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Hey, did you know you can get migraines in your eyeballs? And it can last for days? I sure didn't! I honestly thought I had a stroke when I woke up with a horrific headache, nausea, and blurry vision in one eye.

So, The Sweetest Sting is delayed until Tuesday. I decided to add in some Amelia stuff as the people have spoken but I've been unable to really work on it for two days. I'm so sorry. I thought I'd be finishing it up by now but life (and eyeballs) have decided differently.

Hopefully this little snippet will tide you over:

Marshall looked down at her, his brow furrowed. Then without a word, he shoved her against the side wall. There was no preamble, no teasing. He kissed her, deep and rough. She moaned against his demanding mouth as he gripped her braids. When he pulled back, she wanted to scream with frustration. “Since I stepped foot in this place,” he said. “You’ve been the only one I wanted. But I’m not the type to give you more than this.” His grip tightened in her hair and he kissed her again. “There’s something about you. You make me wish I could commit to just one girl. But I can’t.” His eyes glittered with a pain she didn’t fully understand. Before she could react, he spun her around, her back to his chest so she was facing the doorway, where Lewie stood frozen. “He can, though.”

Serious chaos one-shot snippet

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from kittens he was bottle feeding but let out hum indicating he listened.

“I think about trying out more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only appropriate course of action was to offer his aid.

Also features: Dani and Damian working at an animal shelter, Steph being fashionable, and Batman's rouge gallery and no, it's not a spelling mistake :)

WIP…Friday?

@paranoidxbastard tagged me for WIP Wednesday but I’m slow so here we are on Friday instead.

This is a bit of something that is inspired by things @future-dregs implanted in my mind, resulting in instant brain rot and one full breakdown in his DMs. Next day I went…well. Maybe that can be a fic.

Basic idea is that Sam and Dean cut their initials into the same spot on each other’s bodies over and over throughout their lives as a means of bonding and claiming and everything else that is twisted up and weird between them. Fic to span the series but this bit is from S4, immediately after Sam’s activities with Ruby are discovered and things are Real Bad™️ between them.

Excuse the roughness, it is a very preliminary draft at this point. 🙃😅

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By the time they get back to the motel room, Sam can already feel the oncoming change. Like something has broken right at their foundation and he’s afraid to see what rises up from beneath. All the things they’ve buried, all the feelings locked away, finally breathing free air.

Dean’s name is a half aborted plea when his brother shoves him hard up against the wall, the syllables rising from softness to anger in an instant. So many of their conversations seem to go that way now, laced in resentment that neither can quite put away.

A flash of silver draws Sam’s attention further down and he watches as Dean flips his favorite switchblade open. The same one that marked him all those years ago. It’s twisted but for a moment, the sight of it comforts Sam. Dean hasn’t held a knife, not for this, since he got back and some part of Sam’s brain had trembled at the thought that maybe he never would again.

“Dean.” This time when he says his brother’s name, it’s soft all the way through. “Let me just -“

But Dean is quicker, reaching between them to yank the waistband of Sam’s jeans down. The denim scratches rough over his skin and he grunts, pushing up into Dean’s space only to be shoved back again, hard. Held in place by the steel band of Dean’s arm across his chest, Sam looks down at the exposed skin of his hip.

DW. Etched into his skin on a thousand different nights, in a thousand different moments. It’s paler than it has ever been, having gone uncut, left to heal for so long. He’s put his mark back on Dean more than once since his brother crawled back out of the grave but it never felt right to do his own, not with Dean right there beside him. Not if Dean hadn’t yet done it himself. Still, the sight of those thin white lines fill him with such warmth that Sam feels his knees bend slightly under the weight.

Dean scoffs and the disgust in that single sound snap Sam’s eyes back up to his brother’s face. There is only anger there, fury like he has never seen and it’s all the warning Sam gets before Dean is finally slashing out with his knife, opening a clear line through the letters on Sam’s hip. The strike comes so hard and fast that beads of blood wick off the blade and form tiny spots of crimson on the dirty wallpaper beside them. DW like a firebrand on Sam’s skin.

“There.” Dean spits the word, finally stepping away from Sam. He drops the knife between them and his voice, when he spoke again, sounds like crushed glass. Like he has been screaming for forty years and might never stop.

“That’s one less lie between us.”

To My Fucked-Up Heart, I Hope You Die

He was sure everyone around them could hear his shattering heart and shame washed over him like an ugly piece of cloth, he couldn't breathe.

"So it was all a joke for you?" he whispered into the cheers of fans and the British alpha in front of him turned around to him, face full of shock. "It was all a joke for you."

Hastily rambled words follow, but he couldn't follow them, couldn't even form coherent sentences from them, so he left the scene, heart burning from his emotions and he knew he had to get his parents as fast as possible.

People around him make way for him, not really interested in a nobody to them, at least that's what they think.

Momma, Papa, can you please come to me? I don't feel good, he sent into the family group chat while walking away faster. It's still unbelievable to him!

They spent years texting with each other, talking about their lives and how they want to live them - he even showed him the process of his studies to be a vet! And it all went down the drain because he was fucking stupid and fell in love too easily.

Max, go to the nearest garage and ask for a team principal, and try to calm down!, his mother replied and he does as requested, although it's the garage of Mercedes he lands on.

"Can I help you?" an older beta greets him and catches him when his body lost its strength, collapsing right on the spot and scaring the poor beta.

"Boss, please," he wheezes out when the pain finally hits him and instinctively, he brings his heart, trying to erase some pain but couldn't do it, he can never get rid of the pain.

"What's going on here?" a voice laced with a heavy Austrian accent cuts through the clouds in his head and he tiredly looks up, only to whimper out.

"He came stumbling here and collapsed while asking for you, Toto." "What's his name?"

"R-räikkönen-Vettel," Max whispers now, tired of staying awake and slowly drifting away, his heart slowing down and the time stops for him.

Maybe it's his final breath he tries to take, maybe he'll get saved again, but this time, he doesn't know if he wants to be saved and if he wants to wake up again, too hurt and too tired to continue.

«Maybe it's for the best. They won't have to take care of me ever again, they can finally leave our home without having to worry about me and my stupid heart. Mama, Papa, Mick, Charles, Arthur, Lando, Yuki, I love you and please, forgive and forget me if this is my final life.»

Jumping On Clouds, I Hope You're Proud Of Us

Driving over the finish line, seeing his team cheering for him and hearing them screaming congratulations into his ear, Max smiles. He did it, he won the championship!

But guilt and sadness promptly followed his high - he ripped away Lewis' fair title and he celebrates this win while he should feel fear.

Fear of losing custody over his stepdaughter, he should fear not being seen as a good stepfather, a cheating driver and an unfair champion.

"Maxy, you did it!" a small voice cheers in his ears and his fear get erased, tears now flowing down his cheeks and gosh, he never wanted to leave his car as fast as now.

To be finally out of the car, he drove past cheering fans, some were sad or disappointed, but most of them were happy to see him driving past.

When he arrives at the pit, his eyes are glued to the small girl on top of Christian Horner's shoulders, green eyes looking in his direction.

She reminds him of her mother, his beloved girlfriend and while parking, he notices Christian gently placing her down, over the actual barrier and she runs towards his now turned off car.

Waiting for him to be finished, she jumps a little bit, causing her cute little dress to flutter around a little bit. "You did it, Maxy, you did it!" she cheers as soon as he's out of the car.

Scooping her up into his arms, he walks up to his team who engulf him in warm hugs, the atmosphere light and cheerful, with the small girl securely wrapped in his arms.

When they were done with that, he walks towards the scale, the little girl standing next to him, holding his hand and looking up at him.

"Wanna take off," she points to his helmet and the Dutchman complies, bending down and helping her to unclip it before moving his head down so she can slide it off.

"We have to place it there," Max guides her to the small stands and helps her to position the helmet correctly before standing in front of it until they're called.

And while the two of them were walking away for interviews, the cameraman zooms into his helmet, having caught sight of something.

Under the Red Bull at the front, there's something written down in golden.

«♡ In memories of an amazing mother, daughter, sister and girlfriend - Kelly Tamsma Piquet Souto Maior. Gone, but forever driving around the world with us ~ Max and Penelope ♡»

Sitting in front of the finished piece, he leans back and looks over the landscape - the little trees might need a touch-up here and there and the railway tracks have to be glued down yet, but he's quite content with his little work.

He's so concentrated looking for small improvements that he doesn't hear the door opening and two hands gently being placed onto his shoulders, so he visibly flinches and turns around.

"Hello sweetheart," the Brit smiles down at him and kisses the top of his head, "sorry for scaring you, but I'm finally done with this week's meetings."

Dear anon, I was fucked by Tumblr

and deleted your ask by accident (bc I found sth missing in my post) So allow me to post it here and hope you could see this...

So basically the question was about although Jacegon know they love each other aegon know that Jace would always choose duty over him. So here's what I write based on this:

I do believe there's a sense of destined tragedy haunting the ship. I wrote something alike before about Jace being uncontrollably in love with Aegonsince childhood, but his feelings were shattered to pieces after him usurping the throne. When he returned from Winterfell, he sneaked into the capital to see Aeg for the last time and say goodbye (in cruel words) to him.

The clip belowis also part of that story when they were still together, both of them young and knowing nothing about the tragic fate that will befall them. But Aeg already knew something.

Warning: NSFW 18+

Pairing: Jacaerys/Aegon ii

Words: 1.1k

The royal and noble lords' hunting party rested in their fancy tents by the campfire. But they sneaked out into the dark and hid under a large elm tree far side of the Kingswood. The night breeze was cool and sent up the scent of pollen. The soft spring grass tickled their bare skin.

Their armor and woolen sweaters had been left behind in the camp. They couldn't risk building a fire either. "I’m fucking cold," the prince whined.

He unzipped his velvet coat so the spoiled prince could huddle in his arms. A shooting star streaked across the sky.

"Look, Egg." He pointed to the stars.

The prince rode on his lap, biting his neck and nibbling on his ear, and answered half-heartedly, "Look at what?"

"A shooting star just crossed over our tree."

"Star above an elm tree — sounds like the family sigil of some lousy knight." The silver-haired prince used his mouth to undo the buttons on his shirt which was adorned with a three-headed dragon, a cold hand creeping up on the younger's collarbones.

He was impassive, concentrating on studying the stars with his head tilted back.

The prince pouted for his neglect, but quickly figured out a way to chase his own fun. The older plopped the body down, untied the lacing, and licked his cock eagerly till it got thick and hard.

He finally stopped looking at the stars and ran his hand through the choppy, wavy hair, "Want to be fucked by me that bad, huh?"

The prince pulled the length covered in spit out of his mouth and sat up straight to kiss him, muffling his trash before he could say more. He laughed softly into the silver-haired's mouth and said nothing else, focusing on rubbing the prince's entrance and pushing himself in.

The prince drew back a few breaths after a particularly deep thrust, "Did it hurt?".

The silver-haired shook his head and panted, brokenly, “It’s almost like......like riding a horse."

He stared at the pretty face for a moment, admiring the prince's thirsty expression. Then suddenly he pinched him around the waist and powered up, fucking him so fast and deep, "Almost like riding a horse, you say?"

The prince let out a few uncontrolled lustful moans and immediately bit his lips. The guards could very likely be patrolling nearby. His fingers tightened around his shoulders, "More, more like riding a dragon ......"

"You are always desperate to ride dragons, day or night." He teased in exchange for a glare. But the anger quickly faded when he paced up and hit the spot every time. The prince grabbed him by the hair and was soon crying and groaning loudly over the violent bumps. Warmth returned to their bodies and the prince flushed beautifully.

"Keep your voices down, uncle. People may find out." He warned with a teasing tune.

"They won't. And if they did, they wouldn't..." He trailed off, and caught his breath again, "They wouldn't dare to say anything."

"You wanna be my whore so bad, don't you? That you actually want to be found out." He attacked even harder, burying himself deep inside the sweet wet-ass walls.

The prince moaned loudly, legs shaking. He was lost in pleasure too much to care about anything happening around them, "Yes, let me be your whore...God, it feels so good."

"I won't exactly call myself that." He teased, "Do you want me to finish inside, my slutty little whore?"

The older's voice was shaky and sobbing, "Yes, please. Let me have your seeds. Let me have all of them. Jace, Jacaerys..."

"I'm gonna fucking breed you." He gritted his teeth. He loved the way the prince called out his name hopelessly, "I'm gonna fill my pups into you. Would you like it that way?"

"Yes, yes. I'm so close, Jace." The silver-haired started to stroke his cock, "I'm, I'm about to cum."

"Then come." He wrapped his hand around his and stroked him until they both spilled.

Aegon tilted his head and let out a long breath.

"Egg," Jacaerys called him by his nickname, "Are you satisfied with this dragon?"

Aegon rested his chin on his broad shoulder, "My dragon." He said in Valyrian smiley.

Jace turned his face sideways, their cheeking pressing against each other, "Yours." He replied in their mother tongue as well.

He ducked a strand of his silver hair behind his ear, "You're so beautiful." He said, looking at him the same way he looked at the stars.

"You always say that to the girls after you've finished your fucking?" Aegon gave him a teasing look and got off of him.

Jacaerys frowned, "What girls?"

"Whores, maids, noble ladies, Baela..." He enumerated offhandedly as he put on his clothes back.

"Don't let Daemon hear what you just said."

"I am not THAT stupid. " Aegon said as he lay upon his chest, looking up at the night sky. Their fingers were entwined.

"How was she to kiss anyway?"

"How could I know? I've never kissed her before." Jace paused for a moment, "I've never kissed anyone before."

Aegon giggled as if he'd heard the court jester's funniest joke.

"I wasn't joking. I love you and you only." The young lover said in a particularly solemn voice.

"Uh-huh."

"No matter what happens, I always love you and hold on to you, I promise."

Aegon kept laughing until he was limp, which disturbed Jace a lot. Before he could protest, Aegon spoke up, "Can you promise me another thing, my love?"

"Yes?"

"Never say things like this to me again."

"You don't believe me?" Jace felt a bit hurt, “I meant what I said.”

"I believe every word of yours. But, ” He sounded weirdly sad, “it would kill me to think that one day you’ll tell others the same, telling them 'I miss you', telling them 'I always love you'".

"That's not fair." He wanted to say. But he remained speechless. He could only sit and watch as Aegon fell asleep. He could only sit and watch as his figure became transparent and faded in the air. He could only sit and watch as fate whistled past and took him away from him.

He would be betrothed to Baela to strengthen his mother's claim. He would declare war against the Green to revenge on his brother. He would call Aegon a traitor and usurper as if they were born enemies. He would hope to slaughter him himself and watch him burn in hell because he would burn right beside him. He just didn't know it yet at that time, a time as beautiful and fragile as crystal. But Aegon knew it better.

Even on their best days, he knew.

That they could never be. That it will never be.

This is also another old one I’ve sent to someone else before and sorry but I would love to hear your take on this kinda if premise haha

Ok plz hear me out…everything in hotd is the same except omega aegon was disqualified to be king because of his omega status so was sent off to the north to be married and mated to alpha Cregan stark as soon as he was of age they now have several children….maybe viserys and Ali be two ages him far away from flea bottom and the drama or something idk so now aemond is the alpha son next In like and who has equal claim to the throne now and has usurped the throne from rhaenrya…rhaenrya is hesitant about what to do with her options thanks to daemon ..then alpha jace suggest she sends her sons with the dragons broker peace and alliances during their impending war…rhaenrya is wondering if they should skip stark cause he is married to aegon and this may cause conflict but Jace says to send him anyway and says he may had some pull….when pushed on what this is he hesitantly admits that aegons first born son is actually his lol his mother is not impressed by this new info haha

hahaha I’m glad to read this! I couldn't help but picture that Aegon sat by the window of Winterfall watching the snow silently falling (like forgiveness from the sky) and holding his baby, which was the only gift that Jace gave him he got to keep, the only thing left that belonged to him in this foreign, cold land.

I was starting to write this clip when I thought what if let AI give it a go, so that's what ChatGPT gave us and I only did a slight changes. I felt craaaazy.

Jace/Aegon, Cregan/Aegon; Omegaverse

originally written by AI

Winterfell was a cold and snowy place, with the castle surrounded by snowdrifts that seemed to grow taller every day. The great stone walls of the castle were covered in a layer of frost, and icicles hung from the eaves of the roof. Inside, the castle was warm and inviting, with roaring fireplaces in every room that filled the air with the comforting scent of burning wood.

Aegon often found himself sitting in front of the fireplace in his chambers, staring into the flames and thinking about Jacaerys. He would imagine what it would be like to still be with him, to hold him in his arms and to feel his warm breath against his skin like he did in the past. But then he would remember Cregan, his alpha and husband, and he would feel guilty for even thinking about another man.

Since presented as an Omega, Aegon Targaryen II knew he would be arranged to marry some noble lord instead of inheriting lands and titles like his Alpha brother Aemond would. He had never dared to hope that the Alpha would be his Jace, but neither did he anticipate Alicent's decision was to send him north off to the savages. She clearly hoped the marriage could strengthen the alliance between the Iron Throne and the North. The wedding ceremony was grand enough only this was the last time Aegon saw his hometown, no trace of Jacaerys.

Aegon and Jacaerys were closest friends when they were young boys. Over time, their friendship had developed into something more, and Aegon found himself falling in love with Jacaerys. He tried to bury his feelings, to focus on his duty as a husband and as a member of House Targaryen. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget about Jacaerys. Not after he gave birth to their child, a brown-haired girl named Stark, who had no blood of direwolf within her but every feature of his young lover.

Sometimes, Aegon would take long walks through the snow-covered grounds of Winterfell, trying to clear his mind. He would breathe in the cold, crisp air and feel the snow crunching under his boots. But even in the peace and quiet of the winter landscape, he couldn't escape his feelings. That's when he started to write letters to Jace.

He never did well with words and spelling, but he wrote and wrote, all in High Valyrian. Not that he worried Cregan may find out about them, nothing in the letter he couldn't show to the public. It's just sweet for him to share a language that he could't speak with anyone else.

Jacaerys wrote back. At first, the letters were filled with stories of what was happening on Dragonstone and news of the realm. But over time, the letters became more personal. They would write to each other almost every day, and the letters became a lifeline for both of them.

As the years passed, Aegon's love for Jacaerys only grew stronger. He found himself looking forward to Jacaerys' letters more and more, eagerly devouring every word as if they were the only thing that kept him going.

But Aegon also felt guilty for his feelings. He knew that Cregan deserved a husband who loved him as much as he loved Jace, and he felt like he was failing Cregan as a husband. He tried to be kind to him, to show that he appreciated him, but he knew that it wasn't enough.

When Cregan Stark discovered their affairs when Jacaery visited the North, he was both furious and disappointed. He felt betrayed and hurt that Aegon had been unfaithful to him. Especially he and Jacaerys already became good friends and trustable allies. He couldn't understand why he would risk everything for someone else.

But despite his anger, Cregan still loved Aegon deeply after their years spent together. He knew that Aegon was struggling with his feelings for Jacaerys, and he understood that it wasn't easy for him to keep those feelings hidden. So instead of lashing out in anger, he tried to find a way to make things work.

When Aegon finally confessed the truth to him, that their first daughter's real father was Jace, Cregan was silent for a long moment, staring at him with a mixture of sadness and anger. But then he took a deep breath and spoke.

"What can I say?" he said, his voice quiet but firm. "I married no ordinary one. I married a dragon. I knew what I was getting into when I chose you, Aegon. I knew that there would be challenges and struggles, but I also knew that I loved you enough to face them. And I still do."

Aegon was surprised by Cregan's reaction, expecting him to be furious and unforgiving. But instead, he saw a deep love and acceptance in Cregan's eyes. They talked for hours, working through their feelings and trying to find a way to move forward.

In the end, they came to a compromise. Aegon would continue to be a devoted husband to Cregan and a loving father to their children, but he would also keep in touch with Jacaerys through letters. It wasn't the perfect solution, but it was enough for them to find some peace and happiness in their lives.

Years went by, and Aegon and Cregan had more children, all of whom were loved and cherished by both of their fathers. They created a life together, one that was built on love, trust, and compromise. And though there were still struggles and challenges, they faced them together, knowing that their love was strong enough to withstand anything.

Until the war broke and dragons danced.

Omg that story is amazing, what do you think would happen is jace asked for help? Would cregan say yes or like would aegon feel conflicted and loyal to his green family in king landing

Hi anon, since the AI contributed a lot to the story so I asked it to continue. Here’s what it gave and i would put down my thoughts below. You could choose between these two versions!

From ChatGPT:

As the war raged on, Jacaerys Velaryon knew that he needed the support of the North to win the conflict for his mother, Princess Rhaenyra. He mounted his dragon and flew to Winterfell, hoping to convince his friend Cregan Stark to join their cause.

As they sat in front of a roaring fireplace in the Great Hall, Jacaerys pleaded with Cregan to join his mother's cause, explaining the injustices she had suffered and the rightful claim she had to the Iron Throne.

Cregan listened intently, but he was torn. He knew that Aegon, his husband, was fighting for the opposing side, and he could not simply abandon his duty to his house and his people. At the same time, he could not ignore the plight of his friend and the justness of his cause.

Aegon, meanwhile, struggled with his own loyalties. He loved Jacaerys deeply and could not bear the thought of fighting against him and his mother. At the same time, he knew that he had a duty to his house and his King.

For weeks, Aegon and Cregan debated their loyalties, torn between their love for each other and their duty to their respective sides. Jacaerys stayed at Winterfell, hoping that his presence would sway Cregan's decision.

In the end, Cregan made the difficult decision to remain loyal to King Aemond. He told Jacaerys that he could not support his cause, but that he would not fight against him either. Aegon also pledged to remain neutral in the conflict.

Jacaerys was disappointed, but he understood. He hugged both Aegon and Cregan, telling them that he respected their decisions and hoped that they would remain friends despite the conflict. Aegon and Cregan held each other tightly, both knowing that the war would test their relationship like never before.

As the war continued to rage, Aegon and Cregan remained in Winterfell, watching from afar as their respective sides fought for the Iron Throne. Aegon and Jace never wrote letters again to each other, knowing that their relationship would be forever changed by the conflict.

Eventually, the war came to an end, with Aegon's side emerging victorious. Aegon and Cregan knew that they would have to return to King's Landing, where Aegon would be hailed as a hero and Cregan would be welcomed back as a loyal servant of the King.

Upon returning to the capital after all those years, Aegon and Cregan were greeted with mixed emotions. On the one hand, Aegon was relieved to be back in his homeland after so many years in the North. On the other hand, he couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and anxiety about his affair with Jacaerys and the fact that he had a child with him.

As for Cregan, he was both excited and apprehensive to be back in the heart of the Seven Kingdoms. He had heard stories of the war and the devastation it had wrought, and he knew that the city would not be the same as he remembered it.

Despite their trepidation, Aegon and Cregan were determined to make the best of their return. They settled into their home in the capital and tried to re-establish connections with the friends and acquaintances they had left behind.

However, their reunion was not without its challenges. Aegon struggled to reconcile his love for Jacaerys with his loyalty to the House, while Cregan had to come to terms with the fact that his first-born child was not his own.

In the end, Aegon and Cregan found solace in each other's company, and they resolved to face whatever the future held together. They knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but they were determined to do what they could to make the best of their situation.

As for Jacaerys, Aegon and Cregan never saw him again after the war. It was rumored that he had perished in battle, but there was no way to know for sure. Aegon sometimes wondered what might have been if things had been different, but he knew that he had to accept the choices he had made and move on with his life.

So that’s what AI wrote (with small editing) Crazy isn’t it???? I’m amused that it strongly stans for “Cregon”

But here’s my own thoughts of what could happen in this story line:

Jace came to Winterfall, hoping to get support from the North and Aegon (with Sunfyre). He promised the position at small council for Cregan, less tax on the northerners, and Cregan’s son Rickon (he had with his first wife, heir to the Lord of Winterfall) get to be Rhaenyra’s cup bearer.

And their oldest daughter, Alyssa (which was actually he and Aegon’s and they all know the truth), would be adopted by himself instead of living in Winterfall. He would cherish his own daughter, give her everything a true princess could have and even marry her to his future sons so she gets to be Queen of seven kingdoms. Since her last name was still Stark, this marriage would be considered as the friendship between Iron Throne and the North.

Those genuine terms eventually moved Cregan and Aegon. Cregan called the bannerman and was getting ready for heading south. Aegon decided to fly to capital himself to negotiate with Alicent and Aemond who was crowned King now with a great number of army and largest dragon beneath him.

Jacaerys wanted to go with him but Aegon said it’s too dangerous for he was heir to Rhaenyra. But Jace told him he worried about Luke’s safety.

Aemond kept Lucerys captive a while ago and sent messages to Rhaenyra, saying he already claimed Luke, and if Rhaenyra bent the knee, he would crown his omega Lucerys as his Queen or he would torture him painfully. Rhaenyra was deadly mad as he stole her favorite son and defiled him. She wanted nothing but Aemond’s head on a spike.

Aegon flew to the capital by himself anyway. He pretended he came to support the Green. He was good at lying (saying Cregan abused him these years) so Aemond didn’t get so suspicious or let guards take him. And a few days later he even saw “the prisoner” Lucerys, who was so lively, healthy and unmarked. Aemond didn’t even lay a finger on him although said million cruel words to him (like I will marry other noble omega and you only deserve to be my breeding whore) and Luke simply ignored him.

Aegon asked what’s all this about, and Aemond admit his obsessed love to Luke. They have long been lovers and hookup’s partners since young but Luke refused Aemond to claim him like 200 times. Aegon suggested Aemond could reach a peace deal with their sister, telling her the truth. But Aemond was like “i wanna lucerys has no one but me and realizes I’m only one there for him, his King, his Alpha.”

Aegon didn’t know how to talk sense into his dickhead brother so he had to talk with Luke to soften him. He already raised several kids now but he never felt so troubled with those two big babies.

Ten-second trivia: WHO’s the father of Aegon’s baby?

Imagine the King’s first and Omega son Aegon was found out to be preggo without getting married. Rumors were flying around Kingslanding and everyone in the city was guessing who fathered Aegon’s unborn children. This became the number one topic in all the taverns, gambling houses, or even brothels.

Games were set and the hot candidates were his siblings, Helaena and Aemond Targaryen. Some others bet their money on the Rogue Prince, Daemon Targaryen, Harwin Strong (in this universe he didn’t leave KL) and Ser Criston Cole, the princes’ master-at-arms.

Aegon at first experienced pregnancy heat and been sleeping, not knowing all of these. When he woke up, he found it all entertaining and quite enjoyable. He refused to reveal the baby’s father no matter how Alicent forced him to. He wandered in Red Keep and pissed off everyone he met including the King’s Hand, Otto Hightower.

The votes changed everyday with every news updated. Like Ser Criston escorted Prince Aegon to Kingswood the other day or Helaena was flying dragons with Aegon today. When Rhaenyra and her family visited KL, there was rumors about the princess decided to take her younger brother as the second wife as Aegon the Conqueror.

Meanwhile Jacaerys Velaryon wondered why no one assumed it could be him. Aegon was like “cause you are too righteous and pure as virgin in the smallfolk’s eyes. Now stop pouting and come listen to our baby’s heartbeats”