its restraints. Y/n's gaze feasted on the sight of his well-sculpted torso. She ran her itching hands all over it, leaving him with pleasured grunts and shivers. He pulled her closer, the heat of their kiss rivalling the inky flame of the Black Dread.

ONCE HE RETURNED HOME, JACAERYS TOSSED IN HIS BED. Y/n was all on his mind, that girl in the forest. He could barely sleep without feeling the lake water lapping at his arms, feeling the droplets slide over his body. And once he did, her face was the one that haunted his dreams. Those soft lips, her gentle touch.

Beautiful. Her words echoed, bouncing back and forth through the chasm that was his mind.

Her lips dragging across his throat. I was born from the forest.

Desire had licked through his core the whole time. He had been so close to it, to defiling that sweet maiden and forever binding her to him. Strokes of heat curled at him while he slept, he writhed thinking of the girl. He knew he had to see her again.

As soon as the sun woke him, he was already saddling Vermax and flying out the green creature back to the Kingswood. Y/n met him again, with her soft lips and glinting eyes. This time she was not naked or bathing, but dressed in loose silks, lounging on the grass below. An assortment of... food laid out before her, juicy berries and sweet cakes.

Jacaerys dismounted Vermax, taking careful steps over. "My lady?"

"I am not a lady," she reminded. "Y/n is alright. Come." she beckoned him and smiled. He could not resist that.

"Is this for me?" he asked.

"I was hoping you would return,” she said back, with warm cheeks.

"I was hoping to return."

Her cheeks grew hotter. "I am glad to hear that."

He gestured to the spot in the grass beside her. "Uh may I?"

"Of course," she answered quickly. She changed her position from lying into a more respectable one with her legs crossed and back upright, even pulling up her thin sleeves and fanning out her soft skirts. Jacaerys was entranced by those skirts. They looked much softer than regular silk, like he could touch it and it would dissipate like mist. It even shimmered.

"I like your dress, my lady," he complimented. His fingers itched to touch it.

Y/n grinned. "Thank you."

It was an odd sort of tension. It was almost laughable. Just the day before they were kissing like familiar lovers, soaking wet without most of their clothes, and now that the curiosity had faded, left two shy and awkward individuals. It reminded Jacaerys of his time as boy, after he'd been kissed on the cheek by a pretty maid, rosy-faced and stuttering.

"I must apologise for any of my wrongdoings," he bowed his head and chuckled. "I do not take picnics with pretty girls often."

"I must be more terrible," she picked up a bright red berry. "I don't see a lot of boys. Not so much beautiful ones."

"You've called me that before," he remarked, gazing at the berry between her fingers.

"Because you are," she insisted, popping the berry into her mouth. Jacaerys could feel his mouth begin to water. It looked delicious. And of course, her lips did too.

He snickered, but the idea did somewhat confuse him. "You know in the rest of Westeros, we call the men handsome."

"Well you forget, silly prince, that I live in the woods," she laughed. He could hear her laugh forever. "I am not so accustomed to your terms. To me, you are beautiful. And I think were I not some girl in these woods, even if I was brought up alongside the majority of your kind, I would think you beautiful."

"How so, my lady?" he finally got the courage to steal a fruit from her pile. It made her laugh again.

"I've seen handsome men. And they are handsome, of course, but they are not beautiful. You are beautiful, Jacaerys. There is something about you, I cannot place it, but it is what distinguishes handsome from beautiful."

Jacaerys had never heard prettier words come from someone. They traded smiles. Soon their situation had shifted, from an uneasy, tense ordeal, to something simple. It wasn't difficult to talk to Y/n, he discovered. She was a ravishing woman, but she was well spoken, and kind. She fed him the berries, some tangy, some sweet, and the cakes, which were soft and warm. They asked each other questions. Their lives were different. He found out she learned to speak from her hearing passerby in the woods, but she used to be regularly visited by an old, wise maester. Her mother and father were present for her first years of childhood, until they tragically passed, and she was raised by the spirits. That one had really surprised him. He told her all about Vermax, who had been sleeping nearby the entire time, his family, his duty as Prince of Dragonstone.

By the end of it all, he was completely and utterly smitten.

As the moons passed, he found himself finding Y/n more and more. Vermax must've been tired with the amount of flights, his siblings and his mother were suspicious of him. She was warm, she was the sweetest girl he ever had the pleasure to know. He could say whatever he wanted in front of her, they made each other laugh, and by the Seven, her face was so delectably crafted he could stare at it hours on end.

"Have you ever thought of venturing outside this place?" he asked her one day. He was peacefully relaxing in the lake that day. The sun was hot, pulsating waves of heat. It didn't appear to bother Y/n, who was happy to weave flowers just in the small field nearby. "I could take you to the city."

"I've been told the city is a dirty, smelly place," she replied. "And that they do not take so kindly to people they do not know."

"I cannot deny that," he admitted.

"Don't you like it here?" it was her turn to impose a question. She glanced at him, her fingers weaving the flowers as if it were something she'd done a hundred times over.

"Of course I do," Jacaerys replied. He watched her weave, entranced with the movement of her hands. "But I miss you when I go back. And I hate going back because I know that I will miss you."

It looked like she finally finished her ring of flowers, and she crawled over to him with a large smile. "How unfortunate for you."

His head tilted, his expression one of a false incredulousness. "You mock my pain, my lady?"

"I am merely pointing out its tragedy," her smile widened, and she tossed the flowers over his head, making a pretty crown.

"What is this?" he barked out into laughter.

"A crown. You told me you were going to be a king, yes? It suits you."

"Kings wear crowns of gold, my sweet."

"Well you have not been crowned yet, so you can start with this one."

Jacaerys shook his head, grinning. He leaned up and they shared a sweet, but brief kiss. "What am I to do with you?"

"We'll find that out one day," she hummed. Y/n sat on the edge and dipped her feet into the pool. The water lapped at her feet, refreshing in the summer weather.

"What if I already know?" he suggested innocently. His fingers crawled up to her arm.

"Tell me," Y/n shifted to sit on him, one of her arms slithering behind his neck. Her touch was always welcome.

"Be my princess."

The offer stunned her. She was astonished, needless to say. She never would've expected him to bring that up, of all things. But, she wasn't thinking of denying it either.

"I shall douse the whole city in soap and water, and put all evil to the sword," his tone was light and cheerful, yet in his eyes she knew he was being serious. "Come back with me this time and I shall do anything you want."

"I..."

"Please. You have made me happier than anything in years. I believe I've spent more time with you than my duties. Do you know nothing has ever kept me from responsibility except for you? I could not leave you, even if it was the last thing I had to do. Follow me home. Marry me. I will grovel at your feet if I have to, my sweet, I would wound myself and cover it in salt if that's what it took. Come with me."

Y/n didn't think she could stay in the forest forever. And even if she did, her heart would yearn for this beautiful human boy all day, all night. Her lips met his again, she felt herself beaming. "Very well."

A/N: I POSTED BEA. NOW YOU HAVE TO‼️ 👹👹

Tags: @jacespookiebear @januarybella @kimm4710

Date published: Sunday 20th August 2023