#Alice KNEW what happened to her mother this is CONFIRMED

[insomniakisses]

The king’s Daughter and the Queen | 2

Character: Alicent Targaryen Neè Hightower (HOTD)

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Warnings/notes: death of the king, brief mentions of plotting to take the throne, omega!alicent, Alpha!reader, omegaverse au, tw; Otto.

One. / Three. / Three (Alt. Ver)

Just then a knock sounded on the door, a servant entering with the news that would change your lives.

—

“Princess, I have a message” you hear your handmaiden call from out side the door.

“What is it?” You call, pulling alicent closer in your hold. A smile pulling at her lips when you kiss her cheek.

“The king… he is dead.”

You feel Alic stiffen next to you and your eyes widening at the news. On one hand you feel a rush of happiness and relief. With your liver now a free woman you could marry her, and publicly parent your kids. On the other hand you felt saddened by wishing your fathers death all of this time.

Then one thing came to mind, Rhaenyra. Though you loved your sister, you knew that she would forbid the marriage between you and Alicent and put your children to the sword for you could not tell her they were your own. Unless… maybe it wouldn’t hurt?

“What do we do?” Your broken out of your thoughts by your Alicent’s voice, “We… We invite Rhaenyra here, we discuss whats to happen with her. She is heir.”

“We cannot!” She gasps, “She will kill our children, Y/n please don’t do this!”

You couldn’t bare the look in her eyes, the pain and fear of losing your children. You sigh agreeing and excusing yourself to check on the children. While it was not a total lie, you took the time to send a raven to your sister not mentioning great detail just that the king had taken a turn for the worst and there were things to discuss.

The next stop you made was helaena’s room finding her awake you asked if she needed anything to which she asked for her mother’s presence. You coo and tell her to go to your chambers.

Aemond is next you find him leaving his room as you approach you see him try to hide his smirk bowing slightly, “I am sorry for your loss mother,” you smile kissing his forehead and pulling him to a hug one he reciprocates eagerly.

“Oh my sweet boy,” you coo kissing his head once more. “If you want more cuddles you can join me and your mom in my chamber? Hel is already there?” He nods a smile pulling at his lips heading off in that direction before he pauses turning to look at you once more.

“D-does this.. mean i can call you mama in public now?” He asks hesitantly, though you hear the excitement hidden in his words. “Yes baby,” you smile, “you can call me mama whenever you like.”

Pleased with the answer he takes his leave again, as you make your way to your eldest son. Pushing open the door your greeted with Aegon sitting on his window ledge staring blankly at the sky.

“Aegon?” You question making your way to him, he turns to you then face soaked in tears as more escape his fearful eyes. His expression emotionless and a quiver in his voice, “Mama.. I don’t want to be king,” he cries. Moving to burry himself in your arms. “Please don’t make me”

You wipe his tears grabbing his head and placing a firm kiss to it. “Never.” With the confirmation he relaxes slightly, his exhaustion taking over. Scooping him up you make your way back to your room, smiling at the sight of your love cuddling with your children, placing Aegon down next to Aemond you climb in too wrapping your arms around him as you all cuddle up together. Enjoying the calm and freedom of the moment.

Your eyes begin to shut and your mind falls back to your promise. It’s then that your mind is made up. You could save your children from a life of fear by telling your sister of their true parents, but you could not save them from the misery of duty to the crown. No. You would all swear oath to your sister and you would save your children and Alicent no matter the cost.

Soooo part 2 is out! I hope you like the dynamics! What do we all think? Will Rhaenyra see the good or the bad in the news she will receive? Will she be over come by anger at her once friends hypocrisies or the love for her dear sibling? 🤔

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[maidragoste]

Mistake

Age up!Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader (Daeron's twin sister)

Summary: Your encounter with Jacaerys has consequences and now you are pregnant with his bastard in the middle of the war.

Part two of “I miss you”

A/N: Honestly Jacaerys doesn't appear in this but I promise he will in the next part. The next part will probably be the last and I'll try not to take as long as it takes to post this one (I had most of these written months ago but every time I had to continue writing it made me sad for Reader). Finally, I hope you like it 🥰🥰💞💞

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

At first, you didn't find it strange when your moon blood didn't come. The truth has never been regular. It had happened to you before that it didn't come for a month and the other it did, that's why you didn't worry. But when another moon passed and your sheets were still clean, you began to fear that you were pregnant. Your fears were confirmed when you started having nausea and vomiting in the mornings. You didn't even have time to come up with a plan because your servants went to tell your mother about your condition and she soon appeared in your chambers with the maester.

"Princess, you are pregnant" the maestre confirmed what you already knew.

"Is there no chance of getting rid of the child?" Alicent asked, taking you by surprise.

"Mother!" you screamed in horror and with tears in your eyes. You knew your mother would be furious but it never occurred to you that she would force you to get rid of the baby.

"I'm afraid, your grace, that if we give her the moon tea there is a chance that the princess will not be able to have children in the future."

"Thank you, master. You may retire,” Alicent said and the man gave you a pitying look before leaving.

Once they were alone, you got on your knees and took your mother's hands "Sorry, mother" you apologized through tears, it hurt to see the disappointment on her face, she had never looked at you like that before "Sorry. Sorry, sorry ”you repeated trembling and kissed her hands. You expected some comfort, a caress on the cheek, or even a touch on the hair but nothing. She just kept looking at you. You would have always been the apple of her eye along with Helaena but now you were trouble.

You apologized for letting her down, and for failing her and your brother. You knew that you were an important piece in the war, you were a dragon rider and with your hand, they could win the support of some important house but now no one would marry you while you were pregnant nor could you go to fight in your condition. You apologized because you knew that if you could go back in time you would sleep with Jacaerys again, you were selfish, you loved him.

"Mother, please say something" you begged, unable to bear her silence anymore.

Alicent released her grip and moved away from you. You bit your lip to keep from letting out a sob. You weren't used to cold treatment from your mother. But for now, it would be the only thing you would receive. For a moment you thought about your father, how he would react if he were alive, he would probably be furious too but you thought that the moment he saw you cry he would take you in his arms and tell you that everything would be fine. He would surely have broken Baela and Jacaerys' engagement so that Jace would marry you.

"You will stay in your chambers until further notice" your mother informed you, taking you out of your imagination, and she left your chambers without bothering to look at you again.

Once you were alone you burst into tears and hugged yourself. You didn't know how long you had been crying, you felt that your throat was burning and your knees were starting to hurt so you should get up or the pain would be but you didn't care. You just wanted someone by your side, you didn't want to be alone, so when you heard the door open you couldn't help but look hopeful. They were your brothers. But you felt your heart drop at the sight of Aemond. In his eye, there was nothing but fury.

"He forced you? Did he force himself on you?" asked the prince taking you by the jaw. You shook your head while the tears came out non-stop from your eyes "Tell me!" you sobbed as he increased his strength.

"I slept with Jacaerys because I wanted to" you confessed between trembling and closing your eyes to avoid seeing your brother's face. You were scared, for the first time you had Aemond do something to you. He had never acted like this with you before, you always witnessed how another was the victim of his anger but this time you were the one who disappointed him.

"Aemond, let her go" you heard your older brother's voice "She's scared"

You felt like years passed until you felt Aemond loosen his grip on her "It's okay, sister" he kissed your forehead and stood up "The bastard will pay for bringing you this disgrace"

"Aemond, what will you do?" You asked scared and wanting to follow him but Aegon took you in his arms "Aemond!" you screamed with a broken voice when you saw him leave the room.

"Don't worry, sister" said the king while you cried and clung to him "Everything will be fine, I'm going to legitimize your son"

••••••

The following months were hell for you. You never left your room. Your family did not want anyone at court to know about your condition, much less for the news to reach the Blacks. So they kept you locked in your rooms, and the only company you had were the maids but they weren't great company because they barely entered your room just to feed you and also never spoke to you, they couldn't since none of them had a tongue. Your sanity hung by a thread, exactly on the maester's visits. He was the only person you could talk to, you knew that the old man felt sorry for you because sometimes he extended the visits just so that you could talk to someone. For a while Aegon had also come to visit you, he always consoled you and distracted you, he told you some story about his drunkenness or about some gossip that you had. It didn't matter how many times you asked him about what was happening with your family, the war and Jacaerys but he never answered you. You were afraid that your questions made him angry because one day he stopped showing up.

Sometimes you prayed that your baby would look like Jacaerys because you missed him so much and longed to see his eyes again. But other times you prayed to the gods that the baby would look like you, maybe if your child is born with your hair and Targaryen eyes then your family will forgive you and let you go. For that reason, you were anxious to give birth again but at the same time, you were afraid. You were afraid of doing this alone without Jacaerys, you were afraid that something would go wrong and you would never have had a chance to say goodbye to your lover. You were afraid of dying and leaving your child alone, you didn't know what your family would do with your baby, they could kill it and Jacaerys would never know that you two had a child.

Most nights you dreamed of Jacaerys and your son. You dreamed of an excited Jace choosing a dragon egg to put in front of her son's cradle. You dreamed of Jace singing to the baby to calm him down. You dreamed of him introducing Vermax to the baby. You dreamed of the first flight of the three together. You dreamed of Jace trying to teach his son how to say “kepa” and “muña” even though his High Valyrian is terrible. You wished more than anything that one of those dreams would come true one day. But after being locked up for months you didn't think it would ever happen. If you survive the birth, you would have to raise your child alone within the four walls of your chambers. That if your family allows you after all for them your baby is a mistake.

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[silens-oro]

Eye for an Eye II

Aemond Targaryen x F!Targaryen!Reader

Part I | Part III

Masterlist

Synopsis: Aemond has done the unthinkable and must deal with the consequences brought onto his family.

No "y/n" mentioned

Word Count: 1,789

Warning: Darkfic. Targaryen brother/sister incestuous marriage, pregnancy, foeticide, murder, gore.

AN: This part is shorter than the first, but there will be one final part to this series. Thank you so much for the feedback on this series thus far! Enjoy!

House of the Dragon requests are OPEN

The bursting of the guards through the door to the council chambers turned all heads to the intrusion. 

“What is the meaning of this?” Alicent demanded, standing from her chair. 

“It is the Princess, your Grace.” He looked to Aemond, “There’s been an attempt. The Princess is with the Maesters,” 

“An attempt?” Alicent guffawed. 

“Yes, your Grace,” The guard confirmed.

“What happened?” She tried to get clarity on the situation.

“And her sword?” Aemond hissed over his mother’s question, mirroring her as his chair squealed harshly with how aggressive he pushed it back. 

“I know not, your Grace. Details are developing by the second,” 

“Find him,” Aemond demanded, storming past the guard and out of the council chambers. 

“Ser Criston,” Alicent directed with a nod to the door. “Alert the Kingsguard and find the beast.” She repeated her son’s command. The Lord Commander bowed and swiftly left the room, members of the Kingsguard following behind him just outside the doors. 

Panicked chatter quickly filled the room between the council members. Alicent looked to her father, whose brow was pinched. 

“Do not utter the words,” Alicent spoke to the Hand. Do not say that Aemond has brought this upon himself, was what was implied. Though they both knew this to be true, Otto nodded, keeping silent. Gathering order of the room, Alicent continued, “Once I know what has happened, I will call upon the council. Until then, you are dismissed.” 

All of the members, with the exception of the Hand, bowed and quickly fled the room. 

“Lord Larys,” Alicent called out. He was at the tail end of the group, but stopped once he heard the Queen Mother.

“Your Grace,” He bowed.

“Do what you must,” Was all the matriarch said to Larys Strong.

“So it shall be done, my Queen,” He bowed and hobbled out of the room, cane clicking until the sound disappeared with him.

Aemond could not prepare himself for the scene before him. As he turned to the passageway that would lead him to the maesters’ sector, he was met with a barrage of servants scrubbing the floor. The stench of blood hit him square in the face. 

Ignoring their formal greetings, Aemond all but ran down the open walkway. Aerraxys’ protective chitters could be heard from the other side of the tower where he was standing guard. A small burst of pride for the creature blipped in Aemond’s chest, though it was fleeting. He pushed past the guards that held tight at the door. All movement stopped and eyes turned to the seething Prince. 

Aemond was always thought of as ruthless, cruel even, but those words held little meaning until this very moment. The world would see just how ruthless and cruel the One-Eyed Prince could truly be.

Aemond’s lilac eye seemed to glow in the candlelit room as he searched for his wife. 

“Your Grace,” The Grandmaester scurried over and bowed. 

“Where is she?” He demanded, voice booming. 

“We are doing all that we can, you Grace, but the Princess is in a precarious situation.”

“Speak plainly, Grandmaester. Where is my wife?” Spittle flew from between his teeth in a final warning.

“She is not in a state for viewing, your Grace,” The Grandmaester further explained, “Her midwives are seeing to her at this current moment. They are cleaning her up to the best of their abilities, but we must let them work diligently. Before you are brought to her, we must first discuss what has happened.” Aemond’s patience, as minute as it was to begin with, was wearing thin. The Grandmaester motioned him to a private chamber, away from open ears. 

“The attempt on the dear Princess’s life is dire, my Prince. I will not lie. Her Grace was brutally attacked, a blade sheathed in her womb deliberately. The act itself pushed her into labor. That she still holds life is a miracle of the Seven, though I am woeful to say that the dear child did not survive. The Stranger had the babe in their grasp before the Princess was found, I’m afraid. He is with the Silent Sisters as we speak,”

“He?” Aemond’s voice just above a whisper. A son.

“My babe is yet to be born and you’ll rip them cruelly from my hands? Will you scoop them up the second they drop from me, Husband?” Your hoarse voice echoed through his mind. “You let your anger cloud your judgement, Aemond, and it will be to our detriment.”

Aemond was at fault, there was no denying it. He wouldn’t deny it. Not as his son lay shrouded before the Silent Sisters. Not as his wife lay at the mercy of the Mother. The words his wife spoke to him just hours previous rang true, regardless of the venom those words held. She had never led him astray before yet he still did not take heed. 

“Yes, your Grace. My deepest, humblest condolences,” The Grandmaester bowed his head. Aemond merely blinked, head rushing. A fire built within him, silent and still, but just as deadly as a snake coiled and ready to strike death into its opponent. 

“Bring me to her,” The Grandmaester nodded solemnly, leading the Prince to the Princess’s private room. The heavy door was cracked open just a sliver, wide enough to see the damage that beheld you. As he peaked in, Aemond felt he would collapse on the spot. 

You, his adoring sister and dutiful wife, lay still as the dead, covered by a sheet from the waist up. Your skin -which was once glowing- was now pallid, ashen. Your lips were a shade of blue that only belonged to those who have crossed with the Stranger, and yet the Grandmaester affirmed that you were still within the realm of the living. 

Midwives and their assistants were between your legs at the end of the blood soaked bed, working steadfastly. Dizziness overcame Aemond and he brought a hand up to the frame of the door to keep himself upright.

The amber eye, nearly as large as the window itself, did not escape Aemond. Aerraxys’ watchful gaze was kept on the room from where he had perched on the side of the tower, a shield of protection from any further harm. Aemond could see the midwives’ and young assistants’ nervous glances towards the ferocious beast as they continued to work.

“She’s been given milk of the poppy for the pain, and we will continue administering to keep her from waking to hasten her recovery. So long as a fever does not take, she will remain with us, my Prince. We hope that our prayers to the Mother do not go unanswered.”

“My son,” Alicent spoke softly behind him, jarring Aemond from the horrors he couldn’t tear his eyes from. Slowly, he turned to his mother. Nary a tear has ever fallen from Aemond’s eye. Not as a boy, and not as a man. To see the wall of unshed tears in his remaining eye caused her to bring a hand up to her lips to shield her sob.

“Your Grace,” The Grandmaester bowed to the Queen Mother and scurried off to continue his duties. Aemond softly closed the door to your healing chambers and walked past his mother without a word.

“Father says we are to be wed,” Aemond’s voice brought you out of your concentration. Setting your needlepoint down onto the table to your right you gave him your full attention. At nearly two and ten, Aemond had grown from the boy who bonded with the Mother of Dragons. He had nearly doubled in height in a blink of the eye, his features becoming more severe in favor of the soft, rounded features he had when he was younger. “Did you know this?”

“I did,” You confirmed, face neutral. Aemond shifted nervously and did not make eye contact with you. Had you known that his fear was not the marriage itself but the fear that you were forced into a union with him, your heart would’ve grown three sizes. Aemond always took you into consideration with everything he did, always mindful to not cause distress nor disappointment. He’d remove his remaining eye if it garnered your praise. Love Helaena had called it. 

“And you are okay with this?” You could hear the shake in his voice and the thick gulp he took post question from clear across the room. “This union pleases you?”

“Aemond,” You spoke his name aloud to get his attention from the floor. Hearing his name leave your lips was like a caress of the sun’s rays on his face. “It was my choice,” The rush of air that left him had you standing to your feet. “Does this displease you?” You asked, taking tentative steps towards the youngest Targaryen son. 

Standing before him, you brought your hand up to place over his heart. His rough hand met yours instantly in an embrace.

“It pleases me greatly, dear sister, though I am not worthy of your affections.” 

Truthfully, Aemond had never been worthy of you. Not then as a boy, and not now as your husband. That thought was glaringly obvious to him as he stood on your shared balcony overlooking the city. You offered comfort and protection, while he offered pain and death.

His wife’s sworn Knight had indeed been found, crumpled at her door with his throat slit so deep it was a question as to how his head stayed attached to his shoulders. Your bloody footsteps that led to the secret passageway within the chambers had yet to be scrubbed from the floor when he had arrived. In his initial return, Aemond had followed them into the tunnels until the prints were no more. By pure instinct alone he knew where you had turned, which tunnels you took to bypass the hallways to make your journey to safety. As he neared the end of his journey, he kneeled down at the sight of a candle -dimly lit as it gave off the last bit of light it could before the wick was burned entirely. The wax had melted over the rim of the golden holder and onto the stone floor. He was correct. 

A knock at the chamber door interrupted Aemond’s thoughts.

“Enter,” He called out. A Kingsguard entered the chambers, bowing his head quickly.

“They’ve been found, your Grace,” The fire that had been circling within the One-Eyed Prince had once more been stoked, a dangerous smirk gracing his lips. “I will alert the council at once,”

“No,” Aemond stopped the Knight in his tracks. “Bring me to them. I will bring this to the council myself. ”

Aemond would do what his sire would not. With fire and blood, he would bring vengeance for his son and justice for his wife. 

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[zaraomarrogers]

Always and Forever - 14

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!reader

Warning: Angst, Fluff, 18+ content (Minors DNI)

A/n: A very special to thanks @sunshine-on-my-mind for helping me out with this chapter. Meera, I wouldn't be able to do it without your help. Thankyou for your endless support.

~*~

Dear Y/n,

I thought it was time to let you know about what happened, and if you have figured it out by yourself, I’m not surprised it took you so long.

Our mother, had made me a pawn in her game. She had framed our father and alleged him of cheating when in truth she was the one who had an affair.

And she had always played games with our family for her own gain. She used me to separate you and Steve and manipulated me.

Steve was drugged. He never cheated on you while you two were together. What happened after that- it’s better to not think about.

Also, few years ago I heard couple a rumours swirling around the firm that our mother might have a hand behind Joseph Rogers death. Yes, it wasn’t just a cardiac arrest. I ignored them in the beginning but a lot of things about her behaviour has started surfacing recently and I had to probe.  

I’m sending you whatever evidence I pulled off of our mother’s transgression. You are not as naive as you were before, so I hope you wisely decide what to do with this information. I apologise for not using my own brain and be a tool in our mother’s game.

 

Regards,

Peggy

 

~*~

 

Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the long glass window. Y/n pressed her temple harder from her left hand while still trying to remain focus on the designs in front of her. The sun light had started to cause her eyes squint making her migraine ten times more worse. She pressed the button on the extension phone to call Lily in her office and as soon as she came in, she rushed towards the desk where Y/n was seated with her face hidden in her hands.

 

“Are you okay?” Lily asked worried.

 

“Just migraine, can you please close the blinds and turn off the extra lights?” Y/n said in a low voice.

 

“Sure. Do you want me to call the doctor or something. You don’t look good.”

 

“No, no. I’ll be fine, just gonna sleep it off. Call me an Uber and go through these files, and give ‘em to Steve in the meeting. He’ll have it discussed with the financers.”

 

“Okay. Do you want me to tell Wanda or Mr. Rogers about you leaving early?”

 

“Oh no, no need. Just inform them in the meeting.”

 

“Okay. Are you sure you don’t want to see the doctor?” she was genuinely concerned.

 

“No Lily! I’ll be fine.”

 

“Okay, okay. Your Uber is 5 minutes away.”

 

“Okay, thank you Lily.” Y/n tried to stand up on her feet not without a faltered step, she immediately hold the edge of the table. She took her sunglasses out of her bag and put them on. Taking off her heels and holding them in her hand she slid her purse on the shoulder and walked towards the elevator. Lily offered to accompany her to the ground level where the ride was waiting for her but she refused.

 

It had been a week and a half since she’d been sitting on the email she received from Peggy. It took her couple days before deciding that she should share the content of the email with her father before saying anything to Steve. But Wanda and her had planned a vacation trip for Daniel and Alice for their wedding anniversary and she couldn’t burden her father with this vile  information she knew nothing about. It was better to wait for them to come back and then she’d accost the issue.

 

Peggy’s confession didn’t exactly make her feel relieved that Steve was blameless, deep down she knew that and the confirmation had just stamped Steve’s innocence. Her heart was breaking for Steve and the burden of guilt he had been carrying for four years. She didn’t remember how many times in the past week she wanted to just hold him tight, and protect him for whatever this was but she couldn’t do anything but wait for her parents to come back. She wasn’t even sure if she could completely trust Peggy and  because of the extra information Peggy had given her about Steve’s dad had her mind numb with thinking of different scenarios and things that could go wrong. Keeping everything from Steve was right thing to do for now. It was her way of protecting him from the inevitable but the least she could do was try.

 

 

Steve was in his office with few other people from the finances to discuss the yearly expenses when Lily entered the room with a gentle knock. She placed the file in front of Steve.

 

“Where’s Y/n?” Steve asked a little confused when Lily started telling him and everyone else the details of the file that Y/n had managed to complete.

 

“She left early. She wasn’t feeling well.” Lily said fixing her glasses on her nose as a nervous habit.

 

“She was fine this morning.” Steve almost mumbled to himself. “Lily, what is it? She had prepared this file, and is expected to lay out the plan.”

 

Steve didn’t mean to come off as harsh as he sounded. He apologised immediately to Lily when he saw her flinched.

 

“She was having a splitting migraine. I booked her an Uber on her request, could barely hold herself together.”

 

“Why didn’t you inform me?” Steve’s voice was low and full of concern. Other people could see the softness and worry in Steve’s expressions.

 

“I wanted to but she stopped me. Told me not to disturb you before meeting.”

 

“Well, there’s no point of having this meeting when Y/n’s not here. She had worked hard on planning the yearly spends, I can’t decide on the plans without giving this file a thorough read.” Steve said standing up on his feet, “I’m sorry guys, but I think we’re holding up on this meeting for couple a days -  good thing we still have time, so a little delay won’t be bad.” He dismissed the meeting with a tight lipped smile. His mind was wrapped up in the news Lily just gave him. He had been distant from Y/n after seeing her and Andy the night he stayed at her house. It wasn’t intentional, the hurt was doubled with fear, the fear of losing her for good had him thinking worst possibilities He kept the interaction between them bare minimum, and wasn’t surprised when Y/n didn’t make an effort to reach out to him, not that he was expecting her to be. He was just in his head that he didn’t even notice that Y/n was also uncharacteristically quiet, even with Malcolm she was not engaging. They both were in their own heads and none of them noticed that.

 

Steve entered Wanda’s studio that was on the top floor of the building and spotted her working on one of her many master creations. Steve looked around and silently praised her hard work.

 

“Wanda..” Steve cleared his throat, “I’m going to pick Malcolm up and head to Y/n's.”

 

“Mhmm...” She nodded, eyes still glued on the mannequin in front of her.

 

“Y/n has already left. She wasn’t feeling good.” Steve said again when Wanda didn’t say anything.

 

“Why? What happened?” She finally looked at him with a slight frown.

 

“Lily said she was having a migraine so she left. I’m just going to go check on her... if she needs something.”

 

“Oh no! She’s got migraine.” Wanda whispered to herself. “Okay, keep me posted, I’ll drop by once I’m done with this.” She said mentally figuring out her busy schedule.

 

“Sure.” With that Steve left. Something was not right, he could feel it in his heart. Worry started to take over him as he sped up the car. An unsettling feeling had crept into his heart the moment he entered Y/n’s house. He put down Malcolm from his arms on the floor.

 

“Y/n?” He called. He made his way up the stairs and into Y/n's room, Malcolm hot on his tail. He could hear the low voice of coughing from the bathroom.

 

“Y/n? You okay?” He peeked into the bathroom from the door, seeing Y/n bent over the toilet, vomiting and coughing. In long strides he covered the distance and sat on the floor, legs drawing on either side of her, he gently pulled her hair back from one hand and slowly rub her back.

 

“S – Steve, just go. It’s gross.” Y/n said in a low raspy voice. She slumped against Steve’s chest, on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom. Steve wrapped his arm around her protectively.

 

“Do you want me to call the doctor? We can go to any walk-in clinic? Do you need some meds? Y/n... sweetheart?” his voice was laced with concern and worry. Malcolm came to stand in the door way, clutching his stuffed puppy, worried seeing his mama like that.

 

“Mama?” Malcolm’s voice wavered with emotions. Steve and Y/n both looked at Malcolm’s who had tears in his eyes now.

 

“Mal-pal, go get mama’s pain meds. You know which one right.” Y/n said in a barely audible voice. “I’ll be fine, Steve. Don’t worry.” Her head was throbbing in pain. Malcolm made his way towards the sink cabinets, he stood on the step-stool and  opened the left one and took out a bottle of prescribed medicine. As he came towards Y/n , she felt another wave of nausea hit her, crouching over the toilet she spewed the contents of her stomach. Steve, again pulled her hair back and rubbed her back. Malcolm grabbed the towel from the sink counter and brought it to his mama and handed her the painkillers.

 

“Mama pwease be okay.” His lower lip trembled and Y/n opened her arms to hold him while still seated between Steve’s legs.

 

“I’m okay, sweetheart. I just have a headache. I’ll be okay when I wake up. You know that right, Mal-pal?”

 

Malcolm nodded, kissing her on the face. He stepped back and hold out his hand to hold her, so that he could take his mama to the bedroom. Steve was silently witnessing them, his heart clenched assuming that this wasn’t the first time it happened. Malcolm had seen and been through the situation before.

 

“Here bubba, let me help mama.” He said, taking Y/n in his arms and carried her bridal style to the bedroom. The dim light from lamp made her squint her eyes. Gently, Steve laid her down on the bed, tucking her under the covers, he placed a sweet kiss on her forehead.

 

“Go to sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He whispered and kissed her hair again.

 

He looked around and see Y/n’s pile of clothes on the floor that she changed from after coming home. He picked her work clothes along with her bra and panties and dump them in a laundry basket. Malcolm was right behind him, watching his dad cleaning up the toilet and picking up the used towel and throw it into the hamper. Steve left the bathroom light on and door slightly ajar, he turned off the night stand lamp, turning the room dark. The only light coming was from the bathroom.

 

“C'mon bubba, let’s fix you something to eat.” He carried Malcolm in his arms and came downstairs in the kitchen, setting him on the counter he asked him what did he want to eat. After a little debate, the father – son duo agreed on having some fruits and yogurt. They spent rest of the evening painting and colouring in hush voices. Malcolm told him that Y/n had had migraine before but he was unable to explain it that got Steve more worried. Dinner time rolled around real quick for Steve and Malcolm who were snuggled on the couch in the living room, watching Ms Rachel on YouTube.

 

By the time Wanda dropped by, Malcolm was tired and already sleepy. She brought Chinese takeout for Steve and Malcolm.

 

“Thanks for the dinner, Wanda. I really appreciate it.” Steve said taking a seat on the couch across from Wanda. Malcolm was in Wanda’s lap, quietly playing with the loose thread on her sweater.

 

“Oh, it’s no problem, Steve. How is she? Still sleeping?”

 

“Yup. She took the pain meds.” Steve fiddled with his fingers, unable to form a sentence. “Is – is it umm normal thing; I mean her migraine. She threw up couple a times, she’s in so much pain.”

 

“Yeah, whenever she gets this.. migraine, it’s always worse. It’s not a usual occurrence, something triggers it. I don’t know what does it this time. She seemed fine to me. But the only thing doctor had said is to sleep it off and rest.”

 

Steve nodded, “Did it happen in front of Mal too? I mean, he knows where her meds are.. I – I panicked when I came here.”

 

“Yes, she kinda explained him that if she gets it and there’s no one home, Mal knows what to do, and where to get her meds. Don’t worry Steve, She’ll be fine when she wakes up, a little drowsy but that’s the meds effect, once it flushes out of her system, She’ll be perfectly fine.”

 

“I can’t help but be worried. I’ve never seen her like this and its killing me. Mal's too small to – “ He didn’t finish, just sighed heavily and leaned against the back of the couch.

 

“I know what you mean, Steve. Its just – she wouldn’t want us to carry the weight of her worries, she’d internalise everything. I have to dig her sometimes, get to the root of her stress. She’s stubborn like that.”

 

“Yeah, I know. Same old Y/n" Steve smiled.

 

“So...”

 

“So?” Steve raised an eyebrow at her.

 

“I’m here, I mean if you...”

 

“I don’t want to be anywhere but here, Wanda. If you want to stay, you’re most welcome.”

 

“Oh okay. Guess, I can trust you with my sister and nephew.” Wanda teased.

 

Steve rolled his eyes and Wanda chuckled.

 

“I know you will take care of her and this little guy.” She slightly nudged Malcolm in the ribs who was soundly asleep.

 

“Ohhh...” she whispered looking down at Malcolm.

 

“Here let me take him to his bed.” Steve offered standing up.

 

“It’s okay, I’ll put him to bed and check up on Y/n.”

 

Steve nodded, “You sit and eat. It’s all cold now.” Wanda whispered while taking Malcolm upstairs to his room. Malcolm started stirring when she tuck him in, whimpering a little he opened his blue eyes.

 

“Where daddy?” he panicked.

 

“Mal, he is downstairs, eating dinner.” Wanda whispered rubbing his back gently.

 

“No, daddy. I want daddy. Pwease daddy.” His sleepy eyes were filled with tears.

 

“Sshh, let me...” Wanda took him in her arms again.

 

“Here, bubba. I’m right here. No need to cry buddy.” Steve must have heard his voice so he entered the room right when Wanda was about to take Malcolm back to him.

 

“See, Wan Wan is trying to help you go back to sleep.” Steve gently rocked him in his arms.

 

“Stay daddy.”

 

“Okay, I’m not going anywhere. You want  some chicken noodle soup? There’s some spaghetti as well.” 

 

Malcolm nodded his head and they made their way back to kitchen. Wanda reheat the food in the microwave while Steve sat Malcolm down on the dining chair.

 

“Thank you Wanda.” Steve said with a genuine smile.

 

“No problem Steve.” She returned the smile. “I’m gonna get going. I’ll stop by in the morning. If you need anything just call or text... or whatever okay?”

 

“Sure. Thanks again.”

 

Once Wanda left, Steve finished the dinner, putting the plates in the dishwasher, he cleaned the kitchen while making small conversation with Malcolm who just had few bites of spaghetti. He took Malcolm to his room, both of them whispering and laughing and just being silly. He changed Malcolm into his night suit, brush his teeth and tucked him again in the bed. Two and a half story later, Malcolm finally fall asleep. Steve looked at his little bean lovingly, his heart melts and he placed a kiss on his nose. It was hard for him to decide who hold the more power over him – his little boy or his baby's mama. He would do everything in a heart beat for both of them. They were his purpose of living. His happiness. His all.

 

He got up after kissing on Malcolm’s forehead one more time and came to check up on Y/n. He sat down on the floor leaning against the bed. Y/n was still sound asleep, her left hand hanging from the edge of bed. Steve took her hand in his, kissing the back of it. She stirred a little, tightening her grip in Steve’s hand she folded their intertwined hand on her chest.

 

“Did Mal eat?” she asked in raspy, sleep laced voice. Her eyes were still closed.

 

“Yes. He has.” He whispered. He couldn’t comprehend the emotion he felt.

 

“Did you eat?”

 

“Yes. Go back to sleep, sweetheart.” He said trying to restrain his feelings. He just wanted to take her in his arms and ease away her pain and all the stress that’s causing her all the suffering.

 

Steve didn’t realise when he had fallen asleep in the same position, his mind was still foggy when he felt soft caressing brush in his hair and on forehead. It took him couple a moments to register the soft touch of Y/n’s finger tips on his skin, just like the old times. He opened his eyes to meet her sleepy gaze, didn’t know what time of night it was.

 

“C’mere.” Her voice sent tingles in his body.

 

“Yeah? You okay?” He got up in a speed.

 

“Come. Lie down here.” She moved and patted on the now empty space on the bed. “You’ll get a sore neck.” 

 

Steve was dumbfounded, had no clue how to react. Every fibre in his body wanted to join her in bed, cuddle and go back to sleep but there was this hesitation in his mind. She wasn’t his anymore. His heart churned at the thought. He opened and closed his mouth unable to respond to her.

 

“Please Steve. It’s okay.” She felt his hesitance and without giving it much thought he moved underneath the covers. Y/n didn’t wait for him to settle, she wrapped her arms around his torso and snuggled into him. She was still under meds effect so it didn’t take more than few minutes for her to fall back to sleep, Steve smiled and closed his eyes, letting her soft breaths on his neck lulling him to sleep.

 

The next time he woke up when he felt something or someone poking in his ribs, like someone’s trying to shake him awake. He slightly opened his eyes, trying to adjust his vision and the reason behind this sudden intrude.

 

“Daddy?” Malcolm whispered near his ear. Steve immediately turned to look at him. He was big spooning Y/n, their legs tangled and Y/n’s head was on his arm, her back pressed against his chest.

 

“Daddy, I go pee.” Malcolm whispered again. Steve slowly moved away from Y/n trying his best not wake her up.

 

“C'mon bubba, let’s go to the bathroom.” Steve carried Malcolm to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet.

 

“Why you sweep with mama, why no me, daddy?” a small pout was formed on Malcolm’s face while he was still sitting on the toilet.

 

Steve turned around from wiping his freshly washed face on the towel and looked at his son bewildered, totally clueless of what to say.

 

“Umm... because mama asked me?” Steve shrugged earning a frown from his son.

 

“Why? Why no ask me? I mad.” He complained.

 

Steve chuckled, a little loudly much to Malcolm’s dismay, he folded his small arms on his chest.

 

“Okay, I’m sorry. When mama wakes up I ask her to let you sleep with her tonight.” Steve came to sit in front of him.

 

“C'mon bubba, let’s clean you up and make some breakfast.”

 

“I eat same wike you.”

 

Steve ruffled Malcolm’s hair and after changing him out of night suit, he brushed his teeth and washed his face. Both of them headed to the kitchen, Steve made scrambled eggs for both of them. He decided on keeping Malcolm home for the day. After breakfast, he gave Malcolm his paints and books to colour while he started working online. Y/n came downstairs a little late. She was better than yesterday but still tired and lethargic. Steve made her cereal and be his usual protective self. Wanda came by to check up on Y/n but she was fast asleep on the living room couch. She dropped off the lunch she made for them and left after a while. Y/n was in and out of sleep, only waking up for an hour or so and went back to sleep again. Malcolm had a less to no eventful day, he was bored but Steve got him busy, engaging him in conversation and making few promises to Malcolm that would probably land him in trouble once Y/n would be up and better. Their day was slow and dull, the only best thing was that Y/n was getting better as the medicine worn off.

 

~*~

"Where daddy?" Malcolm’s eyes were still closed and he was still in a sleep haze but first thing that came out of his mouth was asking about Steve. Y/n chuckled ruffling his hair one more time she opened the curtains and blinds of Malcolm’s room.

 

"Mal-pal wakey time." She started picking up the stuffed puppy from the floor that must have fallen down while Malcolm was asleep.

 

"Daddy? Need daddy." Little boy whined again.

 

"I'm right here, bubba. Wakey wakey." Steve came in and lightly tickled in Malcolm’s ribs and sleepy giggles filled the room. Y/n rolled her eyes while taking out Malcolm’s clothes from the closet.

 

"Wana go pee, daddy." Malcolm whined in between his laughter.

 

"Go ahead! You know the drill buddy." Y/n said.

 

"No, with daddy." Malcolm said clinging to Steve’s neck who was still sprawled on the bed. Y/n shook her head and Steve laughed taking the little boy in the bathroom.

 

Y/n's phone rang, Wanda was face timing her just to check in.

 

"G'morning!" Y/n smiled. She came down to the kitchen to fix coffee for her and Steve.

 

"Morning! How are you?" Wanda stuffed her mouth with a spoon full of cereal.

 

"As good as I can be." Y/n hummed.

 

"Back to mama duty yet?"

 

"Still on break. Malcolm wants Steve to do everything for him. He's making him brush his teeth right now. He won't let me do anything. I think Steve’s making him breakfast as well."

 

"Awww that's cute. Good for you, get plenty of rest, hit the salon and do your nails and stuff. Want me to book your appointment?" Wanda winked.

 

"No thank you! I'm good. Still got few things to work on before I come back to work."

 

"Ugh! Y/n, you're so boring. Steve’s got all your work done, don't worry about it."

 

"He's been loaded with work, Wan. I can't ask him for more. Besides, Mal's not letting him have at least a moment."

 

"And I'm loving every bit of it." Steve hollered from the stairs with Malcolm sitting on his shoulders making silly noises.

 

"Don't worry about the work stuff, I'll have it all covered. Just  relax and rest." He smiled at Y/n with pure adoration in his eyes.

"Hi Wanda!" He came around the corner of the kitchen island picking up his coffee mug.

 

"Hey Steve! Wassup!" Wanda smiled at the sight of Steve and Malcolm.

 

"Hi there cupcake."

 

"Hi Wan Wan! And mama just west and we'ax. 'Kay mama." He repeated Steve’s words and the three adults in the room burst into laughter including Malcolm who was now in his mama’s arms. Y/n kissed on his nose and then on cheeks and sat him on the kitchen island.

 

“Mal-pal, what do you wana have in breakfast?”

 

“Same as daddy. ‘wambled eggs.”

 

“Okay. Let me fix some for all of us then.” She chuckled taking out eggs, butter and milk from the refrigerator.

 

“Oh no, you’re not.” Steve snagged a bowl from the cabinet and all the ingredients as well. “You’re still off the duty, it includes this as well.” He pointed to the scattered items on counter. “Just sit and relax.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes on him that he efficiently ignored and started whipping the eggs in the bowl.

“Steve’s right, you know. Just enjoy doing nothing while you can.” Wanda chuckled looking at her sister’s annoyed face.

“You two are – ugghhh.” She huffed in annoyance over how Steve and Wanda was treating her delicately as if she was going to break or something.

 

They ate the breakfast mostly talking about Malcolm having fun at day care, kind of a heads up for the little boy who wasn’t ready to leave his parents. While Steve took Malcolm to drop him off at the centre, Y/n put the dishes in a dish washer and cleaned up the kitchen. Steve wasn’t going to let her do that but the glare she gave him, had him surrender rather quickly. When Steve came back home, Y/n was all showered and changed into comfy lounge pants and a hoodie. Her towel dried hair and clean, make up free face got Steve staring at her with his heart in his eyes. She smiled catching him staring at her, a deep blush formed on his cheeks and he turned to sit on the kitchen table resuming his office work and few online meetings that he had to attend. Y/n left to go to her room and when she came back, she had her iPad in her hand, few of Malcolm’s toys and what looked like a photo album. She got herself comfortable on the couch and looked towards Steve who was busy talking to one of their co-worker. He felt her gaze and looked over only to find her smiling at him. As soon as he ended the call she patted the spot next to her on the couch. Steve raised an eye brow at her mischievousness but still came to sit beside her leaving an appropriate gap between them.

“Here.” She handed him a memory book that said Malcolm’s first year. Steve looked at the book and then her, she gently nodded at him. Gulping hard, Steve opened the book, his heart beating fast and a storm of emotions swirled through him when he looked at the black and white image of a sonogram and at the bottom in Y/n’s hand  writing, three weeks was written.

“It’s him.” She pointed at the tiny peanut size spot on the image. “This was my first check-up after finding out about him. I was already three weeks along.” She smiled at him, he couldn’t return her smile.

There were all the sonograms pasted on the book, from a size of peanut to a squirrel and then a fetus, Y/n had a story to tell with every image. She made Steve laughed through his tears, letting him in on the journey she took alone.

“All the sweet things I’d had craved for, Mal loves them. I wonder still I’m not diabetic yet.” She chuckled. “You know, Alice used to make me brownies every other day, I’d finished ‘em and she’d make another batch. During my second trimester, I ate brownies like a mad person.” She sat with her legs folded, without noticing she covered the distance between them. She was now pressed into his side as she turned the page of the memory book.

There were pictures of new born Malcolm in Y/n’s arms taken at the hospital.

“I told you he was born a little preterm, right?” Steve nodded. “He decided to join us in the 36th week, Dad and Alice were on vacations...” She lightly chuckled, “... Wanda and I were home, I invited Buck to have dinner with us, Wanda had been crushing on him ever since...” She laughed, “... and just when everything was set on the table, my water broke. We rushed to the hospital, I started my contractions but it was really far apart so they sent us back home. And you know what, when we got back Bucky was still running late.”

“Typical Bucky.” Steve muttered rolling his eyes.

Y/n laughed, “Well, at least he made it just in time to take me to the hospital again. Because I couldn’t eat or rest, I was just so stressed, seven hours later we hit the hospital again and they finally took me in. I was only six centimetres dilated so we had to wait another few hours and contractions gotten worse.” Her brows were furrowed as she gently touched the picture of her and new born Malcolm.

“The pain was so much, I felt like my bones were crushing, but... you know what Steve, it was all worth it.” She smiled and looked at him. He had tears in his eyes, she gently took his hands in hers and squeezed. “Just when I was ready to deliver, doctors were there, everything was set, they could see his head but Malcolm decided to turn inside, changed his position, his head bumped into my pelvic bone and the cord was wrapped around his neck. He was getting concussion. Everything happened so fast after that, doctors made on the spot decision and cut me open. It was an emergency c-section...” Steve sighed heavily, closing his eyes. Tears slid on his cheeks and Y/n was quick to wipe them away. She gently turned his face towards her.

“Hey, it’s okay. It was all worth it. Steve, look at me.” And he did. He saw a beautiful smile on her face. “I missed you so so much I can’t even tell...”

“I’m sorry Y/n, I would spent every breathing moment apologising to you and still won’t make it up to you.”

“Shusshh!” She intertwined their fingers. “I’m telling you all of this not because I want you to feel bad or make you regret, but, because I want to let you in all the experiences that I’ve had without you. I want you to be a part of it. I don’t want you to live with the burden of guilt that you’ve been carrying, Steve.”

“Easier said than done, Y/n. You went through it alone, I wasn’t there when I should’ve been.” Steve gulped hard, his worry lines deepened.

“Forgive yourself Steve. Let the past not affect our present and future. Please Steve. Whatever happened four years ago, had already happened. It’s time to move on. I don’t want you to live like that.”

“Like what Y/n? I’m fine.”

“Bullshit!” She scoffed. “Why do you think I’m keeping this memory book for? Yes, I wanted to cease every moment of our little boy growing up. I wanted to capture all of it but deep down I was doing it for you, no matter how angry I was, I still wanted to share everything with you Steve, because you deserve it. You deserve to know about every single detail of our son's life. Please, you gotta leave the past in the past. Please don’t carry this weight anymore. Forgive yourself, Stevie. Please for me, for Mal.”

“Y/n, I can’t. I just can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Have you? Have you forgiven me? – “

“Yes.” She replied promptly.

“Before you say anything Steve, let me tell you that I was ready to forgive you even when I didn’t know about you and my sister. And I have still forgiven you because I know you, Steve, I know that you’d never do what you were made to think you did. You don’t remember anything from that night right?” He nodded. “Dad and I both think that you were drugged, we don’t have a proof but it could be a possibility. Now, why would I be mad at you for something you don’t have a control over and I told you this in New York, didn’t I?” He nodded again.

“I was angry because you didn’t come but you know what, I’m not... not anymore. You made a mistake, we all do. I wasn’t the only one hurting, you were hurting too and it took me long enough to realise that you don’t deserve to live with this guilt. You don’t deserve to be punished for the one mistake you ever made Stevie. I’m sorry I didn’t realise this sooner.” She cupped his face, wiping his tears with the pad of her thumb.

“let it go, Steve. Forgive yourself please. If you’ve ever loved me, you’d forgive yourself. Please.” She knew what she was asking him to do. That was the least she could do for him.

“I have always loved you Y/n and you know that.”

“Then what’s stopping you Steve. Let’s put everything behind us.”

“I can’t promise but I’ll try.” He gave her a tight smile. Covering the small distance between them she pressed her lips on to his. She didn’t move her lips, just pulled back enough to see his eyes widened. She chuckled lightly, leaning in to him again but just when she brushed her lips on his, he pulled back and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“You have a boyfriend.” He whispered placing his forehead against hers.

“Oh! Yeah?! Yes.” She looked disappointed. “I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine.”

 

They sat in uncomfortable silence, steadying their rapid heart beats. Steve focused his gaze on the book that was in his lap. With a small smile he was staring at the pictures.

She stared at him in wonder, unable to keep her thoughts straight. Everything about him was beautiful, everything about him was enticing and loving.

“Can we be friends?” She asked couple a minutes later. Steve tore his gaze from the pictures to see her looking at him expectantly. For a second he couldn’t comprehend her question, not believing his ears.

“It’s okay if you’re not – don’t...” She rambled seeing Steve struggling to say something.

“No! No its not what you think...” Steve cut her off almost immediately. “Honestly I wasn’t expecting you to ask me that. I- I mean I just couldn’t believe if I heard you correctly.” Steve said sheepishly.  

“So?” Y/n chuckled.

“So, I say let’s be friends.” Steve said enthusiastically making Y/n laugh out loud. “I mean I’d be whatever you want me to be. Ya know if you’re – I mean...” Y/n put a finger on his lips shushing him.

She slid her arm in his arm, rested her head on his shoulder getting comfortable in his warmth. She dragged the book in the middle and sighed lazily.

“Let’s start with being friends.” She looked up to see him with widened eyes. “What? Friends do sit like this. Now just relax Steve.” She nudged him in the ribs lightly getting his attention back on the memory book. She started showing him all the baby pictures of Malcolm and all the stories along with it making him loosened up a bit. They watched the videos on her Ipad, Steve cried watching Malcolm took his first steps towards Y/n. The video was made in Bucky’s phone, Y/n was sitting on the floor when Malcolm stood up on his feet holding the coffee table and took a step forward without any support. He landed straight into Y/n's arms, cackling and laughing. All the adults in the background cheered on the little boy's first milestone.

There was another clip of fifteen months old Malcolm who had just started saying small words like no and yeah. Y/n made video of him sprawled on the bed playing with one of his toys babbling new words when he uttered Dada – his first clear words.

Steve gasped, emotions bubbling in his chest as he replayed the video letting his tears fall freely.

“Hey... it wasn’t suppose to make you cry.”

Steve shook his head, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He glanced at her with all the raw emotions flashed in his still red eyes.

“Why – Why’d you do that? Why’d you let him know me when I wasn’t there? I don’t deserve – “

“Would you stop with your bullshit, Steve?” She sat straight facing him, her knee touching his thigh.

“Every child deserves to know their parents, no matter how complicated the relationship is. Knowing you as his dad has been the best thing happened to him. In his eyes, you’re perfect Steve and I’d like to keep it that way... because you make him the happiest. You’re his favourite and that makes me envy you.” They both chuckled. “I know what’s going on in your head but, please, do not give in to those thoughts. You aren’t your thoughts, Steve. You’re the best father to Malcolm and both of you are lucky to have each other.” She smiled fondly at him.

“I promise I’ll try with everything in me to be the best version of myself - for Malcolm and for you, Y/n.”

Her heart did a somersault the way her name slips out of his lips. His deep soft voice sent tingles through her skin.

“I believe you.” She whispered softly. They indulge themselves to stare into each other’s eyes filled with pure love and longing. Just for a split second Steve’s gaze moved towards her lips, and it didn’t go unnoticed by her. She leaned forward again hoping that this time he might reciprocate her actions but to her disappointment, he pulled her in a hug. She sighed in his embrace wrapping her arms around him. Her palms pressed against his back gently moving up and down the length of it, made him bury his head into her neck holding onto her tightly. Their desire for each other was evident in their actions. None of them were ready to pull back. Steve knew if he’d let her kiss him, he wouldn’t be able to hold back, he’d dive headfirst in to his primal desire for her. He always knew that their love was soul – to – soul connection, it’s one of the raw, sensual connection where everything else was secondary.

Self control had always been difficult for him when it came to her, if he’d requite her kiss, it’d only make things more complicated especially when he knew she had avoided talking about her boyfriend, where the heck was he when his very new girlfriend was sick and in bed. Had they broken up already? Oh, the thought definitely made him happy but he knew better.

As much as he was elated to have her back in his arms, as friends. He was also confused of her sudden change in behaviour, but that was least of his concerns right now. The wishful part of his brain taking over the rational thoughts, he inhaled deep in her hair, the smell of her shampoo calming down his nerves as the only thought that was left was; they started out as friends many years ago, that changed and blossomed into an epic love – he was ready to take on that journey again.

~*~

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[bbygirl-aemond]

Kind of a random question, but I would be interested to hear your thoughts:

Of the children of Jaehaerys and Alysanne (both dragonriders who seem to have hatched cradle eggs) we seem not to get very many dragonriding children.

Even discounting the children who die very young (Aegon, Gaemon, and Valerion) (you could put Daenerys in this category, but she died at 7 and Rhaenyra, for example, was dragonrider by that age so I'm not going to) there are only then three dragonriders (Aemon, Baelon, and Alyssa) out of the 10 children that did make it past infancy. Even moving Daenerys into the died young category, we are still left with 3/9 - only a third.

We could add in Rhaena's children, which would make it 4/12 (or 4/11 without Daenerys), but that isn't a large change.

Comparing that to say, Rhaenyra's children - almost all of them, 4/5, were dragonriders. Even with non-Targaryen women as the mother, Alicent's children ended up 4/4, and Alyssa Velaryon's Targaryen children were 4/5.

Even looking at Jaehaerys and Alysanne's grandchildren, they are 3/4 (Rhaenys, Viserys, and Daemon but not Aemma), discounting the Aegon who did not survive infancy.

(Sidenote that I do find it incredibly sad that Jaehaerys and Alysanne, for all their many children, only had four surviving grandchildren).

Do you have any thoughts on what seemed to cause this particularly low percentage of dragonriders just in that one generation?

Okay so long story short: They probably didn't want any of their daughters to be dragon riders if there wasn't a possibility that they'd be the future Queen. All of the daughters who never claimed dragons were married off to other noble families super young, and would have taken their dragons with them. Plus, if those girls never claimed dragons, it would make it easier for Jaehaerys to justify refusing their children dragons in order to keep the Targaryen dragon monopoly.

(Also, I not sure you should count Daenerys based on Rhaenyra, because we don't have a ton of information on what is the typical age for a Targaryen to claim a dragon; most of the confirmed ages are in their teens.)

Let's look at the three dragon riders out of Jaehaerys and Alysanne's children. We have Aemon, the eldest son, who was the heir and would one day be king. We have Baelon, the second eldest son, who for a long time was Aemon's heir (and was honestly expected to be his heir until he had a son, so remained this way even after Rhaenys was born). And we have Alyssa, who was married to Baelon, AKA guaranteed to remain within the main family, AKA one step away from being a future Queen.

Compare this to the non-riders: Saera, Viserra, Gael, Maegelle, Daella, and Vaegon. Notice how, with the exception of Vaegon who likely never claimed a dragon because of his personality and distaste for his heritage, they're all girls. I don't think it's a coincidence!

Jaehaerys and Alysanne treated pretty much all of their daughters like accessories rather than people, and only gave attention and power to their sons since they were potential kings. I also don't think Alyssa counts as an exception to this rule; I really think Jaehaerys and Alysanne only allowed her greater freedoms because it happened to line up with Baelon's desires, not out of inherent care or respect for her. She happened to want to marry Baelon and to claim a dragon, but if Baelon hadn't wanted to marry her I truly think these things wouldn't have been allowed.

So I don't think Jaehaerys and Alysanne had any vested interest in their daughters being powerful or having dragons. In a time of peace, they wouldn't really feel a need to bypass their misogyny. And since they knew they were going to force all of these poor girls to marry off really young, they viewed dragons as a liability that would end up in other houses' hands. I wouldn't be surprised at all if the girls were discouraged or even straight up forbidden from trying to claim dragons. I mean, think of the reaction Jaehaerys had when Saera tried to enter the Dragonpit to claim a dragon: He accused her of trying to "steal" a dragon, and sent her to be abused, beaten, and starved by the Faith for years on end. (Yes, there were other reasons for this, but it's explicitly said that Jaehaerys would have forgiven her if not for this single action.)

And the remaining girls who aren't mentioned as attempting to claim a dragon either left King's Landing or died when they were young. Maegelle was promised to the Faith at age 10, Daella was married and sent away at age 16, Viserra died at age 16- every single one of them younger than Aemon was when he claimed his dragon at age 17. Gael was 19 when she died, which isn't much older.

All this is to say, I'm not sure that this statistic reflects that none of these girls were capable of claiming a dragon. In fact, I'm certain that Saera, Viserra and Daella would all have succeeded in claiming one if they'd been allowed to. But most of them lost the opportunity to while they were still teenagers, and it's very likely that Jaehaerys did not even allow them the opportunity to claim dragons at all.

#ask #asks #answered #hotd #house of the dragon #jaehaerys i targaryen #alysanne targaryen #jaehaerys targaryen #jaehaerys #jaehaerys i #alysanne

[ceoofhelaegon]

I wanna talk about our Dreamer Queen Helaena' s abilities.

She can foresee life changing events but it is implied she doesn't fully understand them...or can't fully articulate them and thus why no one in the family pays her any mind.

So, I'm starting to wonder if what she sees is actual people or just symbols.

"Beware the beast beneath the boards".

She uses figurative language. And when the event itself arrives, she is super stunned by it. She did not fully expect it, it seemed.

Many haters have said if she can forsee the future, why could she not warn her family directly? Well, I now think it's because she doesn't see literal images of people. But more of gets a vibe and sees imagery she can't fully understand. "Dragons of flesh weaving dragons of thread." etc

This is very different from, say, the rumored witch Alys Rivers. Who is said to have seen Daemon in the flames, waiting for Aemond near God's Eye.

So, if Helaena was to kill herself because of having a vision of any family member, to me it would be more of she felt the vibe rather than saw clearly what happened to them.

She might for instance sense, or be troubled by a vision of Maelor dying.

Many might end up confusing Helaena's unease for a spell of madness.

And when Maelor's death is confirmed by Mysaria when she comes to her chambers to tell her, Helaena is broken.

This might confirm that she doesn't exactly 'see' the people she loves in distress in her visions and will only be driven to action when she's told what's happened.

I'm interested to see how they'll explain this.

But what do you think? Sorry for dropping a whole ass post.

Oh yes, I fully believe that she was actually surprised when she saw Meleys.

You know that feeling you get when you finally understand something?

“OH, that’s what you’re talking about!!! Thinking back it was so clear to see, how come I didn’t understand it before?”

That is the vibe I get from Helaena, because why would she see a dragon as a beast? She has Dreamfyre, she loves her dragon, she probably has seen Meleys before too, there’s no reason for a Targaryen to see a dragon as a beast.

But you know who does? People who are afraid of them, i.e the smallfolk and even her own mother, Alicent Hightower.

So her visions are purely metaphorical, in my opinion, Viserys’ also were but he knew how to interpret them or maybe since he’s not neurodivergent like Helaena, he could see them more clearly.

Off topic but I loved seeing Alicent pregnant with Helaena and he’s actively losing the ability of having dragon dreams. My HC is that Helaena could have dragon dreams since she was a baby, which is why she cried so much. 😭

They could play with this a lot, her visions get slightly clearer but since she’s in so much grief, people around her wouldn’t listen because they would assume her words are because of the grief.

Or, she straight knows what’s going to happen and gets even more grief stricken because she can’t help. Having dragon dreams and having such a deep grief? It’s heartbreaking.

There’s so much that they can do, not sure how they’ll utilise it but hopefully we’ll get lots of our Queen and seeing how she navigates her dragon dreams.

#ask #mejacinta #answered #helaena targaryen

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

So, I was about to ask "what if Bella lost all her memories after being turned?" Buuut I quickly realized that the answer would be "Edward mercy kills Bella bc vampirism took away her soul, as he knew it would."

So, here's a different question: What if Bella really did hit her head in the van incident and lost all her memories for real?

What if Bella Lost All Her Human Memories After Turning

For the record, I actually see Edward as too guilty for that given he turns her himself. I imagine he leaves to be miserable.

But anyways, you had a different question.

What if Bella Lost All Her Memories After the Van?

Well, the van incident goes a little different then.

Edward still saves her but when he turns down to look at her she's not responsive. She's very much still alive but she's not answering his questions or even seems to hear him. Without being able to hear her memories, he has no idea what's going on.

Edward feels a pit of dread open in his stomach as he realizes something irreversible may have happened to Bella.

Bella's carted to the hospital where Carlisle confirms she just had a major concussion. Some time later he notes she has major amnesia and appears to have lost most of her longterm memories.

She doesn't know her name, doesn't know her parents names, doesn't know the date, doesn't know where she is, doesn't know why she's here, nothing.

Bella is likely transferred to a hospital in Seattle where Charlie heads in with her and Renee and Phil are called from wherever they're at.

What About the Cullens?

The Cullens give Edward a hard time, as before, but they're not concerned. There's no "kill Bella" vote as Bella doesn't remember what happened. Her short term memory is completely toast. Everyone thinks this is a great thing as it means there's no need for any of them to be concerned.

Edward agrees it's great but he's internally very upset as a part of him wanted Bella to notice him rescuing her. He doesn't know why he needs that, what does this human validating him mean to him, but he wants it just the same.

He's even more upset that he'll likely never see Bella again. They'll return Bella to her mother, who raised her longer and will likely be able to resurrect more memories, and Bella will move back to Phoenix and not even remember Edward existed.

His family's perfectly safe now, Bella doesn't remember that first Biology class or how Edward saved her with inhuman strength, and she's leaving town and taking her damnable scent with her, it's the best possible outcome.

But he hates it.

"Ah ha ha ha, this is great," Edward tells everyone.

Rosalie points out that Bella's sure to move back with her mom meaning the Cullens don't have to move because of her scent. Wow, this is great.

"AH HA HA HA, THIS IS GREAT," Edward agrees.

What Does Edward Do?

Too tormented, telling himself he needs to check for sure that Bella's not just pretending to have lost her memories somehow realizing what a threat Edward is, he goes to visit her at night without telling his family.

There he's disappointed and even angry to find that she genuinely doesn't seem to remember who he is. He's even angrier that, his anger, appears to alarm her as she tries to call security on him as this strange beautiful boy started snarling at her at three am in her hospital room.

Edward, spiraling into madness, concludes she's the devil after all and that this memory loss is just God tormenting him personally as she is the worst thing that has ever happened to him. Especially now that it appears she'll leave his life of her own volition without him having to lift a finger. IT ALL WORKS OUT PERFECTLY, DOESN'T IT?! Edward snarls.

We now have two routes.

Route A, Edward keeps creeping on Bella and forms an emotional connection with her as he tells her he's a good friend and classmate from school. Bella, being terrified an amnesiac, desperately takes him at his word and tries to recall what she was like as a person with this very attractive and mysterious young man.

Alice later announces that Edward's in love with Bella, allowing him to put it all in perspective.

Twilight essentially happens, as Bella insists on staying in Forks for, uh, reasons and she goes to see Carlisle once a week.

Route B, tormented, angry, and hating himself Edward eats Bella knowing that he has no excuses and no reason to do so. He hides this from his family and likely leaves the family soon after out of his hidden shame.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #bella swan #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #meta #headcanon #opinion

[whispersinthedawn]

The Last of a Dying Breed (4)

“Your first prophecy, wasn’t it?” Apollo said noncommittally. “It seemed an appropriate time to visit."

Percy straightened up. The fluttering of the heart almost convinced her to ignore the god’s continued refusal to look at her, and she eagerly asked, “Did you hear it?”

“It’s not that monumental an occasion,” Apollo ridiculed. 

Percy couldn’t help it.

Her face fell.

It wasn’t anything as repentant as regret that crossed Apollo’s face, but a certain acknowledgment of the hit certainly lingered.

He abandoned the sacrificed cloth to tell her somewhat awkwardly, “The first time is always a surprise. Afterwards though, once you’ve become accustomed to identifying the signs, you’ll find it much easier.”

At Percy’s continued silence, he joked, “At least you didn’t topple onto the ground and break your nose. That would have been an embarrassing beginning to your career, indeed.”

“Instead of the ground,” Percy bit out with a scowl, “I fell into another world altogether. And it was green.”

“Oh,” Apollo exhaled before recovering and saying genially, “Discovered that so soon?”

Percy narrowed her eyes. Call her suspicious, call her precocious, call her prescient – but she could certainly identify the wariness creeping into the god’s every non-existent pore.

In fact, unless she was grossly mistaken, the god’s skin grew clearer, his blue eyes brighter, his pink lips fuller, and his cheekbones shaper. Even his white shirt and golden vest seemed to gain a just-pressed crispness, and the tips of the leather shoes peeking out from underneath flared trousers commenced gleaming in the sunlight.

“Yes,” Percy said guardedly. 

“Well, aren’t you the advanced learner?” Apollo joked. “How was it?”

“I’d have rather been present to hear my first prophecy than been flung into Alice’s Wonderland.”

Apollo crossed the distance between them and took a seat beside her.

Percy stiffened.

She wasn’t entirely certain about her current state of emotions regarding a particular god, but she definitely knew one thing – proximity was dangerous.

No god should ever venture quite so close to her.

Should never sit on her bed.

Bad things happened to people who hosted gods in their bedrooms.

She – didn’t think Apollo would hurt her. Not his Oracle. Not a child in his care. But an illogical sense of safety was nothing compared to the years of warnings, of memories of petty anger, of moments she knew Apollo had spent considering very grievous harm her way indeed.  

Apollo took no notice of her reservations. “I hope you were careful to not touch anything.”

“Why, would it be taffy?” Percy inquired sardonically, doing her utmost to conceal the hummingbird fast beating of her heart. “Sticky and burning hot?”

Apollo chuckled. “Something of the sort. But I’d be more concerned about entangling your own string with the hot sugar. Some things are not meant to be touched by mortal hands.”

“There was a darkness,” Percy said abruptly, avoiding his knowing gaze. “I tracked Alana’s thread – and it ended in a sphere of absence.”

Apollo ran a gentle hand across her head, startling Percy. She turned astonished (terrified) eyes his way, only to find him looking at her with a kind of melancholy.

She changed the subject. “Can you find out what prophecy I made? Only, Alana wouldn’t tell me. And no one else was there.”

Apollo shrugged. “I don’t particularly care enough to find out. Either way, she’s a child of Athena on a quest for her mother, yes? Details are irrelevant.”

“I didn’t tell you that,” she whispered. She hadn’t even known that.

The waves lapping at her feet crashed against the shore with growing fury until they'd transformed into the crashing heralds of a hurricane. 

“That you were drawn to the end of the threat need not be a confirmation in itself,” Apollo commented idly. “But that she refused to reveal the prophecy is quite telling.”

At Percy’s determined incomprehension, the god spelled things out dryly, “She’s about to die.”

The burning brand of Apollo’s hand on her head was the only thing that kept Percy from toppling off the bed.

Horror left her dumbstruck, frozen, blind to anything but the void at the end of Alana’s string.

“Are you sure?” she asked in a small voice.

“Yes,” Apollo answered.

A million futures in which Apollo broke the exact same news to Percy coalesced in that one moment to create a terrible symphony of echoes.

He’ll die.

She won’t come back.

A storm took them.

At least he buried his enemies.

Landslide.

A nature spirit.

You’d expect him to know how to swim before embarking on a cruise.

Yes.

Percy trembled in her seat.

Scores of anonymous women stretched out in a vast human chain anchored into the naval of the world.

The wind tossed Percy around, froze her tears into ice crystals that poked her eyes out, whipped leaves around that sliced her tongue out.

You’re the Pythia. What did you think it meant?

He always comes for the first death.

The belief in that statement roused Percy out of the fugue she’d fallen into. She sprang to her feet. “That’s alright. I’ll just have to go after her and stop this.”

Apollo raised an incredulous eyebrow. “Stop her how?”

“Chase her back and drag her back!” Percy cried out.

What did it matter how she managed it, as long as Alana lived? How could they all know the demigod had walked to her death and do nothing to stop it? This wasn’t what Percy had become the Oracle for.

Her sacrifice was meant to protect the people at camp!

“It’s not your business if she does,” Apollo pointed out.

“What do you mean, it’s not mine?” Percy exclaimed. “I sent her on a quest that would spell her death! And I must have threatened some pretty dire repercussions indeed if she chose to go ahead anyway.”

Because Alana had known.

Amidst the mountains of your birth will you face your death.

Alana had known and gone ahead anyway.

“So?” Apollo asked in incomprehension.

“So,” Percy spelled out frustratedly, “I sent her to her death. Obviously, I have to bring her back – alive.”

Apollo laughed. “What, you propose to go on a quest to protect someone from a quest you’ve given?”

“Yes.”

Apollo’s laughter petered out abruptly. “You do not go on quests, Persia,” he told her flatly. “You assign them. You're the one they come to when they need to embark on a perilous journey.”

“Send them to their deaths, you mean,” Percy snapped.

“If that's what lies in their fate,” was the callous answer.

“Am I to just sit here knowing that if I’d just had the decency to keep my mouth shut, they’d be alive?” Percy demanded, horror sinking its roots so deep she feared she’d never be rid of it.

“You can stand if that makes it better,” Apollo offered, cruel in his indifference.

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#pjo #perpollo #percy x apollo #fanfiction #Oracle Percy #percy jackson #apollo #fem percy #the last of a dying breed

[what-if-queen-camilla]

A little secret - Chapter 5

15th January 1987

The little girl had light blonde hair and blue eyes, not as deep blue as hers but a bit brighter and more grey, like her fathers. She was about four or five years old and happily ran around the garden in her beautiful, summer dress with a delphinium pattern, her father's favourite flowers. "Mummy, Mummy!", she explained, boisterously jumping into her mother's arms. Camilla held her tightly so that she could feel the heartbeat of her darling little daughter, Sonia was her name. She had no idea where it came from, she just knew. Sonia. Like her grandmother who so tragically had died last year. Her grandmother, who… Camilla woke up with a start, drenched in sweat, her heart beating like mad, desperately gasping for breath. She switched on the little nightlight on her bedside table, sat up and took a sip of water to calm herself down a bit. Her hand had instinctively wandered to her belly and tenderly drew little circles around there, in order to soothe the baby, or maybe rather herself, but did that really make a difference? "Everything's alright…", Camilla insecurely whispered into the emptiness that almost seemed to take possession of her completely and all-consumingly. Suddenly, she felt so cold, almost freezing, and she wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to Charles, to feel his warmth both emotionally and physically. She was feeling so awfully lonely and scared… Sonia. Like her grandmother, who'd lived 86 years with rumours of speculations of whether she might or might not be the illegitimate child of Edward VII, as Sonia's mother, Camilla's great-grandmother, Alice, had been the late King's mistress - something no one in the family had ever been particularly proud of or was keen to talk about but of course Camilla was aware of this "connection", especially since some of her friends had found it incredibly amusing to tease her when he she had first fallen in love with Charles back in the early 70s. The rumours about Sonia being the secret love child of Alice and Bertie, as family and friends used to call him, weren't ever either denied or confirmed, personally, judging from how little fuss her grandmother herself had made about of it, she thought it wasn't true - however, with the sweet little baby she was carrying under her heart, it would, indeed, be true… and someday, someone would notice. If it was going to be a boy, what if he resembled him and people would ask questions? Or even worse… if it was a girl, the girl he had always wished for but never got… What if, one fine day, as a young woman, she was going to meet one of his sons, what if history was going to repeat itself once more,  what if this horrible family curse was going to go on and they’d fall in love? “That must never happen!”, she thought anxiously. She’d have to do everything she could to prevent that from happening… But could she really manage to break up with Charles, never see him again and also prevent the baby from ever randomly crossing his or any of his family’s paths? The very idea of having to tell him that she was pregnant again, lying to him that it was from Andrew, already broke her heart into a thousand pieces. She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t call him off, she couldn’t leave him… He needed her. And she had promised him to be there for him. What if it’d kill him? She couldn’t be the one taking the most wonderful, intelligent and “human” King from this country that it was ever going to see. She could not carry that burden. How was she supposed to explain that to the baby one day? Oh, what mess had she gotten herself into, what awfully cruel, greek tragedy? Perhaps… and the tears started to fall even before she had brought that thought to an end - perhaps it was best for everyone involved if this… problem… was going to solve itself. Perhaps doing everything to protect her little darling meant to let it go, to protect it from the cruelties and injustices of this world… 

“What do you mean, I can’t come?” To say Charles was upset as she turned down to see him on Friday, when he was going to have this day of engagements in Bath, was an understatement. He was furious. “I’m so sorry, darling, but… I really have to be with Annabel that day.”, she tried to talk her way out. “But why?”, he asked, more reproachfully than worried. “She hardly needs a babysitter, does she?” “Darling, she will need a helping hand!”, Camilla replied a bit harsher now than she had before. As if it wasn’t already hard enough without him reproaching her - but how could he have known?  “She… has to undergo a little surgery tomorrow. Nothing serious, you know, just a… women’s thing. And I’ve promised to help her.” “I see…”, he grumbled, obviously not happy but at least a bit more understanding. “Well, in that case I guess I can only… wish her all the best.” Camilla sighed and had to close her eyes for a moment in order to stop the tears which were already about to fall again. Goodness, this pregnancy was making her so bloody emotional. “Thank you, darling.”, she hissed. “That’s… greatly appreciated.” 

London, the next day

The white walls in the waiting area at the private hospital in London appeared just as dreary and cold as Camilla was feeling. They had, indeed, not asked any questions. They had just casually given her the next appointment available. Today, the 16th of January 1987. Her baby was 10 weeks now. 30 more and she could've held him or her in her arms… but it wasn't to be. She had made her decision and, God knew, it had been the hardest of her entire life. She loved this baby so much and wanted nothing more than to have him or her, hold them, cuddle and caress them and be them a loving mum. But it wasn't to be, not in this time and space, not like… that… Sighing her glance wandered across the magazines on the table in the middle of the waiting room; tabloids mainly, featuring gossip and rumours about members of the very family that would more or less be her baby's as well… One cover showed a sweet portrait of the "loving mother Diana" with her two sons, William and Harry, who'd be her baby's brothers. Another one showed both Their Majesties, The Queen and The Queen Mother - technically, her baby's grandmother and great-grandmother. What an utterly impossible, absurd thought. Hadn't it all been so bloody serious, she could've almost laughed about it. Besides the tabloids, there were also a couple of family and parenting  magazines and pregnancy booklets about what to eat and what not to eat during the pregnancy. One issue focused on the baby's development during the different stages. She couldn't help taking a look and felt just another stitch in her heart as she realised that this tiny little creature was actually a real human already with everything it'd need, eyes, teeth and then of course the little fingers… As the highlight of the 10th week, the booklet named the hearing of the baby's heartbeat, reading: "You may hear your baby's heartbeat on a fetal Doppler during your next prenatal visit. It's much faster than an adult heartbeat – it sounds like galloping horses." Camilla sighed. She had heard about this new technology from some of her friends who had had their babies after her but she had no idea that it was actually possible to hear the baby's heartbeat. This perfect, little, innocent heart… She felt a cold breeze running down her spine and tears filling her eyes again, and a wave of sickness overwhelmed her... 

#king charles #queen camilla #fanfic #fanfiction #royal family #royal baby

[nebulousfishgills]

I could just be a dumbass who came to this conclusion after everyone else did and I just don't realize it, but I was mindlessly drafting a one shot and the thought occured to me.

There's a lot of mystery around the Massacre of Hawkins Lab and Henry's past that I think we're all trying to piece together. Weird inconsistencies, time gaps, missing information, and the like. I don't really have a coherent way of saying this cleanly, so I'll just dump it out.

I'm pretty sure that there's a lot of us in the "The Mind Flayer Was Behind It All" camp, but we all end up looking like Pepe Silvia in "It's Always Sunny" because of those missing pieces we're trying to drag together. I'll probably sound the same way, but here we go.

What I think is part of what's going on is that the Creel House is just a location in Hawkins where the barrier between both worlds is extremely weak, like how some haunted locations are more prone to paranormal activity than others. One might argue that Hawkins Lab is another one of these weak spots, but I wanna focus on the Creel House.

The Mind Flayer had always existed as a shadow-y soup of chaos for god knows how many years and as we can see, it's what connects the Hivemind together. It's like Bluetooth, really.

It's an entity on its own and I think it's goal is to control all things, in the Upside-Down and in the Overworld. What I think happened was that it was looking for a vessel to get into the Overworld it's been locked out of. Henry comes along, already disillusioned and dissatisfied with society for probably several reasons that we can't yet confirm nor deny, yet are implied (is he gay, is he neurodivergent, both, who knows).

These things will probably reveal themselves in The First Shadow, one of many reasons it's going to be a very important piece of lore...

The First Shadow... Shadow... Shadow Monster... Mind Flayer.

The Shadow Monster started to invade Henry's mind, stoke his worries and hatred to eventually link itself with him. That's how Henry's powers developed. It's a tired parallel at this point, but it's easy. The Flayer is Emperor Palpatine, Henry is Anakin Skywalker (and El is Luke). "Join me and together we can rule the galaxy/world, here are cool powerups to boot."

Once Henry's taken to Hawkins Lab, he's separated from the weak barrier that his house was, but the Mind Flayer has still infected his mind.

"The particles went inside them" is what Murray said about the Demo-creatures in the Russian prison, and I think somehow the Mind Flayer got particles/its influence/Bluetooth into Henry. He's constantly simmering, just waiting for the day he can escape and take his revenge. Which is where the Massacre comes in.

I can't explain every weird detail or inconsistency, but I can explain two things:

-I don't remember who said it, but I completely agree with it: Henry's monologue makes so much more sense if we look at it like someone possessed by an ancient evil eldrich being.

-Henry *absorbs* his victims. Remember how in Season 3 the Meat Flayer *absorbed* residents in Hawkins to grow stronger? I think the Massacre started as Henry clearing a path so he and Eleven could escape, but eventually the Shadow overtook him, telling him to keep going, keep killing, get him/it stronger by absorbing everyone, all those kids with powers like his.

I think the same thing happened at dinner in 1959.

I don't know what Henry's beef with Alice was or why he killed her, and I don't think he knew either. I think the Shadow Monster clouded his mind and judgement so he would kill everyone unimpeeded. His mother went first, the sticking point. The Flayer promised Henry it would help him deal with her, but once he did that, it was essentially Doctor Faustus signing his soul to Mephistopheles (if you'll excuse the too-appropriate reference). Too much power comes at a price, and that price is Henry's autonomy.

Oh, the Mind Flayer lets Henry shape it into the spider-like creature he'd visualized oh so long ago to let him believe he's the one in control, but he's not. The Shadow keeps poisoning him, his mind. How else do you think Henry decayed so throroughly?

I expect if you were to banish the Mind Flayer from Henry like they did Will in season 2, everything would go back to normal. He'd be human again. Powerless, sure, but he's no longer a pawn with his distaste for humans exacerbated to the point of serial murder. It would take effort, but I think it's possible.

Show Henry that he was loved as a child. Victor loved him, Alice loved him, Virginia... tbd. Eleven showed him kindness in Hawkins Lab, that kindness she showed and those past memories might be the key to ending this...

Oh wait!

Boom.

#i'm spitballing #but it all makes sense to me i might just be bad at explaining it #henry's the pawn who thinks he's the king #the victim who thinks he's the villain #so what i'm saying is that if he dies at the end i'm gonna be so pissed off #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 5 #stranger things theories #the first shadow #stranger things the first shadow #henry creel #vecna #001 #the mind flayer

[joyfulladywarrior]

Young Rhaenyra getting revenge on the Hightowers au

"I intend to marry... the lady Alicent Hightower"

With this one sentence, Rhaenyra's world changed once again. She looked upon Alicent and saw her nervous and picking at her fingers. Rhaenyra immediately knew what was happening. She had always knew Otto Hightower would whore his daughter out to all the lords of the land if it got him closer to power. She understood the implications behind Alicent's absence these past moons. Alicent had not been busy with prayers... she had been busy with the king.

In the background, Rhaenyra can hear the Sea Snake argue about insults against his house. But Rhaenyra did not care. Being born a girl had given her a hard life even though she is royalty. Her father always discarded her unless he wishes to feel hopeful. The fact that the departed queen Aemma was able to give birth to a child that had survived infancy and became a dragon rider had given the king hope that one day his long-awaited son would be the same. Being born a daughter and not a son had forced her mother to bear a child after the other, had forced her to be gutted like some animal for the unguaranteed life of a child. Sometimes Rhaenyra feels glad that the child was a boy who did not live. She cannot imagine what would have happened if it had been a girl who did.

"No!" had left Rhaenyra before she can stop herself. All eyes are on her now. Her father would never change even if Rhaenyra had wanted him to. If her father cannot change then at least he should pay for his mistakes. This was the moment that she can use to avenge her mother, her uncle, and herself. She had been spending moons studying history and philosophy. She knows how to hypothetically win an argument and her father already ruined chances of reconciliation with the Velaryons. She can use this to sow doubt in his Hand and make sure he never remarries or at least not marry a traitor for if Alicent betrayed her in this, who would say that she will not betray her in other matters?

"What?"

"No your grace. You cannot marry the lady Alicent Hightower"

"I am the king! I will marry whoever I want. You yourself have given me your word that you are alright with this marriage"

"Any man who says 'I am the king' is no true king but then again you seem to content to follow in his path. Disregarding your brother and your former wife for others for the sake of the Hightowers. Choosing to marry a Hightower girl."

"What... who?"

"I'm talking about Maegor father, surly you remember that he married a Hightower girl and his seed didn't take root. Who's to say that your seed will take root with her when her own reputation is on the line. I've been hearing whispers of her sneaking into your bed in the middle of the night"

"Rhaenyra we haven't done anything" Alicent answered.

There it was! The confirmation of Alicent's betrayel and her shame. While Valyrians have no care for such matters, the Andals were a different story.

Rhaenyra ignored Alicent's outburst and continued "Is this truly the legacy you wish for? To be similar to Maegor? We do not know if his Hightower in-laws whispered in his ear or not. We only know of his actions. So who will protect you when your Hightower in-law Hand whisper in your ears to name whatever son she begets you as heir or you do not change me being the heir but them following Maegor's footsteps to put Hightower blood on the throne and usurping me? When they use Andal and Faith traditions as an excuse for the usurpation? I had agreed about your marriage with Laena since she and I are kin and I do not believe she would usurp me"

Alicent and Otto Hightower had turned pale the moment I mentioned being usurpers. It is no doubt their intentions to displace me as heir. Corlys Velaryon looks amused. I do not believe he would offer Laena again but he will be a strong ally if only to snub her father and the lords who rejected Rhaenys' claim. Other council members looked alarmed. No one wants to be likened to Maegor the cruel and house Hightower had no doubt lost a lot of political opportunities. This imagery will be spread across the land by night fall.

"Rhaenyra, there is no need for such fears my child. Otto Hightower is an honorable man and he was the main force behind you being named as heir." the King said calmly, as if everything Rhaenyra has just said is a joke.

"Your grace, even the most honorable of men can commit treason for the sake of his blood"

"No my child, that is simply not true. But to dissuade your fears, Otto will swear an oath in front of everyone today that neither him nor the future queen will contest your claim" the king said unknowing of the trap he just laid in front of his Hand. Truly, Otto could not have picked a better puppet but he forgot that puppets could be commandeered in different directions.

Should I continue?

#rhaenyra targaryen #fuck viserys #badass rhaenyra #queen rhaenyra

[unohanabbygirl]

Your newest story!! Omg!!

Aegon I looking down from Targ heaven with Luke like…ye let’s wrap this up…our involvement in the long night is cancelled.

Rhaenyra and Helaena ending the same way on the spikes. Oh I know Alicent went from visiting her in her chambers every night (unwanted) to sleeping in Rhaenyras chambers long after she was gone.

I understand he needed to get rid of threats but now he won’t have an heir at all. I can’t imagine him taking well to anyone implying Luke can’t give him his heir however. So people are just waiting for him to die. Like the realm will tear itself apart to try rule after him. He really is mad.

Is Anne’s mam really still seeing Alicent as this paragon of the Seven and blaming Luke on aemonds shit?? The call is coming from inside the house sis. Alicent directly fanned the flames of this obsession. Luke was a corpse at the tourney right? Or is that pre-stormsend?

Do you see Lucemond as canon in this fic or is this delulumond in full force?

Thanks so much for sharing with us!!

Aegon I is so fed up after seeing each one of his descendants wiped out while the last man standing has lost his mind to such an extreme degree that he’s violating his other descendants corpse. Visenya is pissed off that Aemond’s gross hands are touching all over her sword and Rhaena is just like “damn, maybe we shouldn’t have come to Westeros.” Meanwhile Luke is sitting in the corner trying to figure out how all this happened? Rhaenyra keeps trying to console him but he’s too busy attempting to string together the events that led to his uncle becoming this damn crazy.

Babes, if Alicent was going to do anything she was going to seek Rhaenyra out nightly. Even though there came a point where Nyra stopped screaming and crying and just went radio silent until hearing the news about her last two babies deaths and deciding there was nothing left to live for. Alicent is so in love and exceptionally delulu just like her son that in her mind, Rhaenyra only jumped out of that window because she knew it would hurt her. Most insane mother-son duo in history me thinks.

The chances of Aemond having an heir are zero at this point. There’s not even a chance that Dany will be born to bring back the dragons because that dude isn’t laying down with anyone but Luke, you hear me? And its not even just because his shattered mind somehow thinks he can simply have a baby with Luke/refuses to cheat on his queen, but that no woman would ever sleep with him knowing what they do. They’d likely off themselves before they could even make it to the sept (very understandable)

Though this won’t stop his council from trying to work out something behind Aemond’s back. It comes to the point where one of his men is like “what if we drug him with an aphrodisiac and try to find a noble lady who’s willing to…you know? Then kill him after the child is born in secret? Twins are common for them so we might have an heir and a spare or a future king and queen.” But the idea is so outrageous with so many plot-holes and chances to go wrong that everyone just slowly begins to accept the war that’ll break out over the crown once Aemond croaks. Only thing they can do is hope they’re long dead once that time comes because the thought of another civil war is so draining.

In a last ditch effort his hand goes digging around with hopes that at least one of the deceased Targ men have a living bastard that they could legitimize but comes up empty handed. All Aegons died tragically, Jace was obviously too busy in Cregan’s company to go out and sire a child, Daemon only had Nettles who they can’t even confirm was his daughter + she’s been missing since the war, Daeron was a nerd who would rather pray at the sept, and Viserys could barely wipe his own ass in his last days let alone find the energy to cheat.

It’s heartbreaking when you think about because literally everyone, including Alicent is just waiting for Aemond to go to sleep and never wake up.

Lol, Anne’s mom is my favorite because she’s somehow more obsessed with Alicent than Alicent was with Rhaenyra which is such a hard thing to accomplish that she kinda deserves a medal?? Her character is simply an embodiment of parasocial relationships and viewing the monarchy as these figures who are above everyone else. Appointed by the gods and all that nonsense. And yes, the tourney was pre Storms end!

Hmmm, personally I see it as a mix of the two. Lucemond had feelings for each other (Aemond more than Luke) but never actually acted on them let alone reached the extent of what rumors suggest. Though certain points like them meeting up before the dinner failure to talk things out did happen but without the ‘making love’ part. However those are just my own thoughts because I intentionally left those details up to the reader.

Thanks babes, I always love hearing from you 🩷

#asks #we need more insanemond #like totally off the rails

[writingsofwesteros]

I'M BACK! TIDES AND TOWER AU, UNIVERSITY IS KILLING ME BUT MY LOVE FOR ALYSOR AND LAENA.

Alysor is a people pleaser, when Otto commanded him to fight in the stepstones, he agreed because he couldn't say no and Daemon, during the war at the stepstones, has called him a twat, a man with no balls, a sheep even that follows the orders of daddy dearest; Alysor simply smiles and moves on: he has better things to do than indulge with a man child obssed with his brother(the actor has confirmed it)

Alysor was kind and gentle, but not stupid and sometimes he desires killing off the source of suffering of his sister: and that were the Targaryens.

King Viserys who couldn't keep it in his pants, Daemon, a whore himself when he calls Alicent a cunt, the princess Rhaenyra, the spoiled brat that has abandoned his sister.

 she was alone, married to a man old enough to be their father and Alysor knew he had to be there for her and his nephews.

When he spends some time in his sister's chambers, he thinks how lucky he was to be born a man, because he wouldn't have the same privileges as a woman and father was concerned with the matters of the realm to find him a match.

He was happy to be an uncle and when he returned from the stepstones, he managed to bring some gifts to Alicent and her children.

He has survived, much to Daemon's chagrin,nd changed so much during those years: he has grown taller, his auburn hair reaches his shoulders and the ladies were gawking at him.

"Ser Alysor proved himself to be quite capable in the battle" 

Alysor tries to not frown, the prince is mocking him, Alicent has noticed it, Nyra and king laught it off.

You thought I was going to die, you bastard" Alysor thinks then he opens his mouth

"Good think I didn't perish my prince...I wouldn't imagine what could have happened if I wasn't there to drag you out of the battlefield...you were heveanly injured..." Alysor finishes with a smile and Daemon glares at him.

"Two can play this game you inbred freak" he thinks while he still maintains eye contact with Daemon but Alicent grabs her brother's arm and invite him to show him off the tapestries.

"Did you have to make a scene?" Alicent said now that the siblings were alone; Alysor simply shrugs his shoulders:

"I speak of the true...Ser Laenor is more pleasant to be around" he says with a sigh 

 if he had ever married, he would never marry a Targaryen.

Oh boy, how wrong he was.

***

He wasn't nervous.

He was terrified.

"Everything is going to be alright my love" Laena whispers to in his ear tenderly.

They were at the feast for Jacaerys' birthday and that meant that his wife's parents were there.

Of course they were there, he thinks as they stop in front of the hall's heavy door, they were celebrating his wife's nephew, Jacaerys Velaryon 

And now they will make their way in the huge feast after years away from court.

To my own execution, he thinks staring at little Baela in his arms to soothe his nerves.

She was so calm, so innocent, unaware of the cruelty of the world.

He kisses her head and Baela giggles 

"Your mother is gonna feed me to Melys, Corlys is gonna drown my corpse into the sea.." he mutters terrified.

"I don't think so.." Laena grins, little Rhaena was in her arms and Alysor wants to die of cuteness.

When Laena had told him to be with child, Alysor cried; when the babies have kicked in her belly, he cried, when they were born, he had cried.

Who wouldn't cry when the love of your life will give you the greatest gift and blessings of the universe?

If I'm going to die, at least I'm gonna legitimize my girls, 

"I love you Laena, i love the little dragons you have given me.." he mutters seriously looking his wife in the eyes.

" Alysor-"

"And I will die for you, for us, for them" he looked determined.

The hall doors opened, their names were announced.

Let's get down to it, Laena thinks hiding her nervousness as well.

They walk side by side, as equals, as husband and wife.

I ADORE YOU!! Hope you can have a little break from Uni; Good luck with everything !!

Oh they have my heart!! he should have just left Daemon there but he's too sweet for his own good.

The little gifts he brings back are so loved on.

To my own execution, he thinks staring at little Baela in his arms to soothe his nerves. TOO DAMN CUTE!! Of course he cried, bless his little heart

#tides and towers

[hello-nichya-here]

Is Aegon II a usurper?

His father was King. The highest authority, the one that decides what the laws even are - and before Aegon II was even born, Viserys already decided on Rhaenyra being his heir and made everyone in the kingdom vow to be loyal to her as their queen once he died.

After Aegon was born, Viserys had moments of doubt - but it didn't take long for everyone to see that, while Aegon was still just two years old, he decided Rhaenyra would STILL be the heir.

Nearly two decades later, he used his last strengths to reinforce that, to him, it doesn't matter if Rhaenyra has bastards, that cheated on her very gay husband, that she supposedly fucked Daemon in a brothel years ago, that she's a woman while Aegon is a man, etc. He still wants her as heir, and everyone already swore, in a legal and religious act, that they would crown her as queen and obey her after her father's death.

While high as hell because of a bunch of medication, and in fact, high to the point that he doesn't even recognize his wife and calls her Rhaenyra, he says stuff about "Aegon's dream to unite the realm must come true." Alicent doesn't her son about what that dream and what exactly it means, because if she does she'll get confirmation that what Viserys was saying not, in fact, what she wanted to hear. He was NOT saying he changed his mind at the last second. He was NOT compensating her for years and years of a miserable life by making her son his rightful heir.

She says that's what happened anyway, lying to herself and everyone else. Aegon himself says he does not believe her because he knew better than anyone that his father didn't love him - in fact, Viserys called Rhaenyra his ONLY child, and was visibly happy when it seemed that just THE DAY BEFORE the Greens and Blacks had officially made peace with each other and thus no one would oppose Rhaenyra's reign.

And to top it all off, Otto Hightower and his allies reveal that, long before the lie Alicent told herself, they were already planning to put Aegon on the throne, and are in fact more than willing to tell him "Hey, just kill your sister, her husband, their children, and the baby she didn't even have yet" and that only doesn't happen because Alicent has some goddamn standards. She still tries to hold Rhaenys hostage, and her father's men are killing everyone that doesn't want to BREAK THEIR LEGAL AND RELIGIOUS OATH to respect crown Rhaenyra queen now that her father has passed away.

It doesn't matter what you think of Rhaenyra, Viserys, Daemon, Alicent or of literally any and every character in both sides. It wouldn't even matter if this a simple story about a fully good, innocent prince breaking the law because it'd be the only way to prevent his wicked older sister from rising to power: The throne was Rhaenyra's by right. She's the one everyone swore loyalty to because the king IS fully allowed to pick his firstborn daughter over the firstborn son as heir, as long she's older than him, not a bastard, and the child of the King's first wife - all of which apply to Rhaenyra.

"Oh, but what about Aegon the conqueror?" Usurper. He was not a blood thristy monster, was a good king, and from the looks of it he did it all for the noble reason of trying to protect Westeros from the threat beyond the wall, but he stole seven thrones from seven regents.

"Oh, but Robert Baratheon!" Usurper. Crowned himself king and had his brothes go after the actual heirs - there's a reason he used the three drops his TARGARYAN blood to justify his reign.

"Oh, but Rob Stark" Usurper. His own mother, who was fully on his side AND didn't even know Cersei's children were not Robert's, full said that they were commiting TREASON. Them being more sympathetic characters than Joffrey and the Lannisters, and Robert ALSO starting his reign as a usurper, doesn't change the fact that the Baratheon dynasty has been the official one for 15 years because the dragons, aka the rightful rulers are dead/only interested in Essos now (as far as they know), and that STANNIS is Robert's heir and rightful ruler of the seven kingdoms, the North very much included. They discovered the Lannisters, the people who killed Ned, aka led to the whole "we want independence" thing (which is still treason, despite being understandable), were NOT going to be their leaders even if they didn't continue pushing for independence, yet they still didn't bend the knee to the king.

Saying Aegon II and the Greens are not usurpers because "Rhaenyra this, Rhaenyra that" is like saying Jaime Lannister is not the Kingslayer and an oath breaker for stabbing his king in the back because "Mad King", or that he didn't try to murder a child and didn't break guest rules by pushing Bran out a window in Winterfell because "Well, what would happen to him, Cersei and their kids if Bran snitched on them?"

Aegon was not the rightful heir. He sat on the throne, wore the crown and called himself king anyway. Therefore, he is a usurper and so are the people that let him do that. Plain and simple.

#asks #hotd #house of the dragon

[two-white-butterflies]

yellow rose: five

Chapter Five: The Radiance of an Ingenue Description: Queen Alicent strikes a match between her cousin, and her son. Believing that The Tyrells were nothing but roses, completely disregarding the Thorns in their sigil. In where, Delancey Tyrell rises and becomes The Mistress of Whispers. masterlist

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DELANCEY AWAKENED UNDERNEATH WHITE SHEETS, her eyes callously searched for light as she remembered the events of last night. She purposely drank too much wine, and she assumed that her husband did the same. She groans as she feels the headache in her head, not remembering the bedding ceremony of yesterday. 

She walks towards the balcony, seeing the fleeting figure of Aemond hunched across the grills. "Awake so soon? I had assumed that you were too tired dancing," Aemond smiles as she sits in one of the metal chairs on his balcony. Her mother always warned her about the bedding ceremony — that it wasn't like what the books told her. That it was painful and carnal. But judging from the lack of pain in her body, she could say that she was wrong. 

Aemond hands her a glass of water, as her skin slightly turned red from the yellow light. "Did we do it last night?" she asked trying to keep her calm. It wasn't that she didn't wish to bed him, it was just — her wishing that she could remember. He looks around for servants or spies, once he sees none, he shakes his head. Confirming her suspicions. 

There wasn't a bedding ceremony. "Then our marriage is null in the sight of the Sevens." she pointed out, taking a large gulp of the water. He chuckles before staring out at Kingslanding. "Well, they don't know that. I cut my arm last night, the sheets are filled of blood. As for honesty, bedding shouldn't define the validity of our marriage." he comforted while she rolled her eyes. She hated righteous men who defied religion. 

He notices her dissatisfaction and takes a seat parallel her. "If you must know — I didn't fuck you because you were drunk. That would mean taking advantage of you." he retorted, trying to defend his honor. He couldn't have his wife thinking that he was a weak man incapable of sex. 

She chuckles, "I was hoping that you would." she replied with a sigh as she slumps down on the chair. Allowing her red-curls to tan in the sun. "You don't mean that," he hums as he takes a sip of her water. She sighs and closes her eyes. She couldn't tell her mother about the bedding ceremony — Cordelia would be sure to scold her. 

"I do." she replied as her eyes searched for something in the vast terrain in-front of her. "I don't know who you are — last night, a bedding ceremony was supposed to happen. If you were any other lord, you would've taken me and robbed me blind of my dignity." she spat as she played with the rocks on the table. 

Her father was a kind man — but he wasn't a kind husband. He was weak and insecure, and he never defended his children when it came to Cordelia's wrath. Delancey didn't wish to be her mother, but she also didn't wish to marry a man like her father. 

"You married a better man, and as long as we are wed. No harm will come to you, or your dignity." he promises as she evades his stare. It was clear that she didn't trust him — he didn't trust his traitorous eyes that cast her shy glances from across the halls. She didn't trust the rumors about him or his brother. 

There were cruel people in Kingslanding — she wasn't sure if he was one of them. "Should we have that in writing?" she joked sarcastically as she took another sip of the water. When she was young, her uncle Otto would always be nice to her — he'd take her to Kingslanding and buy her the biggest dolls. But she knew that despite being nice to her, he was a cruel man. Aemond was the same as his grandfather. 

"There is no need for mistrust. You can tell me everything." he claimed and she nods, not willing to put up a fight. He didn't care anyways — he was cut from the same cloth as the rest. "Sure," she replies dusting her gown and walking away from him. Only turning her head lightly and wondering if she should offer him company. 

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#aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen x reader

[hazashiovo]

Now for my request, i'd like some angst with aemond with the Arranged Marriage x In love with another trope where Aemond is in love with fem reader but she is in love with someone else. 💔 The night before the wedding he lets her go to be with the one she loves. She leaves, and aemond picks up the pieces of his broken "unlovable" heart😭

So I was genuinely excited when I saw this and I said oh I'll write it the next day but the next day I woke up with no network, so my dear I'm so sorry for delaying it but here is your request!

Aemond Targaryen x Lesbian!Reader

Haelena Targaryen x reader

Type:Angst, reader in love with somebody else. Arranged marriage

For a head start, I am so sorry for this.

When you first heard that you were to be married to Aemond Targaryen you didn't know how to react. You didn't know the prince in a way to be afraid to marry him... but you knew, you could never find it in you to love him as a husband, a lover even.

Someone might say you're broken,that you're supposed to be like your mother, or Alicent, but you can't love... men, your heart belongs to a special one, unfortunately, your to be husbands sister, Haelena Targaryen.

Oh how you wished to be able to feel things for the prince, or even feel attracted to men.

But no, you even had to fall for your betrothed's sister, who's also married to their older brother who happens to be your uncle.

Each day getting closer to the wedding made you sick to your stomach and I'll in your head, why was it necessary? You kept asking yourself, you have no heritage of your mother, your older brother gets the throne after her , and like, since he's a boy gets driftmark, which leaves you with no properties, so why was she so eager to marry you off to Aemond fucking Targaryen.

At night, you visited Haelena's chambers, since Aegon was mostly never there, in the day, you two spent most of it together. Of course the court only saw some really close friends. But there were suspicious people, like Otto, your step grandfather who always found a way to judge you.

Soon enough the wedding night came. You were nervous and anxious. The party was beautiful, you liked Aemond, at least you weren't married to Aegon, but you couldn't help yourself.

All night long you had loving eyes towards Haelena, and the sweet girl towards you.

You didn't even notice the way Aemond chased your looks, the way he figured it all out just by watching.

The thought of you loving another pained him dearly, but he said nothing , not wishing to ruin the atmosphere.

Even though this wasn't what you wanted, you let yourself enjoy the night. Talking with Aemond, dancing and eating some of the delicious food your cooks prepared and the fiery wine.

The night came to and end quicker than you expected.

The two of you made your way to your now shared room.

The way Aemond looked at you... God how you hated yourself for what you were.

"Can we.. Talk?"

The Prince's voice broke through the empty room.

You nodded your head, bit knowing what to say.

"I saw the way you looked at Haelena, and, I need to confirm something."

He continued.

You sighed, sitting down on the bed next to him.

"I'm sorry Aemond, I truly am I just... It's not what I wish to do, but I can't seem to find myself to l9ve one opposite of me.it eating me up inside that I hurt you in this way."

You spoke sincerely, barely looking him in the eye.

Aemond sighs as he runs a hand through his hair. He stays quiet, not saying anything, just looking down.

"Don't apologize, I don't want you to ever apologize to me for something you didn't do."

His hand finds yours, reassuring you that even if he's in pain, he understands and accepts you.

He loved you ever since you were children, he loved the way you smiled, the way you talked and especially the way you defended him from his brother and nephews, your brothers.

You hug Aemond tightly, how you wished this to be different only you knew.

"You can go, be with the one you truly love."

He could never forbid you to be yourself or be with your loved one.

"Aemond, I do love you.. But not in the way it was supposed to be.."

You ran a hand through his hair lovingly.

"Go, we can speak tomorrow of how this wil work."

Reluctantly, you got up.

Once you left the chamber, Aemond remained alone with his thoughts, why couldn't he be loved instead of his sister? Why was he not enough?

How he missed the feeling of your hand, or the way you hugged him, he wished it was in another way. He cursed the gods for playing with him this way .

.

.

The next morning, he found you in the bed with him.

When you woke up he made a deal suggestion.

This implying that you could be with Haelena, as long as no one catches the two of you but, he will need a child.

The only thing he asked.

You agreed to his condition.

The princess and you were lovers unknown to Aegon, all ways drunk or with the company of whores, while Aemond was alone.

You knew how you made him feel and you felt horrible, so you made sure to give him the affection he deserved,you made sure to make him happy.

This one is done, 4 more to go.

I feel like I don't really see any Haelena love here so since the person who requested this decided I can chose who to hurt Aemond with, I chose the sweet princess.

Anyways, the requests are open and my Master list is a post down this one.

Baiii!

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