What If Omega!Aegon Was Married To Beta!Helaena

What if Omega!Aegon was married to Beta!Helaena

one year later Aegon delivered silver-haired twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Everyone was happy especially Alicent who was so proud that her bloodline gave the “purest” Targaryen-looking kids, not like Rhaenyra’s.

Then there comes Maelor, a healthy strong boy with hair brown as autumn leaves, brown wide eyes as well. Aegon was tired, sweaty but thrilled, holding his baby like he’s made of glass. Helaena was thrilled. Viserys was content. Alicent looked like she’s having a faint.

She declared to the country she’s so happy as a grandmother that the baby got “her hair”. But inside the Keep she kept pressing ageon about who was real father.

Egg: i don’t understand the question. I thought you were happy about my little angel.

Alicent: you think I am an idiot? Who was it? Don’t tell me it was some tramp knight in the flea bottom.

Egg: whatever you say dear mom

Alicent: don’t be smug. You shamed our family as you always do. I won’t let that bastard of yours near the throne. He ain’t getting any title or lands when he comes of age.

Egg: could you please not call my son bastard? He’s my true born. As much as I’m yours.

Alicent: God I wish I hadn’t. Take the bastard boy out of my sight. 

Aegon holding the baby walking to the door when Alicent stopped him, “You need to name Jaehaerys your heir and announce his and Jaehaera’s engagement tomorrow. To enhance their claim and keep bloodline pure like what I arrange for you and your sister.”

Egg: You can’t be serious! They are still babies!

Alicent: The decision is made. You want to disobey your mother and Queen?

Egg: you want to know the real father? Fine i tell you. maelor’s father is the same tramp who fathered the twin. The three of them share the same “bastard” blood. I hope this satisfied you, YOUR GRACE.

He left in triumph, never feeling so well

Meanwhile on Dragonstone:

Jacaerys sneezed*

Lucerys: you okay?

Jacaerys: yah i think someone just called me names.

Jace: I'm the type to restart a song cause i got distracted and wasn't appreciating it enough

Aegon: Funny you never thought about that during our sex when you got distracted and wasn’t appreciating me enough

Jace: I —

Rhaenyra meeting aegon and Helena’s kids for the first time being all like ‘huh this seems much more emotional and heartwarming that I thought it would be’ and ‘damn they look really familiar’ and then jace is just there in the background sweating bullets cause she has no idea that that’s her grandchildren right there

Rhaenyra: Jace come look at your cousins!

Jace: They are very beautiful, just like their dad and mom...(eye contacting Aegon) (Aegon contacting back) (Helaena eye contacting them in warnings ‘stop staring or people may find out’) (Alicent looking at them so confused) (lots of eye contacting going in the room)

Lucemond in the background who know the truth: our kids can beat that

Bruh how did rhaenyra die

Idk. In my mind she was like getting tired of the iron chair and chased her childhood dream with Daemon (or Alicent???) (I love some awkward love triangle)

She was deeply loved by all her children who would fight wars for her. And I believe Jace would make a even better ruler.

Aemond: Lucerys blocked my on everything

Aemond: He must wanna see me in person so bad

Aegon: ....Hell yeah

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I saw this video and thought uhm a modern au jacegon they are married, jace is a businessman and aegon is a composer. Jace is dedicating a lot of time to the company that he once inherited and aegon just wants his husband back.

Oh, I have so many thoughts on this…

Like I could imagine how a pair of sweet love birds went separate ways day by day, year by year, from talking about everything to having nothing to talk about.

For Jace duty is the death of love and for Aeg love is the death of duty. They chose different in life’s intersection and they finally became stranger in each other‘s eyes. Jace wondered where did his funny, caring, sweet lover gone and Aeg didn’t know his thoughtful, supportive, calling him my precious man gone where too.

While you were out building other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky,

Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life. 🎵