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darlingofvalyria · 2 years ago

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❝I am the Heir's Wife. I bore the Heir his lineage. I will not be swept aside.❞

[ The Prince Jacaerys Velaryon should have known his wife better— or at least, her ire, for when his trysts with the bastard Snow reached the Spiders and soon, the ears of his Princess Consort, rage and war drummed for Winterfell, demanding heads.

—Maestre Kevan, Volume IV of The Bastard Eater, passage chapter under 'The Flame that Sung for the North'. ]

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 10,062 ] [ series masterlist ] | jacaerys velaryon x targaryen aunt!reader (aegon's twin sister), one-sided aegon ii x reader, jace x sara snow

contains— canon divergence - manipulative reader, targcest, smut, angst - post-vizzy t death, rhaenyra is queen - mentions of children, pregnancy, childbirth - allusions to infidelity & character death(s) - targaryen madness, revenge, domestic violence (not jace), unhinge behaviour, intense use of 'bastard', profanity, gaslighting, guilt-tripping - this is basically gone girl, you gone girl jace - dark fic - mentions of depression (aegon ii), allusions to suicide (not reader) - nsfw: oral (f receiving), breeding kink, creampie - no kings, no martyrs, no betas.

a/n— i didn't think i was going to do the sara snow thing, but herewe are. also i just wanted an excuse to go absolutely ape shit. reader gets very intense, like thoroughly unhinged. this is literally me supporting women's wrongs. it is also quite insane that this reached 10k and it's still just the first part lmaooo + comment, reblog & like at will!

"THAT FUCKING BASTARD! THAT GODSDAMNED, WHORE-FUCKING STRONG HALF BREED!"

Your shrieks echo stone and shadow, interrupted only by the things you pick up and hurl. Anything your hands grab, you throw and spit obscenities against, rage and tears ruin your pretty visage. The fury swept past your cherub features, a dragon breaking through the Hightower seams, upending fire and roar from the pits of your being.

"HOW DARE HE?! I GAVE HIM AN HEIR! I BROUGHT HIM PEACE! I BETRAYED—" you roar, pulling your pearl dagger— a gift from your Strong Bastard of a Husband — and throwing it to your vanity mirror, glass shards exploding. "— MY KIN!"

"DAUGHTER, PLEASE!"

Arms wound across your torso—hardened and chain-mail — as you fight against your bounds before a pain flashes to your cheek. Your rage quiets, hard breaths from your lungs. You turn your tear-stained anger to your mother and her palm, fright and terror on her regale visage.

Death of a spouse becomes the Queen Dowager in her pale blue robe and unbound spirals of auburn hair. Peace had begotten a realm that is balanced on the lineage you had produced for the Queen, her heir, and your own, as the new Princess of Dragonstone. With Otto Hightower for evermore banished to Oldtown, Kings Landing had been brought to a flowering kindness.

Queen Rhaenyra's ascension had been a wondrous affair, fit the for the first crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Not a Queen Consort, not a Queen Regent. An heir who rose for the crown always meant to be hers.

But the calamity that brewed in her ascension... no. You paved the peace. T'was you who wrangled the Great Houses that proved allyship to your twin brother's banner, you who blessed her with tranquility of a rule that will be known for ages that will precede you all.

And now her son... her son dared to destroy everything.

A conversation floats above your head, by your Queen Mother and her sworn shield, the Ser Cole, but you barely hear anything past the ringing in your head.

The Targaryen Madness the sheep so call it, an idle voice, faint and familiar, whispers in the niches of your brain. It has infected you so. It breathes, fuelled by the air wrought by your husband's betrayal. It sings, sweet love. It sings.

"—your grace, I urge to hold her—"

"—she is my daughter, Ser Cole, I am not in danger. Release her."

Justice, the voice shrieks? Screams? But it is so soft in your head, a wail of a memory, a woman or a man? must be had. No dragon falls in such disgrace.

The tight wound over your torso is unleashed but the knight is not far, tensed to cage you, when your mother grasps your elbows as you grab hers, nails digging into the thick fabric of her hem that she still winces, your grip steel-tight.

"My darling, please. I cannot help you if you do not speak what ails you." She brushes her hand desperately across your face, smearing your tears, trying to find the daughter she bore past the savagery and madness that beholds you now. "What has happened?"

You draw a tightened, harsh breath to your lungs, rattling your bones that you quiver in your attempt for sanity.

"I am being shamed, mother," you whisper. Stark, violet eyes meeting the worried round, brown of hers. "The Strong bastard is whoring himself to another, a Northern bastard."

A cackle falls your lips as alarmed gazes are exchanged above your head.

"Y-You cannot say such things aloud, sweet girl," your mother hushes your madness, pulling you close to her chest as she shoots a glance at the door.

Criston checks outside, but only your maids linger. Dyanna presses a finger against her lips, catching the knight's eye, and the rest scatter, surely to make sure that no one that need not know of their mistress' words is within reach. A shiver still runs his spine. He will never get used to the quiet, almost non-verbal way your connection worked and reached. Your Spiders weave webs all around, even as their mistress sunders with rage.

"Mayhaps you are mistaken, for sure the prince is loyal, and he adores you—"

You pull back against her, teeth bared. She flinches and Ser Cole steps forward, wary. "It is the third missive now that I have received. Did you think I would not have confirmed twice— thrice? I didn't believe it the first time! But three people have now confirmed that all this time, in the guise of rallying his mother's cause in the North, he is spending ample time with the Lord Stark's bastard sister. His bastard fucking sister!"

Your mother's horror catches that of Ser Criston's, but your fury is your own, you are a dragon trapped in the ruin of your own making, of the webs you had spun so cleverly to get to this point, and you cannot stop.

"I am the Heir's Wife. I bore the Heir his lineage, my blood spilled the birthing bed for it." A cry leaves your lips as your grief and rage pools like ichor from your chest to the floor. Alicent is torn away from you— your nails had gone through her robe and she had cried in pain, a mimick of your own, a mother to a daughter to a mother to a daughter, a cycle, an Ouroboros — and you fall to the floor, grasping at your chest.

"I will not be swept aside. I will not be ignored."

A gasp falls from your lips as your mind moves to a quiet, still place. The tremble fades, your rage and grief whirls, collects, as you push it all back inside your chest.

Your madness must be sharpened for it be used as a sword.

And you cannot let him be happy in another's arms.

If you cannot drag them to the Hells, sweet dragon, the idle voice hums, hisses? Screeches. Your ancestors— all of those who have succumbed to dreamy madness — appears in the corners of your vision like soldiers. Awaiting for you to join them. Awaiting the blood that you will spill.

Then you must raise the Hells unto Winterfell.

"...my daughter?" Alicent calls, hesitant. Cole hovers but does not approach, standing guard in protection of the Dowager. It breaks her heart to see you this way, a young woman still, much older than she was when she married but only because you had always sought your future. You had always had a hardened scale, far stronger than she.

Even when you made your entrance to the world— the unmeasurable pain of bringing not one, but two heirs into the world, her firstborns, all at once — you had never cried. The maestres, maids, they worried for you, as your twin brother had not stopped crying, so alive and red, raw from the wound of being fresh.

But you... you had not made a sound.

The entire weight of your being— your mind, your emotions — even then, you wrangled them close to your very centre, never letting them stray too far from the edges of your fingertips. As if any release must be made with a perused thought. An incentive of reason.

Even then, you plotted every step you took.

Now, Alicent watches as her firstborn daughter suctions all her emotions— that Targaryen madness that plagued the blood of her husband, his ancestors — and made her ploy.

Against the husband that dared make a fool of her.

The silence beckons nightmare. Old fear flickers inside the Queen Dowager.

"Where are my daughters?"

"What?"

"My daughters," you repeat, a hair's breadth louder than the first time you spoke. Your eyes flutter upward. The deadened gaze curled Alicent's heart in fear. "Where are they?"

"In the nursery, with the twins and Maelor. Helaena and Aegon are watching them."

You offer your hand up mutely, and Cole exchanges one last, lingering look with the Dowager, before offering his own. You stand up, thank him softly, and brush and clean up your face to the best of your ability. An utter calmness over your visage.

"Tell no one of what I had told you," you say, fixing your hair and rubbing the red from your cheeks. One minute there is madness, the next there is nothing. There is only a girl. A woman. A princess. "No one knows apart the three of us, and if you ever decide, Ser Criston, that nigh is the glorious time for you to betray my mother or I, know that the last thing thing oyu will fear is the Stranger's hand when I am through with you."

Your mother shouts your name, horrified. "What are you thinking? What are you plotting?"

You cup Alicent's face, smiling ever sweet. "Your innocence will keep you safe, mother. All I ask, for the heart you keep for your children, that you keep this between sealed lips and tilted chin. You know nothing, yes?"

"... Yes. Nothing."

You place a tender kiss on your mother's head. "Keep Daenera and Aemma safe for me. Aegon and I are flying to Dragonstone promptly. Sweet Helaena does ever so get overwhelmed by watching all of the children by herself."

"D-Dragonstone?"

Your sweet smile touched with poison, stretches. "It is high time I take a dragon for myself, don't you think so?"

While an insecure obsession had fraught your younger brother about claiming a dragon, you had met it with indifference.

For how can you not mourn the loss of Aemond's sight, staring in quiet horror the entire time as the maestre did his best to salvage the muck mess of blood and nerve endings, before the old man had shaken his head, and you turned to the small bowl that contained your brother's eye, unable to look at anything else.

Not even when your mother's rage was met with apathy and anger, her demands for justice nothing more than a woman's insanity, a mother's grief that must be swept away, tucked under a chin and a sadness she will never get rid of.

"Do not mourn me, mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon."

Your soft-hearted, darling, baby brother. None of his words had thawed the freezing of your heart, the grief under the swell of your breastbone.

Your own mourning was kept between teeth and tongue, as you had slept with your siblings that night. The four of you, tucked under the wing of the other, Aemond close to your chest as possible, as quiet, hot tears ran down your face. Every moan of pain or whimper he made in his sleep tore at each new vein inside of you.

"Dragons are the symbol of our House's power," Aegon had once said, windswept hair you tried to tame with your fingers, smelling fresh of Sunfyre and winds.

"And yet, there were no eggs in our child beds." He stiffened while you smiled sadly, curling your twin's hair away form his face, making him presentable and dusting the bout of sand that managed to find his leathers. You had been scolded long before by your grandsire of how you coddle Aegon, how you defend him, mother him more than your mother ever could, but you cannot stop. You were meant to care for him, tethered you once were inside your mother's womb together, you hold him steady now.

Whenever he was lost, whenever his sadness overtook him, wrung your brother dry of life, you bat the Stranger's hand and bring him back.

"But we have proved them wrong," he insisted. "All of us, even Aemond with Vhagar— the war queen, Visenya's dragon — we have claimed ours. Daeron all the way Oldtown has Tessarion, even Helaena has Dreamfyre. And yet you insist..."

You wound your arms over his torso, keeping him close in a silly hug where you sway and dance him around. A laugh escaped him while you inhaled the scent of smoke, soot, and that grime stench of beast.

Aegon on his good days lacked the bottle-edge of wine, of cheap salts from the waft of the soiled, Silk Streets.

This was your brother. No one else.

"I fare better without one," you whispered in his ear. "I appear innocent, sweet almost, without a beast in my command. They look at me with nothing but pity and the urge to protect me. Our father likes me like this, his poor, lovely daughter without a dragon of her own, listening so intently to his histories of Old Valyria. Our sister is eased, as one daughter is plagued by dreams and struggles with the real world, while the other cannot even claim a dragon of her own. Poor princess, Hightower blood must have thickened in her veins. She too, is no threat."

You pulled back, smiling at him. "They like me better like this. Pitiful, compliant, nothing but a sweet and pretty flower that sways in the Spring breeze. A beautiful decoration but no more."

He rubbed a thumb on your arm, a worry knot on his forehead. Aegon adored you but he struggled to piece together where your plot lies. You are a web-spinner, forever dancing out of reach, catching prey and lengthening your intricacies. "Is that why you hide your training with Aemond alone? Ser Criston is mother's sworn shield, he would not mind—"

"I will not place my secrecies to a knight with a soiled cloaked," you snorted. "No matter how tall he stands beside our mother. I trust no one but my kin. And I know that no matter how heavy you drink, sweet Aeg of mine, my secrets are your own."

He took your hand, kissing the back of it, stare impregnable. "As your blood is my own, our fire is one flame. I go where you tell me to."

You kissed his cheek, a reward, laughing. He smiles proudly at the sound. At this time, you dangled yourself to your brother as bait as the pressure from your grandsire to make him King started rising. You had been given notice that he had been talking to House Lannister, Wylde, even some Riverland lords.

You did not mind becoming Aegon's second wife. Just as his namesake, he will have his Rhaenys and Visenya. Unlike the Conqueror however, he would adore his Visenya more than a true flower. Helaena would enjoy that far better.

"And if I tell you to jump?" you half-purred.

"I will ask you how high."

Memories and choices break and tide as you scramble for hold on the rocky cliff face. Dragonmont in the dark is a behemoth beast, a screech or two breaking like lightning crackles, or the familiar drum beat of wings before the silence consumes once more. The stench of fire, of beasts and carcasses helps cloak the darkened night.

"Udligon ñuha brōzagon, Answer my call," you hiss into fraudulent emptiness, hands gripping rocky edges until your blood beads, "you fucking lizards."

"Have you gone mad!?"Aegon shouted, trying to pace with your run to the dragonpit.

A rocky laugh broke out from your being, not deigning that with a reply. Aegon huffed angrily.

"Alright, tell me this then. How are you so sure I'm not just about to put you on a bleeding volcano to die? We claim your dragon in the morn, sister. First thing before we break our fast. I'm sure by then, Vermithor or—"

You whipped your head around, pulling halt. "I leave tonight to claim my dragon. Whether it is you and Sunfyre who gets me there, or Aemond and Vhagar, is no matter to me. I will claim one tonight. It is up to you to decide now if we tell Aemond or not."

Aemond, whose anger is wounded tight, the barest excuse for war always at the edge of his hum. The misstep at Storm's End had cost him everything. Had cost your mother everything. Queen still, Alicent Hightower had bent the knee and offered her life in exchange for mercy. Before Rhaenyra passed judgement, Viserys I had passed.

It didn't matter that you had ensured a higher dosage from the Harrenhal witch in his usual milk of the poppy. Your spiders moving with ease through the silent channels you had established long before your own flowering.

The Red Keep had scrambled, the Heir with it. It was enough time for Lucerys to have come out of the red, confirmed to live through the worst of it without as much as a broken bone. Arrax however, had been badly maimed, and would no longer take flight. But he and his rider would live. Aemond would live. Alicent would have her son. Rhaenyea will have hers, and the crown.

Kevan had done his duty unto you while you settled the storms in Dragonstone. You rewarded him handsomely.

Aegon sighed. He too, would like your honour avenged, but not for the sake of war. "As you wish, sister. I hope you know what you're doing and I am not about to send you to your death."

Just like what you did to your mother, you reached forward and cupped his face. If before, your touch stills his heart and floods his cavities with warmth, a flash of fear strikes the twin son at the eerie smile on your face.

"Skoros morghot vestri? What do we say to the god of death?"

Aegon blinked. "Tubī daor. Not today."

You smiled. "Trust me, sweet Aeg. It is not my death the Stranger will take. Not until the fjords of the North are at my mercy."

"Iksan kesīr sir naejot māzigon ñuha sikagon pakto! I am here now to claim my birth right!" Your scream echoes and falls, repeating back to you. There is a hum, like an electric current that sizzles and pops inside your blood and marrow, and you scramble higher and higher on the rock. Your blood does not sing for the dragon lairs, but above. Up and up, jagged edges cut your skin and dress, the wind whipping with sea mist, but nothing, no one, can clamour you as you reach the peak.

At first you see nothing but darkness and hollow sounds. But you let your eyes adjust, a hiss breaking out of your dry lips as you stumble. You look down. What you first thought were rocks and wayward bones of cattle is bigger.

Whale? No.

Dragon. Dragon bone.

You look and will every sense that your eyes do not. The smell that is drowned— iron. Bones bigger than a person. Than cows and whales. Bones of fearsome beasts. Darkness moves, taking form, more than shadow. Scales hewn rough and jagged, as if stone themselves. Midnight black moving with the gentlest of sighs.

As soon as you realise what— or who — is in front of you, the eyes open with an intelligent gleam. Your heart jolts at the emerald irises that gaze back at you, slitting at the appearance of a human.

'The stench of death follows him', the voice of an old keeper hums into your ear. You no longer remember who told this to you, but the words ring true in your memory. 'Scales of midnight, as if hewn from darkness and death. A harbinger, your grace, an omen of the darkest nightmares.'

"Rytsas. Hello." You smile, ever sweet, ever charming.

This is a thread you had never felt before. Not one of your own making, but something older. A golden thread that led the eyes of Daenys the Dreamer. That spun the ties of Aegon the Conqueror. The voices that herded your madness had gone quiet in the mad rush to get here, but now their presence thickens. Words you cannot hear, nor understand, flood the silence as dragon met rider for the first time.

Keepers and historians have called him he, but every bone in your body tells you that the being before you is a she.

And wouldn't that make sense? A cannibalistic being is a woman?

She opens her maw, only ever slightly, smoke and fire crackling out of it. Molten lava in the belly of her insides tease the cool, night air and warms you.

Her version of a smile. Hello, she seem to say.

"Māzīs. Come," you say, giggling. "Dohaerās. Serve."

That night, you took your first flight.

That night, the Cannibal took her first flight with her first— and only — rider as well.

❝ . . . It is said that the formerly named "The Cannibal" had been entranced by the hunger of his new— first and evermore — rider. Prince Aegon the Elder who had escorted his twin sister that very night with Sunfyre, had looked up in alarm and fright to a maddened screech. Excitement and laughter pouring out from the newly bonded Dragon and Rider had soon turned fear into awe.

Gaelithox, she had been named as they had ridden until dawn broke by the rider who loved her 'till the end of their days, was said to have seen a mirror in Her Grace. The fathomless hunger for blood and organ from the same bodies of their kin. For Gaelithox ever hungers and satisfies for the same meat as her, at the height of her grief and ire that fuelled the Queen Consort to climb Dragonmont by hand, she too hungered for the throats of her traitorous blood.

Gaelithox will only have one rider in her whole life, as she found no same twin soul as akin in the Bastard Eater Queen. Their bond moved as if two bodies beheld one soul.

She shied from humans, and oft found too rough with other dragons. Vhagar was an exception, oft seen acting as an elder sister to the Queen's dragon when neither royal rode them and played in the skies. Smaller dragons were forbidden to approach her however, nor was she allowed in the dragonpit after almost devouring the flightless Arrax.

She died two moons after the Queen's death, delivering her final flames for her rider and would never more breathe her infamous green flames akin to Wildfire, ordered by the Crowned Heir, Princess Daenera Velaryon. It is said that the princess attempted to bond with the cannibalistic dragon but it refused.

The dragon spent her last moons in heartbreak, oft seen in Dragonstone and the Red Keep, circling her rider's most favourite places. Her final resting place is at the very top of Dragonmont from whence the Queen claimed her. It is said that the Queen's crown, the one the King Jacaerys had gifted her after the birth of their first sons, the Princes Laenor and Gaemon, is said to be placed there, as well as a portion of her ashes.

It is said that the King and the Queen's twin brother, the Prince Aegon, personally made the trek in remembrance.

It is widely suspected that Aelyx, Princess Daella's dragon, the youngest child of the King and Queen, may have been Gaelithox's only existing hatchling for he too is made of rough, midnight scales. The dragon that bred with her remains to be unknown. ❞

—Maestre Kevan Noratz, Volume X of The Life and Lies of the Emerald Flame, passage chapter under 'The Time of Hunger: Gaelithox'.

You leave Gaelithox to a mournful goodbye on Dragonstone, pressing your forehead against her hard, scaly head, promising to come back, of exchanging her diet for fat, juicy whales, for more wind-whipped rides, before riding back on Sunfyre with Aegon. The younger dragon would not rise from the beaches in fear of the cannibalistic elder, but you made ensuring promises to teach Gaelithox not to chew your dearest brother's dragon.

You had gone most of your life without the feeling of a bond beneath you, warm and alive and wild, and the roar and stench that though new, felt so familiar in your ribcage— you will fly again. And with your brothers beside you. With Helaena and her lovely Dreamfyre.

To think they had taken this from you too, to placate them. To play into their hands like a mewling kitten.

No more.

It is paces before fast is about to break when you both touch back down to Kings Landing. The Keep busying with its occupants, servants and maids bolstering with quickened feet to ensure the lords and royals are awakened with full, poached meals, dresses and coats readied for their lords and ladies, a new, glorious day under the Reign of the Black Queen.

"What now?" Aegon asks, trying to keep with your pace but he is fatigued, failing to stop his yawns. The excitement of last night had come upon him like a fog, and he is missing his bed. Hells, he is missing the bed he stays with his wife if it meant he would get a full night's sleep in the hours of the day.

"Now, we speak nothing of what happened."

He turns to you, frowning. "Just like that?"

"Just like that." You beam, nodding in favour of soldiers and maids who bow in reverence to the Crown Princess. You know you smell of dragon and night, and you need a bath. And to talk to Dyanna before you seek your daughters. "I will need time and people. The board must still be set for me to perfectly execute what I have in store."

"Alright." He yawns again. "I'll be in my quarters, passed out, if you need me. Please do not need me until sup."

You laugh breathlessly, grabbing his hand and giving it a wet kiss. "I will give you your rest, be assured. Kirimvose, dōna lēkia, Thank you, sweet brother."

The words are simple, said in a quiet murmur heavy with love and meaning. Aegon presses a loving kiss to your head, unable to stop himself winding an arm around you.

"Syt ao, va moriot, ñuha prūmia. For you, always, my heart."

As you break to each other's chambers— his, to sleep, you, already meeting Yna and requesting for a bath — you don't notice the lurker that watched the intimate moment between twins, humming in amusement before it moves to follow you.

Back in your quarters— your marriage quarters as Jacaerys had requested that you forgo having your own, not wishing to part with you — the maids are already busying themselves airing the room, moving to follow your usual routine. The only thing breaking it is the tub now in the centre.

"Thank you," you say to Yna as she picks out the pins from your hair, shrugging off your dress in the process as soon as the maids had untangled the lace behind you.

"Call for Dyanna," you tell them as they bow and leave, the door clicking softly behind them. Plans must be made. Bath for now.

With the world stifled for a second, left with only you and your thoughts, you plunge your body under too-hot water, sighing against the aches and pains in your body. Dragon-riding is a new endeavour to your muscles, and though enjoyable, was still too new.

You sigh as tears fall from your eyes, blinking exhaustedly against soft, humming daylight. You had always known that love, as it is, is a maiden's folly. A foolish, hapless play meant to fool young girls into thinking the world is kind; a pretty place.

It was an even farther thought from you, a princess of the realm. At a young age, it has been drilled to you that your womb is a rare commodity. Your body has never been your own, a piece meant to be moved in a bigger game that you are used for, not play.

You weren't stupid.

If there's a few things Otto Hightower had ever granted you, apart from gifting you his keen prowess in moving power beneath your fingertips, in hungering for more, for better— it is understanding what each person is, who they can be, how you can move them. A flatter, a flair, a push. As a man, there is much to be desired about your grandsire; he used people, used family to pursue power, but you can't truly fault him for that as you were the same.

You just took better care of the people under your wing.

And for Jace, you had banished him.

The worst part, you knew there was a good, fat chance you would care for the princeling. He was a kind man, a sweet man, and with a guiding hand, you could forge yourself the best husband for yourself as much as you can mould a great king and a wonderful father. Women's hands are ever carved to mould and prod men. We stand behind, a presence or a hand, an echo of power.

But your Jace had surpassed it all, and in the moons leading up to your present day, to giving him his heirs, two beautiful daughters, the promised full Valyrian colouring in the silver hair in Daenera, your eldest, the wide, violet gaze in Aemma— the name of his mother's mother, a request of him that you had kindly, graciously fucking agreed to — of course there is a part of you, the girlish, tender heart that you long thought you had buried to get here, would fall for the brown-eyed, wondrous man.

You sink deeper into the tub, sighing as you let yourself unravel—

When you feel it. A presence in your room. It's soft. Silent. Not a lot would feel as such, but as paranoid as you are, as you keep your spiders clean and pretty with your dewy-eyed webs— you know better.

Your mind runs with ideas on who it might be, and come to a few people. No true name rises. The Red Keep is flooded with spies and traitors. You test your luck, sitting up on the tub, raising an arm over the lip of it and flicking water with your fingertips.

"If you are here to kill me, I'm afraid it will be a lost cause."

He laughs, sardonic and edged and familiar, jetting a tingle down your spine.

Well. There's getting a calm bath.

"Perceptive as always, niece," he says, heavy footfalls approaching now that he has been caught. "I'm just here to say hello."

You raise your eyes, mouth curled but unsmiling at the man who acts as the biggest thorn to your plots. Daemon Targaryen has never fallen through your webs, on guard against your flatter, your push, or your flair. Of course, taking the position of his daughter might have forever burnt that road, but you would think he'd ease up just a little bit when his wife, the Queen, had warmed to you considerably.

Unlike your mother, you had never been hostile to your bitch of an elder sister. Just like your plots for Aegon and Jacaerys, and nodding along to thread your father had started but abandoned, foolishly thinking the realm would follow without him fully ensuring your sister's claim to the throne— you carefully maintained a polite farce with Rhaenyra.

Ultimately, this became a boon to you, as she had responded positively to your abrupt marriage to her son, even reminding her deranged guard dog of their own marriage. The cream to your lemon cake had been when you birthed Aemma, the Queen's most favourite grandchild thus far. When she was a babe, Rhaenyra was never far; almost, always holding your daughter, cooing at her cheeks, remarking her likeness to her namesake with pure fondness.

But Daemon Targaryen knew, in the deepness of his marrow, that there is something wrong with you.

"Hello," you answer primly. He laughs, leaning against the passage to your open balcony. "We could have had this elating greeting at fast, if you wish to break it with me and my own."

He scoffs, unable to hide his disdain at the thought. It breaks his stare of your naked visage. Men. "I would rather jump to the fighting pits, good daughter."

"How rude. Is that all?" You meet his gaze steadily, tilting your head. "If it is not obvious yet, good father, I am bathing."

An amused smirk. "I can see that." Lecherous fucking geezer. "No matter. I just have a... curious thought, a wonder I suspect you may be able to answer. See. Truly odd it is, for the keepers to alert me this morning that Sunfyre had taken a ride past the Hour of Owl." Your heart thuds in your ribcage and you do your best to keep your expression mildly irritated. "Not with one, drunken rider, but with another. It had taken them hours, only coming back when morning had already presented in the air."

He steps forward, slow, menacing, until he reaches the edge of your tub and crouches. Your gazes are still unmatched in height, defiant as yours might be.

"The distinct smell wafts them, a Keeper said, and one suspects that though one dragon left last night, two might have come back this morning for he had seen another fly away." His fingers dips into the water, swirling the steam without breaking eye contact. "I wonder if you know anything about it, darling niece of mine."

The mocking emphasis is not lost on you. If the Queen is the Realm's Delight, you were Darling of the Realm. A sweet, merry girl, the secondborn daughter of Viserys I who frequently fought for the plight of the small folk, who gathered friends of all kinds of lords and ladies no matter the standing of their houses to her own, visiting far lands and charming every person in any room. Who made any feast brighter, always sparkling, always the darling.

Less of a dragon, more of a fairytale.

You sit up, leaning, baring your breasts completely to him as you pull yourself up on the ledge he is crouched from. He leans back, only slightly, as you smile demurely. Sweet. Tart. On the edge of pulling his head and hitting it against the copper tub.

"I am unsure of what you suspect, or is accusing me of, kepus, uncle," you purr and there's a twitch in his mouth, a widen in his irises— men are so fucking simple — "I had been feeling down last night, as my husband, as you know, is beyond my reach at the moment as he rallies alliances for the good of the realm. My brother had simply offered to take me out riding, trying to quell my loneliness with an excitable flight I had never been afforded."

You tilt your head. "Even if there had been a dragon binded to my own, why why would I not regale the realm with news of my success? I have longed for a dragon of my own, but alas, I have not quite succeeded where most of the family have." You pout. His eyes flicker. "Mayhaps I am more Hightower than I am Targaryen."

A huff leaves his lips, the amusement in his smile arching to his dark, dark gaze. Before you can react, his hand had comes forward to hold your chin in a tight grip, your jaw aching soon enough at the fingers that dig against your skin, wanting to bruise, to break.

Though a tremble passes your body, you keep his stare, gritting your teeth as the pad of his thumb brushes your lips. Moments and desires thrum between a charged hatred.

The lust is twisted from wanting to fuck you to wanting to kill you. The line is not simple. Maybe that is your fate together.

But he can't. You are well too ingrained in his family now, loved by the people he cared about. You are untouchable. For now. This is a warning, waiting for you to stutter, to show your hand. Any show of your true intentions... he is more than happy to swing Dark Sister across your throat.

He releases you without another word, standing up and leaving through the front door, the door clicking shut.

You sink back into the bath, letting the water engulf you.

Your daughters are moons apart in birth, and there are only a few differences between them that people oft remarked they could be twins. Daenera is taller, spindly. Built like Aemond when he was younger. Her hair is spun moon and eyes of mullish blue. It reminds you of Daeron's eyes. You had named Daenera yourself, a gruelling birth that took the entire night. You promised Jacaerys he could name the second. He had chosen Aemma for a girl, Laenor for a boy.

Not a few moons later, you were with child again. Your husband pinked at the cheeks at the chiding from his family. When she cried into the afternoon sun—Aemma was born mid day, during a council meeting — he pain did not stop the laugh that came out of your mouth from the horrified expression from the Master of Coin as your water broke.

Aemma had a sweetheart face, cheeks much fatter than her older sister's, with a yellowish tinge to her hair, curlier too, reminding you of Aegon. And Aemma laughed more, her deep, violet eyes always half closed as she exploded in giggles and bright, sunshine happiness.

Sons they might not be, but you had given heirs for the throne. And for them, you would do anything to keep their futures intact. Bond with a dragon, face the Rogue Prince, upheave Winterfell. Anything.

You flounce to the nursery where you know the two would be, smiling sweetly at every person you pass as they bow in reverence. Most wore sights of confusion, their greedy eyes and wagging tongues drinking in the deep, emerald glisten of your gown.

It's an old dress, one you keep in the corner of your collection. It isn't as if you had forgo the colours of your mother's house, but playing court meant every movement, even the clothes you wear, can be meaningful. And since your marriage, your Jace liked you in Velaryon colours.

"A goddess come to bless," he gasped against your collarbone, keeping your legs high on his waist as he rutted into you before his teeth sunk on your skin. As newlyweds go, there is not a lot of teasing to be had for your husband to curl against you in a darkened alcove. Merely wearing his favourite colour on your skin has him panting like a dog. His favourite dress is a seafoam blue that dragged longer against the ground in a soft, almost-gossamer material with a silver belt.

Enticing him never took long, but you enjoyed the dance presented. You enjoyed the dark hunger that filled him until he grabbed you to take you because he just had to take you.

The fresh wound slices deeper as you imagine all the things Jacaerys is doing to the so called Sara Snow. The emerald green of your gown shimmers with your anger.

"Fucking bastards," you can't help but say aloud, nodding at the guards posted on the nursery as you hear the squeals of your daughter and the calm, even voice of your brother.

"Muña! Mother!" Aemma squeals, untangling herself from being pressed against Aegon's side as the children— Daenera and Jaehaera — cuddle around him, before running to you. Helaena is on the floor, entertaining baby Maelor. Your mother, hands twisting against her own, stands vigil by the window, staring far ahead.

You catch your secondborn, giggling as you pressed kiss after kiss on her face.

"I see everyone has started without me. Where is Jaehaerys?"

"You were late, sodjisto, aunt," Jaehaera grins gummily. Jahaera is only a year older than Daenera. Your daughters, five and a half and five respectively. "Jaehaerys is with kepus, uncle. They are training."

"Smart girl." You meet your brother's gaze, whose eyes had notably been staring at your dress, mouth turned down. "Why don't you three play with Helaena? I shall speak about Name Day gifts for your Uncle Joffrey for a bit, hm?"

As Aemma shrieks something about cakes, and Daenera dutifully kissing your cheek in greeting before she takes Jaehaera's hand, you turn to your brother and mother.

"Aemond?" you ask softly, keeping your voice out of earshot. Alicent shakes her head. You nod. "Good. We don't want him inciting a war before I have mine properly planned."

As the Dowager draws in a sharp inhale, Aegon grabs your hands, the worry pulled taunt in his eyebrows. "Are you seriously contemplating war, sister? Isn't there a better way to punish them?"

"What punishment does a man regale in?" you hiss, stepping close to him. "Or the Queen's heir for the bloody matter? When Aemond nearly killed Lucerys, and he confronted me as if I had ordered Vhagar to tear through his brother, I thought I had put to bed any doubts in our marriage. It seems that men stray, regardless. My daughters may be his heir now, but what is to say that bastard wildling he's found himself cock deep in produces a son? Will he shame me with a mistress? Or will he shame me with a second wife?"

Your mother's lips tightens, her fingers paling at how tight she is gripping her nerves.

"Bastard or not, if he takes her to wife, I will be nothing. Make that babe a son, and the realm will rally for it. Daenera is his heir. My daughters will not be forgone. I will not be pushed aside. This is mercy, brother," you say softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear. "My last one. It requires time, moons, to unfurl. It requires seeding doubt and unfathomable inadequacy. Better if Aemond is none the wiser, Helaena the same. But I will need both of you for this to work. It is the only time I will ever ask. For me. For my daughters."

"And you will punish Winterfell with a war?" your mother asks, frown pulled deep. "That is the plan?"

"I will not. I won't do such a thing so blatant, mother, you know me better than that. But this is my last mercy, and it will be the last. For the next time he offends me so, I do not care if Rhaenyra feeds me to Syrax. I will put a dagger through his heart, heir or not."

The Prince Jacaerys comes back not a week later. Though he comes back to the same castle with the same occupants— your shiny new threads gleam. The stage has been set, a play ready to act. You had sent more spiders in the North, keeping a close eye to every blasphemy your husband has been enjoying in the absence of his duties, and as the rage in you quietly grew with each new whisper, your determination hardens.

You mark each indescretion. You keep a tally.

You count for each fall your blow will land on him.

Vermax lands with a screech and a heavy thump, your husband leaping off him with a grin on his face, matching the one you own, waving your arm joyously with Aemma in your arm and Daenera beside you, holding to your skirt as she grinned at her father.

Aemma wiggles under your hold, and you let Jace get close enough before you set her down, laughing, "Okay, okay!" Her laughter carries through as she scrambles like a bull to her father. A squeal peals out of her as Jace picks her up just in time and tosses her in the air.

"Want to meet kepa, father, sweet girl?" you whisper to Daenera, running a hand down her hair before she nods, breaking out into her own sprint, hugging her father as he greets them with laughter and kisses.

You let them have their time, and this, at least, eases your heart truthfully. A kind reminder that Jace adores his daughters.

You stay at the edge of the entrance, your too-wide grin softens into a smile. You were dramatic, nothing new about that, but even in the pale, pearl blue of your dress in silky, Myrish lace, the emeralds in your heavy, golden belt winks. Green ribbons twisted in your hair alongside fresh flowers. When the trio of your family treks toward you, silver-haired babes clinging to your dark haired prince, you serve a wink at the girls and they untangle themselves from their father while you stepped forward.

A choreographed dance, not giving him time to think. To pause.

Every step is calculated, every item on your body— the silk, the small seahorse that locks your dress behind you, the tint on your lips to the oil in your hair and body — is made to perform. You engulf him in you as if you want to suffocate his senses, your arms wrapping around him with sweet kisses pressing on his face, his neck.

Most in the dragonpit looked away, others, scandalously amazed and enchanted, watch as the princess is undeniably enthralled with her lord husband.

His laughter rumbles across his body, infecting your own, smelling of dragonback and crisp winds. You wonder if your nose is more heightened, you would be able to smell his whore in him, but you don't. It's just him. Your Jace.

Your body moulds against his as his arms tightens around you. When you lean back, you sweetly press a chaste kiss on his lips, grinning.

"What is this?" he huffs a laugh, meeting your doeful gaze. Your fingers curl around his chin, his cheek, idly tapping and touching as if you are committing so much newness to memory.

"Kostagon iā ābrazȳrys daor jaelagon zirȳla valzȳrys? Can a wife not want her husband?" you ask softly, pressing a few more kisses before sucking the last one just under his ear. His body shudders. You hide your smirk. "Skori ēza issare qrīdrughagon tolī bōsa? When he has been away too long?"

A yearning look tints your gaze from under your lashes, and you have to stifle the winning smirk as guilt pinches his face.

"My apologies, my wife. I did not mean to be away from you for long. From the girls." As his eyes flick to his daughters, your mask momentarily sharpens into clear distaste. The urge to dig your fingers into his eyes until he is bleeding and screaming under you is one you tamper with great distress.

Did not mean...

Did not mean to have a dalliance with another woman?

Did not mean to fall into bed with a fucking bastard, you insidious cunt, while I await here with your heirs?

Your anger thrums, nestled deep in your heart, it breathes. You school your face the moment he turns back to you, bringing your hands to his lips, kissing each finger with reverent tenderness. His brown eyes smoulder, rubbing your bare— irises widening — back.

"If you wish it, I can be on my knees for my apologies, my princess."

Your mouth curls. "I'm afraid that might have to be quite later, my prince."

"Huh?"

"The Dowager Queen hoped to congratulate you on your successful campaigning. Reaching as far as the North so frequently, we planned a feast for your return." Eyes shinning, you cup his face. You hope the guilt eats him raw from the inside out. Like worms. Like termites. Hungry, hungry, hungry. "We have never been more proud of you, I have never been more proud of you."

You laugh brightly, ignoring the way he squeezed you just a bit harder that mere second the same time his eyes tightened. "The moment I told the girls of it, they had begged to dance with you." Then you bit your lip, frowning slightly. "I... I understand if you are tired, 'tis a long journey after all, I did try to tell them you might want to rest, we can sneak you—"

"No, no, my heart, of course I would be happy to, I— I want nothing more." He brings you close, face disappearing into your neck. "Thank you. I love you."

You hum, carding your fingers through his hair. "As I love you."

For the rest of the feast, you dance just at the edges of his fingertips, ensuring that you permeated his sights and senses despite it. A game. A dance. When he thanks revelries who congratulate him, who ask him of his adventures, you proudly stand beside him, dutiful as the wife that you are, spearing him with compliments as much as you can. Hands squeezing his arm, your oils swallowing him with your smell.

When dinner came, you take chances massaging his thigh, sliding a salacious grin that had him blushing, ever so sweet, green— making you wonder what kind of fucking bastards do that he finds your attention so swallowing.

You don't let up.

Whenever he, in turn made a move, you sidestep, flutter a smirk, a wink; always escaping, letting him grow frustrated as the night went on.

Your one respite from taunting him had been when he danced with his daughters, making a gallant show of asking them, even Jaehaera. Giggles and spins, the ladies of the court fawn and coo.

Even now, you're making him to be the perfect man. The endearing husband, the wondrous father, the brilliant prince, the perfect lord.

To execute your plan, it must be made with a surgical precision. A slice that guts him to his knees, that breaks his spirit and quenches the whispering, wicked madness nestling with your ire. On another cheek, he must remain upright and upstanding, as to keep your daughters' future in perfect order.

You catch the domineering gaze of Daemon Targaryen, idle as he is, on the side of his distracted Queen, talking to a highborn lady. You don't look away as you toast him your cup of Arbour Red before you pucker your lips for a taste. Your eyes move to where your husband is already looking, flushed red and sweaty from all the dancing, your girls, preening and giggling around him.

You tilt your chin at him, a challenge in your gaze, before you slowly pull your lips away from your wine, stained red.

His throat bobs.

It will be a long, arduous game. Full of pitfalls and tightened webbing. One trip can kill you. But once the machinations are in order, once everything and everyone is in their proper places... oh, you cannot wait for the dance the dragons will make.

A flutter, a simpered footstep. Then a rustle of a dress as one bows.

"My lady," Dyanna greets behind you.

"Hm?"

"The spiders in the ice have met the pup in the snow."

"And?"

"The pup is not suspicious, in fact, they might go as far as to say that the pup is lonely. Though others largely understand her existence... no one likes a bastard."

You snort. "No, they don't, do they?"

"The wolf cares for the pup though, and is largely protective of his only sister."

"Hm. Complicated, but not impossible. Have Meera change the tone of my missive. A softer edge. Sweet but not overtly. Ensure the prerogative of politeness. Then have it sent to the Rookery. The proper channels."

You sigh, taking the edge of your braid and twisting through the ribbons your maid tangled between them. Tonight, you had elected Targaryen colours. A black dress akin to scales and a low, exposed back and dipping front, held together in red ribbons and silver chains. One that might be too on the nose, but the constant, feverish stares from your husband made it worth it.

"We have to ensure a good relationship with the Warden of the North, don't you think so?" You have not looked away from your husband since your maid came, and as he whispered something in Daenera's ear, nodding off to her grandmother with Aemma towed, he turned towards you, one stride after another.

"Precisely what I thought, milady."

"Go," you order her for the last time, giving her your cup, just before Jacaerys reaches you.

Game, set.

Worshipping you has always been something Jace excelled at. At the least, his cock was much larger than most, and without the preparation of his tongue and mouth, it burned. At most, he oft found himself holding your shaking thighs, your head and shoulders left on the bed as he feasted on you like a man starved, hungered for your nectar, the sounds you make, and the shaking of your body as you reached your peak on his tongue.

"J-Jace, please, I—" Your breath stutters, a hiccup escaping your mouth, but he is not letting up. On his knees as only a lordling can with his back straight, he is holding your thighs, your lower back, eating your cunny for the third time of the night.

As soon as he had reached you, he grasped your waist, whispering against your hair in a rumbled groan, "You are torturing me so, my wife. We leave. Now."

"Now?" you echoed, amused. "This is a feast in your honour."

"My honour is already hanging by a thread. The revelry will go on without us. I want to have my fill of you."

And fill he had. He didn't even wait to get you out of your dress before he had pushed your skirt upward, gone on his knees, and got his tongue inside of you.

Now, you are overwhelmed, overstimulated as you are hazy, gripping the wrecked sheets as your peak reached you once more. A strangled, breathy cry of his name falls between your lips as your back arched impossibly so, and instead of letting up, this seemed to fuel him harder, the muscle of his mouth working harder inside of your cunt, hands digging into your flesh to keep you steady.

It builds with a stimulation unending, and just as you're on the throes of your last high, it builds again, quick and fast this time, shuddering gasps of, "o-oh gods, g-gods, Jace!" is the last thing you are able to shout before your fourth peak breaks against the shudders of your last one, your wetness exploding, and you start crying before he lets up.

Your blubber becomes laughter, and he is soft as he lies you down, massaging your thighs as you twitched. He hovers above you, running gentle hands across your arms, kneading through skin, before he reaches your face. He's still in most of his clothes, his long white shirt and breeches, but his mouth is covered in your wetness before he wipes it, obscene in the prettiness of his face and messy locks from where you had tugged and grabbed.

He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, so close to your body, all too tangled in your soul, and can feel his hard cock upright and wanting against your belly, but he pays it no mind. Concern mars his features as he brushes down your hair.

"Are you alright, my love? Too much?"

You shake your head, brushing your hand down his chest. "N-no, I am well. I just never did that before."

He smiles, kissing your closed eyelids before he brings you close to his chest, cuddling you deep. "You deserve all the pleasure I can give you," he says against your hair. "I have been gone far too long. Consider it my apology."

You hum, eyes open. "Apology for what? You were doing your duty, nothing more, ñuha zaldrīzes, my dragon." You feel him stiffen as you keep your voice soft, caring. "I understand duty far better than you. It is what I love most about you."

You look up, taking his chin between your fingertips as you stared at those warm, brown eyes. "You, who carries your honour like a shield and your duty like a sword. I feel as if the gods had blessed me a husband far better than I should have had for I know I do not deserve you."

"H-how can you say that? You are—" He swallows. "— You are the most excellent woman. The mother of my children. You... You are the one I do not deserve."

Your head falls back against his chest, gripping his shirt. Only by your teeth had you stop yourself from screaming.

You curdle, you keep, you poise.

"My love?"

But you pay him no mind, pushing him on his back as you straddle him, your hands working quick to unlace his breeches until his cock slaps against his stomach, end red and swollen. A sharp hiss falls from his lips as your hand tugs on it once. Twice.

He calls your name, spits it really, eyes blown with lust as he holds your waist, unsure if he should lift you off him or grind you against his aching cock.

"I want you inside me," you whimper, plead, feeling his cock twitch at your words, your false, yearning gaze. He mistakes the burned tears of anger in your eyes as unbridled want. "I have gone so long without your warmth, your cock, swelling inside me, your seed nestling deep, taking root—"

"Yes," he gasps, fingers digging into your doughy sides, pulling you up, moving you around whilst you grabbed his length and directed inside your wet, hot cunt inch by inch, filling you so thickly you can feel him in your throat. It takes time, patience and grit, but you're wet enough and you're determined. Once he's fully inside of you through a choked moan of your own, his neck arches, head thrown back. "Fuck! Yes, y-yes, there you are, my g-good fucking girl."

You move slow at first, taking him, bracing one hand on his knee, almost testing the feel him of back in the familiar contours of your cunt. Veins pop between each groan and choke that shudders through him whilst praise, your name, the possessive titles— my love, my wife, my princess — is spit in between.

When the heat tightens in your belly, you shift positions, placing both palms on his chest, and riding him without abandon, bouncing up and down as you watch with a sharp eye as his release builds. His hips move on their own, fucking up in you as you meet his thrusts with equal vigour, and it's delicious. It's heated. You grind your swollen folds against his mon and your cries make him thrust up harder into you, calling your name, denting your doughy hips.

You don't stop, your pleasure at the back of your mind, wanting him to unravel, to break— a final cry of your name dissolving into a choked moan, spilling his seed deep inside, the continuous snap of his hips digging it deeper into your womb.

But your last peak is still tightening, so you press a quick kiss on his chest, a bite really, before you continue to chase your own high, a hiss slipping his lips but moving your hips with his iron-grip, stutters of, "d-do it, reach your high, f-fuck! fuck!"— Your head throws back, nails digging his skin as your cunt clenches his cock in a vice grip, forcing his hips to snap up once more, twice, until you fall, slumping against him.

When he kisses the top of your head, murmuring words you ignore, you close your eyes.

Your plan is in motion. The missive will be sent to the Lord Stark, in pursuit of an innocent friendship. The spiders you have placed on the Northern bastard are set, and a dragon flies in Dragonstone with your bond in its blood.

Your Jace is home. He will fall in love with you all over again. His wonderful daughters and darling princess, he will regret the events that have transpired in the cold. In his head, he will make promises to do better, to be better, that whatever happened is a blip. A mistake that will not happen again. but you know, he will trip. He will wander once more.

But you will make sure that the next time he does so, he will regret it for the rest of his days.

Because it is not you who will burn Winterfell to the ground.

It will be him.

Your plan moves, your web is perfect.

Now, the spider waits for the idiot fucking flies to feed on.

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You promised not to steal from me again

helaena Targaryen x reader x aegon Targaryen

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Summary : you’re a member of the smalll folk who lives in the poorest of conditions with your mother ill and close to death you must steal to survive but when you steal from the wrong person you find yourself imprisoned in the dungeons at the red keep. As time moves on you are placed as helaenas hand maid but soon grow to be more to her and aegon growing to a position of power as their lover.

Warning: 18 + mdni, p in v sex, f!oral, poly relationship, death, blood, rough sex, m!oral ,pregnancy, child birth, crime, creampie, biting, hickeys, blood and cheese, scars, injuries,

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It’s the beginning of the summer I’m sat in a rugged small house in the middle of flee bottom close to the edge of the streets of silk I’m sat close to my mother who is sat by a fire hunched over shivering her skin pale face thin and skeletal she barely acknowledges her surroundings let alone the fact that me her ten and two aged daughter is sat watching over her from a distance watching her over time become more and more frail as she coughs up blood and I can’t do anything to help her.

We do not have the money for a physician or the money for medicine from an apothecary. I must steal what I can; money, food, herbs to create my own kind of remedies to sooth her suffering but nothing seems to sooth her pain.

It’s late in the afternoon the sun has begun to set in kings landing and the streets of flee bottom have just started to open up. I leave the house quietly as I blow a kiss to my mother and announce “ bye mama I’ll be back soon promise just gonna go out, shopping is all” knowing that if I told her I was stealing she’d get upset and I don’t need that.

I’m wandering around the streets picking pockets for a few spare coins when I see the ultimate victory. prince Aegon Targaryen, the oldest son of the king and alicent Hightower, staggering drunkenly through the streets a large bag of coin strapped to his side. He is a drunken fool most the time there fore I think quite an easy target or so I thought.

I’ve been doing this a while now I know how to sneak around making my foot steps silent how to get away quickly and hide my tracks

but I don’t know what I would do if I got caught I would be in big trouble especially if caught stealing from a prince, if i get caught my mother would be left for dead. But if I don’t I’d have a bag full of coin to get her the help she needs.

I slowly start to follow him checking for any sign of kings guards or any other source of security there’s non I can see he walks down an alley way I follow getting close to him as I get close enough I reach out for the back strapped to his hip when he turns around and sees me he grabs my hand his eyes filled with fury “ what are you doing “ his voice sounds dark and it brings chills throughout my body “ I-i-I” I stand there a stuttering mess “ don’t even bother answering I know what you were doing you rat” he scowls pushing me back to the point I fall back onto the stone floor with force “ I could have your head for that stealing from a prince” a smug expression dancing across his face as he sees tears well in my eyes “ I’m sorry my prince” I mumble quietly “ please I beg do not take my head” my hands shake violently as I see kings guards run towards our direction “ ugh fucking cunts” Aegon grumbles as they spot him standing over me and start approaching.

Sir criston Cole walks to aegon he looks over him and then down at me on the floor “ my prince is everything alright “ he looks back at him as sir Arryk comes in the other direction of the alley blocking my way of escape “ you see this here speck of filth in front of me sir criston this pathetic excuse of a girl thought she could steal from me” I look up at them “I’m sorry my prince I need the coin my mama is desperate she’s on the brink of death” I sob spluttring at each word aegon snaps at me “ I did not ask you to speak girl” his face an expression of fury “ sir criston have her taken back to the cells at the castle have her punished accordingly” I get practically lifted from my spot on the floor “ no please sir please my mama needs me” I cry out “ should have thought of that before you made the stupid choice to steal from me” Aegon says a sadistic smile as he watches sir criston carry my frail body away from him.

He drags me to the keep and through a back entrance to the dungeons are full of dark cells full of the nastiest of criminals “ you were stupid to think you could do that” he says to me not really expecting a response as he puts me down in a cell with a small melting candle sat on a bench “ I needed the coin” I mumble through tears “ you are a young girl you have life a head of you, you waist it away making daft decisions like stealing from a prince” he scoffs slightly. I look down at the floor tucking my knees in my chest making myself look even smaller that I did before as he turns to leave “ I’m sure your punishment will be light there are worse criminals down here than just a little girl you should take it thankfully” he closes the door locking it behind him leaving me basically in darkness with just the light of the candle to sooth my fear of the dark.

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It feels like days have passed at this point the candle has burnt out leaving me in constant darkness the only thing that is telling me I’m still alive is my sobbing that echo through the cell and through the halls of the keep.

I sit in the corner of the cell my knees tucked into my chest making myself as small as possible as I hear footsteps echo through the hall and stop outside the door I hear a woman’s voice “ open the door “ her voice is strong and demanding there’s a clanging of keys against the large metal door and then there’s beams of sunlight streaming into the room I cover my eyes from the brightness “ that’s a child why is there a child imprisoned in the keep” she glares at the guard as she slowly walks into the cell sinking down to the floor infront of me “ you poor girl” I look at her through my fingers “ why are you in here” she sounds gentle her look of care and sympathy on her face “ I-I was caught” I sniffle tears streaming down my cheeks “ caught doing what” she raises her eye brow a stern motherly look on her face “ stealing from the prince” I stutter out.

The woman that I finally recognised as queen alicent “ you stole from my son” she looks down at me “ why” she stares down at me I feel more intimidate now looking up at her my body trembling “ I needed money your majesty I needed money for my mama she’s dying” I sniffle my voice quivering and shaking .

Alicent rests her hand on my cheek “ hush child I am not mad but you should apologise to prince aegon and then I am going to come up with a suitable punishment “ she looks at me reaching her hand out to mind “ come “ she helps me up my legs trembling under my body weight as she slowly walks me out of the cell the light hurting my eyes more as we get further into the red keep.

We get to a large wooden door as she knocks I look up at her scared “ it’s ok do not stress” she runs her hand over my back gently as the doors open “ Aegon are you decent” her voice sounds more harsh and sinister Aegon is laying in bed wrapped in blankets as alicent walks in pulling me with her “ what is it mother” he grumbles exhaustedly “I have some one who needs to talk to you” she looks down at him as he opens his eyes seeing me “ ugh it’s you girl what is it “ he growns a scowl on his face “ I am sorry my prince I will never steal from you “ I pause as alicent looks at me “ or any one again” I look back up at him his expression seems surprised “ fine what ever” he looks at me and back at alicent.

“ Aegon where is your sister I am going to introduce them this girl will be her lady in waiting “ she looks at him “ I do not know where she is or why you’d want a common peasant to be her lady in waiting surely you should choose someone with status someone with a title ” alicent scowls at him “ it is her punishment and it would be good for helaena to make a friend she doesn’t get a long with the girls from court” he rolls his eyes and rolls back over in his bed as alicent walks me back out .

“ what is your name sweet girl” she looks at me as we walk away “ Y/N” I look at her “ what a lovely name, well Y/N you are being granted the title of princess helaena’s lady in waiting “ I gasp slightly “ really are you sure you want me “ I look at her in shock “ of course I am I want helaena and you to become good friends you will help her with what ever she needs and you will protect her if needed” I nod agreeing with her as she looks down at me. “ can someone check on my mama your majesty “ I look up at her concerned “ I fear from the time I spent in the cells she may already be dead but at least I can get it confirmed “ she bends back down to my level seeing my watery eyes “ ok sweet girl I will have someone go to check on her but do not worry I shall take care of you as long as you take care of my girl” she takes my hand back in hers a sweet smile on her face as I nod slightly riding to meet her eyes “ thank you” a wavering smile back on my face as she rises again .

“ before you meet helaena we shall get you cleaned and dressed more appropriately” she walks me to a bathing chamber where there are maids filling a bath with warm bubbly water.

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After getting clean and dressed I get brought to helaenas room where alicent is sat with her as she plays with her insects . I stand in the door way “ ah y/n come in” I do as I’m told and walk in “ helaena this is y/n she’s your new lady in waiting” helaena sits there mumbling to herself as she looks up at her mother a dazed look on her face .

“ princess “ I curtsy lowering my head slightly she pats the space next to her on the floor “ come join me” I sit next to her watching a long insect with millions of legs climb up her arm I watch fascinated “ this one has sixty rings and two sets of legs on each side “ she looks at me a sweetness in her voice as she passes it onto my hand I let it crawl onto me “ it’s beautiful I’ve never seen anything like it” she smiles at me excited to find someone who isn’t scared of her creatures.

Alicent watches over us as we play with the insects and talk amongst each other I listen to the facts that helaena spouts out pulling them out of her head. alicent face is full of pride and joy seeing her sweet girl finally open up to someone instead of staying closed within her own head.

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After blossoming a friendship over a few months it soon blooms into something more serious more romantic feelings as I help her with daily activities like bathing , dressing and many more things I’m also just good company for her.

One night I’m helping her into bed to rest and she leans up taking my head in her hands and kisses me on the lips the kiss is full of passion and affection “ i hope this is ok y/n not too much for you” she breaths before pulling me in more I kiss her back letting her tongue slip into my mouth, her hands running through my hair as she craves more connection we end up laying together kissing for hours till she becomes tied even then I hold her in my arms letting her sleep as I comb my fingers through her hair and run my other hand drawing gentle circles on her skin til I hear a male gasp from the door way and sit up desturbed by the noise I see aegon stood in the door way.

“ what is this” he steps in his voice an angry whisper “ you promised not to steal from me again but here you are stealing my sister, stealing my betrothed” he glares at me “ I promise you my prince nothing had happened she just needed comfort and I happen to be here” I look at him my eyes glistening with guilt as he sees my swollen bruised lips and a smirk toys on his lips “ I know what you’ve been up to kissing and cuddling under the covers how scandalous “ he chuckles to himself “ no my prince I promise “ he cuts me off looking down at me “ no no I do not have a problem in it I find it rather attractive my sweet sister, wife to be having a secret lady love” he smirks.

I sit there on the bed perched on my knees looking down as I feel his hand grab my chin “ do not be ashamed “ he looks at me “ you’ll be of great service to my sister or even myself in future “ he looks at me as his leans in kissing my head even if I try to pull away he holds me in place with his hand firmly on my chin “ and to think a few months ago I thought you were useless “ he laughs at his stupidity “ to think what is hers in present will be mine in future “ he looks at me leaning in to my ear his voice gravely and slightly intimidating “ that includes you” he leans back “ have a pleasant night y/n sleep well” his regular smirk returns to his face before he turns to leave “ night my prince” i grumble quietly before laying back down cuddling helaena.

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A few years have passed aegon and Helaena are married and she is with child her belly swollen with aegons seed. I sit by Helena’s side holding her hand as she lays in bed sulking “ you’re growing beautifully hels” I run my finger across the back of her hand gently “ do not lie to me y/n” she huffs as she looks up to me “ come now don’t be so negative “ I lay next to her as she rests her head on my shoulder.

Aegon walks in and smiles at the sight of us cuddling up together “ both my girls doing ok” he smirks as he walks over resting his hand on helaenas growing bump “ I’m not your girl“ I roll my eyes slightly at him “ you belong to my wife and what belongs to her belongs to me” he scoffs at me “ so you are my girl and don’t forget how you ended up in the keep you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me” helaena fidgets uncomfortably taking his attention back to her “ Aegon the babe is hurting me” she whines as he runs his hand along the bump.

I sit up “ I’ll get you some tea hels” she nods as I smile at her sweetly kissing her head before I get up “ do you want anything my prince” I look at him “ some wine and the good stuff non of that cheap shit” he looks at me and I nod bowing my head slightly as I leave to the kitchens.

I heat up a pot of tea and pour out some milk and sugar into small pots and pick helaenas favourite tea cup out, it’s covered in a design of butterfly’s and lady bugs and flowers, then once the water’s boiling I pour it into a tea pot and add her favourite tea leaves into a strainer and put it into the water to brew. I place all of it onto a tray then I go to the wine cellar and take a jug I go through each wine stopping at a vintage dornish red then I take out the cork and pour it into the jug till it’s full then I grab a cup and put it onto the tray.

I slowly carry the tray upstairs to their chamber sir criston hold the doors for me making sure it doesn’t knock me or make me drop anything “ thank you sir criston” I smile sweetly as I return into the room seeing helaena and aegon laying together.

I put the tray down on the table then pour helaena a cup of tea stiring in her milk and sugar I bring it to her bed side “ here you are hels” she smiles at me “ thank you sweetness” she takes the tea siping on it.

Aegon looks at me raising a brow “ are you not going to pour me my wine” his voice is slightly stern “ are you going to ask me nicely “ I look at him standing at helaenas bedside “ god this girl is getting too comfortable “ he grumbles about me as if I’m not in the room “ you know you love it” I smile as I finally pour his wine into the cup and bring it to him as he reaches for it I move it back “ ask me nicely” he huffs rolling his eyes “ wine please “ he looks at me I give it to him “ you’re lucky I… my wife loves you” he stutters and pauses to correct himself making me giggle slightly.

He takes a sip of wine then puts it down “ come lay with us y/n” he pats the space on the bed next to him “ don’t you think thats disrespectful to your wife “ I look at him “ another woman joining your bed” I smile teasingly “ oh come you are barely a woman you haven’t even bled yet “ he pats the bed again more determined this time “ I don’t find it disrespectful y/n” helaena says sleepily as she finishes her tea putting the cup on the bed side table “ fine as you wish” I lay down next to them slightly more separated than they are as they lay cuddling but aegon pulls me in his arm wrapping around my waist making me giggling slightly.

“ to think of the pathetic rat you were but 3 years ago now look at you a grown beauty” he says full of confidence and pride i blushed slightly “ be careful with your words husband I may get jealous “ helaena jests as the babes kick and become more active within her belly causing her to wince his hand gently wraps around her and places on the bump “ they seem to be jealous too it seems” he chuckles to himself looking lovingly at the bump. “ they recognise thier father” helaena looks at him seeing a look of pride in his eyes making her smile her eyes drooping shut slightly as she becomes more and more exhausted “ rest wife we do not mind it is hard work doing the work of a mother” he strokes the bump gently as she shifts closer to him getting comfortable before giving into sleep.

“ if only both my girls could be laying here with swollen bellies from my seed“ he grumbles slightly drawing small patterns along the skin of my arm “ you know you’d hate it really” I giggle “ you’d have to get someone else to boss around and I would not be allowed upon my feet for a second “ he scoffs at me “ you could lay here at our side for ever, it’s such a shame “ he rolls over slightly without disturbing helaena “ it’s a shame you haven’t blossomed into womanhood yet “ he pulls me into him more before planting a sloppy kiss in my lips taking my bottom lip between his teeth i let out a small squeal and a whimper it causes him to chuckle, the door creaks open Aemond stands there looking in a stern expression on his face.

“ must you do that when our sister, your wife sleeps next to you” he looks at aegon “ oh come on Aemond you act like she hasn’t fucked her next to me while I have slept” I blush at his boldness as he pulls me in flush against him “we all know of both yours and helaenas scandals “ he sighs stepping into the room as he walks over “ I do not know what’s so special about this hand maid” he looks down at me his eye scanning my form “ you have not had her suck your cock then brother, she may not be ripe to lose her Maidenhead yet but she is good with her mouth” he runs his hand along my bottom lip trying to push his fingers into my mouth.

Aemond scowls slightly “ aegon stop” he looks at him “ when I want a whore I know where to come but right now I am not interested in such matters” he looks at me and I get up off the bed making aegon grown “ you’re no fun” he looks at him a small pout on his face.

I look at Aemond “ would you like some wine my prince” I look at him a look of sweetness on my face he sits down on the chair by the bed “ I’ll have one“ Aegon smirks passing me his cup which I take to re fill “ one won’t hurt brother” Aegon looks at his brother trying to convince him “ I am fine y/n thank you” he glares at Aegon as I bring him a full cup of wine.

I look at Aemond “ may i ask you something my prince “ he raises his eyebrow at me “ what do you wish to ask” i rarely talk to him and when i do it’s out of duty “ could you teach me how to use a sword” i ask fully confident in my question “ you? use a sword” he scoffs “ why” he looks back at me “ the queen says i must learn to protect hels and aegon and who else to ask but the best swords man in kingslanding “ he smirks at my words “ you flatter me but i do not wish to see a woman with a sword but there are other ways to protect those we care for” he looks at me “ i shall teach you them” i nod eager to learn it makes him smile slightly which is unusual for him “ thank you my prince “ watching him as he walks over to the other side to look upon helaena.

He watches her face as she sleeps peacefully her hands gently placed on the bump he sees the babes moving as she rests “ she’s so strong” he smiles rubbing his hand over her cheek moving hair from her face “ so strong for putting up with you idiots” he adds “ oi I’m not an idiot” aegon glares sitting up Aemond ignores aegons argument“ is she healthy” i look at him and nod “ her and the babes are healthy she is eating well and when she is sick i make sure she keeps her sugar up with tea and honey as recommended by the queen” he nods at me “ good keep looking after her” he turns on his feet and walks out without another word.

“ he’s such a party pooper he doesn’t do anything, barely drinks, fucks or messes around what’s the point in life if you can’t mess around “ Aegon huffs getting pissed off at Aemonds life style. “ don’t be angry at him aegon he has his life you have yours” i kiss his cheek gently. He hooks his arm back around helaena holding her gently as I lay next to him resting my head on his chest slightly listening to his heart beat “ I know you love me” he smirks teasingly playing with my hair with his free hand “ I’ve never confirmed or denied that” I mumble quietly relaxing more against him a smile toying on my lips as I get comfortable against him.

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After a few months haelena has gone into labour and I’m not allowed in the room so I’m stood in the council room pacing I seem more stressed out than aegon “ y/n calm down “ he speaks softly “ I can’t why won’t they let me be with her to hold her hand” my breathing is heavy and stressed as I pace more. Aegon gets up and wraps his arms around me “ shhhh hels is strong she’ll be ok I promise you” he pulls me down to sit on his lap I rest my head in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent trying to calm myself.

He runs his hand up and down my thigh “ shhh sweet girl there’s no need to worry” he cuddles me cooing in my ear comfortingly. “ I’m sorry I don’t mean to be stressing but I’ve heard about bad experiences in child birth and I don’t want hels to be hurt” I keep close to him burying my head into his neck as I hear helaena screaming from their bed chambers I whine quietly tears welling In my eyes “ I don’t like it” I look at him “ she’s in pain” he holds me close “ shhh she’s ok sweetling she’s ok”.

A few hours pass and a midwife walks in “ prince aegon you have had twins” she has a smile on her face her uniform covered in blood I look at her the sight of it makes me nauseous “ twins” he smiles “ can we see her” he looks at the midwife “she is exhausted but you can see her” we both get up I hold his hand tightly as we walk In.

Helaena lays there pale with sweat glistening across her skin two babes laying feeding from her breasts I look at her a sigh of relief leaving my lips as I let go of aegons hand and rush to her bed side “ hels how are you” i look at her taking her hand in mine “ I do not know how to feel right now” she looks at me a confused expression on her face Aegon stares at the babes on her chest “ our beautiful children “ he watches them intensely pride filling his face “ you did so well my love “ he looks at her smiling “ so so well” I agree with him he kisses her head .

A few more hours pass and helaena is cuddling the babies feeling much better after having some time to rest “ have you got names for them “ I tilt my head looking at her “ Jaehaera and Jaehaerys” she smiles the same dreamy expression she usually has “ they are beautiful names” I smile sweetly wiping some sweat from her forehead Aegon cradles Jaehaerys in his arms looking at him lovingly “ they’re so small” he sounds so happy so proud.

Over the next few weeks Aegon is always checking in on the twins in the nursery as they lay in their cribs sleeping he often checks to see if they are breathing or if they are crying he rushes to their side. I stay with helaena helping her recover keeping her bathed and fed and well rested.

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A few weeks pass and I’m laying next to helaena asleep as she sits there reading aegon walks in “ ugh stupid mother did you know that our nephews and rhaenyra were coming within the next week” he is talking loudly a slight tone of displeasure in his voice “ aegon quieten down y/n isn’t feeling well and no I didn’t know that” helaena puts her book down on the bed side table looking at aegon .

“ gods what’s wrong with her is it contagious “ he looks concerned stepping back slightly “ she was saying about abdominal pains, head aches, dizziness and exhaustion I was looking them up in the book “ she points to it “ and what did your book say “ he looks at her wide eyed “ she is on the run up to blooming into a woman aegon these are the signs of starting her monthlies “ she looks at him smiling as he walks back over.

“ that’s something to celebrate she is finally a woman “ he smiles looking down at my peaceful form “she seems to be enjoying her sleep now though so I shall let her rest” he sits on the side of the bed just observing me with love in his eyes then he looks at helaena “ how are you doing “ he smiles softly at her “ i am fine still a little sore but fine the babes have been growing well and

Have remained healthy which is good and I am happy” she smiles looking at him “ we are all happy “ he looks at her resting his hand on her cheek stroking it gently.

“ we must prepare for the up coming week and to deal with their arrival “ helaena looks up at him sweetly “ i guess we should prepare our selves” he sighs leaning his head back letting out a grown “ but i tell you i do not want you or y/n leaving my side unless fully necessary “ he looks at her his tone sharper “ i can not promise that but i can say y/n won’t leave your side if you ask her” she looks at him making eye contact.

I start to stir in my sleep “ what is happening “ I grumble my voice full of sleep “ we are preparing ourselves for visitors within the next few weeks” his voice softens as he moves to me “ how are you feeling sweetling” he tucks his arms around me “ i feel a bit better my head no longer aches but I am in discomfort “ I shuffle into his embrace more as I move he sees a trail of blood behind me in the mattress “ y/n you’re in your womanhood now you’ve bloomed” helaena looks at me “ I shall teach you the ways to sort it properly “ she kisses the top of my head as i grumble slightly.

We get up and the lesson begins as soon as we’re in the wash room she teaches me how to keep the blood from making a mess how to keep clean and stop the pain I listen to her with my full attention. Taking every word in. “ how long will the bleeding last “ I look at him she takes my hand gently “ sometimes a week sometimes less it all depends on your flow but you’ll adjust to it” she smiles rubbing circles on the back of my hands “ do you have any other questions y/n” she looks at me I shake my head “ no I think you’ve said everything I need to know “ I smile sweetly at her.

We come back into the room and there are maids taking the bloodied bed sheet off and taking it away then getting a clean one they start putting it on the bed but I push past them “ no no no you’re doing it all wrong just get out I can do it “ they look at me giving me a dirty look as I take the sheets out thier hands and start to make the bed perfectly just the way both helaena and aegon like it the maids just stand there “ are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna go” I glare at them slightly getting pissed off at getting stared at.

They turn on their feet and leave as I finish of the bed by fluffing the pillows and folding the duvet in half neatly. “ you don’t have to make the bed y/n” Aegon looks at me his voice sweet “ they always do it wrong when I let them do it “ I whine slightly my attention focusing on the task at hand my mind never wandering till it’s done.

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A week passes and Im in the training yard with Aemond as he teaches me methods to protect myself and others in this moment we’re using wooden daggers so neither of us get hurt as Aemond doesn’t want to deal with the consequences of hurting me.

As we’re are fighting I’m in a focused determined mindset as I see a hint of distraction in his eye as his nephews run down the steps of the training yard I take the opportunity and trip him up pointing the dagger to his chest “ I win” I say a smile on my face as I giggle he hooks his leg around my other leg and pulls me down making me fall onto my back I giggle more “ that’s cheating Aemond I had you” he scoffs at me “ sure you did you tell yourself that” he smirks at me as he get back up and gives me a hand to pull me up.

We are both now on our feet and his focus is taken by his nephews “ are you here to train nephews” he eyes then up a smirk on his face “ no we’re just observing “ Luke says his voice quivering slightly, Jace looks at him and starts to laugh “ fighting girls are we uncle” Aemond glares at him “ she isn’t as easy to beat as you think nephews fight her and see” I smile at him a light flush rising to my cheeks taking his words as compliments “ no we don’t plan on fighting anyone today” his eyes moving from Aemond to me his eyes wavering down my figure making me feel slightly uncomfortable “ I’m gonna go find aegon, thank you for today’s training my prince” I smile up at him he rests his hand on my lower back “ your welcome” his expression more of a smile as I walk off to find aegon.

As I’m walking away from the training yard Jace is checking me out as I walk “ don’t let Aegon and helaena catch your eyes wavering on her” Aemond glares at him his voice bitter and cold “ they are quite protective of her “ his face turns into a twisted grin “I’m sure my eyes didn’t offend her, uncle” Jace smirks still eyeing me till I’m completely out of eye sight.

I walk into helaenas and aegons chambers aegon is sat at the table flicking through pages of a book and helaena is sat watching her caged crickets jump and chirp fascinated as I close the door behind me they both look up “ how was your training with Aemond?” Helaena smiles standing up to greet me “ it was good, I managed to pin him but then he tipped it saying I lost when I really didn’t “ I look at them giggling to myself “ your nephews are here by the way the joined us in the training yard” i see aegons face drop slightly. “ where are they now” helaena looks at me holding my hands gently in hers “ I left them with Aemond i told him I was gonna come here cause one of your nephews kept staring “ i look at aegon as he slams his hands on the table.

“ they are always trying to steal what is mine” booming with anger as he stands up and walks to me taking my head in his hands “did they touch you” I shake my head nuzzling into his hands slightly “ good” a smile coming back to his face as he rests his forehead head against mine. “ we must go greet them aegon it is polite “ helaena looks at him “ they can wait till the trial today I hear it’s about their legitimacy” he smiles pleased with the events to come.

“ for now we shall do whatever we want till midday” helaena smiles sweetly “ it is only early morning so we have plenty of time “ I squeeze their hands gently a gentle smile on my face helaena looks at aegon recognise the smug look on his face full of want as he stares at me

“ should I stay here or should I leave you and y/n to privacy” she giggles as i look at her confused “ stay I wish both of us to please her” aegon smirks as he pulls me into him kissing me passionately “ I shall take your maidenhead” i look at him blushing violently nodding slowly helaena looks at him “ do be gentle with her brother I shall ease her in for you “and smiles playfully as she kisses down my neck leaving light purple marks as I let small moans escape me.

As she trails kisses up my neck she swiftly unlaces my dress as it falls to the floor in a pool around my feet leaving me in my small clothes she walks me to the bed “ lay down”

She sounds as sweet as ever yet there is a sense of an order in her words so I do as I’m told and lay back in the bed she kisses down my chest taking one of my breasts into her mouth she sucks in my nipple swirling her tongue around it my head rolls back moaning more as she moves to the other giving it as much attention as the other.

Her hand slowly moved down my body tucking into my underwear as she rolls her fingers through my folds feeling my wetness she gasps a smile on her face “ so wet~” she teases slightly I moan loudly as she presses a finger inside aegon watches eagerly Cooing at me “ shhh sweet girl we don’t want to get in trouble do we” he moves towards the bed sitting above my head as he leans down to kiss me.

Helaena suddenly pulls my small clothes off leaving me fully exposed she smirks at me kissing down my torso till her head is in between my legs she keeps her fingers moving in and out of me at a faster pace now making needy breathless moans escape me she leans her face closer taking my clit into her mouth and starts sucking on It making me even louder than before as my legs wrap around her quivering slightly as she sucks and circles her tongue around my swollen bud.

I can hear aegon moaning as he watches helaena go down on me “ my good girls~” he moans watching her fingers disappear into me at a fast pace I look up at him my mouth ajar letting ungodly noise escape me as I pant desperately watching him fist his cock wanking himself at the same pace as helaenas fingers

I reach my hand up taking his cock in my hand I start to pump his cock “ aaa~ y/n” he moans watching my eyes flicker between both of them. my other hand is occupied on the back of helaenas head as I practically grind myself into her face and fingers moaning desperately as I tighten around her a large knots forming inside of me “ oh by the gods hels~ im gonna cum~” I moan out in between pants for air

As she starts moving faster her fingers pounding against the sensitive part inside me i move my hand faster wanking aegon at the same pace he watches as my eyes roll back into my head my moans become more high pitched as the knot snaps and I release over Helaenas fingers and tongue my body trembling and I keep moaning as she laps up my juices.

Aegon moves out of my hand as helaena gets up her face slick from my release aegon kisses her passionately tasting me on her tongue moaning dramatically into the kiss his solid cock twitching in anticipation.

As he pulls away from helaena he moves to the end of the bed pulling me towards where he stands as helaena moves to where he sat prior. I watch as he rubs his cock against my folds coating it with my wetness “ this may be painful at first but i promise it’ll get better “ he looks at me as he rubs the tip of his weeping cock over my sensitive clit making me moan. As he moves to my entrance and slowly pushes in I whine slightly as he stretches me out I grab helaenas hand in support as she whispers praise into my ear “ you’re doing so well sweet thing just a little bit more that’s it good girl ~” as soon as aegon is fully inside of me I feel full the stinging from being stretched slowly disappearing as he waits for me to adjust to his size.

As he feels me shift slightly he knows I’m ready and slowly starts to thrust his cock each time hitting the sensitive spot inside causing small moans to escape me as he moves his pubic bone causes friction on my clit “ aaaaa~ aegon please more~” I beg my voice needy and desperate as I moan.

He slowly starts to build up a speedier rougher pace practically pounding into me animalistic noises come from aegon as he growls and moans into my ear keeping up his pace.

I feel the same feeling from before the knot tying In my belly as he pounds deeper into me raising my hips to get a better angle he watches my face contorting in pleasure “ AEGON OH THANK THE GODS YOU FEEL SO GOOD ~” I scream out my walls tightening like a vice around him “ you gonna cum for me sweetling” he groans in my ear taking its lobe between his teeth biting it “ yeh I’m gonna cum~” I whine desperately as his hips start to stutter “ me too baby me too~ “ he groans pushing further into me as he feels my walls start to pulse around him “ that’s it darling cum for me~” he moans then moving his head to the crook of my neck biting down till his teeth draw blood as both of our orgasms clash together like tidal waves his seed spilling into me as I squirt onto his cock panting for air as aegon continues to thrust his seed deeper into me.

When he finishes he pulls out a smile on his face as he watches his cum ooze out of me he moves his head in between my legs and licking up the waisted cum a mixture of flavours of me and him on his tongue as he leans up and kisses me pushing his tongue into my mouth letting me taste his passion and love.

We all lay side by side on the bed I’m in the middle between both helaena and aegon my head resting on the pillow behind me as I rest my eyes a while feeling both of thier hands drawing patterns along my skin.

Aegon looks down at me a smile plastered on his face “ I am so lucky to have two beautiful women “ he looks up at helaena “ I love you both” she says her voice quiet and dreamy I hum in agreement being too fucked out and exhausted to manage a sentence or a word.

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A few hours pass and we are all getting ready for the trial. Helaena insists I wear one of her dresses one that would cover my neck and shoulders that are covered in hickeys and bite marks she helps me into the light mint green dress that has had a collar that gose upwards covering the back and side of my neck it also has sleeves that meet mid arm she laces it up at the back making it fit snug“ thank you hels” I look up at her kissing her gently it makes her smile “ it suits you “ Aegon speaks up he’s wearing his usual dark green close to black attire with gold embellishments in complete contrast to the light greens me and helaena wear. He walks over to us wrapping his arms around our waists “ beautiful” he smiles looking at our reflection in the mirror “I do wish you could show of your marks with pride “ he looks at me flipping the collar down to observe his and helaenas work “ aegon she can show them off later not now it’s most inappropriate “ helaena giggles at me as she flips the collar back up slapping his hand away.

We make our way to the throne room helaena holding my hand gently as Aegon walks ahead my legs are still slightly wobbly but I try my best to keep my composure as we walk in through the large wooden doors of the throne room.

We walk and stand by alicent and Aemond I stand behind helaena and next to Aemond he looks me up and down slightly a small smirk on his face “ you look rough it seems they have ripped you apart” he grumbles down to me making a blush rise to my cheek and a small smile crawl onto my lips as I look up at him “ you have no idea” my voice low to limit any one else hearing.

We stand there for while waiting to be joined by the others I reach forward taking aegons hand as his nephews and sister finally walk into the throne room they are the last to join I give it a gentle squeeze as jaecerys’ eyes are straight on me as they walk in.

Aegon turns to me slightly “ don’t look at him eyes on us “ he orders slightly his voice low as I nod making sure I focus on both him and helaena.

As the trial continues I’m so focused on my lovers that I do not hear the drama commencing infront of me until I hear vaemond shouting and my attention is pulled away from aegon and Helaena “ HER CHILDREN ARE BASTARDS and she is a whore” my eyes go wide at the sudden loud noise ripping through the throne room echoing through the halls I look up at the king who is sat on the throne frail and unwell “ i shall have your tongue for that” he glared down at vaemond then out of no where there’s a swift slash of a sword and vaemonds head falls off his shoulders and collapses onto the floor a puddle of blood leaking from him I stumble back slightly in complete horror bumping into Aemonds side, everyone is In shock Helaena ears covered and aegon staring alicent turns to check over her children she even looks over at me giving me a nod of assurance.

Suddenly the king starts groaning in pain falling back onto the throne as alicent rushes to his side “ call the maesters” her voice is panicked as she holds him in her arms begging him to take something for the pain as he is helped down the steps from the throne and out of the room.

I look around the room watching everyone as people start to leave except us and rhaenyras family. Aegon leans in to helaena “ are you ok” he murmurs to her just receiving a nod in response then turning to me still seeing the look of shock on my face and how I’m practically leaning on Aemond to keep myself up right. “ I’m ok” I murmur quietly not sounding 100% truthful. He walks to me and runs his hand over my back gently calming my anxiety then he pulls me into his chest letting me rest my head on him and making me feel safe.

Soon enough we are walking back to our chambers all bundled together Aemond following behind “ well I think they went well don’t you” he looks at Aegon holding off his laughter “ for them atleast” he groans rolling his eyes.

As we enter Aegon and helaenas room we are taken aback by jacerys who is sat in there at the table drinking from aegons wine from his cup I clutch onto the closest arm to me which seems to be Aemonds but he doesn’t seem to mind “ uncles, aunt “ he acknowledges with a small nod a smile playing on his lips “ and who is that I haven’t seen her before “ he looks past them looking at me his eyes boring into me “ do not look at her she’s not yours to look at” Aegon snaps his tongue lighting fires with his anger “ I do not see a ring on her finger and her hair is down and flowing meaning she is unmarried” he stands up glaring daggers back at Aegon.

Aegon storms to where Jace is sat he looks down on him his anger dripping off him “ do I have to repeat myself “ he glares eyes burning into him like a fire he emphasises his words “ she is not yours to look at” it make jacaerys laugh a bitter laugh that holds not a lot of kindness “ I can look at who ever I want uncle” his eyes breaking contact with him to look at me he sees me clinging to Aemonds arm. He pushes past Aegon and helaena and stops infront of me “ I do hope you’ll join us at dinner “ he smirks and walks out smuggly.

As soon as he’s gone I loosen my grip on Aemonds arm they all turn to look at me aegon looks enraged at Jace’s actions he rushes to me quickly unlaces my dress “ tonight at dinner you show off every mark we gave you and I mean every mark “ he growls pulling the dress off me I cover my nakedness with my arms trying to keep some modesty in front of Aemond he just walks to the table and sits down where Jace was previously sat.

“ Aegon I do not like being naked infront of prying eyes “ I look at him speaking through my teeth “ only one eye y/n and he doesn’t care” Aegon laughs wrapping his arm around my shoulder “ helaena choose out your most revealing dress for her to wear to dinner to night I want to shove it in that little cunts face who she belongs to” he smirks “ oh and make it green to show her loyalties” he adds watching helaena look through her wardrobe.

I stand there shivering slightly my skin starting to pebble at the cold air as I move closer to aegon for his warmth he scoops me up in his arms and walks me to the bed sitting me on his lap as he perches on the edge he buries his head into the crook of my neck working on creating more marks

“ your mother will kill me for this Aegon you know this” I look at him “ she will not care you are more like her child than us she cares for you too much to kill you the most she’ll do is stare daggers “ he mumbles into my neck.

I look up at helaena who pulls out a sea foam green dress that has a low neck line that would accentuate the breast short sleeves that rest on the lower shoulder a tight fitting corset and a skirt that flows to the floor “ how about this “ she calls out her eyes lightening up with lust and want at the thought of me in it it “ I can not imagine her in it try it on sweetness” Aegon smirks standing me back on my feet slapping my bare ass playfully making a small yelp escape my lips before pushing me slightly towards helaena.

She quickly helps me into the dress tightening the laces so tightly to the point my head spins slightly I look In the mirror at my reflection a small gasp escapes me as I stare at myself my breasts slightly overflowing out the top of the dress how the my waist is so tightly hitched in and how my hips roll outwards beautifully “ I look like a lady” I mumbled quietly under my breath it makes aegon smile “ because you are my love”

he walks over hooking his arm around my waist “ you are a thing of true beauty you should show it off “ he runs his fingers across my cheek and down my neck “ this shows everything off perfectly hels” he smiles at her “ you have great taste” it makes her giggle and kiss his cheek as she looks over me “ this is better than I imagined” she smirks biting her lip slightly “ I shall wear something similar so you do not feel alone do not worry “ she smiles pulling out a similar style dress that is a darker shade of green with a gold coin belt that wraps around the waist she quickly changed and stands next to me a beaming smile on her face “ what a pretty portrait we would make” she giggles sweetly as i rest my head on her shoulder “ i think you and aegon are missing something “ they look at me puzzled until i lift my lips to helaenas neck and suck a dark hickey onto her neck then do the same to aegon listening to them both whine and growl as i do so “ now everyone will know who I belong to”

i smile sweetly before sitting next to Aemond “ do not feel left out Aemond “ I take his hand in mine giggling as he swiftly pulls it away and moves his hand up to the strap of his eye patch fiddling with it uncomfortably “i am perfectly fine being left out of this thank you” he grumbles but I see the slight smirk twitch on to his lips.

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The evening rolls around quickly and we’re all making our way to the dining hall helaena and aegon each holding one of my hands smiles full of pride as they look over every mark on display across my neck and shoulders.

As the guards open the doors and we all enter alicent looks over me in horror then looks at both helaena and Aegon shaking her head before placing her head in her hands they all sit down and I’m left standing between them both Aegon looks at me “ sit darling no one is stopping you” he looks at me “ there’s no seat for me my prince” he pulls his chair out and pats his knee “ sit here for now or you can sit on the floor if you think it’s better “ I look at him and sit onto the floor kneeling looking up at both Aegon and helaena like a dog begging for food he looks down at me chuckling “ you’re so beautiful at this angle” he says running his hand through my hair before pushing my head to rest against his leg which I happily do.

Jace looks over aegon’s lap to look at me his eyes scanning every mark that is present on mr he leans back on his chair rolling his eyes “ seems she may just be a common whore then “ he looks at aegon a smug look on his face alicent glares across the table at him “ watch your tongue Jacerys I raised that girl “ he instantly bites his tongue going quiet “ that’s what I thought “ alicent says looking at aegon and helaena who both have smug looks of pride on their faces.

As the king is brought in everyone stands until he’s placed down on the floor i go back to my previous place resting my head on aegon’s lap as he runs his fingers through my hair gently as to not draw to much attention to him. As the diner goes on Jace keeps looking over at me watching every little movement I make helaena passed me a cup of wine off the table I sit up sipping on it before placing it on the floor next to me and resting my head back in its original place aegon looks at me and then at Jace “ why do you stare at her “ he looks at him his voice low “ she acts as if you own her as if she is a dog” jace scoffs “ she is no dog “ he glares at him “ she’s simply a woman who wants my love and attention so I give it to her in return of her love and loyalty” he glares at him as he rises to his feet moving to get the jug of wine to refill his cup I whine slightly at the loss of contact as I go to move to helaenas lap Jace walks over to her and offers a dance under the watchful eye of her father she can not refuse and cause a drama so she gets up and dances with Jace

I sit there on the floor cross legged now just waiting for either of them to return back to their chair I watch as helaena dances so beautifully and freely I can’t help but smile as I gulp down my drink. Aegon sits back down and I rest my head back on his lap he runs his hand through my hair he leans down to me “ this is starting to bore me” he whispers I giggles looking up at up at him “ are you jealous that hels to dance and you don’t” he looks at me laughing “ perhaps “ I rest my head on him giggling as I take a swig of the cup wine he had just refilled

“ do you want to go dance” he looks at me raising his eye brow “ only if you dance with me” he holds out his hand to me help my up I take it as we both stand joining helaena and Jace dancing Aegon is doing his best to out do jacerys spinning me around I look at helaena both of us smiling from ear to ear we swap partners and Aegon and helaena dance together happily I stay a slight distance from Jace dancing as best as I can.

Suddenly Aemond bangs on the table standing up the music stops we all turn to look at him “ a final tribute” a sadistic smile spreading across his face “ to my nephews Jace Luce and Joffrey all handsome brave strong” a small laugh escapes aegon “ I dear you to say that again “ he glares at Aemond stepping forward “ why do you not think your self as strong “ have plants a punch to Aemond jaw as Aemond turns back infazed he knocks him to the floor holding him down with his foot as Luce gets up to attack Aegon steps in grabbing him and planting him into the table both me and helaena stand at the side in shock holding each others hands as we watch the fight progress I become slightly amused watching it go down until alicent with the help of the guards separate the fight.

“ go to your bed chambers all of you” rhaenyra bosses looking over her sons then turning to Aemond and Aegon alicent gives a small nod “ go” she mumbles quietly they both leave Aemond barging into the side of daemon as he leaves. I look at helaena as she pulls on my hand and we follow after the boys.

Aegon and Aemond are sat out chambers as we walk in I sneak up behind Aegon wrapping my arms around his shoulders “ that was entertaining “ i giggle resting my head next to his “ I’m glad you enjoyed it “ he smirks looking at me pulling me round to sit on his lap making me squeal slightly helaena walks over sitting next to Aemond “ tonight was fun” she smiles looking at Aemond and Aegon “ I enjoyed the dancing” she looks off in a dais it makes me giggle even more “ I think you y/n have had to much wine” Aegon says peppering my cheeks with kisses “ no” I say smiling cheekily “ I can tell you’re all flushed and giggly” he smiles looking at Aemond “ just look at her you can tell can’t you brother” he looks at Aemond “ yeh I can you y/n are drunker than Aegon for once it feels like you’ve committed a crime” I laugh more leaning back on aegons lap till I’m basically hanging off him he holds me up with one of his arms positioned behind me back “I think after all that excitement we should rest” Aemond suggests standing up I look up at him “ noooo” I whine slightly “ I want us all to stay” I look up at him with big eyes “ please we could do a sleep over like what we did as we were children “ I say clapping my hands excitedly “ not tonight “ Aemond says in a stern tone “ maybe another night” he suggests I get up suddenly hugging him unexpectedly he stands there body stiff and uncomfortable as he pats my back a few times “ good night Aemond “ I look up at him “ love you” I slurr my words slightly as I yawn he smiles slightly “ night y/n I’ll see you in the morning “ he pats my head slightly as I let go “ aww isn’t that sweet brother she loves you “ aegon jests laughing uncontrollably “ I do I love all of you” I say stumbling my way to the bed falling down onto aegons pillow face first basically falling asleep straight away. “ good night brother “ helaena says smiling at Aemond as he leaves then both Aegon and her join me on the bed to sleep.

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When the sun starts to rise I wake up with a raging hang over I whine loudly pulling the covers over my head “fucking hell” I cry aegon wraps his arms around me “ aww sweet girl did you drink to much last night “ he coos holding me close “ I feel sick” I whine he laughs at me “ this is why you shouldn’t drink you really can’t handle your alcohol “ I sit up my head pounding “ where’s hels” I look at him squinting slightly “ she’s with the twins “ i nod yawning looking around the room I grab the empty jug of the bed side table and throw up into it he holds my hair out my face and rubs my back “ I’m sorry “ I mumble before throwing up again “ shhh it’s ok sweetling get it all out” he holds me close making sure I’m ok.

The door suddenly opens and Aemond walks in I look up at him looking rough with a slight green tinge across my skin he stops in his tracks “ god she looks rough” he looks at aegon “ mother needs you father has died” I look up at aegon he looks shocked “ his last request was for you to be king” Aegon gets up and grabs the cup off the table swigging the wine left in it from the night before “ no I do not want to I’m not fit for duty mother has stated it herself “ aemond looks at him “ brother you must do what is required of you” i stand up walking over to aegon “ you can do this aegon” i look at him smiling sweetly “ you’ll have us by your side “ i look at him then at Aemond as he moves closer to Aegon putting his hand on his back “ come brother” Aegon nods “ y/n stay here sweetling rest till you feel better” he kisses the top of my head “ love you” I say smiling as I lay back in the bed “ the coronation is at noon y/n make sure you’re there and presentable” Aemond looks down at me a stern look on his face “ yes sir” I say giving him a playful salute giggling he rolls his eye and turns out the room with Aegon.

A few hours pass and I’m waken by helaena kissing my cheek “ morning my sleepy little dove” she smiles “ tis time to get ready for the coronation now” she coos running her hand over my head “ I can see your worries hels” I look up at her “ I do this will be a curse to our family it will cause nothing but pain” she sits up letting her thoughts be known “ we will find away to get through the pain and find a shining light past it” I look up at her “ Aegon will be a good king hels” she nods

she sits still for a second “ are you feeling better” she looks at me wanting to change the subject I nod “ much better let us get ready now” I get up going to her wardrobe “ what shall we wear” I look at her a gentle smile on my face as she comes to join me looking through the dresses she picks us two matching silvery blue dresses with longs sleeves with a v neck and long sleeves it has a bronze belt along the waist as we both dress and I start to braid her hair neatly leaving my hair down and flowing “ are we ready “ I look at her sweetly she simply nods taking my hand in hers as we walk down the castle steps to get into the carriage that awaits us

We sit next to each other on the journey to the dragon pit and when we get there we walk to the front to meet Aemond who’s already stood there “ is this presentable for you sir” I jest doing a little twirl “ much better “ he smirks chuckling to himself “come y/n stand between us and behave” helaena says a small smirk playing on her lips “ i always behave for my favourite people hels you know that” I giggle standing between her and Aemond “ shush people are arriving” he looks at us before returning to his powerful stance as the small folk start making their way into the pit.

Finally as the hall is finally full with a line of guards down the centre of the isle we hear a trumpet announcing aegons arrival outside as the doors open and he slowly starts to walk down the centre the guard raising thier swords as he passes we all watch him as he slowly makes his way to the front alicent steps towards him placing a kiss on the crown of his head and ushers him forward and Otto gives him a nod instructing him to kneel which he obliged with slowing going down to his knees he looks over at me and Helaena I give him a small smile as he goes back to looking forward

Surly the man of the gods starts talking as he dose do he draws lines on his forehead with holy water “may the warrior give him courage may the smith led strength to his sword and shield may the father defend him in his need may the crone lift her shining lamp and light his way to wisdom” then the crown is placed in sir Criston’s hands “ the crown of the conqueror passed through generations” as the crown is lowered into aegons head I watch with wide eyes “Aegon Targaryen second of his name is the true heir to the iron throne” as aegon rises to his feet turning to face the small folk “ long live his grace king aegon Targaryen “ Criston declares receiving cheers from the small folk which brings a smile of pride to my face as he raises his sword to the sky out of victory and triumph.

My attention is taken away from him for a second as I watch the floor suddenly start to tremble then explode up into a cloud of dust and rubble as a monstrous beast climbs out of the pit bellow the screams of the small folk echoing through the hall. Aemond grabs the hilt of his sword protectively pushing me and helaena back behind him as the dragon comes crawling towards us growling as it crushes people bellow its feet alicent steps infront of aegon as rhaenys sits atop of meleys looking down at us a angered expression on her face as meleys opens her mouth rawing loudly we prepare for her to breath fire but she turns and flies off quickly.

I stare at the dragon as it leaves shaking I drop down to the floor holding my head in my hands Aemond turns to me blocking me from people’s view “ it’s ok y/n stand up” I shake my head breathing heavily trying to calm myself he kneels down to my level “ it’s ok we’re all safe” he looks at me helaena hugs me “ come sweetling let’s go back to the keep where we are safe then we must celebrate aegons new title” i try to stand back up my legs shaking slightly as I hold her hand gently “ ok” I look at aegon helaena whispers in my ear “ do you want to go to him” I nod “ go” she lets go of my hand smiling as I run to him hugging him he hugs me back holding me close to his chest running his hand over my hair that runs down my back “ shhhh we are safe” he coos quietly in my ear alicent turns to us “ we’re going back to the keep it is safer there” she states looking over all of us before we all quickly leave to the carriages to travel back to the keep.

When in the carriage I cuddle up to both helaena and aegon feeling safe with them both close to me “ do not get in that situation ever again” I look at the them “ I do not want to be scared of loosing you ever” he kisses me “ you will never loose us sweetling” he looks at me smiling down at me “ I love you both” I look at them and they both smile “ we love you too” they say together holding me closer.

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When we get back to the keep a celebration is being prepared in the hall with food drinks and music I look at aegon who smiles down at me “ only fruit juice for you “ he teases I giggles “ of course my king if you insist “ i playfully nudge him he bends down to my eye growling “ i like those words coming out of your mouth “ i grab the collar of his clothing and kiss him passionately biting his bottom lip roughly “ anything for my king” i say through heavy breaths at the words he moans chuckling to himself “ gods you drive me mad” helaena looks over the scene infront of her a small smirk on her face “ you two can’t keep your hands off each other sometimes “ she giggles aegon let’s go if me strutting over to helaena spinning her around and dipping her in his arms “ is my queen jealous” he coos against her lips.

“ you have time to fuck around later “ I turn around seeing Aemond stood there with a serious expression “ right now you must prepare yourself for the celebrations to come” he says a small smile on his face “ y/n you will be seated next to helaena who is in the centre of the table next to aegon “ he points to the two big gold chairs “ then in next to you mother next to Aegon me and so on” I nod “ you seem to know everything” I giggle “ your so clever” he smiles at me “ like I’ve said before to you flattery gets you no where with me” he pats my cheek gently before walking into the hall “ I’d get to your seats before it starts to get busy” we all nod rushing to our assigned seats.

As the celebration goes on I stay sat watching people dance drink and chat aegon drowns himself in wine as I rise from my seat and go to his side I feel alicents eyes burning into my back “ you shouldn’t drink anymore my king you’re past your limit “ I look at him with sweetness as he pulls me into his lap “ hush now let me have my fun” he chuckles holding me close “ you will regret it in the morning” helaena says picking at a small lemon cake in front of her “ let us focus on the present “ he slurs slightly taking a swig from his cup.

As the night comes to an end and many guests have left I’m still sat on aegon’s lap half asleep as I rest my head in the crook of his neck “ it is getting late aegon we should all go to bed” helaena rests her hand on his he looks at her a drunken smile plastered across his face as he rubs his other hand over my back “ wake up sweetling” he coos as I slowly open my eyes “ we’re going to our chambers now” I slowly move off his lap to stand up he holds me and helaena by the waist as he rises from his seat “ let us go to bed” he smiles as we begin to walk up to the bed chambers through the dimly lit corridors.

As we get into the chamber aegon starts to undo the laces on my dress instantly “ you both looked so beautiful tonight like two holy angels sent by the gods to stand by my side” he says a beaming smile on his face as my dress falls to the floor around my feet leaving me in my small clothes then doing the same to helaena he stands back getting a good look at us both “ even more beautiful now” he says biting his bottom lip.

I look at him smiling walking closer to him dropping to my knees infront of him untying his laces to his briefs as I look up at him with pure lust in my eyes “ she woke up In a good mood “ helaena giggles looking at me as I take the tip of aegon cock into my mouth rolling my tongue around it “ anything to pleasure my king” I smile before taking his length fully into my mouth sucking more running my tongue down his shaft as I listen to his moans I feel him grip the back of my head wrapping my hair around his fist controlling the pace that I bib my head up and down slowly taking more of him into my throat I lift my hand up cupping his balls gently looking up at him gagging slightly as my eyes well up with tear his moans and gasps giving me goosebumps as he lets out a low growl thrusting into mouth more as I gag more the vibrations from the guttural noises escaping me causing his cock to pulse and twitch in my throat as he slowly looses control “ you’re so beautiful “ he moans looking at me with pure pleasure spread across his face as he cums down my throat making me choke slightly as I swallow every drop he pulls me up panting to catch his breath as he pulls me into a sloppy kiss “ I love you” I bite his bottom lip playfully as he plants his lips back agaist

“ gods she’s a horny little thing right now” helaena says looking at me as I let go of aegon and turn to her I kiss her passionately letting my hands wander down her body I start kissing down her neck leaving dark marks her breath becoming heavy and small moans escaping her as I slip my hand into her small clothes starting to slide my fingers along her folds “ so wet~” I slip two fingers into her then using my thumb I rub her sensitive clit I move them at a fast pace moving them back and forth hitting the sensitive spots inside her as she moans loudly gripping onto my shoulder for support “ aaaaa~please ~” she gasps panting as I move my hand faster rubbing her pearl more I feel her legs begin to give way as she lets out a loud scream of pleasure releasing all over my fingers I pull them out and slowly lick her juices off my fingers as she watches me through her eyelashes panting to catch her breath.

Aegon smirks watching as I suck on my fingers “ good girl~” he coos as he walks to me kissing my neck my cheeks and then my lips passionately as he picks me up moving me to the bed laying me back as he takes my small clothes off using his teeth he comes back up holding the waistband of my underwear in his mouth as he tosses it to the side a devilish smile on his lips. Helaena sits at the seat next to the bed watching everything touching by herself.

I wrap my arms around his neck kissing his more “ I need you~” I whine out needing he chuckles. “ I know” he coos lining himself up to my entrance as he pushes in I let out a gasp tightening my grip around his neck digging my nails in slightly “ you’re so tight~” he groans slowly pushing more of his length into me till It hits the hilt he starts to slowly move building up to a fast and rough pace “ mmmmm~” I cling onto him moaning desperately into his ear as he takes me as he wants “ does this feel good y/n” he teases slightly as I struggle to get out words nodding for a few seconds “ y~yes my king~” I moan taking heavy breaths between words he pounds into me letting his head fall to the crook of my neck sucking dark red marks as he fucks into me I let out a long loud gasp as I wrap my legs around him letting him thrust deeper “ good girl~” he growls animalisticly biting down on my neck as I let out a shriek of pleasure as I feel the knot in my belly slowly tighten

“ FUCK~” I scream out gasping “ don’t stop please don’t stop~” I cry out as I see excitement rise into aegons eyes as he pushes into me harder and faster his breath comes out as rough as his pace as I tighten around him my moans coming out at a higher pitch “ that’s it good girl~ “ he moans as he thrusts into me slowly becoming a little sloppy as his release gets closer “ cum for me~” he looks at me panting as he thrusts desperately into me as a warmth rises into me and everything snaps I scream out breath heightened as my body quivers and shakes my legs slipping from around him he looks down at me watching my face twist with pleasure as he keeps moving fucking me through my high my walls clamping around him pulsing till he releases his seed deep into me growling loudly through gritted teeth as he collapses onto me both of us catching our breaths. I look up at helaena through my eyelashes a relaxed smile on my face as I see her release wash over her as our eyes connect her moans loud and passionate as she quivers from the strength of her high as her legs fall from the arms of the chair aegon rolls off me taking his space in the centre of the bed holding his arm out to helaena to take her space next to him as she joins us we both cuddle up to him comfortably as he kisses our heads “ love you” he grumbles quietly sleep washing over him “ love you too” we both say as we both stay close to him falling in to the urge of sleep.

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Three moons have passed since aegons coronation and I have been going through the early stages of pregnancy a small bump showing through my dress as I walk through the corridors to the small council room where Aegon has called for me I knock on the door standing there patiently as they slowly open everyone’s eyes turn to me “ sorry to interrupt your meeting “ I look at them as I look up at Aegon who has a large smile on his face “ nonsense I requested your presence “ he calls out as I walk round to him he wraps his arm around me pulling me into his lap placing his hand on my swollen belly. “ you look beautiful “ he looks at me smiling “ thank you” I rest my head back on his shoulder

Alicent looks at us sighing “ Aegon we are discussing some serious matters y/n is not a council member”she looks at him with a firm motherly look in her eye “ y/n is loyal and is my lover she can be here when I want her to be” he says glaring at her holding me closer to him he turns his attention back to me his voice becoming gentle again“ I wanted to inform you that Aemond is going away so won’t be present for your next lesson with him” I nod “ that is fine I hope he will be safe travelling” I smile sweetly “ I do wish you’d take a break from these lessons as you are carrying my child” he sighs a small glint of hope in his eyes “ Aemond is going easy on me my king he will continue to go easy till the child is born” I smile “ do not worry no harm will come to me” he kisses my cheek “ it better not” he smirks “ now go find hels” he helps me off his lap as I start to walk out the room the discussions start to go back to serious matters.

I find my way to the nursery where helaena is sat embroidering one of aegons garments as the twins sit playing together behind her I walk to her sitting next to her “ how are you my love “ she looks at me a smile on her face “ exhausted but ok” I rest my head on her shoulder as she sets her sewing down and brushes my hair out my face “ you are doing so well” she praises resting her hand on my bump “ we’re very proud of you” she smiles as the twins run to us “ y/n come play” jaehaera giggles tugging on my hand “ calm yourself Jaehaera you must be gentle with y/n she’s in a delicate state” helaena says in a gentle but motherly tone “ yes mama” she smiles letting go of my hand as I move over to where there toys are sprawled across the floor “ let’s play then sweetlings” I smiling as they join me picking up the small wooden dragons and people as I play along with them.

I sit playing with them for hours till I have jaehaerys laying resting his head on my lay sleeping and jeahaera cuddled up next to sleepily “ I think you should go down for a nap sweetling” I look at her smiling sweetly she nods with heavy eyes as she gets up going to her bed I pick jaehaerys up laying him in his bed tucking him in kissing his forehead then doing the same to Jaehaera I feel a hand hook around my hip I jump slightly turning around to see aegon smiling “ both you and hels are great mothers” he smiles holding me close “ say good night to the twins and then we can go for a walk” I look at him smiling as he bends down kissing the twins heads “ night sweetlings have good dreams” we turn and walk out together I look at sir Criston who’s stood outside the door “ listen into them sir Criston Jaehaera has told me the prince had been having nightmares” I look at him a hint of worry on my face “ I’ll keep them safe y/n it is part of my job to protect “ I nod before walking away with aegon.

We go out into the gardens walking around till we see helaena with some of the ladies from court sat together having tea and cakes “ I do not understand how you cope with that whore who steals your husbands attention my queen” one of the ladies says a bitter tone to her voice “ she is no whore and she doesn’t just steal my husbands attention but mine also so mind your tongue “ she snaps looking at the woman with anger in her eyes i smile slightly looking at helaena “ thank you hels but i do not need you to defend me” me and aegon sit next to her smiling “my lady do you think it is good to talk shit about the king and queens lover” I pause for a second “ no it is not good if you continue to talk bad about me I shall slit your throat with little to no consequence do you understand “ I look at the woman a stern and cruel as she nods slowly a tint of fear in her eyes “ good” I smile sweetly taking a cake off the table eating half of it I take the other half and bring it up to aegons mouth as he takes it in eating it a smirk on his face “ thank you my love” he says with a mouthful. Soon the ladies of court get up bowing thier heads “ thank you for having us” and rush off leaving us cuddled up together.

We stay sat out side for hours as aegon drinks his wine I lay back looking up at the sky as the sun sets and storm clouds begin to form “ I think we should go inside” helaena says looking over at us “ a storm is said to happen tonight “ I look back up to the sky “ I hope Aemond has landed safely at storms end and won’t get caught up in the bad weather” Aegon looks at me smiling “ you are so loving to all of us” he chuckles “ I’m sure him and vhagar are safe” he pulls me close kissing my cheek “ let’s go eat then to bed you must rest being a mother is hard work “ he says kissing the tip of my nose “ if that is what would please you then I shall do it” I sigh getting back up as we go back into the keep away from the wind as the rain starts to fall.

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A few days pass and the storm is still going on im sat by the window watching the night sky in my night gown as lightning strikes and I see the silhouette of vhagar in the sky “ Aegon hels dragon” I point up at it as they rush to me looking up at it “ come we’ll meet him at the door“ Aegon insists taking my hand in his as we rush through the corridors till we get to the front door I stand there close to Aegon shivering slightly in the cold he wraps his arms around me resting his hands on my bump holding me close to him as the doors burst open and a soaked Aemond walks through the door pacing back and forth “ he’s dead” he says his breathing fast and panicked as helaena grabs his hands pulling him from his frantic thoughts “ who’s dead” I say looking at him a look of worry on my face “ lucerys vhagar killed him and his dragon I did not want it to happen “ he says as tears glisten in his eyes “ calm down Aemond sit” helaena brings a chair to him “ tell us everything” Aegon insists looking at his younger brother.

We sit on the floor me on aegon’s lap as we listen to everything Aemond says as he pauses I see tears dripping down his face I get up and hug him “ I am so sorry Aemond” i whisper under my breath as I feel him wrap his arms around me In return I’m slightly shocked but keep holding him he goes back to explaining everything his words slightly muffled against my chest but they’re still heard.

“ this will cause problems with the fake queen” Aegon says looking at Aemond who just nods “ I know and I did not mean to cause this “ he says sniffling like a small child “ I am sorry Aegon” he says looking at him “ it’s alright brother do not panic we have protectors we have allies and I’m just glad you’re safe “ he says a small smile on his face “ we’re all glad your safe” I add looking down at Aemond who is still holding me in his embrace “ no matter what happens we must all stick together” Aegon says looking over his siblings and then looking at me “ if war is to happen because of this then we must win” his face full of ambition and pride “ we are the blood of the dragon we will win against the bastard queen and come out victorious”

aemond nods soon letting me go from his arms and rising from his seat “ I’m going to my chambers to get bathed and changed” he walks out with out another word Aegon looks at us “ I shall call a council meeting in the morrow for now we must relax” he gets up walking back to our room as we follow behind him to get to our room I sit on the edge of the bed “ I hope he’s ok” I look at them concern on my face “ he’ll be fine” Aegon assures me “ get some sleep sweetling we can talk more in the morning “ helaena runs her hand over my back I lay down on the bed “ ok but wake me if he needs anything “ I say looking at them “ please “ they both nod as I pull the covers over my head curling up letting sleep swallow me.

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I wake in the early morning to aegon and Aemond sat around the table talking to each other and helaena not present in the room I sit up slowly “ we did not wish to wake you my love so we left you to sleep” Aegon says looking over at me “ the babe seems to be growing by the day y/n motherhood suits you” Aemond says a small smile on his face “ thank you Aemond” I walk over to the table where they are sat “ the babe is lively today it seems” I say wincing at the moving bump as Aegon rests his hand on it gently “ they are a feisty little thing just like their mother” he coos looking up at me I sit on his knee sleepily resting my head on him “ go back to bed my love you are tired “ he looks at me sighing

“ I can not sleep when the babe is restless and it’s always restless when you’re not near” I whine quietly he sighs looking at me “ me and Aemond will be leaving to the council meeting soon” I shake my head burying myself into the crook of his neck “ I never thought I’d see the day that the strongest woman I’ve ever met is so timid” Aemond smirking as he teases me chuckling to himself “Aemond do not tease her she is growing your nephew” he says looking at him sternly “ or niece” I interrupt “ or both even you never know” haelena says walking into the room she runs her hand over my head “ come back to bed sweetling I’ll lay with you” she says sweetly as she helps me up and we go back to the bed I lay in her arms as aegon and Aemond leave for the meeting.

A few minutes pass and we hear shouting from the meeting room I sit up “ who is shouting” I look at helaena worried as we listen in we hear alicent sobbing and Otto shouting at Aemond “ HOW DARE YOU YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO TAKE HIS LIFE YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUVE CAUSED” he shouts I get up from the bed pushing through the doors to see the small council “ HE HAS PLENTY OF IDEAS WHAT HE HAS CAUSED SIR OTTO HIGHTOWER NOW PLEASE SHUT UP I AM TRYING TO REST AND CAN NOT FIND SLEEP WITH YOUR CUNTY WHINY VOICE ECHOING THROUGH THIS CASTLE ”

I glare at him as he seems shocked at how I spoke to him I look down at Aemond who has his head in his hands “ do not listen to him Aemond you are smart enough to understand that it was a mistake you know what it’ll cause and we are prepared for it” I rest my hand on his lowing them from his face “ now if no one else is going to stand up to this old man” I point at Otto “ then I shall stay here and do it myself” his shock turns to anger “ how dare you talk to me like that” he raises his hand as if to hit me but sir Criston steps in grabbing his wrist “ I’m under the order to protect the kings family and that includes y/n now if you proceeded to struck her you will loose a hand” he glares as a smile spreads across Aegons face as I take the seat at his side “ I am suddenly no longer tired” I sigh as he rests his hand on my thigh “ very well darling you shall stay here” he smiles more as Otto lowers his hand “ forgive me my king I forgot my place “ he sighs staring daggers at me “ do not forget it again” Aegon snaps looking at Otto I sit through the rest of the boring meeting resting my head on the back of the chair.

As the meeting ends I sit with Aegon as everyone leaves Aemond walks to us “ you did not need to protect me y/n I could have sort it myself “ I look up at him “ I’m sure you could have but I will not let some ancient git talk to you or anyone in the royal family like you’re nobody “ he smirks slightly resting his hand on mine“ thank you for being so protective “ he looks at me a look of pride on a face “ the blade you use in practice isn’t the sharpest weapon you possess “ he chuckles “ no my tongue is quite sharp too” I giggle as he stands back up “ I shall see you all later I’m going out” he walks to the door going to leave “ goodbye Aemond” I smile looking at him sweetly “ bye” he leaves through the door as I turn my attention back to aegon.

“ you’re lucky you have Cole to defend you or you could have been hit” he looks at me “ you could have been in a vast amount of trouble “ I sigh rolling my eyes “ I do not care if I get into trouble aegon it would not be the first time “ he grabs my chin “ hush I will not let you be locked in the dungeon like a criminal “ I giggle at him “ you forget how I ended up in this position aegon “ he kisses me with force trying to stop me from reminding him “ I know and I will not let it happen again, you have changed since then” he runs his fingers through my hair “ I was a child aegon, I am now a woman carrying your babe I may not be your wife but I am still loyal to you if you told me to be quiet when shouting at sir Otto I would have but you didn’t so I didn’t “ I say looking at him directly in the eyes as he pulls me close “ just be more careful my love I do not want you or our child hurt” I nod resting my head on him.

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A few months pass and I’m sat in a rocking chair in the nursing with the twins as they go over what they’ve learned in their lessons talking back and forth in high valerian I listen in curiously not knowing what they’re saying but I’m fascinated with how well they’re doing it.

Aemond walks in “Ao lanta issi doing sīr sȳrī rūsīr aōha lessons” (you two are doing so well with your lessons) he praises a smile on his face as they both look up at him “Yn ao gīmigon y/n doesn’t shifang eglie valerian don’t ao pendagon ziry’s unfair” (But you know y/n doesn’t understand high valerian don’t you think it’s unfair) he walks to me resting his hand on my shoulder “ we’re meant to be training y/n” he looks at me I shake my head taking a deep breath “ I have baby brain I’m so sorry I forgot “ I look up at him “ it’s ok i understand it’s hard work carrying a child” he rests his hand on the bump feeling as the babe kicks and moves

“ they recognise you” I smile up at him “ I bet they’ll love you when they’re born “ he smiles “ I shall train them as I’ve done for you” he strokes the bump gently.

I get up out of the chair “ shall we go train then or we can do a small round here” I look at him taking the emerald engraved handled dagger that I have strapped to my thigh “ y/n I’m not gonna fight you when your in such a delicate state” he looks down at me I point the blade at him “ please “ I look up at him with wide puppy eyes he pulls his dagger out “ a small fight but we’re not gonna go mad” he looks at me “ yes sir” we start to fight playing around as the twins sit watching as we go round in circles our daggers hitting each other making clanging noises i trip Aemond up knocking him to the floor I point my blade to his throat “ I win” I giggle as the twins clap.

I help him back up and we start again fighting for hours just for fun as he trips me up he catches me I with his other arm and points the blade at me to stop me from falling on the floor and getting hurt after we finish I sit back down on the rocking chair breathlessly “ thank you sir I had fun” I giggle looking at Aemond “ good now that’s enough for a while “ he sits next to me as he helps me strap my dagger back to my thigh before leaving.

I lay my head back on the rocking chair as I close my eyes to rest for a while when I wake it is night and both the twins are in bed helaena is stood behind me stroking my hair “ hels” I look up at her smiling “ hey beautiful “ she coos “ you must have drifted off after your play time with Aemond” she giggles “ it was very entertaining and I’m glad he still went through with it” I smile looking at the bump smiling to myself as she cuddles me.

As we watch over the twins as they sleep we hear footsteps going down the hall and a light from a torch I look to the door as I see a rugged man open it looking in he glares in with a cruel sadistic grin as he walks in “ who are you “ I look at him grasping the knife I hide under my dress “ I am non of your fucking business “ he grabs helaena holding a blade to her neck as another man walks into the room “ who the fuck is she” he grunts “ the queen the kings wife” the man responds “ does that look like a son” he glares angrily “ no but look” he nods towards the twins as helaena sobs

“ do not hurt them please “ she cries “ I have a necklace that’s of great value “ she takes it off passing it to one of the men I stand up “ please stop this” I look at them tears in my eyes as I put an innocent act on hiding the knife I have in my hand “ who the fuck is she” he snaps looking at me “ i don’t know the kings whore” he glares at me “ why dose it matter” the other man walks towards the twins and loos over them “ which one is a boy they look the same” he says looking at us “ the mother knows tell us or I’ll slit your throat “ he demands as helaena quivers in fear he lets go of helaena letting her point at jaehaerys

I knock the blade out the man’s hand and plunge my dagger into his neck as the other takes his chance to stab jaehaerys “ NO” I scream out charging at the man knocking him down as he pulls out his blade from the small boy and slashes at me trying to defend himself i slit his wrists enough to get him to be too weak to attack but to bleed out slowly i have cuts too down my arms and legs and a small slashes on my cheek but other than that i remain unharmed i rush to jaehaerys holding his bleeding wound in his side as he cries in pain “ its ok little one you’re ok” i put pressure on the wound “ hels take jaehara to your mother and get the maester” I look at her as she picks the girl up rushing out I keep my hold on jaeharys his blood coating my hand tears dripping down my face “ no no no it’s ok stay with me jaehaerys” I hold him close as his tiny body grows weaker in my arms I sob violently keeping him close to my warmth and in my embrace.

the kings guard rush into the room taking in the gruesome sight as the maester pushes through the crowd and goes to jaehaerys tending to the deep gash in his side “ poor boy has lost a lot of blood “ he says as I stroke the small boys head “ he will live won’t he maester” tears stain my face “ for now but he will be weak” he says looking at my bloodied state “ we must pray for him” I nod eagerly wanting to do anything to make the boy better once jaeherys is stitched up the maester turns his attention to my cuts stitching them up and then taking a second to check on the babe who is lively at this moment “ the babe is still well and your cuts will heal but they may scar” I nod looking at him “ thank you maester” tears still dripping down my face as I watch the man who is still alive with slit wrists get dragged off by the kings guard “ Aegon will have fun killing him” my tone is cold watching the man “ he deserves no mercy after what he has tried to do” I say sitting back next to jaehaerys taking my place with my hands clasped together as I take myself to pray.

A few minutes pass and Aegon pushes his way into the room staring at the scene “is he alive” he stutters out his hands shaking “ he is” I say my voice quiet “ but he is weak” Aegon collapses next to me running his hands over jaehaerys cheek “ my poor boy my baby boy “ he sobs holding him “ please get better sweetling sleep well” he kisses his forehead holding him close “ where is jaehara” he looks at me in panick “ with hels and your mother” I rest my head on him “ I’m so sorry I couldn’t stop him from hurting him” he pulls me into his arms “ it’s not your fault you did what you could” he coos against my head running his hands over the cuts on my body “ is the babe ok” he rests his hand on the bump “ they’re healthy” I reassure him looking up at him “ I left one of the men who did this alive for you to take your revenge “ I look at him he kisses my head again “ it can wait” he sighs holding me close to his chest until we are forced to leave the room by the maester.

We go to alicents chambers meeting heleana in there she’s sat in the floor cradling a sobbing jaehara “ is he ok” she sniffles looking up at us “ he is alive but needs rest” I assure her resting my hand on her shoulder she nods hugging me “ thank the gods you were there or he’d be dead and the men would have gotten away” she cries into me “ I’m so sorry you had to see it all hels” Aegon says kissing her forehead as he takes jaehara into his arms cuddling her alicent looks at me eyeing up the scars I’ve gained and the way I hold my bump running my hand over it “ you did so well y/n” she walks to me hugging me “ thank you for being the girl that walked through them doors all them years ago gods knows what a mess our family would be without you” she says holding me close “ I’m just doing my job” I say sitting down resting my feet we all end up staying in her room the rest of the night never really sleeping just talking and distracting from the constant fear that came from tonight’s events.

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As the sun starts to rise I get up and go straight back to jaehaerys’ bed side as I get to the door I can hear him crying “ don’t cry sweet boy” I walk in crouching beside him “ y/n please don’t let me die” I scoop him into my arms “ I shall never let death get his grubby hands on you sweetling do not worry” he snuggles into me as I cuddle him “ you’re such a brave boy” I kiss his forehead gently “ my bad dream came true” he looks up at me “ I dreamt that we’d be attacked and I ended up dead” he says tears welling in his eyes “ hush now child it’s ok I’ve got you “ I bush my fingers through his silver hair “ you’re looking stronger already “ I smile as aegon pushes into the room.

“ my boy” he smiles seeing jaehaerys awake “ papa” he says reaching out for him I pass him over into aegons arms as he cradles him he eyes up the bandages that cover his ribs that are soaked and needing changing “ y/n get the maesters or atleast some clean bandages” he looks at me and I nod walking past him kissing his cheek before I leave.

I go down to the maesters office knocking on the door as the doors open i call out “ maester jaeherys needs his bandages changed please come” I look at him with wide eyes as he stands collecting resources “ why do you care for the child so much you’re not his mother” he asks in a bitter tone “ I may not have birthed him but I have been there watching that child grow both in and out the womb he comes from the blood of my lovers and I will never let anything happen to such a kind creature” I look at him “ now are you gonna come help him or are you going to piss around for hours” he turns to me red face as he pushes past me and walks to the nursery with a bag full of resources.

I follow after him getting to the nursery to see the maester undoing the boys bandage the stitched up wound is bruised and looks painful but it is healing “ you’ve healed well jaehaerys there’s no sign of infection “ I smile as the boy looks up at me as the maester cleans the wound making him wince baring teeth I hold his little hand gently “ you’re doing so well” I whisper quietly as the maester finishes up and start to bandage it “ there all clean” he says standing up “ if he continues at this rate the boy will be fine” I smile “ thank you maester” he turns away to leave but then turns “ oh i need to tell you I was instructed last night to treat a man in the dungeons who had slit wrists by lord strong he said something about keeping him alive longer” my face turns cold “ he should have just left him to die slowly that man is the one who caused all this” Aegon comes up behind me holding me he covers my mouth with his hand “ thank you maester you may leave “ he insists holding me close resting his head atop of mine “ don’t stress my love it’ll let us have our fun later” he places a kiss on my head as I lean back on him “ fine “ I grumble slightly I look back down at jaehaerys who is laying down on the bed comfortable I get up and get his favourite dragon toy and bring it to him “ you’re a dragon jaehaerys you’re powerful and strong remember that” i kiss his forehead placing the toy in his hand before I leave.

I stand outside the door waiting for aegon I hear him talking to jaehaerys gently telling him how he’s doing so well and just needs to rest till he’s better before kissing his head and leaving him to rest I look at sir Criston who is stood with me looking into the room “ I thought it was your job to protect the kings family sir Criston “ I look at him tears present in my eyes “ where were you” i raise my voice slightly “ I was not on duty last night “ he says voice wavering slightly “ who was on duty” he looks down at me sadness in his eyes “ I do not know y/n but I will find out and they will be punished believe me” I nod bowing my head “ thank you sir Criston your loyalty will not be ignored believe me“ I go on my tiptoes kissing his cheek before Aegon walks out and takes my hand “ come y/n we have a rat to punish” I look at him smiling slightly “ will hels be joining us” he shakes his head “ she is not one for violence but she’ll understand why it was needed to happen” I rest my head on his shoulder as we walk off.

We go down into the murky dungeons where lord larys strong is stood by the steps he looks at me “ this is no place for a lady y/n especially one in such a delicate state” he says voice full of concern “ do not worry for me my lord I will be fine” I smile sweetly at him “ may we see the prisoner” Aegon says a cruel smile on his face “ if course your grace” he starts to walk towards one of the cells I look around remembering what it was like the first time I was in the keep I stare into the dark distance a small smile in my face Aegon rests his hand on my shoulder “‘are you alright my love” I look up at him “ im ok this place just holds some memories for me” he kisses my cheek holding me close “ what do you mean this place holds memories” larys raises an eyebrow looking down at me it gives me goosebumps as I look at him Aegon steps in looking at larys “ that’s not important to you now let’s get to the point of this trip” larys leads us to the furthest dungeon as he opens the door we both step inside the man is sat on the floor chained to the floor.

I look down at the man “ hello again” my voice cold making direct eye contact with the man as aegon steps behind me holding a mace “I was hired by daemon Targaryen he payed us half now half after the job was done” he blurts out quivering looking up at both me and Aegon I look back at Aegon “ who was the other man” he questions “ a rat catcher I don’t know his name but he’s gone now because of your lady friend “ he looks at be I give him a small smug smile “ what did you expect the man was holding a knife to my dear helaena I would not let anyone hurt her” I scoff looking down at the man as Aegon kisses my shoulder “ hush my love listen to what the cunt has to say” he whisper in my ear I can hear the anger in his voice as he listens to the gold cloak who’s cowering beneath us “ are you gonna hurt me” he speaks out his body trembling aegon crouches down in front of the man “ why wouldn’t we after what you’ve done” his voice is low and cold I look at Aegon with excitement as he rises back to his feet and swings the mace hitting him over and over again the man’s blood splattering over both of our clothes and the floor I watch wide eyed a smile etched onto my face as Aegon steps back I look up at him back at the man he’s not dead but is barely alive at this point “ he’s still breathing my love” Aegon runs his hand over the cuts on my cheek “your turn” he places the mace in my hands it’s very heavy and I struggle to lift it in one hand as I support my bump with the other but I lift it as much as I can before swinging it down hitting the man straight in the head then repeating it till the man is just a pile of bloodied bones and flesh on the floor no longer recognisable as a man.

I drop the mace to the floor rushing to the bucket in the corner throwing up suddenly “ fuck” I mutter aegon rushes to me running his hand up and down my back “ you did so well” he praises holding my hair out my face as I throw up more larys looks at the remains of the man “ you don’t seem to have a very strong stomach for someone who enjoys such activities” he turns to me and aegon “ I am fine I can deal with blood it’s just the babe making my stomach churn at such sights I will be fine” I sigh as we walk out the dungeons both of us covered in blood as we return to the main castle.

As we enter our chamber helaena is sat with jaehara on her lap as she reads to her she looks up at us a look of shock on her face as she sees the blood that is splattered against our clothes and skin “ run along jaehara go to your brother “ she says softly as she places her on the ground and stands up walking towards us “ what have you done “

She looks over us both a look of horror in her eyes “ we did what had to be done “ Aegon says kissing her cheek gently “ to protect our family” she nods “ I shall have the maids run you both a bath”

she says walking past us to the maids “ hels” I look at her “ do not be angry the man was better of dead anyway “ I say holding her hand in mine “ I understand but why did you have to do it this could have harmed you or the babe essentially after last nights events” she says voice upset as she pulls her hand away from me placing it on the bump “ we are both strong my love” I smile at her as she moves her hand to my cheeks she places a gentle kiss on my lips before going to get the maids.

“ she’s seems upset” i look up at aegon “ she is just worried about you” he cuddles me gently kissing my neck “she’ll get over it soon trust me” he rests his hands on the bump as he unlaces my dress from the front letting it slip from my body he moves us to look into the large mirror “ you’re so beautiful like this all bloody with a swollen belly “ he kisses my neck “not long now till you’ll bring our beautiful babe into the world” I smile looking up at him I go on my tiptoes kissing his jaw playfully “ I love you “ I mumble against his skin taking in his scent as he holds me close “ I love you more”.

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Months pass and I’m laying alone in our chambers aegon and Aemond are away at war helaena is at the sept with alicent when I feel my water break i stay on the bed taking deep breaths “ no no no not now please sweet child wait until they’re home please “ I hold the bump as I feel an agonising amount of discomfort i force myself to get up and waddle to the door where two kings guard are positioned “ I’m sorry to interrupt you sir reyne sir estermont but I believe i may be in labour” I look up at them “ when will aegon be back “ I look up them tears watering in my eyes “ I’m sorry my lady but he won’t be back for a few days“

I have an extreme pain shooting through me and I grab onto the guards arm for support “ no no no please not now” I sob “ why does this have to happen when no one is here “ the guard helps me back to the bed as the other goes to get the maester “ please don’t leave me sir martyn reyne “ I hold onto his arm tightly refusing to let go “ I can not stay while you’re giving birth my lady it would be inappropriate “ I sob shaking my head “ please sir do not leave i can not do this alone “ he looks down at me he strokes my hair out of my face “ I will not stay as a kings guard but as a friend to aegon” i look up at him “ thank you sir you’ll be rewarded for your kindness “ I say through deep breaths as the maester and midwives rush in crowding around me I cling onto sir martyn reyne’s arm tightly as they all fuss over me saying words I don’t understand shouting back and forth at each other.

Hours pass and the pain has just worsens and sir martyn reyne is still by my side as I am instructed to start pushing I lay back screaming as I push with my full strength “ your doing so well y/n” he says as I squeeze his hand as I push more sweat and tears dripping down my face as I push more suddenly the door opens and helaena pushes into the room “ thank you martyn reyne I shall take your place now I’m here” he nods and moves letting her take his place “ hels thank the gods” I sob as she holds my hand kissing my forehead “ I would never let you go through this alone my love” she holds me close as I push more screaming and whaling.

Hours pass and I throw my head back crying uncontrollably feeling so weak “ I can’t do it I can’t” she runs her hand through my hair “ you can do this y/n you’re stronger than any of us “ she says softly as a midwife looks at helaena “ we can see the head your grace she needs to keep pushing” I shake my head my body trembling with weakness “ not much more my love please “ I lay my head back on her as take a deep breath pushing more through gritted teeth I let out a agonising scream when finally I hear a baby crying I look down seeing a baby in the maesters arms

“ congratulations it’s a boy” he cuts the cord passing the babe into my arms I cradle her watching his tiny face twist as he cries i hold the babe close a few minutes pass as I feel a sudden pain shoot through me again and I scream out “ what’s happening is it the afterbirth ” helaena sits up looking at the midwife “ no your grace it appears lady y/n is having twins” I look in shock “ what no I can’t do it again” helaena wipes my tears “ you can do it my love “ she holds my hand as I go back to pushing I feel extremely ripping pains bellow as I sob pushing getting more and more exhausted an hour passes and the babe is finally out tiny and frail as it screams in the maesters arms “ a girl “ he smiles placing her in helaenas arms “ I did warn you that twins seem to run in the family” she looks at me as I sink into the bed giving into exhaustion.

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When I wake the sun is rising in the distance the babes have been placed in a small cot next to the bed as I sit up looking into it I smile at the sight of their tiny faces so relaxed and calm I gently run my hands over their delicate pale skin cooing quietly “ my sweet little ones” I smile as the boy grabs my finger holding it tightly “ such a strong lad” I giggle helaena walks behind me she wraps her arms around me “ they’re beautiful just like you” she kisses my cheek “ they have their fathers hair” I smile looking at them as they sleep “ have you heared anything from aegon “ I look back at her worrying “ nothing but we sent word of the babes birth he may return soon” I rest my head on her closing my eyes “ I shall wait for him to return to name them “ “ are you sure my love “she asks gently peppering kisses along my jaw as I nod.

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Days pass and I sit by the window watching the sky with my twins in my arms as I feed them from my own breast and spoil them as much as I can when I finally spot a dragon I stand up “ hels a dragon look a dragon” I get excited seeing a second following close behind “ they’re home hels home safe” tears swell in my eyes “ come on y/n let us meet them at the dragon pit” she walks to me resting her hand on my low back as if to lead me.

as we walk in to the dragon pit the babes start fussing as the air turns cold and dark I bounce them gently up and down shushing them finally I see sunfyre lowing into the pit and aegon hops off “ we heared the news and turned back as soon as we could” he rushes to us his armour slightly burnt and damaged but Aegon is completely unharmed “ thank the gods you’re ok” helaena wraps her arms around him as he hugs her back in his arms his eyes fall to the babes in my arms “ twins” he smiles “ I have not named them yet” I look at him sweetly as I walk closer to him

As Aemond makes his way into the pit he hears helaena announce “ a girl and a boy” heleana sounds proud looking across at me “ she did so well in the birth “ she smiles as Aegon takes the small boy into his arms “ that is good it shows how strong of a woman you are” Aemond says looking at the babes in our arms “ they shall grow to be as strong and powerful as you and my brother but they’ll also hold the beauty you possess “ he smiles at me as I bow my head slightly .

There’s a brief moment of silence that’s broken by the whines of the babe in aegons arms “ have you got any names” he looks at me “ we were talking I think haesella for the girl” I look at him smiling “ lovely name for a beautiful Targaryen girl” he says looking at the girl who sleeps peacefully in my arms “ I wanted you to name the boy” I say sweetly looking at aegons face light up “ mealor” he says cuddling the little boy in his arms pride on his face “ this is a great day full of victory and successes we should celebrate “ he kisses my cheek as we walk back to the keep for a night full of celebrations.

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youraverageaemondsimp · 2 years ago

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Embers of the past. // Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: ANGST, war, grief, loss, major character death(s), hurt/no comfort, tragedy + not proofread

WC: 1.1k

A/N: first time writing pure angst IDK 😭 I couldn't sleep and I wrote this short fic so uhm 😀

He reminisced about you quite often, about the moments you both spent together; in youth and in adulthood.

“Aemond?” You call out his name and he wakes up from his slumber, your face hovering over his as the sunlight scatters around your form because of the way you blocked it with your head.

“Y/N?” He groans, rubbing his eyes as he properly sat up, fully awake now, “Yes, It is me, The septa is looking for you at the request of Ser Criston Cole” You tell him, and he looks around, “You know how she is, He will say how un-princely it is to fall asleep under the godswood!” You pull him by his arm, rolling at the thought of the septa lecturing you both, and he gets up, before brushing off the dust from his clothes.

“Let us go now, otherwise You'll be late for your training.” You quickly urge him, dragging him along by the arm and he stumbles forwards but immediately picks up pace. “Will you be watching me train again today?” He asks and you nod eagerly, “I love seeing you train.” you reply, causing him to blush before locking your arm with his and moving to the training grounds.

He remembered how in his youth you used to stare at him in awe whenever he trained, that stare never changed, it felt as though you always saw a side of him that no one ever did, your eyes filled with pure admiration, solely for him alone.

He admired you as well.

His admiration grew with age, as you both grew up, it turned into an emotion that would soon engulf you both into pieces, burn you both alive in its flames of passion. Love.

He loved everything about you.

The way you spoke, the way your voice would become a pitch higher whenever you talk of your interests, the way your eyes would gleam with brightness as you stared at him, the way your face would brighten up when you would see him.

He adored you so much.

So why is that your eyes which once beamed so brightly seem soulless? Your face is void of any expression which was once always smiling, your body so cold to the touch, no longer providing the warmth he once basked in. Why?

His grip on your body tightened as he was lost in thought, “My prince…” Ser Criston's Cole’s voice was filled with nothing but pity, but why was it filled with pity anyway?

He remembers now.

You had died.

Taken away from him, a cruel punishment for his action of accidentally slaying his own nephew, his own kin. He couldn't save you in time as the men sent by Daemon Targaryen had arrived before he could even reach out.

He walked into a room where the floor was covered in blood, your body lying amidst it with your gown stained with your own vital fluid.

He thought he had lost a part of him even forever when he lost his eye, but the day he lost you was the day he lost himself.

He became a ghost of a person he was before, his mind filled with nothing but grief and sorrow, Did he truly deserve it? You had done nothing wrong to be the victim of such a crime, it should be him that should be dead because of his own actions, not you.

Yet the gods were cruel.

Aemond, turned mad, unable to deal with the grief that weighed upon him so heavily which he turned to endless training and bloodshed, venting his frustrations out in such a way.

Till he met Alys Rivers.

“I know of the troubles you suffer from my prince, I can help you.” She had told him the moment he met her, and he scoffed, almost chuckling at her stupidity, “I know the sorrows that weigh upon you, my prince, the way you dearly miss her.” It was what caught Aemond's attention, how did she know of you? The only ones that knew were the ones closest to him.

“I can help you avenge her, but…” Those first few words were enough for Aemond to agree with Alys, she need not say more, in return, he helped her live a secure life than before, providing protection to her while she exchanged the visions she used to see.

It was all what led to the moment.

Him facing off his uncle above the God's eye.

The dragons roared as the fight begin, attacking one another for few minutes, struggling to gain the upperhand until Vhagar caught Caraxes by the neck, causing the dragon to panic and yank Daemon off, but Daemon held on tightly, his plan changing, jumping off his dragon in a suicide-mission to deliver the final blow to Aemond.

Yet he failed and fell to his death.

Aemond thought he had won, and that he had finally avenged you.

But he plummeted from the skies, watching both the dragons fight above him, he was knocked off from his dragonback when Caraxes lunged at Vhagar in order to avenge his rider,

As Aemond descended through the air, he had remembered what Alys had said to him. “You will see her once again after defeating your uncle.”

He understood what it meant now.

He reminisced about everything, everything leading up to now, each and every moment he spent with you, suddenly he felt alive as each second passed on and time moved forwards, how ironic as he was falling to his death. Yet it did not feel that way to him, he did not feel the doom anyone would feel nearing their death, instead he felt more alive than he ever did in the days he spent living without you.

Even as the air felt like a million spikes being shoved into his body, he found peace in it, the way the harsh air penetrated through his clothes and hair felt anything but terrible, contrary to it, he oddly found solace.

The waters welcomed his body as though they were waiting for him, Aemond found it harder to breathe, yet he did not struggle; simply closing his eye and welcoming death, accepting his fate. He felt as if he was only mere moments away from you.

Maybe in death, he won't be separated from you.

Even in his final moments, his mind refused to wander off to anywhere but you.

As the life left his body, he had only one thing in his mind.

Your face that smiled ever so brightly and warmly at him, just as the way you used to.

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loveharlow · 1 year ago

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SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[8.2k] A trip to Charleston leads to a wild chase through Kooksville and an unexpected reunion that turns the pogues worlds upside down, amongst other heartbreaking events...

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death, mentions of firearms, unestablished relationship, poor communication, tw // jiara mentioned, mild angst

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IT WAS THE NEXT MORNING AND THE FOUR OF YOU WERE RIGHT BACK IN MR. SUNN’S CLASS. You had a permanent smile on your face from last night and something had shifted between you and JJ in the hours between then and now. While you were driving to school in the car you two had fixed up together, you’d made a joke about him being your passenger princess, the blonde laughing and then absentmindedly planting his hand on your thigh for the rest of the ride.

You were starting to feel like yourself after weeks of walking around like a ghost and you were holding out hope that after this was all over, once the cloud passed fully, that you could give JJ the answer he deserved.

Right now, you were muffling laughs as Mr. Sunn rambled about the current unit topic, you and JJ sending tiktoks back and forth, phones hidden under the desks.

“Mr.Sunn,” A man emerged in the open doorway, dressed down in a suit with an envelope between his fingers. Your laughter died as your attention went to him. “Can I borrow Mr. Heyward for a moment?”

The teacher looked dumbfounded between Pope and the man at the door, chalk clutched between his fingers. “Uh, we’re in the middle of a lesson.”

“My apologies, it won't be long. I’m from the Vanderhorst Foundation, Mr.Heyward was previously in the running for our scholarship.” He pressed once more, Mr.Sunn sighing and giving in, motioning for Pope to get up. Pope looked at the three of us before getting and leaving the room.

Your eyes met JJ’s across the room, both shrugging. Kiara was too engrossed with trying to peek out of the door from her seat. Even though the classroom was fairly quiet, it was still too far to hear any part of the conversation.

Maybe he was there to offer Pope another chance which would be, for one, great but also impeccably poor timing. You glanced up at your teacher as his attention turned back to the board, slouching in your chair and shooting a text in the group chat the four of you had.

You think they’re giving him his spot back?

Kie doubt it, the deadline’s more than dead :/

JJ maybe they still want him, pope’s a certified genius

Just then, Pope came power walking back into the classroom, turning a few heads as he did so. He practically fell into his seat, turning around to face you, JJ, and Kie, holding the envelope the man from the foundation had in his hand just minutes ago — flipping it to reveal the very same wheat symbol that was branded into the gold bars.

“What the fu-” JJ started, gaining the attention of Mr.Sunn who had very teacher like expression of warning, causing JJ to trip over his words. “Fu-fudge…” He cleaned up. The teacher gave him a look and turned back around in his chair.

“We’ll talk about it after class.” Pope whispered, nodding and turning around his seat.

THE FOUR OF YOU BOOKED IT TO THE LIBRARY AS SOON AS THE BELL RANG, the middle-aged hag of a librarian shushing you at the door. You found an empty table and crowded it as soon as possible, all ears waiting on Pope.

“That was the guy from the scholarship committee.” He started, putting the envelope in the middle of the table. “But that’s not all. Read it.” He urged, JJ being the first to swipe up the letter but he hesitated to read. You were sat next to him, the both of you across from Kie and Pope, so you leaned over his shoulder.

“What? What’s wrong?” You asked. JJ angled the paper in your direction, eyeing the two people in front of him nervously as you immediately spotted the problem — the letter was written in cursive. JJ couldn’t read cursive. “Oh, it’s fine, I got it.” You reassured, gently taking the letter from the blonde’s hands.

“What?” Kiara asked, brown eyes fleeting between the both of you. JJ shook his head, wiping his palms on the fabric of his cargo shorts.

“Nothin’. I just, I can’t read cursive.” He dismissed cooly but you could tell the subject made him slightly insecure. “What does it say?” He deflected, looking back at you.

You cleared your throat before reading, paper clutched between both of your hands. “Dear Mr.Heyward, I am reaching out because I may have material evidence that can exonerate John Booker Routledge…” You trailed off, shocked eyes meeting those around the table before you continued reading. “...It is of vital importance that you come and meet with me in person at my offices at twenty-seven King Street, Charleston at eight PM sharp, tonight. Please come alone…?” Your face twisted at that. No way in hell was that happening. “Regards, C.Limbrey.”

“Charleston?” JJ exclaimed incredulously, eyeing Pope’s endlessly pacing figure. “That’s like an eight-hour drive.”

“Plus, the ferry.” You added. “If you want any chance of getting there tonight we’d have to leave, like, right now.”

“I have a free period.” Kie shrugged, sighing. “I gotta tell my mom, though…”

“Alright but guys?” You piped up, meeting each of their eyes before continuing. “If we get it this time, there’s no way in hell we are giving it to Shoupe. It's gotta go to higher ups or some shit.”

“Agreed.” JJ nodded, standing from his seat and grabbing his backpack, you following his lead before Pope, who was crouched in front of the library computer, spoke up.

“I think whoever this Limbrey person is, they might be related to the captain of the Royal Merchant.” He told the three of you, JJ and you sharing a look before rounding the table to stand behind the boy at the computer, a webpage pulled up — a biography for ‘Captain Herman Limbrey’.

Well. Charleston it is, then.

“I AM SO SICK OF THIS SHIT!” Kiara’s mom’s voice traveled through the rolled down windows of Heyward’s truck. You, JJ, and Pope were sat with the music playing lowly as Kiara attempted to reason with her parents about where she was going.

The family of three was visible from the driveway, but you could no longer hear the conversation as their voices lowered.

“They’re takin’ it really well.” JJ quipped sarcastically. You were sat in the middle of the two boys, Heyward’s truck not having a backseat made this drive even more dreadful. “How’d you get this rig?” The blonde asked the boy in the driver’s seat, referring to his father’s truck. “I know your old man didn’t let you have it.”

Pope spoke absentmindedly, eyes too focused on the girl arguing with her parents some feet away. “I undid the intake valves on the carburetor, made it start pinging.”

JJ nodded his head in approval, shifting his weight in the seat. “Mm, and now you’re just gonna 'take it to your cousin Jeff’s house, just gonna get it fixed, and crash overnight’.” He suggested to which Pope agreed. “I think I’m rubbin’ off on you, Pope. Lyin’ to your old man, stealin’ his truck…”

You quickly nudged the blonde in his side, shooting him a look. He held his hands up in mock surrender and bowed his head. “Ma bad. Sore subject.”

Pope simply sighed, tipping the hat on his head. “I’d say we have about eighteen hours before my pops loses his shit. So long as we get it back before then, we should be good.” Just then, Kiara came storming in the direction of the vehicle, yelling at her parents over her shoulder.

“I’m not going to boarding school!” She shouted, JJ opening the door for the both of you to get out and allow her into the car but she paused in her tracks when her dad began shouting.

“Look at your life, right now! Look at your life!” Kiara looked around at the three of you and then back at her father, shrugging carelessly and not sparing a word. Pope then peeked his head out of the driver’s side window.

“I, um, I promise to have her back at a reasonable hour and safe.” He threw out, holding his hand up as if he was asking permission. Kiara looked at him, shaking her head.

“Kiara, listen to me,” Her mother started, not exactly yelling but her voice traveled clearly. “You wanna go? Then go. But if you don’t come back at the proper time, then don’t. Come back. At all!”

You turned to Kie from your place next to JJ. “Hey, don't even worry about it. It’s the same threat each time, you know they won’t go through with it.” You told her quietly, in hopes of not offending her parents but offering her some sort of comfort.

Kiara didn’t say a word as she ducked into the car, you piling in as JJ squished himself in next to you.

“This shit would be so much easier without parents...” She scoffed, throwing her bag down on the car floor as JJ shut the passenger side door.

You and him both shared a look, knowing Kie probably didn’t fully think about what she was saying or who was around. You both grimaced at one another before looking away.

“God, 's so hot in here.” She complained throwing her head back. “Remind me why we didn’t take your car again?” She directed the question at you. “I mean, isn’t it drive-able now? You and JJ spent like every day working on it…”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t have the willpower to make it to Charleston and back just yet.” You told her with a small shrug. The girl simply groaned, trying to adjust herself in between you and Pope so it wasn’t so tight.

“Okay, could you stop moving like that? It’s making it hard to drive.” Pope inquired, pulling out of her driveway and heading down the road.

“There’s no space dude, there’s twice as many people in here than this car was built for.”

“Okay, JJ and Y/N, can you guys lap up or something?” The suggestion almost made you cough. Sitting on JJ’s lap for the next few hours did not seem like a good idea, considering recent events.

“Why can’t she sit on my lap?” Kiara asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Because she’ll block the rearview.” Pope threw out, annoyance growing in his tone.

You looked to JJ for some kind of reassurance, he simply nodded and motioned his hands for you to come on. The car was still moving so you tried your best to be careful, the blonde spreading his legs to make a little more room for you to sit between them.

Once you had yourself settled, it was almost like JJ didn’t know where to put his hands. He had them planted on his on thighs beforehand so he accidentally laid a hand on your thigh before quickly removing it.

“My bad.” He muttered nervously. You could see his face faintly in the passenger side mirror.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind. I’m the one kind of in your space, right now.” You shrugged, trying your best to come off nonchalant, as if this whole scenario didn’t make your heart go crazy.

“You sure? I mean, I got pockets, I can just-”

“It’s cool, JJ.” You cut him off reassuringly, the blonde hesitating before letting his hand make home on your thigh. You didn’t know how to sit, if you should lean back on him, anything. But you figured if you made it awkward, it was going to be awkward. So you took a deep breath and simply leaned back into him, the boy making no protest about the movement.

The only thing you couldn’t ignore was the growing erection that was pressing against your leg, harder by the minute. Heyward’s truck was no smooth riding vehicle, so the ride was quite bumpy. You could still see JJ’s face in the passenger side mirror and he looked mortified.

Neither of you were stupid — if you could feel it, you knew he definitely could. And if he could feel it, he felt terrible knowing you could too.

“I’m so fucking sorry.” He muttered out, coming out more like a sigh as he ran a hand down his face. You shifted your eyes to the left to see Kie on her phone and Pope was too occupied with driving, probably deep in thought about how much trouble he was going to be in if his pops found out about all this.

“It’s-” You cleared your throat before speaking, shrugging one shoulder. “It’s fine. Shit happens.”

“Nah, it’s not.” He groaned. “I can try and move so you can sit more on the seat-”

You cut him off quickly. “We’ll be at the Ferry dock soon. Honestly, JJ. Don’t sweat it.” You said finally.

The action did make a small well of discomfort bubble in your stomach with your last sexual encounter being non consensual and traumatizing. Just because it was JJ didn't quell any of your anxiety but you were trying not to live life as a victim.

A few deep breaths and you were calming down.

You could understand his humiliation and had your relationship with him been in different place, maybe you two would have laughed it off. But with this newfound depth of your “friendship”, it had you both sitting in silence the rest of the ride.

“MY PARENTS ARE SO PARANOID ABOUT ME BEING A POGUE LIKE IT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN…” Kiara complained leaning against the passenger door of the truck. The four of you had it made it to the ferry just in time to catch the current ride. You and JJ, who was rolling a blunt, were sat in the back of the pick-up truck across from one another, Pope leaning on the side paying the three of you no mind. The awkwardness between you two had alleviated by the time you reached The Ferry, but the situation still lingered in your mind.

Seagulls squawked as the boat sailed the water, the sizable ship making its way slowly but surely.

“Hey, I hear they got good weed at boarding schools, though.” He replied optimistically. “Y’know, ‘cause all the rich kids got a shit ton of money to blow.”

Kie shrugged, dismissing the blonde’s hopeful piece of information. “I’m not going to boarding school.” She protested firmly. “If they want me to go, they’ll have to kidnap me. I don’t even know what their problem is. I mean, my dad was a pogue, you know that, obviously…” She trailed off, throwing an arm out in your direction. “They’re so hypocritical and overbearing. Why can’t my parents be more like yours?”

You couldn’t contain your expression of offense at Kiara’s words, the statement flowing so freely from her lips. So carelessly. “...You want a dead father and an underlying criminal mother who couldn’t give less of a shit about you?” The question was rhetorical but you wondered how she planned on explaining herself.

“Of course not, I didn’t mean it like that.” She cocked her head as if you were being unreasonable. “It’s just that, you can’t deny that this whole thing has been easier for you without parents watching your every move and breathing down your neck. That’s... all I was saying...”

You drew your lips into a thin line, arms crossing defensively. “Okay, well, my dad was murdered and my mother probably had something to do with it. Not to mention she tried to kill me, so not having two parents hasn't really been a choice for me, Kiara. But hey, ‘can’t deny that this whole thing has been easier’ for it, right?”

“I wasn’t saying-” She tried to defend with half a scowl on her face before Pope jumped in, JJ tapping your shoulder and offering you the blunt he’d been preparing. You took his from between his fingers, taking a long drag as Pope spoke.

“Okay, can we not argue? Please? I’m already mildly seasick enough as is.” He suggested, Kiara muttering a ‘fine’ under her breath as she adjusted her ponytail. “Kie, have you tried to hit JB back on that number?”

“Like, twenty-million times.” She groaned. “Some random lady at a hotel keeps picking up the phone.”

Pope sighed, shifting his weight. “Well, until they contact us again, we gotta keep trying to clear John B’s name. Right now? This letter is our best bet.” He concluded, rubbing his hands over his head. You turned slightly to be able to see him, offering the joint to the boy.

His eyes fleeted between Kie and the smoking object, contemplating. She simply crossed her legs and arms, offering the boy a mischievous smile. “What Pope are you gonna be today?” She asked.

He seemed to ponder for a few more moments before shaking his head, you retracting the blunt and passing it back to JJ as he spoke to Kiara. “I’m good, gotta stay focused.”

“I’ll take that.” JJ offered himself up, plucking the rolled object from your fingers with a smile.

Kiara simply nodded, her smile flattening out into a grimace. “Good Pope…” She said. “Boring Pope.” And you didn’t miss the way Pope’s face fell.

“I’VE READ THIS LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES AND IT STILL MAKES NO SENSE.” Kie explained from her place between Pope and JJ, you once again on the blonde’s lap as Pope cruised through Charleston. You’d gotten off the ferry a few hours ago, the sun now lower in the sky. “The Limbrey’s own like half of Charleston. What do some elite Kooks from Charleston known about a murder on Kildare?”

“I’m more concerned about why Pope specifically?” JJ questioned, eyes looking up at the driver.

“Yeah. ‘Please come alone’? That’s off-putting, to say the least.” You added, sitting almost slanted in JJ’s lap in order to lean on the door. You were both a little hazy from the weed so your nerves were a lot calmer.

“I had the same thought.” Pope chipped in. “I was thinking it’s probably because-” He cut himself off as a cloud of smoke erupted from the hood of his dad’s truck, blinding the road ahead. “Aw, shit, come on!”

“Pull over.” Kie demanded. “Jesus, that’s a lot of smoke. Even for your dad’s truck…” JJ began cough, you using your hand to cover his mouth as he rolled up the window. When he had it successfully rolled up, he gently removed your hand from his mouth.

“Pope, I got sensitive lungs, dude.” He coughed out. A filter of smoke filled the car, you trying to wave it from in front of your face as it made your eyes burn.

“I’m pulling over, okay?” Pope assured, but the car wasn’t slowing down. Pope swerved to the side but instead of pulling over, the car kept going off the curb until it was cruising through a patch of grass next to a quiet farm and you didn’t miss the rim that fell off of one wheel fly by the driver’s side window.

“Every time we let Pope drive, nothing goes right.” You muttered as the car came to an abrupt stop, the hood still smoking. You heard the engine die as Pope put both hands on top of his head.

“No, no, no…” He whined as he hopped out of the car, JJ following suit and helping you before jumping out himself.

“It’s gonna blow up.” Kie worried, crawling out of the passenger side herself.

“It’s not gonna blow up.” JJ told her, coughing one last time and rounding the hood as Pope attempted to fan the smoke away with his hat. “You most likely unhooked the radiator, Pope.” JJ suggested, eyeing the state of the vehicle. “Damn, you knocked the entire hubcap off.”

“Yeah, the Limbrey’s might have to take a rain check for tonight.” You added, scratching the back of your neck and eyeing Pope pitifully. The boy had a look on his face — somewhere between terror and disbelief.

“There’s still, uh, public transportation?” Kiara tried to reason, not seeming completely sure about the suggestion herself. You took it upon yourself to life the hood and examine the parts yourself, picking up a little bit about cars here and there from JJ.

“Yeah, it’s definitely the radiator…” You said aloud, sighing. Pope groaned loudly behind you.

“My dad’s gonna kill me!”

“No, he won't. I’m sure-” You were about to reassure the boy before you took one glance back at the car. The smoking, hubcap-less, mess of a car. “Okay, he might. He might…”

“Look, Pope, buddy, I’m sure there’s somethin’ we can do, right?” JJ offered, putting a hand on the solemn boy’s shoulder. You took the time to pull out your phone, you didn’t have many bars out here but enough to open up the ‘Maps’ app on your phone.

“There’s a mechanic garage about fifteen miles south of here.” You announced, looking out at your three friends. “Think your dad’s truck can make it fifteen more miles?”

THE SUN HAD COMPLETELY SET BY THE TIME THE FOUR OF YOU MADE IT TO THE GARAGE. What should’ve been a mere thirty-minute car ride took nearly an hour, Pope being too afraid to drive more than twenty miles an hour and making a pit stop to check under the hood again.

The boy in question was inside, negotiating with the owner of the shop. It was some place called Archie’s Auto Repairs, right next to a gas station and rest stop. You figured you were killing about three birds with one stone – car repair, refuel, and food.

JJ and Kiara were waiting in the truck while Pope spoke to the man in charge and you went inside to relieve yourself and get snacks. You were in the gas station bathroom, finishing up with washing your hands when you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Surprisingly, you didn’t look like complete shit. Your hair was a bit frizzy and you look tired but you looked better than you had in the last month. You felt better than you had in the last month. Ever since that text from John B came through, it felt like everything was returning back to it’s normal state, like your life had hit the refresh button.

And maybe after everything settles and John B is cleared, things could be different but in a good way. This new life you were building, with JJ and Marley, it was starting to make you envision you had never really seen before. A life with JJ as something more than a best friend. You’d thought about him like that a few times throughout your friendship but it was JJ. You needed him and you didn’t want to ruin something so special because you had an on and off crush. But this one stuck. Maybe it was the kiss, or the almost sleeping together, you didn’t know. But something in your head was screaming at you to give it a shot. Something inside of you was reaching for him, calling out for him.

So maybe, once everything was okay again, you could figure that out.

Leaving the restroom, you cruised down the aisles of the shops — candy bars, chip bags, and sugary drinks, the whole selection look appetizing when you hadn’t eaten in over five hours. You grabbed four sodas and two family sized bags of chips and took them up to the register, the older, gross looking man eyeing you up and down as he scanned your items.

“That’ll be nineteen sixty-eight.” He slurred, bagging your goods as you fished for the twenty in your back pocket. “You’re a pretty little thang, aren’t ya? How old are ya, darlin’?” He asked, leaning his arms on the cashier’s counter, bumping the register. You cringed, sliding the bill across the surface.

“Not old enough.” You sassed, snatching the bag from the counter and leaving out the door, the bell ringing above you as you left. “Perv.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as your rounded the corner of the shop to see the truck come into view.

Just as quickly as you rounded the corner, you hid behind it. Your heart had stopped for a moment as your registered exactly what it was you had just seen. Biting your bottom lip, you slowly peeked your head around the corner to find that your eyes had in fact not deceived you — Kiara and JJ were kissing in the trunk of Heyward’s pick-up. She had both of her hands on his cheeks, pulling his face into hers as his own gripped the side of the truck for stability.

You immediately tore your eyes away when they pulled apart, hiding behind the wall once more. You couldn’t hear them. Maybe you were grateful for that. You were torn between wanting to cry and wanting lash out on them both. But maybe you had no right, maybe you were the fool in this situation.

It was JJ. JJ Maybank. Half of the female pogue population could probably describe in detail what was hidden beneath his pants. And Kiara? Well, who would turn her down? But she was supposed to be “with” Pope and JJ was giving you all types of green lights. But maybe you were blind and couldn’t see them for the red flags that they clearly were.

But you refused to cry. But that didn’t mean you weren’t pissed. You felt a bit played, in all honesty. And by JJ of all people. And how could Kie do that to Pope when he’s less than ten feet away? They weren’t together or anything, sure. But rules of friendship and respect just seemed so thrown out of the window in the past sixty seconds.

So, shaking it off, you rounded the corner with the bag in hand. JJ was scratching the top of his head while Kie fiddled with her fingers in her lap before his eyes found you, immediately perking up.

“And the potty princess returns!” He threw his hands up in celebration. “Ooh, did she bring snacks? What’s in the bag?” He asked, coming closer. When he reached you, you pressed the bag into his chest, attempting to keep him at a distance. Letting him have the bag and not even sparing the two another glance, you hopped into the passenger side of the vehicle, absentmindedly slamming the door shut in your silent rage. You hadn’t realized that one of your hands was balled into a tight fist. Loosing your hand, you left crescent-shaped marks in your palm.

You didn’t know how you felt or what you wanted to do about. So you just sat there, listening to the night air, the crickets, the cars that passed by. You felt like JJ had just stomped on your heart and you weren’t even sure if you could be mad at him for it. But you should’ve known.

You’re a pogue. There’s always a calm before the storm. Nothing good comes without something bad.

A COUPLE HOURS HAD PASSED. Pope had found an empty field to park the truck in — shaded by a large, thriving willow tree. None of you really had enough money for a hotel and the money spent on one would be a waste, anyway.

Surprisingly, there was no night chill in Charleston. The four of you opted to sleep in the trunk of the pick-up, using your jackets and flannels as blankets for comfort. You hadn’t spoken since witnessing what happened at the garage, even Pope was taking weird glances at you the entire ride.

At this moment, Pope was knocked out, Kiara right behind him. You felt a snarl of disgust edge your way onto your face when she leaned over to peck the curly-haired boy on his cheek before closing her own eyes and drifting off. What was she doing?

A part of you was angry that she and JJ kissed, of course. JJ had led you on with this ruse of giving yourselves time to figure out what was going between you two — whether is was grief-driven or genuine. And Kiara had been playing tug-o-war with Pope’s feelings for weeks, months almost, and the moment he has his back turned, she locks lips with his best friend.

As a friend group, you all had your moments. But you never went behind each other’s backs. Especially never like this.

So, you slept alone. As alone as you could, anyway. You were curled up in the farthest place in the trunk from the other three, closest to the front of the vehicle itself. The pit in your stomach was finally starting to settle as the beginning of sleep started to overtake you when a warm hand curled itself around your shoulder, startling you.

Your eyes shot open as you whipped your head to the side to find JJ’s face hovering over yours.

“Jesus.” You whisper-yelled, rolling your eyes before looking at the blonde once more. “What do you want?”

At your standoffish tone of voice and straight to the point question, the boy drew his lips into a thin line, letting his hand slide from your shoulder. “Okay, someone’s grumpy.” He tried to joke, a lazy smile on his face.

You stared blankly at him for a few beats, blinking. “Goodnight, JJ-”

“Okay, sorry sorry…” He protested quickly, looking behind him to make sure he didn’t wake the other two when the volume and pitch of his voice raised before looking back at you. You shifted to lay flat on your back, staring up at JJ as he stared down at you, leaning his weight on one of his arms. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been actin’ weird since we left that sketchy ass gas station.”

You simply cocked your head. “What’s wrong with me?” You whispered in response, an air of frustration surrounding your voice. “What’s wrong with you?”

He reeled his neck back at your reversal, his face twisting in confusion. “Wh-Nothing’s wrong with me. You basically threw a bag full of snacks at me and jumped into the truck. Did I say something? Was it the potty princess thing ‘cause you know I was just messin’ around.” He guessed, taking your lack of reaction and response as a sign that maybe that wasn’t the problem. “Did I do somethin’?”

“I don’t know, JJ. You tell me.” You pressed, eyes never leaving his own. He genuinely seemed to rake his brain for answers before settling on one that made your blood boil.

“No, I don’t think I did.” The statement sounded more like a question when it tumbled from his lips. You couldn’t do anything but scoff and roll your eyes, prompting the blonde to try and clean up his answer. “Yes? I don’t know what you want me to say here-”

“Nothing.” You snapped. You were so hurt and angry that you could feel your eyes twitching as you looked at him. “I don’t want you to say anything else to me.” You warned, shifting to turn on your side and effectively away from him. “Ever again.”

“...C’mon, Y/N. Are you just fuckin’ with me or somethin’?” When you didn’t reply, he put a hand on your shoulder, attempting to pull you over to face him. You just shook him off. “Can you tell me what I did?”

The sadness in his voice almost made all the anger fall from your bones but you couldn’t allow yourself to be the weak and vulnerable. Especially not for him. Not anymore.

“No. Now, leave me alone.” You mumbled, shifting to get comfortable for the last time, hearing him sigh and lay down himself behind you. You felt one single tear fall across the bridge of your nose before you closed your eyes. Maybe it was a misunderstanding or something, but your brain couldn’t come up with any explanation of excuse that could explain what you saw. You wanted to talk about it but then again you didn’t. But you knew eventually you’d have to, tonight just wasn’t that night. In a million years, you never thought you’d feel this way because of your best friend.

For the first time in your entire life, you didn’t trust JJ.

“THEY’VE RUN CHARLESTON FOR, LIKE, THREE-THOUSAND YEARS.” Pope explained as the truck pulled to a stop in front of a large, three-story, gated property. It was the next morning and the sun had quite literally just set in the sky. Pope had woken the three of you up at the very first crack of dawn so you could make it there ‘on time’. You’d tried to remind him that ‘on time’ would’ve been last night, but you let him hang on to hope.

It didn’t help that the truck was significantly more crowded. You weren’t eager to sit on JJ’s lap this time around and surprisingly, Kiara wasn’t eager to take your place. Thankfully, the house was only a couple hours from where you slept.

“These Kooks make our Kooks look like Pogues.” JJ proclaimed, staring out of the window and up at the large, standing building. “You sure this is the place, Pope?” He asked, in awe of the property.

“Pretty sure.” The boy sighed, opening the driver’s side door and exiting, JJ following right after as you and Kie exited the vehicle as well, closing the doors behind them. The four you walked up the black, wrought iron fence. Pope held the note in his hands, reading off the address in confirmation.

“Talk about home security…” JJ trailed off, looking at the rather sizeable, sharp points at the top of the fence.

“Are those spikes to keep people out?” Kiara inquired.

Taking a good look at the property through the bars, you noticed a couple of things. You shook your head, a look of disappointment on your face. “No.” You spoke for the first time in hours, the three of them turning to you as you pointed to a section of the yard. “The slave quarters are over there.” You explained, looking at the three of them. “The spikes were to keep people in.” Was the last thing you said before heading up the steps to the front door, the three of them following behind you.

You let Pope take the reigns when you reached the door, him knocking three times on the structure before you heard heavy footsteps coming towards it from the other side. Despite the footsteps, almost a whole minute went by before anything happened.

Pope, nervous and jittery, went to knock again — getting two good ones in before someone opened the door. A middle-aged white man with small, beady eyes and short light brown hair. The expression on his face didn’t look like one of someone who was expecting guests.

Leaning against the door frame, he eyed the four you individually before settling on Pope, an odd smile growing on his features as he pointed at you friend. “You must be Pope.” He said almost excitedly, crossing his arms. Pope stumbled for a response. “Ms. Limbrey was expecting you yesterday.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. My car…broke down on the way up here.” Pope explained, trying to mask his uneasiness.

“Carburetor blew up in the middle of Nowheresville.” JJ voiced from behind Pope. He didn’t look nervous at all, he looked ready for anything. “Sorry ‘bout that.” He said, little emotion to his voice despite the apology.

“Yeah, she was, uh, real upset when you didn’t show up.” The man told Pope, a southern twang to his voice, almost as strong as Shoupe’s.

“We tried to call but there’s no number on the invitation.” Kiara piped up smally, looking at the invitation as she spoke. “We got here as fast as we could…”

“She also expected you to come alone.” The male said, eyeing you, Kiara, and JJ as he said it.

“Well, he didn’t, so…” You added in, crossing your arms and eyeing the man up and down. “Where’s the ‘she’ with all these demands anyway?”

Pope edged in front of you when the man took a threatening step forward, JJ also shuffling forwards. “Look, these are my friends. They helped find the Royal Merchant, too-”

“The instructions were explicit.” He cut Pope off mid-sentence, eyes boring into yours as he leaned forward, his voice lowering to a condescending whisper. “Your friends…can stay outside.” He reprimanded, straightening out and turning back to Pope.

“We’re kind of a package deal, man.” JJ turned his nose up at the man standing between the four of you and the inside of the house.

Pope turned to the blonde. “JJ, it’s okay. I got this.” He assured, sending a small nod his way. JJ took his words at face value, sending a nod in return and taking a step back.

“We’ll be right here…” Kiara trailed off in support, sliding a gentle hand down the length of Pope’s arm. You simply rolled your eyes, something JJ didn’t fail to notice.

“We’ll keep the car running…” You warned, eyes never leaving the suspicious man in the doorframe.

“Well, c’mon now. Ms.Limbrey can’t wait to see you.” He said, stepping aside to allow a weary Pope into the mansion. The boy in question entered the home, not without a glance back at the three of you out on the front step, the door closing menacingly slow behind him.

“Fucking creep.” You scoffed, turning and heading down the steps swiftly.

“Hey, where are you going?” Kiara asked, running after you, watching as you walked the length of the wrought iron fence, examining the spikes.

“What does it look like? I’m gonna find a way into this…house of horrors.” You mumbled, shaking each of the poles for a weak spot, failing to find one. You resorted to attempting to climb the fence but didn’t even manage to get both feet up onto the structure at once.

“And do what exactly? What if you trespass and ruin all our chances at clearing John B’s name?” The girl asked, her face twisting in annoyance as you sighed and hopped down off the fence, turning to face her. Shifting your weight, you shoved your hands into your back pockets before speaking.

“Oh, like you did when you made Pope drop the camera?.” You shrugged, jutting out your bottom lip. “Y’know, the one that had the video of Ward killing someone-”

“That wasn’t even my fault!” She defended.

“I think we all collectively agreed that it was…” You argued nonchalantly, shooting the girl a grimace before walking off in the direction of the parked truck that JJ was leaning against, watching the entire interaction occur.

Before you’d turned away you could’ve swore Kiara opened her mouth to reply, but one warning head shake from JJ and her lips were sealing themselves shut. You were about to open the passenger door when JJ’s hand gripped your upper arm, the blonde staring out in front of him with a stoic yet pointed look on his face.

“Can you let go of me-”

“Does that look voluntary?” He asked, tone deep. You followed his unwavering gaze to find a blonde woman and the man who opened the door leading Pope further into the yard behind the gate. Pope was looking back pitifully at the three of you as the man pushed him forward and the woman, a cane by her side and a limp in her walk, led them both further into the greenery.

“Not at all.” You practically whispered back, attempting to take a step forward when JJ tightened his grip.

“Hold on, hold on.” You turned to him an impatient and questioning look on your face, throwing a hand out as a way to ask ‘what?’. “They’re goin’ around the back alley.” He said hurriedly, rounding the driver’s side of the truck as you hopped in the passenger side, Kie piling in beside you. “We’ll meet ‘em on the other side.”

JJ started the car, driving it slowly in order to draw too much suspicion — with the Limbreys or surrounding neighbors. You could almost hear all three of your hearts beating in panicked unison with every turn made. You didn’t know what these people wanted with Pope, but if they didn’t drop this whole super secret act, they wouldn’t be getting anything.

Driving and driving, and still no Pope. JJ eyes were focused ahead as you and Kiara looked to the sides of the road for any sign of him. “Where did they go?” Kie asked, peering out of the window. She sounded sad. The trio of you continued driving around, Pope nowhere in sight. You were starting to get worried, extremely worried.

If the Limbreys were like the Camerons of Charleston, there was no telling what they could be doing with your friend right now.

“Okay, stop the car.” You said, putting your hands on the dashboard.

“What?” JJ asked, although he slowed the vehicle down, bringing it to a stop on the side of the road. You reached over key and threw the passenger door open before climbing over the girl. “Where the hell are you going-”

“Ouch, that’s my- Ow!” Kie shouted.

You threw yourself out of the vehicle before standing up and dusting yourself off, looking side to side before deciding to go back in the direction the alley was in. Even if you didn’t see Pope, there was a way in and there was no way in hell you weren’t taking it.

You set off quickly in the direction of the alley, Kiara and JJ calling out for you before two pairs of footsteps were trailing behind you. You passed a few people on the sidewalk, unintentionally shoulder-checking them in your haste.

“Watch it!”

“Hey! Rude…”

Reaching the alley, you made a sharp turn into the greenery. You could hear grunts and groans that stopped you in your tracks — you were no stranger to the sounds of violence. Your power walk turned into a sprint, pushing leaves and branches out of your path before reaching Pope, who was beating on the creep who opened the door.

He had him pinned down to the concrete, both of them reaching for what seemed to be a taser. Your eyes fleeted between the two brawling guys and the weapon before you decided to kick the object behind you in the direction of Kiara and JJ.

Pope delivered one last blow to the man’s face before getting up. “C’mon.” You demanded, being the first to run away, back in the direction of the truck. The four of you took the short way — hopping over a cement wall that guarded a small portion of the yard.

The car was a few feet away since you ditched the scenic route, the four of you wasting no time in jumping in. JJ in the driver’s seat with the three of you piled in as well.

“Who the hell were those people?” Kiara panicked, out of breath as she slammed the passenger door shut.

“I don’t know but they’re crazy as shit!” Pope’s voice cracked as he settled into the vehicle. “We need to get out of here now.” He warned, wide eyes drifting in JJ’s direction as the blonde started the engine and hit the gas almost all in one motion as the vehicle leaped forward, sending you all down the road.

Near moments after JJ had hit the gas, leaving a smoke trail in his wake, you looked behind you to see a car speeding behind you, the fishbowl windows allowing you to see the driver clearly. “Creepy guy recovers fast.” You panted, looking back ahead of you and prompting JJ to peek in the rearview mirror, pressing the gas a little harder.

“Here we go now!”

Heyward’s truck was going faster than you ever deemed possible, flying down the road. “Hey, JJ, slow down. This is a one-way.” Pope warned, the truck never slowing down. JJ was too focused to hear much of anything, you were gripping the seat for dear life. “This is a one-way!” Pope got louder as JJ started to reach a busier part of the town. A car suddenly appeared in front of you, the headlights blinding.

“Car, JJ! There’s a car!” You warned, grabbing a hold of the steering wheel yourself and making a right turn before the truck could collide with the SUV. Rounding the corner, you almost collided with two pedestrians — the two heads of blonde and light-brown hair looking eerily familiar for the slightest of moments.

“Jesus, look out!” Pope and Kiara said in unison as JJ took back control of the wheel and avoided hitting the two people.

“Get out of the road!” JJ shouted as he redirected the car on the street.

“Those were pedestrians!” Kiara reprimanded, gripping the passenger door for stability.

“That was evasive driving technique right there, y’all!” JJ patted himself on the back as you turned to look out of the rear window to see the man still hot on your trail.

“You sure about that ‘cause he’s still following us.” You warned, looking at the blonde for the briefest of moments.

“Hang on, I’ll lose him.” JJ assured you all, making a sharp turn that sent the three of you crashing into each other. Just as he turned into an empty alley, a pop sound following a hiss of air and smoke came from the truck. “I thought you said he fixed carburetor!”

“He did!” Pope said as the car came to a stop of its own.

“No, Pope, he clearly did not!” JJ retorted as he opened the door, Kie doing the same on the passenger side. The four of you got out of the truck, fanning the air and coughing.

“Number one rule, never trust mechanics.” JJ spoke mainly to himself as you all grabbed whatever you brought along with you out of the trunk of the car just as the car following you pulled in the alley as well. “Shit. Go, go, go!”

The four of you booked, the smoke hopefully giving you a bit of time as you ran through the alley. You and Kiara looked behind you as you ran, seeing the man get out of his own car and tuck something into his jacket.

“He has a gun.” You muttered, looking back ahead as you ran. “He has a fucking gun!”

Pope and JJ glanced behind themselves, past you and Kie to see the man not far behind. The squad of you picked up the pace, making the first turn available but you swore you heard someone calling your names.

The man was picking up the pace as well, getting closer to you all. “We might have to split up!” JJ suggested from the forefront of the group.

“Are you crazy?” You shouted, being right behind the blonde. “No way!” You continued, almost tripping over an unleveled section of the concrete. JJ, not paying attention, ran into a mailman, sending the packages in his hand flying into the air.

“Sorry ‘bout that!” He apologized over his shoulder. JJ led you all into another alley, this one much narrower causing you all to run in a line. The guy was falling behind, which was a plus.

Coming out of the alley, you all came face to face with a couple on a bike almost getting run over by them. But after taking a longer look at the two people who almost pummeled you all with their bike, your heart dropped farther down in your body than it ever has.

Every single one of your five senses seemed to cease to exist in this moment. You couldn’t hear anything, white noise filling your ears as your vision blurred on the edges, only allowing you to see what you could only logically explain as two ghosts standing in front of you — a very much alive John B Routeledge and Sarah Cameron standing in front of you, covering in mud and dirt and who knows what else.

Whatever breath you had been holding in your lungs released itself, the release of air allowing your senses to return, almost like coming up out of the water.

All of your expressions were somewhere in between a blank stare and a smile. You wanted to reach a hand out to see if they were real.

“...Get in. Get in! Get in!” John B broke the silence. His voice hadn’t changed. It was exactly like you remembered. The four of you did as he said, still partially in shock, piling into the bike. You, Kiara, and Sarah crowded into the cab of the pedicab as JJ and Pope pushed it from the back as John B pedaled as hard as he could.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of his back as he pedaled, unless of course it was to direct the same blank stare in Sarah’s direction. The Limbrey guy plus two other men were chasing the group of you now, JJ and Pope hopping onto the sides after it gained enough speed to ride smoothly with the six of you on it.

The entire ride to the boat, your friends were whooping and cheering. And on the inside you couldn’t be happier or more relieved at how well the universe seemed to work in your favor but for some reason, your body wasn’t so eager to show it on the outside.

For a whole month, you’d grieved someone who wasn’t dead.

Once you reached one of Ward’s boats the Sarah knew the location of — My Druthers Too, you all wasted no time jumping into it, sailing in the direction of The Outer Banks. Back home.

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HAPPY DRAGON AGE DAY

Conniving Crows, Wicked Watchers, Lustful Lords, Vivacious Veil Jumpers, Wild Wardens, and Shrewd Shadow Dragons!

Me: THANK YOU SO MUCH EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU FOR FILLING OUT MY SURVEY! You: Lady, what are you talking about? Me: A couple weeks ago you filled out my survey! You: Oh yeah, whatever happened with that?

Well, let me tell you, good internet people!

Dragon Age: The Veilguard in “One Word”:

If I had a nickel for every "Fun, but..." or "Pretty, but..." responses, I would have a lot of nickels. "Fun but not Dragon Age" was my personal favorite.

If you don't see your verbatim response here, that's because there was 650 of you. And I had to take some liberties with verbiage here.

What were your Overall Impressions of Dragon Age: The Veilguard?

What did you like the MOST about Veilguard?

What did you HATE about Veilguard?

Ho, nelly, you guys.

186 (>28%!) of you used the “Other” box to expand on your ideas (which is part of why this graph is so uhgly) but I appreciate every single one of you sharing your thoughts with me.

19 (2.9%) of you said something pertaining to “The Writing” even though that wasn’t an option

112 (17%!) of you mentioned (at least one of) the words: shallow, pale, child-locked, darkness, nuance, choice, conflict, empty, sanitized, or (my personal favourite) toothless.

Some “Hated” Honorable Mentions:

“Neve’s Hat”

Fuck off her fascinator is fascinating

“Not Being able to Swim”

I read it before and I still laughed; this one is the real MVP

The Death of Varric

☹

The one person who said “Harding”

I will fight you

The TWO People who said “Too many puzzles”

Bitch is this Taash? How did you get access to this???

**Shout out to the people who pointed out I spelled DIALOGE wrong, yeah I know sorry I’m an idiot

If Veilguard were to have a DLC, which Companion Characters would you want to see return the most?

I find it SO interesting that I asked for 5, and there were 5 VERY CLEAR winners...

(Cole, Dorian, Fenris, Merrill, Zevran, by a veritable landslide; there’s over 100 votes between the lowest – Merrill (284), and the next highest – Cassandra (177))

To those of you who can’t read: the HoF, Hawke, and the Inquisitor are NOT Companion Characters.

Also, to the one person who responded: “No one deserves to be dragged through that” I see you.

*I did not have time to collate the data supplied in “Other” but I think there’s a pretty obvious winner here

And now, if a “Keep” DLC were to be made, which choices do YOU think are the most important to have?

Before we jump into that, I would just like to say how little these answers differ; despite my open ended question a LOT of people wrote the same things.

Some of you, bless your little hearts, explained your choices like im a dumb bitch who hasn’t been living in the wiki and played each game 2/3/5 times. Like I would be doing this and not know what Orzammar or the Architect is. Bless your little worm spirits you’re so adorable.

Every person who said “Inquisitors Class” followed it up with (weird I know sorry uwu im so weird im sorry) like… guys. You know…. You are ALLOWED to have OPINIONS. And you’re not weird there was like 6 of you. You're not alone.

To the EVERYTHING/ALL OF IT people; I see you.

Four people were brave enough to admit they couldn’t remember anything, and 55 people didn’t write ANYTHING.

Behold, Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat:

Circle Fate: Fate of the Chantry Circles after DAI

DAI Wardens: Wardens exiled/accepted in DAI

Divine: Who you chose for the Divine (DAI)

Fade Fate: The Fate of the person you left in the fade in DAI

Mage/Templar: The outcome of the Mage/Templar conflict (not differentiated between Inquisition/2)

Southern Rulers: All three Rulers of Southern Thedas; Ferelden, Orlais, & Orzammar

The Well: Who Drank Mythal's Bathwater (dont kink shame me)

Any answer with less than 5 responses got taken out for brevity and are listed below:

(2) Nothing Cuz they destroyed the South, (1) ANYTHING!!!!!, (1) fuck you (bioware) for disregarding the entire lore of the first few games, (1) I think the most interesting things are the smaller stuff you don't expect to carry over.

(2) Andraste's Urn, (2) Avernus (research), (1) Awakening companions fates, (2) Calpernia's Fate, (3) Cass/Tranquility, (2) Clan Lavellan Status, (1) Cullen/Lyrium, (2) DA:O Dalish Clan, (1) DA2 Isabela, (2) DA2 Qunari Plot outcome, (1) Dagna (Magic School), (1) Danarius, (1) Disband/Keep Inquisition, (2) Faded for Her Result, (3) Hawke Siblings Fate, (2) Inquisition disbanded actual consequences, (1) Inquisition Support of Nevarra or Tevintrer (josephine war table quest), (4) Inquisitors Class, (1) Iron Bull, (1) Isabela, (1) Paragon of her Kind (Golems), (1) Prisoner at Ostagar, (1) Rule of 3, (1) Save/Stop Solas, (1) Sha-Brytol dwarves, (1) Shale, (4) Solas/Inky Approval, (1) Solassan Implications, (1) Solavellan Vallaslin, (1) Soldier's Peak, (2) Sten, (2) Zevran/Darker Crows.

To the one person, who commented: “I think the most interesting things are the smaller stuff you don't expect to carry over.” I see you. And I am percolating.

If the Devs/Anyone at BioWare happens to see this, the last question I asked was this:

If you could ask the Devs/Writers of Veliguard one thing, what would it be?

A lot of responses are focused on the lore. More are questioning the narrative & lore decisions & implications of VG. Some are begging for DLC. Some are flat out rude. One is a proposition. But there are a fair amount of people who want to ask you;

‘hope you're okay’

‘How are you holding up?’

‘I hope despite everything you know that your creation is loved and adored.’

‘THANK YOU!!!’

Intelligent fans know the development Hell VG went through to be born. They know corporate culture. They understand there's often more than meets the eye. Fans of Dragon Age know what heavenly good delicious golden content BioWare can make. And they're hungry for it. Take some well deserved rest, and then come back to the table with us, because we cannot wait for more.

A Sappy Little Note:

I have Zero online presence and really expected to get about 100 responses total, and I got 650 (*mind blown emoji*), I wasn’t even able to share it to reddit main (bc of the fvbjvks mods). Most of these responses are from YOU GUYS on good ol’ tumblr.com and Im so weepy about how you all got involved and shared your thoughts with me Thank You SO MUCH.

For those of you who messaged me about the DLC, you are not forgotten. Believe it or not, I have a plan. Watch your inboxes over the next couple days, because I’m going to be prickling your creative brains over the Holidays.

Once more, Thank You All, so so so much for participating. Bare your blade, remain vigilant, and keep an Eye out for The Agents.

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allkordelia · 1 year ago

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Keep Me Near Your Heart XV

"How's anyone seen, Daeron." I ask walking up to the table for breakfast, " I went to fetch him for breakfast, but he wasn't in his room." I look at Aemond as I stood beside his chair, his hand comes up to rub circles on my growing belly as he admires it with a smile.

"He's probably in the courtyard with Ser Cole," I frown at the mention at the knight, Aemond knock his hand against the chair next to him before pulling it out, "Come sit, my love." Aemond drag his hand down to tap the seat, I move from his other side to take the seat next to him.

The servants were quick to fill my plate with food before stepping back, Aemond move his hand from the table to put his hand on my stomach, his hand miss a few inches making me grab his hand and place it where he wanted it to do. Aemond's hand rested on my belly, the low chuckling from across the way made me look up with a death glare, Aegon swallow down his laughter when his eye connect with mine.

He looks away from me as he hide behind his cup, I roll my eyes and sat back in my chair.

The arrival of the babe was just a few weeks away, I would be happy about finally meeting my sweet child if it wasn't for the fact that the queen thought it be a good idea to send invitations to everyone in the family to come celebrate the arrival of the babe. I am still conflicted about having to see my mother and aunt after nearly a year of not talking, my mother I don't really care about but I am afraid of dealing with rhaelle since I promise her I write her every chance I get.

The sounds of the door opening from behind made me turn, Daeron stalk in with a upset look and not too far behind was Alicent and her trusted knight, Ser Cole, I watch as he pulled out a chair next to Aemond and cross his arms. I eye Daeron curiously before glancing at Alicent as she take her seat at the head of the table, she had a neutral look on her face as she got settle, I take a quick glance at Ser Cole before looking away.

It was quiet as we ate, only the sounds of forks scraping against the plates and the soft muttering from Helaena was the only thing that filled the air. It felt intense. I look at Aegon to see him eyeing Daeron, I squint before shifting in my chair making it creak.

"Is something wrong?" I look up and look at Alicent as she lean forward with her hand folded under her chin.

"N-no, just...trying to get comfy." Alicent hummed before leaning back and snapping her fingers.

"Go fetch the princess a more comfortable chair to eat in, please." Alicent commanded, but I spoke up stopping the servant from moving and alicent to look back at me.

"It's fine. I just need to stretch my legs," I lean forward a bit to look at daeron who was glaring at his food, "Daeron, do you wish to join me--"

"No." He bluntly said catching me off guard.

It was out of character for daeron to refuse to accompanying me, he usually be very happy to join but his harsh tone took me by surprise.

"Daeron." Alicemt called sternly, I glance at her as she gives a look to her youngest.

Daeron sigh with a growl and turn his head towards me, "Thank you for the offer but I must decline, jaenara." I frown.

"Are you sure--"

"Yes, I'm sure why wouldn't I be." He snapped, I gape at him taken back, "Can you leave me alone already." Aemond glare at him.

"Watch how you talk to my wife--"

"Shut up." He snapped again looking at his brother.

"Daeron!" Alicent hissed.

Daeron snap his head at his mother, he saw the look she was giving making him growl again and scoot his chair back.

"I'm going to godswood, no one bother me." He snips talking away from the table, I could help but stand and watch him leave the hall.

"What was that about." I ask to no one in particular as I stare at the door.

"He's just...moody," Alicent started making me glance at her as she sip from her cup, "All boys act like that at his age," I put my hand on my stomach with frown.

"I think you meant to say brat, mother." Aemond states looking at his plate as he stab his eggs, "A bit of discipline can fix that." He added.

"Your brother doesn't need any discipline, aemond. His just a child, if I remember you were the same when you were his age." Alicent took her cup again to put it to her lips as she looks at her son.

"Yeah, that's because someone took my eye out." He replied before shoving food into his mouth.

Alicent swallow her wine before clearing her throat and remaining silent, I look at aemond as I put my hand up to scatch at the back of neck near his hair making shudder slightly. His hand went to my lower back, rubbing it in a comforting way.

He thinks we are good, that our marriage is saved and secure. I thought it would be hard to pretend to love him again, but thanks to aemond and the baby inside me, it was easy for me to get my way nowadays.

"What was that, Aegon?" I snapped back to the present and glance between Aegon and Alicent as she stare at her with stern look.

"Nothing, mother. I do not know what I am saying I'm a bit drunk." Aegon replied with a small smirk as he swirl his wine in his cup.

I furrow my brows and look at helaena as she look at aegon with a sad frown, I tilt my head slightly trying to figure out what just happened.

"Hela." I called making the young princess look at me with wide eyes, "Do you wish to go for a walk with me?" Helaena gape for a second before closing her mouth and nodded, I smiled and held out my hand making her get up.

She took it and walk around the table to link our hands, I look at aemond as he wipe his mouth with the cloth.

"I'll be back in a few, husband. Do not forget that we going to visit the younglings later." I said pointly making him look up at me with a small smile.

"Of course, my love." I hum before binding down to kiss his cheek, he turn his head instead to capture my lips.

I pulled back smiling before stepping away from the table, helaena and I walk towards the double doors, I heard talking once we close the door. I didn't need to stay to hear what they were saying, if it was about daeron she will found out why the young boy has been in such a moody.

We walk through the garden hand and hand, I gaze at the different colors of flowers as helaena stare off in her own head.

"Helaena." I called as I stare at a bed of black locusts, I look at her just as she looks at me, "Have you notice something is bothering daeron, he seems highly upset about something." Helaena glance away with a look that told me all I needed to know, "....Helaena." I drawl out with a look, helaena looks back at me with a meekly look.

"...the dragon has been strip of his wings, he lives in turmoil...no thanks to the wolves." I furrow my brows and tilt my head at her words, it was always hard to understand helaena's riddles as a child.

Even now as a adult it's hard to understand what she is saying.

"What does that mean?" I asked stopping in our tracks, helaena looks unsure as she averted her gaze.

"...you must seek him out to understand." She whispered looking back at me, I frown for a moment before nodding my head.

I loop my arm through helaena's arm, we continued our walk through the garden. My thoughts go to daeron, the way he acted at breakfast and the way Alicent was acting towards Aegon, it obvious they hiding something and I rather not wait to found out.

「 ⊹₊♚₊⊹ 」

Godswood was empty. After escorting Helaena back to her chamber to attend to her children, I came to gidswood in hopes to find daeron, so we could talk. I look around as I walk further towards the tree, once under I heard sniffing, I walk around the tree only to found no one. I frown before I heard rustling in the trees, u look up and through the branches and leaves I could see daeron hiding up there.

"Daeron? What are you doing up there, get down before you hurt yourself." I move around to get a better look at him, he glance at me before quickly turning his face to hide.

"Leave me alone." He voice was rough as if he been crying.

"Daeron, what's going on." I ask looking up at the tree, my hand went to my belly feeling anxious at how high he was.

"Go away." I sigh desperately looking up at him.

"Please, Daeron. I only came to see if you were okay."

"I'm fine! Are you happy? Now, leave me alone." He snapped causing me to look up at him sadly.

"Daeron, please come down, whatever is on your mind we can talk–" Daeron turn his head to look down at me with a scrunch up red face.

"I don't want to talk you, or anyone at that matter." He hissed every word filled with vemon, "So, fuck off." He added turning away again.

I huff through my nose looking up at him, I look at the tree for a minute before stepping towards it and getting on my tippy toes.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"If you won't come down and talk, then I come up." I said holding on to the tree before lifting my foot to try to climb.

"Jaenara just leave me alone, and stop that! Before you hurt yourself." I shook my head as I boost myself up as I grab onto the branch before pausing to look up.

"I'll stop if you talk to me." Daeron's eyes held so much conflict that his silence made me move again, I gasp when my foot slip but lucky enough I was still holding tight on the branch.

"Jaenara! Stop it. You going to hurt yourself and the babe, do your being stupid." I let out a breathless chuckle.

"Well, I do stupid things for the people I love, I don't know what to tell you." I utter but by the way daeron was silent made known he heard me, I yelp sliding down the body of the tree to land on my butt, "...ow." I mutter, I heard daemon gasp and call my name, the sound of rustling made me look from me rubbing my bottom to daeron getting out of the tree to come to my side.

"By the gods, jaenara. Are you okay?" He asked worried making me give him a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine just fell on my butt." Daeron grabbed my elbow helping off the ground, I brush off the dirt from my dress before looking at daeron, "Daeron, I'm sorry..." The young prince look at me with a mixture if confusion and shock, "...I know I put you in a situation you didnt want to be in, but the way you been acting has me worried about you." I confess.

Daeron looks down meekly with a defeated look, "You know whatever it is that is bothering you, you can tell me right. You know I will not judge you." Daeron sniffle moving his hand to wipe his nose on his sleeve.

"But, you will be angry with me." He utter making me give him a look.

"I can never be angry at you, nothing can make me mad at you." I reach my hand to touch his cheek only for him to flinch away, I frown at the way his eyes welled when he look at me, "...Daeron, whatever it is I promise you on my aunt and everyone I love life that I will not be mad at you...never. You mean too much to me for me to ever hold any anger in my heart for you, so i ask again, please tell me what is wrong. " Daeron's chin started to wobble a bit along with his bottom lip, before I knew it he throw his arms around me and sob.

The sound that came from my uncle broke my heart, it felt like someone was squeezing it making it hard to breathe. I slowly wrap my arms around him, my hand move to massage his hair as he cries.

"...I-I didn't want to go...b-but aegon made me," Daeron wept, "...I'm sorry, jaenara...I'm so so sorry," My head was spiraling to what he was apologizing for, and as I sense a feeling in my gut that made me hold Daeron to me tighter.

My mind goes to aunt rhaelle and uncle daemon, a memory that I don't remember played in my head and soon a feeling of anger spread through my body.

"It's alright, daeron." I rub his back, "...everything's going to be alright, sweet boy." I whispered burying my face in his hair before kissing his hairline.

「 ⊹₊♚₊⊹ 」

I watch Daeron's sleeping form in my bed, once we came back to my chamber, daeron finally explain what been eating at him. Once he was finish, he went back to crying and I held him as he did, I didn't know what to do but sooth him and assure him that I wasn't angry with him. I shook my head and pushing those thoughts aside hearing the a gentle knock at the door.

I turn around and opened the door to see Enith, she smiles at me and I return the gesture. I step aside and she walked in her eyes going straight to daeron, i could see in her eyes that she was confuse and worried to see Daeron here.

"I must go." I said making Enith turn her attention back to me, "I'll won't be gone long." Enith frown a bit.

"Where are you going?" She asked, my eyes bounce over to daeron before going back to Enith.

"To have a little talk with aegon." I respond, "If he wakes tell him that I'm running a errand, okay." Enith's brow twitch before nodding her head, I smile at Enith before turning on my heel.

I close the door behind me and make my way down the corridor, I half expected Enith to stop me, to talk some sense to me. I know she knows that something is wrong and that visiting Aegon is out of character for me, I wonder if she knows about what happened to daeron with her witchy powers.

I turn the corner before stopping when I see Aemond coming down the hall, it took a moment for him to notice me and he smiled my way.

"My love, I was just about to come see you...." He smiles widely, I glance around thinking, if aemond founds out I was going to see Aegon. He definitely would stop me, but I can't let aegon's action go unpunished nor can I let aemond take care of it.

I have no doubt he pick his brother's side over thus.

"Jaenara." He called softly standing in front me, I look up at him as he stare down at me with curious expression.

"Sorry, my love. What did you say?" I ask moving around, he follow suit and walk beside me.

"I was thinking about names for the babe," he says, I hum telling him to continue, "I have two I wish to name our boy, the first is Alaric a masculine name from my mother. She says it means all powerful ruler." I glance at him as he grins, I refrained from rolling my eyes, there was no way in all seven hells I was naming my boy after that fool wench.

"And the other one." I ask.

"Maegor." I stop and turn to him with a look, "...I know but I doubt our son will end up like maegor the first, and beside I think he can give different meaning to the name. Imagine, he could be maegor the clever or maegor the righteous." He smirk at the thought, I could only hum in response before continue on my way.

It was quiet between us, my mind was wielding on what I was going to do once I get to Aegon's chamber. I was stomp. I didn't know why I was doing this or why I was making it into something more than what it was, maybe I wanted to show daeron that I cared and that I am with him. Something in the back of my mind was telling me how stupid it is to confront aegon about taking daeron to the brothel, he was a boy, I understood that men should know what to expect during their consummation. But, the way daeron was acting says there was more but he was still afraid to tell me, and something deep in my gut told me that I had to do this. That I had to protect him.

I was brought back to the present by Aemond's hand on my wrist stopping me from going towards Aegon's door.

"Why are we visiting Aegon." Aemond ask looking at me.

"We're not. I am." I replied moving to step forward only to be stopped again.

"Why." He demanded making me give him a look.

"I have something to ask." I said with a edge in my voice to show aemond I wasn't in no mood for him or his jealousy.

"What about?" He asked again with a annoyed look, I glare at him before I could tell him none of his business.

Aegon's door opened making us look over, a servant with wild red hair appeared with a tray in one hand. She look at us in shock before fixing her face and averting her eyes, she bow towards us acknowledging our presents before swiftly stalking away down the hall leaving Aegon's door open. I slip my from Aemond's grasp and he called my name as I walk into the room, I stop a few feet away from the door as I scrunch up my nose at the odor in the room. It didn't take long to realize what just occur in here, I look over at aegon as he stood at the table with a cup in his hand wearing nothing but his trousers.

I cleared my throat catching Aegon's attention, he grin and open his arms to me.

"Neice, what do I owe you and my one-eye brother visit." He ask pulling out a chair and taking a seat, I glare at him at the insult towards aemond.

"Always nice to see you sober, brother." Aemond replied from behind me as Aegon grab a apple from the bowl in the middle on the table before biting into it.

"Oh, Aemond. You know I only jest, little brother." Aegon smirk.

I heard Aemond growl making me step forward catching Aegon's attention, "Apologies for the intrusion, uncle. But, I hoping you can shed some light on something for me." Aegon look at me surprised before he nodded his hand.

"Alright." He sat up straight in his chair with his leg resting on his thigh.

I gave a breif smile before speaking, "Daeron has told me on his and yours visit to the brothels in fleabotton..." Aegon raise his brow before a grin cross his lips.

"And you wish to visit, sweet neice. I am flattered that you wish attend with me, I am sure I can find a man there who be happy to fuck your flower...even with your predicament. " He glance at my stomach before looking at me, I scoff in disgust.

"That's not--"

"I always knew you were a cuck, brother." Aegon spoke over me to look over my shoulder at his brother, "He used always peek inside to watch me, the little freak." He chortle before looking back at me.

My brows twitch making my mind wonder for a moment before I shook my head, "What happened at the brothel?" I said cutting to the chase, aegon grabs his cup before stopping it near his lips.

"What do you mean? It sorta obvious what we did there." He says, I furrow my brows as aegon drink from his cup.

"What did Daeron do there?" I asked wanting to clarify on what daeron was doing.

Aegon look at me before looking at his brother who move to stand next to me.

"Is the pregnancy getting to her brain already, brother. Or is this what you been complaining about to mother about." He said making me clench my jaw.

"I have no idea what your talking about, jaenara let's go so we can leave my brother to drown in his cup in peace." Aemond turns to me touching my arm but I ignore him as my patience

"What don't you just come out and say it," I snap crossing my arms over my chest, aegon narrow his eyes at me as if trying to figure me out.

"Why do you care?" He asked.

"Because something happened and I want to know what it was." I shouted.

Aegon gave a eyeroll before draining his cup before slamming it down on the table, "It simple, neice. I took Daeron there to make him a man, and last I remember he left satisfied." I eye him.

"I beg the differ." Aegon scoff before looking away from me.

"You know brother I use to envy the fact that you got our sweet neice while I got stuck with helaena," Aegon sneer, "But, now I see that the gods where on my side by sparing me eternity with her."

"Well, your not a gift from the gods either Aegon," I snark back making him snap his eyes at me with a glare, "All you ever done is drink and fuck your way through life‐‐"

"And I will die a happy man because of it, neice." He grins.

"Yes, a happy and deserted man surrounded by nothing but whores who wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire." Aegon smile falter to angry frown.

"Maybe, but atleast I can count on a whore to shut her mouth and take my cock."

"Is that why you like them more, uncle? Because unlike the ladies in court or the servants here, they would rather slit their throats than be touch by a foul thing like you." Aegon grits his teeth.

"You little wh--"

"Alright, that's enough." Aemond shouted as he move to stand between me and aegon, he turn to me with a look, "Jaenara, we're leaving. Whatever this is doesn't concern us--" I snap my gaze to ae.ond.

"If not us than who then." I snapped angrily, aemond looks mildly taken back, "Are we really going to ignore that he took a child to a brothel, and allow him to have his virtue taken from him without a second thought." Aemond was silent at my words.

Aegon let out a snicker making me look at him, "Virtue? Is that what he got that from...you?" Aegon let out another snicker making me grow angry, "All that talking about waiting until marriage all came from you, gods I would have thought your marriage with my brother would have taught you something, stupid girl." He smirk making me rise my chin with a stern look.

"I learn a lot from my marriage, including how to rise above insufferable people." I spat, "That what makes me better than you and your mother, and that is also why daeron will always be better than you too." Aegon's expression was cold and hard.

I turn my back to him feeling proud to make him feel as low as he should, aegon was nothing but a arrogant and spoiled, no thanks to his mother and grandfather.

"That fucking prat is not better than me, his a craven who couldn't stop crying throughout the whole thing like a baby." He snapped angrily, "And then ran off sobbing like a little girl who got her favorite gown ruined, I am way better than that whimpering little shit." Aegon spit out making me turn to him, he was standing with his hands in fists and his wife twisted.

"He was crying?" I whispered.

Aegon looked just as equally taken back by his words than me, he stuttered for a second before getting the words out.

"...w-whimpering, he was whimpering--"

"And you didn't think to stop them." Aegon wore a look before shaking his head as a scowl return to his features.

"There was nothing to stop he was moaning...he was enjoying himself." Aegon sounded almost like he was defendeding himself, I couldn't help but look at him a certain way making him take notice and snap, "I dont have to explain myself to you, if daeron wanted to stop he would have. But, he didn't. He liked it--"

"How can you be so sure." I blurted, "You said he was crying and that he ran out, did you go look for him to see if he was okay?" Aegon stay silent, "Did you really think he was enjoying himself--"

"Aemond did the same thing, and he came back the next day and got his cock sucked." Aegon said exasperated, I look at him in disbelief.

"Did daeron come back the next day, aegon?" Aegon was silent once again, a feeling in my stomach made me feel sick making me place my hand on top, I couldn't help but glance down at my belly and wonder what I would do if that happened to my baby boy, my flesh and blood.

"It was nothing...he was exaggerating." Aegon finally utter, I look at him with a disgusted look.

"If it was helaena in his place would you think she was exaggerating," Aemond and Aegon looked at me with a mixture of emotions that she could only describe as anger and fear, "What about your little boy, jaehaerys, would you think it was nothing if daeron dragged him into one of those places and ignore his cries. Would that be nothing, uncle." Aegon turn his head with conflicted look, I blink trying to get rid of the hot tears, "No child should to have to go through that, and no parent shouldn't have to watch their little boy have the light snuff right out of them." Aegon bowed his head as his lip twit into a snarl.

"Get out of my room." He demanded not looking up.

I turn on my heels without a word or fight, I left the room leaving aegon and aemond in the uncomfortable silence. It wasn't long before awmond catch up with me, he grab my elbow stopping me in the hall, I face him bit didn't look at his face but rather his collar.

"Are you okay?" He asked, I furrow my brows before straighten them to look up at aemond.

"I'm not the one you should be asking that to." I replied with a dry tone, aemond nod looking embarrassed and went quiet.

I look down as his hands slide down my arm to grab my hands after a moment of silence between us, he let out a deep sigh, "What do you want me to do?" He asked as if wanting to know what his next order was from me, I look back up at him with a confuse and unsure look.

A devious thought crossed my mind, I was hesitant for a second contemplating if I should say it out loud or not. But, the words aegon said not too long ago played in my head like a taunt, and my anger once again flared.

"I would like you to found out what brothel aegon took daeron, and set fire to it with those whores inside." The words came out steady and clear, my words didn't mush together or come out shaky. It was clear what I wanted, aemond pulled me close so he could rest his chin on top my of head as he hold me.

"I'll do." He whispered, "I'll do anything for you, anything."

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rainbow-flavoured-skittles · 6 months ago

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Best Friends(?)

I have. finally finished the bruise childhood friends au. the series is finally completed. I can finally write the other stuff I've wanted to now that this is done. I'm kinda in disbelief, especially since the first fic in this series was my very first ninjago fic. and now the story is over that's actually insane to me I am dying

cross posted to ao3

“Okay… get rid of one: Twizzlers, or KitKats?” Cole asked. He and Jay lay lazily on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Jay threw a ping pong ball up and down.

“Twizzlers. They are an abomination that must be erased from the face of Ninjago,” Jay declared. Cole stuck his tongue out at him. Jay jabbed him in the chest.

“You’re a terrible person,” Cole said. “You would get rid of Twizzlers? Twizzlers?”

“They’re like eating rubber!”

“No, they’re not!”

“People who don’t like avocados are not allowed to have opinions on candy.” Jay poked Cole in the cheek.

Cole snorted at the comment. “Oh? You don’t like pickles.”

“And that’s a good thing! Who else would give you extra pickles when we go out?”

“I could always just order extra pickles,” Cole grinned. “Then you wouldn’t have any to worry about.”

“No!” Jay screeched, hitting Cole with a pillow. “You’re evil. Pure evil.”

Cole threw the pillow back. It hit Jay in the face.

“You’re so mean.”

“That’s my talent,” Jay sing-songed. “Who would keep your ego in check if I weren’t around?”

“Zane could,” Cole said. “Because Zane is an incredible person who doesn’t bully me.”

“I do it out of love.” Jay slung an arm around Cole’s shoulder. “Besides, you love me.”

“Uh huh,” Cole said.

“You love me so much.”

“I do.”

“We’re the best of friends. Soulmates. Two halves of a whole idiot. Besties forever.”

“What was that last one?” Cole laughed. Two halves of a whole idiot. Not that wrong of a description, actually. It seemed that Zane was the sole holder of any brain cells.

“Besties forever. We’ve known each other since like the fourth grade, dude,” Jay smiled.

“No, the one before that.”

“Soulmates?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Jay cackled. “Always be specific.”

“And it’s the third grade, not fourth. We’ve known each other since the third grade.”

Jay paused for a second, counting the years on his fingers. “Huh, you’re right,” he said.

“I’m always right.”

“Liar! That one time you said there’d be free candy at the corner store?”

“It was six years ago, give me a break!” Cole groaned.

“Never.”

“You almost drowned me in the pool!”

“One time!” Jay protested, and mimed choking to death.

“That was you, in case it wasn’t clear,” he added.

“Joking about my near-death experience? Wow, I didn’t know you were so cruel, Jay,” Cole gasped in mock horror. He dabbed at the non-existent tears on his cheek. “I’m so hurt.”

“Hurt like me when there was no free candy?”

“Just let it go already!”

“Over my dead body.”

Jay collapsed on the sofa next to Cole. “So many sore muscles…”

“I think I’m going to start seeing the First Master soon,” Cole mumbled. The world was swirling around and strangely bright, splotches of colour in his vision, almost as if he were looking through a kaleidoscope.

“Please don’t die on me, Cole. I can’t do any ninja-ing without you.”

“No promises.”

“Hmph.”

Cole blinked his eyes. It helped, just a little.

“Cole?” Jay waved a hand in front of his face. “You alive?”

“What do you think, Blabbermouth?”

“You’re not allowed to die. How are we to get married if you die?”

Everything came to a halt. Cole’s brain took a few moments to process the words, put them in the right order and figure out their meaning. “Married?”

Jay laughed nervously. “Y’know those marriage pacts? If we’re not married by, for example, age thirty, then we marry each other instead.”

“Oh.”

“Just a joke. Just a silly joke and stuff,” Jay rubbed the back of his neck. “Ignore that I said that, yeah?”

“Okay,” Cole said. The mood had died. No more lighthearted jokes or complaining of sore muscles. They were sprawled across the sofa, leaning against each other, but not speaking.

Ouch, Cole thought. It was fine. Awkward moments happened. They’d be back to normal in a few minutes.

“I overstepped,” Jay apologised. “That was stupid of me. Sorry.”

Why did it bother Cole so much? It was just a joke. Jay was talkative, and awkward things spewed out of his mouth daily. This was nothing out of the ordinary.

Cole shrugged. “It’s fine, Jay. Was just a joke.”

“…yeah.”

The silence was stifling. Cole tried to ignore it. Just a joke, he told himself. Just a joke.

Jay was regretting any and all decisions he had made in the last twenty-four hours.

Stupid, stupid stupid, he scolded himself. He’d let his mouth get ahead of him, had completely forgotten about filtering what he said. He clutched the video game console tighter. On the screen, his character crashed into a wall.

Cole was sitting next him on the couch, chatting to Zane. He appeared to be explaining in great, excruciating depth, the lore of Percy Jackson.

“—so then he has to go on a quest to find the lightning bolt, right? And he has to fight all sorts of monsters, and he can’t just take a plane because that would be dangerous—“

“So he has to go on foot, across the country,” Jay added, video game forgotten. He knew this book. He and Cole had read it together all the time as kids.

“Yeah, exactly!”

Zane frowned, confused. “What is a ‘country’?”

“It’s a made-up sort of area of the world. You know how we have all these different areas, like the Sea of Sand and Shintaro and all that? Like that, but bigger,” Cole explained.

“That… doesn’t make much sense.”

“It’s a story about demigods and a magic lightning bolt. It doesn’t have to make sense,” Jay rolled his eyes.

Zane hummed noncommittally.

“We should read the books together,” Cole said wistfully.

“We should!” Jay nodded.

“We need to go to the library, don’t we? Neither of us brought our copies.”

“We didn’t.” Jay hadn’t been able to bring much to the Monastery. Cole hadn’t either. A lot of sentimental stuff had been left at their respective former residences, Jay thought bitterly. Not homes. Residences. A cold word that didn’t mean much at all, because neither of them had had a good home before Sensei Wu.

“Library it is, then. You think Sensei will let us take a trip to Ninjago City?”

“Only if you can master spinjitsu within the next twenty-four hours.”

“Dang.”

Zane coughed. “I’m sure Sensei would let us, so long as we’d finished our work for the day,” he said.

“Yeah, hopefully,” Cole said.

Jay handed him the second game console. He was glad that the lingering awkwardness between them was gone. Everything was okay again. “Wanna play Just Dance?”

Cole looked to Zane. “Do you know this one?”

“No,” Zane said. “But I do not want to play anyway. You two should play together.”

Jay watched as he rushed out of the room, not even closing the door. “Wonder what’s up with him.”

“He didn’t want to see your terrible dancing,” Cole teased.

Jay snorted. “Or was it your awful music taste?”

“My music taste is amazing, you heathen.”

“Liar!”

Jay tried not to wince as he watched Cole attempt to make dinner. The smell of burnt chicken invaded his nostrils, and he figured the smoke alarm would go off any second.

“Cole, you’re going to give everyone food poisoning,” he complained.

“It’ll be fine. Everything is fully cooked,” Cole said, waving a knife around.

“I don’t want to eat charcoal.”

“It’s perfectly fine!”

“It looks like it was mummified and then chucked into a volcano.”

Cole rolled his eyes and went back to cutting up zucchini.

“Can potatoes be eaten raw?” He asked.

“Please don’t serve raw potatoes,” Jay groaned. He winced just thinking of what the texture would be like.

“I’m just asking,” Cole said indignantly.

“The answer is no,” Zane said from the doorway, eying the kitchen warily. “You can’t — or at least shouldn’t — eat raw potatoes.”

“Got it.”

Jay grumbled and returned his attention to Cole. His cooking skills had not improved in the slightest over the past two-and-a-half years.

“You’re going to burn down the Monastery.”

“False,” Cole said. “You are. Or have we already forgotten the toaster incident?”

“We don’t talk about that.”

“What is the toaster incident?” Zane didn’t look like he particularly wanted the answer, only asking to entertain Cole.

“It was before you got here. So, you see, Jay decided that the toaster didn’t work properly—“

“I’ve been betrayed by my own best friend,” Jay moaned. He refused to let Cole finish that sentence. “Betrayed. Stabbed in the back by my other half. Left to rot in prison for a thousand years.”

Cole ignored him. Jay stuck his tongue out.

“You are a terrible cook,” he said.

“You’re not any better,” Cole snorted.

“I can at least make instant noodles without setting the microwave on fire.”

“But would you ever willingly eat a vegetable?”

Jay thought for a moment. There was no response he could give that let him keep his dignity. “…No.”

“Exactly.” Cole shook his head. “If Sensei left us for even a week, we’d be dead.”

“You survived on your own for years just fine,” Jay said.

“I had several near-death experiences in those years.”

“We’ve all had near-dear experiences. I mean, I jumped off a building trying to fly what was basically a giant kite held together with duct tape and superglue.”

“You did what?”

Cole’s tone told Jay all he needed to know.

“….Did I perhaps not mention that? At all?”

“Jason Edward Gordon,” Cole said, turning around to face him. “What did you do?”

“You were climbing mountains with no safety gear,” Jay defended.

“I had experience climbing. You—“

“It was fine!” Jay yelped.

“Jay!”

Jay began mentally writing his will, already resigned to the hour-long lecture he was about to receive.

Sometimes, Jay wondered if it would be best to disappear from the face of Ninjago. Just for everyone’s sanity. And his mental health.

He had a crush on Cole, didn’t he? And not just a small one. The sort that made his heart hurt, and head spin, and stomach twist.

Cole, his best friend. The one he’d known since he was just a little kid. Of all the people in the world, he’d chosen his best friend.

And his moment of realisation hadn’t even been dramatic. It had occurred to him out of nowhere, while they were training. He’d thought about how Cole looked so good in his black training gi, and how his hair was always so silky and fluffy, and how his eyes were so pretty with those little flecks of green, and the next moment—

Ugh. He hated emotions.

Jay walked into his room, lay down on the floor, and resisted the urge to scream.

Cole looked at Jay across from the table and tried not to groan. He liked Jay, and not just a bit. He had a full blown crush on him. Probably had for a while, now that he thought about it.

Did Jay like him back? He doubted it. But that meant that he’d be overthinking every single moment in their lives, trying to figure out if there was anything between them. And he’d find nothing, because they were best friends and that was it.

How was he supposed to act normal? What even was normal for them?

Why had he chosen to fall in love with Jay of all people?

Cole buried his face in his hands. Jason Edward Gordon. His best friend. His only friend. The one who’d been his other half for years. It made sense that he’d love him.

Too bad Jay didn’t love him back.

Jay smiled at Cole. His smile was crooked on his face, teeth gleaming white. It was a nice smile, Cole thought. “So, do you by any chance have a crush on someone?” he asked, rushing his words. More than usual. “Anyone at all? Perhaps someone who lives in the Monastery?”

Cole blinked. “If you mean Zane, then no. He’s a cool guy, but I don’t like him. Not in that way.”

“But do you have a crush?”

Yes, he didn’t say. I do. But you don’t want to know who it is.

“No,” Cole lied. He liked to think he was a good liar. But then again, Jay could read his every mood. He hoped that that one singular word didn’t give anything away.

“Oh,” Jay said. Was Cole imagining it, or did he seem disappointed? “Never mind.”

“…do you?” Cole asked.

“No!” Jay laughed nervously. “Nobody at all. Certainly not anyone in the Monastery…”

“If you like Zane, then you could always ask him out,” Cole said. Did Jay like Zane? Was he asking to make sure it wouldn’t affect his friendship with Cole? Selfishly, Cole hoped it wasn’t that.

“No, not Zane,” Jay shook his head.

“Okay.”

Maybe Jay should just pull away from Cole. Distance himself, so that his feelings could stay buried and locked up in a little box. It would hurt, and Cole would be hurt, but maybe it was for the best. They could still be friends — just not the same as it was now.

They’d be better off. Jay wouldn’t be ruining a perfectly good friendship with his feelings.

And hey, maybe Cole could end up with Zane or something. Jay had gotten that vibe when he’d tried to find out if Cole liked him back. It had been so tense, and it had really seemed that Cole liked Zane.

So it was the best option. Jay distancing himself would mean his and Cole’s friendship wasn’t completely ruined, and it might even mean him being happy with someone else. Best for everyone, Jay told himself.

It would be painful, but best for everyone. Best for everyone. Best for everyone.

He repeated those words until they lost meaning.

Jay was avoiding him. Cole wanted to shake him and ask why, why he was pulling away.

“Was it something I said? Jay, I’m sorry. We said we wouldn’t be awkward anymore. Please talk to me.”

He sighed. Maybe Jay had figured out his crush. Maybe he hated him now.

He’d been so stupid, thinking that he’d had a chance when Jay asked if he had a crush. Maybe Jay didn’t like him, even as just a friend — who knew? Jay was being all secretive and pulling away, probably because of something Cole had said.

And now everything with Jay was awkward again.

Things weren’t supposed to be awkward anymore. They were supposed to be inseparable best friends, so close they may as well be attached at the hip.

Cole pulled his knees to his chest. Maybe, just maybe, everything would work out, but he doubted it.

Avoiding Cole was physically painful, Jay thought. He looked so hurt whenever Jay gave him one-word responses and turned down their usual hangouts.

“Do you want to play video games after training?” Cole had asked at breakfast.

Jay had shrugged and pretended like Cole hadn’t said anything. And Cole had looked so confused and hurt, like he didn’t know what he’d done wrong. And he hadn’t done anything wrong, except Jay couldn’t tell him that, because that would merit explanation to why he was ignoring him, and Jay couldn’t let him know that.

Had he lost his best friend yet? Was Cole going to start drifting off to someone else, leaving Jay alone again?

It would be his own fault, of course, but the thought made Jay’s chest hurt. He wanted to run up to Cole and apologise, beg for him to come back. “I’m sorry for ignoring you, it’s just that I have a crush on you and you don’t like me back, so I had to avoid you and pretend you don’t exist so that you don’t hate me. But we’re still besties, right?”

There wouldn’t be any explaining himself, not without going into horrible, excruciating depth about his feelings. And Jay hated talking about feelings, almost as much as Cole did. If Jay ever decided to ruin his life by explaining himself, there was no way the conversation would end well.

A knock at the door. “Come in,” Jay croaked.

“You are… upset,” Zane said from the doorway.

“No,” Jay lied.

“Cole is looking for you,” Zane said quietly. “He wants to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk to him.”

“But he is your friend.”

“I…” Jay peeled himself off the floor. Cole was his friend. But he couldn’t talk, not without spilling his guts and vomiting up all the stupid feelings he had.

“Talk to him,” Zane pleaded. “Even Sensei knows something is wrong.”

“But—“

“Please?”

“No.”

“Okay,” Zane said quietly. “But you should talk. It might solve whatever is happening.”

Zane closed the door behind him. Jay curled into a ball and gritted his teeth. Cole was looking for him, wanted to talk. But Jay wouldn’t talk. He wouldn’t let whatever fragile relationship they had left snap.

Cole sat across from Jay at the table, avoiding eye contact. Jay was still ignoring him. He’d tried talking to him a few days ago to no avail, just a muttered “sorry, gotta go.”

Did Jay hate him? He certainly didn’t hate Jay. But was it the same the other way around?

“How is the food?” Zane asked, smile strained. He had picked up on the growing tension, even tried to convince Cole to talk to Jay yesterday. Cole winced at the memory.

“Good,” Jay mumbled. “It’s good.”

Cole nodded his agreement.

“Perhaps you two should cook next time? Do you like cooking?”

“No thanks,” Cole said. Hours in an enclosed space with Jay, when Jay clearly hated him? He shuddered at the thought.

“I can’t cook,” Jay said.

“Well, Cole could teach you?”

“I can’t cook either. You know that.”

“Oh.” Zane had a strange look on his face, as if he’d eaten something unpleasant.

“Great food, Zane.” Jay stood up from the table. “Really. Maybe you can teach me sometime. But I’m feeling tired, might turn in for the night…”

“It’s only eight,” Cole said quietly.

He watched as Jay left the room, footsteps echoing down the hall.

“You should talk to him,” Zane said, eyes looking down at his bowl.

“I tried talking to him. He’s avoiding me. Probably hates me.” Cole tapped his fingers against the table. They made a musical sort of sound, one that reminded him of rain drumming on a roof.

“I don’t think he could ever hate you,” Zane said.

“I couldn’t either. But he’s avoiding me, Zane. I can’t talk to him if he’s avoiding me every time I get within five feet.”

“Just say you want to talk. That it’s nothing confrontational.”

“But it is confrontational,” Cole groaned.

“Just try. Please?” Zane stacked dishes on top of another, clearing away the food. Diluted soy sauce dripped onto the table. Cole wiped it away with a tissue.

“I tried already,” Cole grumbled.

“Try again. It’s going to be impossible to work together if you keep going on like this.”

“One more time,” Cole said. If it would get Zane off his back, he’d try one more time. “If he still doesn’t want to talk after that, then…”

“Alright,” Zane beamed.

“Great. Yippee. Hooray.”

“Jay?” Cole shuffled his feet. He was nervous, Jay could see that much. He didn’t like this conversation. That was okay, because Jay didn’t like it either.

“Yeah?”

“Why have you been avoiding me? Did I say something wrong?”

No, he hadn’t. He hadn’t done anything wrong. But Jay couldn’t say that.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Jay said. A blatant lie. Could Cole tell if he was lying? He’d been able to tell when they were kids.

“We haven’t hung out even once in weeks,” Cole said quietly.

“I’ve been busy.”

“Busy with what? Jay, look, I—“

“There’s nothing wrong! You haven’t done anything wrong, Cole. I swear.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not avoiding you,” Jay said.

“You won’t even talk to me. We’re supposed to be best friends.”

“We are best friends!”

“Then why are you avoiding me? Was it something I said?” Cole had tears in his eyes, now. Jay was struggling to hold back his own tears.

“You didn’t say anything wrong. It’s nothing, I promise—“

“Then why is everything awkward again? We promised that we’d work out anything, that we wouldn’t be like… before. Why won’t you just talk?”

“I’m not avoiding you!” Jay yelled.

“Stop lying!” Cole yelled back. “You know that’s a lie. You’re avoiding me, I must have done something, just tell me! Is it that I like y—“

“You haven’t done anything!” Jay snapped. “It’s me, okay? It’s always me. I’m avoiding you because of me, not you. Because I like you, Cole! More than like, and I can’t ruin everything!”

Words, just spilling out of his mouth. A waterfall that couldn’t be slowed, a broken faucet, a flash flood just rumbling out. “You don’t like me, and I’m not going to ruin whatever friendship we have left. And I like you romantically, not just as a best friend, but since you don’t like me I have to avoid you! I’m sorry everything is awkward, okay? I’m sorry we can’t go back to when we were ten years old and just best friends!”

Cole blinked. “That’s not right,” he said, and Jay’s heart dropped.

“I like you. Not the other way around,” he said. “Aren’t you avoiding me because you figured it out?”

“No?” Jay sputtered. Cole liked him? As more than a friend? Maybe he needed to clean his ears. Or get a brain scan. Maybe both.

“So you’re avoiding me because you like me, and don’t want to ruin our friendship? But…”

“You like me too?” Jay finished weakly.

��Yeah,” Cole said.

“But I… I’ve been avoiding you so that our friendship isn’t over and I won’t make things worse, but if you like me, then—“

“I thought you’d figured it out and that was why you were avoiding me—“

“You like me!” Jay laughed hysterically. “You like me! In the same way I like you, right? I’ve been avoiding you for no reason, and I’ve made things ten times worse, if that was even possible—“

“Jay?” Cole cut him off. “Can I just kiss you? Like, right now?”

Jay was dreaming, wasn’t he? He hoped that he never woke up. “Yeah,” he said giddily.

And then Cole kissed him. Jay had to force himself to stand upright before grabbing his arms and pulling him closer. Cole’s hair smelled like tangerines and basil, he noticed. The shampoo that they all used, since Sensei wouldn’t bother with buying so many products, but it smelled better on him than it did anyone else.

“I think I’m in love,” Cole said when he pulled away.

“I think I’m in love too,” Jay said. Was this what

love felt like? The kind that he saw in shows and movies, but somehow better?

“We’re still best friends, right?” Cole asked.

“Best friends and more,” Jay smiled. “Can I formally ask you out on a date? To the library, maybe a coffee shop? Hell, maybe a hiking trip?”

“Anything would be amazing,” Cole grinned. He was so pretty when he smiled, Jay thought. Could he print out this moment on a piece of paper, preserve it forever? He really wanted to.

“Maybe a walk through the forest together? You like the outdoors, so—“

“I think I’d go literally anywhere as long as I was with you.”

“Really?”

“I’d fall off a cliff for you,” Cole said.

“Let’s try not to make that a reality,” Jay teased.

“Let’s not,” Cole agreed.

Jay leaned in and kissed him again. No, maybe he couldn’t print this moment out and frame it, but he could sear every detail of it into his mind. That would be enough. Just being with Cole, best friend and now-boyfriend and maybe someday even more, was enough.

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