#☼ | lila : about

[crossover-enthusiast]

📷 ☼

No idea what half of these auz mean but

Tbf I don't either

I will be using Skid and Pump because. It's me of course I'm using them

AU ask game

📷 - Steampunk AU

I don't know a lot about steampunk but from the basic jist I get?

Skid and Pump would be little adventurers searching for parts to bring back. Their families own a joint building business and even they're a bit too young to competently build, they still want to help (especially Skid since Lila does a lot of the planning and building)

They also frequently hitch rides on aircrafts to get around. People usually don't even realize they're their until they make themselves known

☼ - Galaxy/Alien AU

Okay but fr though these guys would be intrinsically connected to Eyes. Like little disciples of him, though since they're young they just explore and have fun

Also the ring bands around the head is a running trait in Skid's family. They'll grow bigger as he ages

[chaoticallywriting]

A Merciful King ☼ Chapter Four

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen II x Reader, Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Warnings: Violence against women, choking, angst, vaginal fingering, female receiving oral, p n v sex, unprotected sex (i mean she’s already preggers guys)

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N:  I originally posted this series on TheGreensWhore. Unfortunately I got shadowbanned on there so I’m reposting all of amk onto here and will be posting further chapters on here instead of there.

Synopsis: The war is over, the blacks have lost, and as Rhaenrya’s daughter it is your duty to marry a green to secure your younger brothers safety. If only Aemond paid attention to you like his brother does.

Previously || Next

It’s a month and a half later when everyone finds out. By now you're three and a half months along and all you want is to devour sweets (and any fruit) you can get your hands on. You wake up without blood on the sheets for another month, your handmaidens eye each other suspiciously before one finds the courage to speak up.

Marial fiddles with her hands before meekly asking, “have you gone to a maester, your grace?”

“What for?” You know you aren’t the best liar in the family, but you're decent. Furrowing your brows, you tilt your head and eye Marial. You play dumb brilliantly apparently because Myra speaks up next.

“You haven’t bled in months, your grace.”

Your eyes widen as you pick up a small honey cake. Your other hand comes to your stomach as you feign shock.

“Really? Oh my, we should definitely call for one then.” Lila turns her back to the others as she fills your cup with grapefruit juice. It’s another thing you’ve been craving. There’s a knowing look on her face that she hides from the rest.

Marial leaves soon after to fetch one while Lila and Myra do your hair. You softly hum to yourself as they do, thinking about the night before. Almost every night, Aegon has come to you through a secret passage in your wall. You didn’t know about it and find it slightly frightening, but Aegon assured you no one used it. Sometimes he would fuck you, which you’ve grown to like and even sometimes seem to crave. While other times he just holds you. Almost always he falls asleep with his head on your chest and leaves before you wake.

You’ve come to like his presence and find yourself unable to sleep when he doesn’t come. There’s only been two other times besides last night that he did not grace you with his presence. You never asked where he went because you had an idea of what his answer may be.

You're yawning into your hand when Maester Grant and Alicent come waltzing in. The queen mother is grinning from ear to ear when she enters and stands beside the maester throughout his questioning. His questions are simple and you answer them quickly. After only a few minutes, he announces you must be pregnant. Alicent slaps her hands together to look like a prayer and brings them to her mouth as she smiles.

Her reaction makes you sad. At this moment, you wish for your mother and are reminded of how she’ll never meet your child. Suddenly this pregnancy, the one you've been hiding and pretending doesn’t exist, finally becomes real. Alicent distracts your melancholic thoughts by telling the maester he may go before turning back to you.

She walks over and takes your hands in hers, a bright smile on her face. “Motherhood will suit you well, my dear. I already see how well you take to it with your brothers.”

You smile, hands gripping hers. “Thank you, your grace. I am extremely nervous, though.”

Alicent brings her hands up to cup your cheeks, you rest your own against your stomach. She’s never been mean to you since you married Aemond. At first, she tried to have tea with you every day, but as your depression grew you tended to seclude yourself. One day during tea she had said something that stuck with you, something you think of every time you look in the mirror.

“You look just like her. Your face is the exact same.”

You knew she meant your mother. You also know they used to be childhood friends. You can only assume that she finds comfort with your presence, maybe she can pretend your mother is still alive. That everything is fine and everyone survived.

“Do not fret. I believe once you give him a babe, he’ll start to see you in a new light. If he’s so obsessed with his other child, then imagine how he’ll be with yours.”

You imagine he’ll be indifferent, but you don’t tell her that. You only nod and let her have her useless hope. Alicent requests you spend the afternoon with her and shows you fabrics for gowns that must (according to her) be made for when your belly grows.

There’s tea and many sweets are scattered across the table as she fingers a deep green fabric with lace detailing. Everything is green, that much you expected, but still find yourself disappointed.

After a long discussion on which fabrics to choose, you find yourself walking to the library. You have two missions that require heading there. One, you wish to find any Targaryen names that you may like for the babe. You have a vague idea of ones you already like, but want to skim some old history books to see if there are any others.

You’ve read almost every book about your family's history and old homeland. Your childhood consisted of you obsessed over texts and becoming entranced by such grandiose stories.

Number Two is a bit tricky. You know, Aemond spends most of his time there when he’s not training. Since Ser Cole is with Alicent you can only assume he’s in there. As you weave around the shelves, books in your arms, you keep your eyes open for the one eyed prince. It doesn’t take long to find him lounging by the fireplace, long legs elegantly crossed as he leans against the arm rest, book in hand.

You place your books on a desk not far from him and grab the first one before taking the seat across from him. He eyes the spine as you open it, brow raised.

“Any particular reason for the history lesson?”

“A maester visited me this morning.”

There’s a beat of silence. His cool expression doesn’t change, but he clenches his book between his hands.

“Okay.”

“Are you going to keep avoiding me?”

“Mhmm.”

“Do you really want this baby to grow up with two parents who can’t stand to be in the same room as one another?”

He sighs, closing his book and staring at you. He doesn’t look like he used to. Aemond seems defeated, you can tell by his stature and the look within his eye. He’s slowly becoming a shell of himself, which scares you. It seems everyone has lost themselves due to that useless war. You only wish it never happened.

“ I do not, but I can’t help feeling like I’m betraying her when I’m near you.”

“Look I… I was raised with an interesting family situation regarding my father or fathers. I also know that when we were little, you told me Viserys didn’t care about you.”

Aemond scoffs. The one eyed prince stands, tossing his book onto the table beside him before walking over to the window. His hands are clasped behind him as he peers out of the glass. He can never stand to be near you for long, something that stabs your heart.

“I don’t want that for this babe. I don’t want confusion on who to love or look up to. I don’t want them to feel like they have to fight for your love, either.”

Tossing the book aside, you stand as well, walking over to him and peering up at Aemond. He’s much taller than you, if he looked away from the window he’d have to look down to meet your eyes. But he doesn’t move, you only know he knows you're beside him by the tick in his jaw.

“Do you want to subject a child to the way you felt as one? Is your son going to be your Rheanrya? For someone so smart, I find it unbelievable you’ll willingly repeat the mistakes of your own fath-”

Aemond’s hand wraps around your throat before he can stop himself, his cool expression transforming to one of unbridled rage. Your body smacks into the wall behind you and your vision swims with small black dots.

You wheeze as you fight to keep your hands by your sides and not grip at his own. You won’t look weak to him anymore. Not only that, but you now have the upper hand. You’re done being ignored.

“Say another word about me and I’ll squeeze harder” he threatens. It’s empty though because if you die his son won’t be safe. The realm won’t be safe. Your life is the only thing keeping the ever weakening thread of peace from snapping. He knows this. Aemond is a smart man, one you sometimes admire. Killing you would be a massive mistake. One that might cost him both his families.

“You’re a coward and a kinslayer. You owe me this after you murdered my little brother in cold blood.” He squeezes harder, your words come out in gasps. “Perhaps I’ll name my son Lucerys and teach him how to wield a knife, just as my brother did!”

Aemond’s eye widens in a mixture of shock and rage. He squeezes you hard enough to have you finally begin to panic before he finally lets go and tosses you to the floor. You fall to the floor in a gasping heap, hands smacking against the stone upon impact. One of your wrists stings while your other hand comes up to softly clutch your bruising neck.

You glance up at your husband, eyes filled with the hate you slowly find seeping into your bones. You’ve tried so hard to be agreeable, to be pretty and nice. To be the perfect wife or friend, and yet he still hates you.

Still clings to some fucked up honor code like he’s the epitome of the perfect man. He almost killed you and your babe. The war has changed the smart man you once knew. But also what did you expect? Killing your brother was just as stupid, and yet he still did that.

Aemond glances at you with an unreadable expression before quickly striding away. Leaving the library and never looking back.

“I could have him hanged!” Aegon is the picture of rage as you sip on the tea the maester gave you. Your throat is bruised, and you find it hurts to speak or swallow.

Maester Orlo said to drink this horrid concoction morning, noon, and night and your throat would be better in a few days. Nothing could be done with the bruise on your neck or your sore wrist, but at least you’d be able to talk again without being in pain.

“Nothing good would come of that,” you rasp out. “You’ve bruised me before, too.”

Aegon stops his pacing and walks over to where you sit, placing his goblet on the table and kneeling before you, one hand softly grazing your bruise. You flinch when his fingers touch the sensitive skin and eye him curiously.

“You liked it when I bruised you, I saw it in your eyes. Are you telling me you liked this?” You’ve seen this look before, at the consummation. He looks angry, but also something else. Lips pursed and brows furrowed with that look in his eyes you can’t place. “Do you want him touching you like I have?”

Jealousy, that’s the only thing you can think of. There was a hint of it that first night when he ranted about Aemond getting everything. He breathes heavily as he watches you, hands holding your hips.

“I never said that, Aegon.” You place the teacup onto the table beside you before cupping his cheeks. He leans into your touch and closes his eyes, letting out a content sigh. When he’s not fucking you, all Aegon seems to want is your affection, constantly. It’s a lovely change from being ignored. “You saw how I was that night with him.”

He kisses the palm of your hand before resting his head on your lap, lashes fluttering against his pale cheeks as he contently sighs.

“Mother will set him right tomorrow. She’s the only one he listens to” he murmurs before wrapping his arms around and pulling you closer, nuzzling your stomach. “Aemond better not have hurt my child though, or all will know he’s mine by the way I’ll publicly punish him.”

You warm at his words, a small smile spreading across your face as you card your fingers through his hair. This is all so wrong, but you’re tired of being lonely and Aegon is actually rather sweet to you.

“The babe is fine, my darling.” He practically preens at your words, squeezing you tighter and humming. “I’ve never seen you like this about Jaehaera and Maelor.”

Or Jaehaerys, but you don’t say that. No one mentions him, and you understand why. It’s easier to forget the dead than to constantly remember them, to think of them every day. It eats you up until your only bone and sorrow, no happiness, joy, or even a soul left. Grief can destroy you. It’s easier for you to pretend your mom and brothers are alive. That Baela and Rhaena are back on Dragonstone or Driftmark. It’s just easier to pretend.

“They don’t like me. They won’t talk when I’m around or even look at me, it’s better if I leave them be.”

You pull his face away from your stomach, so he can look into your eyes. Your hands cup his cheeks and your thumb strokes his cheek bone. He smiles and closes his eyes, eating up your affection like a child with cake.

“You are their father, Aegon. Please try with them, if not for me, than for the babe. They deserve your love and attention as much as this baby does. I would like him to have siblings who have a loving relationship with their father.”

He merely nods at your words, his smile turning into a frown as he thinks of all the ways bonding with them may go wrong. He’d try for you though, tomorrow morning he’ll march into the nursery and give it his best shot.

“Okay,” he murmurs, leaning up on his knees and kissing you. It’s delicate and sweet, you find yourself sliding your fingers into his hair and sighing into the kiss. He smiles against your lips and deepens it.

Ever since you’ve started reciprocating his affections, he’s become giddy to see you every day. All thoughts revolve around his nights with you, he finds himself distracted during small council meetings or interactions with anyone. Thoughts plagued with you and only you.

“I love you,” his words slip out without a second to think them over, his lips grazing yours. You feel him tense underneath your hands as you stop raking them through his hair. You're frozen at his confession, having no clue how to feel.

He pulls away from you upon hearing your silence, eyes burning with betrayal and hurt. Aegon looks like a wounded puppy as he stands and walks over to the door. He stops as his hand grazes the knob and storms back over to you without a second thought.

“Do you not love me?!”

You jump at the volume of his voice and quickly stand, trying to shush him as you panic. You both are usually so quiet in case anyone passes by your doors. If they hear him, everything will be over. Unfortunately, your panic only serves to fuel his anger and scowls, tears swelling in his eyes.

“Don’t try to quiet me! Let's tell the whole castle of your trickster ways, letting me into your bed just to use me… What even for?”

“Aegon…” You shake your head as your voice finally finds you. Hesitantly, you take a few small steps in his direction, stopping in front of the broken man. You raise your hands to cup his cheeks, but he flinches away from your touch. Your heart burns at his rejection, your own eyes beginning to tear up.

“We are playing a dangerous game, why can you not see that? You always assure me everything will be fine, and yet we’re both married! With everyone thinking this babe is his, there will be no way to annul our marriage. How can I say those words out loud when I know tragedy lurks around the corner, it edges closer every time we meet.”

“I could kill him.”

You shake your head, the tears now racing down your cheeks. His cheeks are streaked with his own, eyes turning red as he continues to cry.

“You would never, and I would never ask that of you.” Once more you try to touch him and this time he relents. Your fingers delicately wipe away his tears before cupping his cheeks. Aegon leans into your touch as he always does, always starved for any affection. “How can this end with us happy?”

“I have never loved someone as I love you. I love you more than my own family, you’ve shown me a kindness and patience none of them ever have. I…” He presses his forehead against your own, taking a deep breath in as if it's his last one. “I have loved you since we were children, I was denied your hand and forced to marry my sister. I’ll burn everything to the ground to keep this happiness. After all this suffering, I will not lose the sweet taste of your lips against my own.”

His words chill you to the bone. This declaration is enough to start a war, and you can’t figure out if you're terrified or overjoyed. You’ve felt for so long that you are unlovable. That your existence will be one of misery and loneliness, and yet the most unlikely person has stepped up to show you otherwise.

“Just say it… please.” Your heart breaks at the crack in his voice, at the desperation he’s displaying. You can’t help but cry harder as you feel for this man in front of you. Both so desperate for love that it eats you alive.

He must mistake your tears for rejection, and you feel him begin to pull away, physically and mentally. Shaking your head rapidly, you crash your lips onto his to keep him near you, it’s nothing romantic. Teeth clash against teeth and tongues slide against one another.

You pour your nearly broken heart into this kiss, trying to show him how much you need him to stay. How you’ll finally break if he leaves. All the cracks within your beating heart have been glued by him, you find if you're alone again everything will fall apart. It’s only when you feel yourself grow lightheaded do you pull away to try to breathe. You're both gasping for air as you press your foreheads together, noses bumping one another and lips nearly touching.

“I love you too,” you whisper. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Aegon pulls you back into a kiss, gripping your waist to try to pull you closer. Your bodies practically meld into one as his arms wrap around you to keep you close. Your arms wrap around his neck as you kiss him back, moaning into the kiss. It’s desperate and hungry, begging for everything you have. You give it to him without second thought, your mouth opening as you moan. His tongue slips inside without a second to spare.

Your knees hit the back of your bed, and he pushes you against it, falling onto the cushiony mattress with you, lips never leaving yours. Your hands pull at the ends of his curly hair, invoking a moan from deep within his chest as he pulls away from your lips. His hands slide to the bottom of your nightgown which has bunched around your waist and pulls it off of you. Your hands find his shirt and help him pull it off before he’s momentarily pulling away to take his pants off.

You find those few seconds without his touch unbearable and reach towards him while whining. He smirks at you, eyes lidded before climbing back between your legs, leaning down to press kisses up your thighs. You impatiently groan and try to tug him back up your body, thighs trying to rub together for any chance of friction. By now he’s fucked you enough to have you used to the feel of his cock within you, and you want it now.

“I can’t possibly fuck you yet, I haven’t even tasted you.”

You keen at his words and watch as he teasingly licks a slow strip through your folds, making you groan as you both maintain eye contact. He continues doing that for a few moments before kitten licking your bud. You feel one of his fingers pressing at your entrance before slowly sliding inside of you, he quickly adds a second one after a few slow thrusts and watches you impatiently grind your hips against his tongue and fingers.

The feel of him chuckling against you only makes you more aroused. Aegon stops his teasing and latches onto your bud, sucking the sensitive bundle before adding a third finger and making a come hither motion inside of you. Your head rolls back at his motions, and soon your moans fill the bedchambers, overtaking the crackling of fire and the sound of your wetness. Your hands delve back into his hair, and you tug on the stands as you continue to grind against him while whining.

“C-Close… So close.” Your words only spur him on, his other hand goes to press against your hips to keep you still as he speeds up, rapidly hitting your sensitive spot inside. You find yourself at a loss for words as you arch your back and squeeze your eyes shut, coming against his fingers and tongue. He continues through your orgasm and only stops after you’ve calmed down.

Aegon pulls his fingers out of you and moves up to your face, pressing his fingers against your lips. You greedily accept his offer and moan around his long digits as you taste yourself. He groans at the sight and quickly pulls them away from you, so he lined himself up with your entrance.

Your mouth falls open in a breathy moan as he slowly thrusts inside you, his eyes briefly closing as he moans at the feeling of you squeezing around him. You always take him so well, and he can’t help but feel that you were made for him.

“Say it again” his voice is raspy as he makes his demands, keeping still inside you as his eyes meet your own. You look so pretty beneath him, eyes half lidded and pupils blown. Lips bruised from his kisses and cheeks flushed. He decides he wants a commission of you like this, but also doesn’t want anyone else to see you the way he does.

“I-I love you,” you moan. Your hands cup his cheeks and pull him down for a bruising kissing. Aegon begins to fuck you at a brutal pace that you're loudly moaning within his mouth. His thrusts are hard and fast, and he’s hitting that sensitive spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Your tongues messily slide against one another as you wrap your legs around him, pulling him even closer.

If someone were to talk in right now, they wouldn’t have a clue as to where you begin, and he ends. You're consumed by him, completely and irrevocably. His scent fills you and his kisses leave you thoughtless. His own thrusts make you obsessed with him, and you find that you never want this to end.

One of his hands slides down and begins to circle your nub. He barely pulls away from your lips to watch as you groan. He can feel how close you are by the way your walls convulse around him, and he finds himself close as well. You move your hips in time with his thrusts as your nails claw his back, turning him on further.

“Fuck!” You cry out as you come around his cock, back arching and legs shaking, eyes squeezed shut. Aegon thrusts a few times as he tries to fuck you through your orgasm once before his hips stutter, and he spills inside you. His head nestles into the crook of your neck as he moans, cock twitching inside of you.

You both stay like that, wrapped around one another, while you catch your breath. He begins to pepper kisses down your neck, making sure to avoid the hand shaped bruise around your neck. You blissfully sigh as you feel sleepiness begin to overcome you.

“I will find a way to make us have a happy ending.” His words do little to calm the anxiety that's always lurking in the pit of your stomach. But you nod anyway and pull him away from your neck to peck his lips. He smiles into it and wraps his arms around you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And you really do, which you find terrifies you. Love has no place in the dangerous game you both play, and yet it’s blossomed between the cracks and made itself at home inside the both of you. It’s shocking to know that this is the man who makes you feel safe and happy. Who brings a smile to your face and makes you think the future doesn’t look so bad.

But you also don’t believe in fairy tales, and you find yourself far too jaded to believe his words. You only hope this ends with you all alive and not another mindless war. You’d rather end yourself then deal with another one. But you won’t tell him any of that, it’ll only hurt him, and you don’t wish to do that. So instead, you brush your fingers through his hair and listen to his soft breathing. You stay like that until eventually sleep takes you too.

[auroracalisto]

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[falcqns]

Could you write something where Steve Roger's daughter is obsessed with his shield and always plays with it when it's at home, like sitting on it, sliding down the stairs, spinning on it, hiding under it and crawling everywhere as if she were a 🐢 . And when steve tries to take it from here she gets all mad at him🥺 .So he gets her , her own little shield 🥺🥺🥺

𝖉𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖞'𝖘 𝖆 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖑𝖊!

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Steve Rogers x ofc!Lila, Steve Rogers x mom!Reader

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: fluff!

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: thank you for this request and I hope you enjoy!

Lila Natalia Rogers is the light of Steve's life. ever since she entered this world screaming, letting the doctors know what she thought about the bright lights, she had her Daddy wrapped around her little finger.

Steve couldn't say no to little Lila, and that was why he kept ending up in situations like this one.

you were gone for the weekend with Wanda, leaving Vision with Billy and Tommy and Steve with Lila.

the three kids had gotten together earlier to play, despite the fact that her cousins were much older, and they had planted the idea in Lila's head that her daddy looked like a turtle when he had the shield on his back.

that's how he ended up on the couch, watching Lila hide under the shield and crawl around with it on her back, doing an imitation of Steve, the best imitation a 2 and a half year old can do.

he had tried to take it away from her, but that resulted in a tantrum, and Steve was keen to avoid those. all of a sudden, Lila threw the shield off her body, and ran down the hallway, and Steve foolishly thought that the act was over, and they could move onto colouring, when she ran back in with his cowl on her head.

it was too big for her, the bottom of it almost reaching her mouth, and it was swaying back and forth as she ran back into the room. "otay, Dada, watch dis." she said, and Steve had to hold back his laughter when she tried (and failed) to pick up the shield that was the same height as her. he did bust out laughing however when she tried one last time. she took a deep breath in, grasped the sides of it, and pulled with all the strength she had in her body, and managed to get it a few inches off the ground before she lost her balance and she fell flat on her back, the cowl flying off her head, the shield landing on top of her.

"Dada! 'top laffin'!" she exclaimed, her eyes tearing up. he stopped laughing immediately and scooped his little girl up.

"shh, Dada's sorry for laughing. why don't I talk to Uncle Tony and see if we can get you your own shield, huh?" he asked, and his heart melted at the ecstatic smile that spread on his baby's face.

two days later, and Lila had her own shield. it was made from a softer material, a mix between rubber, silicone and plastic, along with a cowl that had the letter L on it rather than an A.

it was your turn to sit on the couch and watch the demonstration of how quickly your tiny baby girl had picked up from her Dada as she whipped her shield at Steve, hitting him in the stomach expertly. he pretended to be seriously hurt and die, all while Lila giggled hysterically.

he flopped on the floor, and Lila tried once more to pry the shield off her daddy's back, but failed when Steve sat up and scooped her up. her eyes drifted over to the window where the snow was coming down in droves.

"can we go sleddin'?" she asked you, and you nodded, lifting her from your husbands arms.

"only if we can use Daddy's shield as a sled," you quipped, and Steve sighed but handed the circle of vibranium over. you grabbed it, and took off in the other direction with Lila in your arms.

"we got Daddy's shield!" you exclaimed as Steve chased after you.

"Daddy's a naked turtle now!" Lila screamed.

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A Merciful King ☼ Chapter Two

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen II x Reader

Warnings: mentions of assault, cursing, mentions of blood, mentions of violence and death.

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N:  I originally posted this series on TheGreensWhore. Unfortunately I got shadowbanned on there so I’m reposting all of amk onto here and will be posting further chapters on here instead of there.

Synopsis: The war is over, the blacks have lost, and as Rhaenrya’s daughter it is your duty to marry a green to secure your younger brothers safety. If only Aemond paid attention to you like his brother does.

Previously || Next

The next morning was a different type of nightmare. Anxiety riddled your bones as you peeled away from him, climbing out of bed at the first ray of light with a wince. Your hands were shaking as you redid the bindings of your dress and smooth down your skirts and hair before making a break for it.

At this early hour, the only ones awake were guards and very few servants. You only hoped that your diligence was enough,spending weeks after that night praying to any god that may hear you for forgiveness… and maybe a little luck.

The godswood became a place that you spent most of your time, occasionally even bringing your little brothers with you. In those days you tried to teach them of the old Valyrian gods and the ways of your ancestors, but it was obvious that the septons teaching them had already begun to plague their minds with that of the seven.

You felt like a foreigner in those moments. You had no one who cared about your ancestors, not anymore. The ways of your people were being wiped out, leaving you to wonder what Aegon the conqueror thought of it all.

You had heard that Aemond would read extensively about old Valryia, but you scarcely saw him. He had arrived a few days after Aegon’s assault, smelling of her and trying his best to ignore your presence. When you had desperately tried to bed him once more, he left the room, claiming he was tired.

It left you feeling panicked, you had even tried to ply him with wine, but he seemed to understand your motives and had yelled at you before flying back to Harrenhal a day earlier than what was intended. You had cried that day, sitting on the floor of your bedchamber, for you knew you were doomed.

You couldn’t trust anyone in the castle. They got rid of your supporters and confidants the second your grandfather had died, leaving no one to ask for moon tea. Your nerves frayed every moon that passed, your bleed refusing to come.It was a quick assumption, but you were always on time and have never missed a bleeding since your first blossom at the age of twelve. Aegon had succeeded and you were doomed. Soon the handmaidens would notice and probably let Alicent know.

You weren’t a fool to think she didn’t have spies in the castle, only an idiot wouldn’t, and she was a very smart woman. She played the game successfully and almost everything had gone her way. Most of her family still lived, unlike yours, and the kingdom would remain in her bloodline.

You had one handmaiden you did trust, Lila. She was always gentle with you in the mornings and was the only one to try to talk to you when readying you for the day. She had even tried to encourage you with Aemond whenever he’d stay in the red keep, reminding you of your beauty and position. You know it’s thanks to her that you always have the freshest honey cakes and why there was always candied lemons in your room. Lila made it all a little bearable, and you came to consider her as a friend.

It was why you had sat her down one-day while the rest readied a bath for you, your voice that of a whisper, “I need you to do something for me, but you must promise not to tell a soul.” Her eyes widened at that, you hardly asked for anything these days, and never once have you been so serious when doing so. “I need a vial of blood, it does not matter which kind or from where, but I need it by tonight, and I will need one every night for the next five days.”

You usually only bled for that long, something she must have picked up on because her eyes glanced down at your stomach. Lila was a smart woman, that much you knew. Part of that scared you, but you hoped you could trust her, she was the only one you could count on to do this.

You gently grabbed her hands, holding them in your own and desperately looking into her eyes. You could hear the other handmaidens finishing up and knew there was not much time left.

“Please.”

Lila nods, her face grim as she pulls her hands away from yours and stands. “I believe your bath is ready, your grace.”

The water is warm and smells of citrus and sage, a smell you’ve always liked. You spend far too long in the water, head leaning against the metal rim and staring off into space. You’ve felt so tired lately, and you know it must be because of the babe in your belly.

By the time your handmaidens successfully get you out of the water, you find your skin pruny and hair tangled. They made quick work of both, and you find yourself in one of the few gowns you can tolerate, a square collared forest green dress that shows off your shoulders and collarbones.

After the assault, you had dressed yourself until the bruise on your neck faded. Only wearing high collared dresses Alicent had made for you. Now with all the evidence gone, you let the girls primp you as they would every day, fixing a wrinkle here or there and dabbing a light pink cream onto your cheeks.

After your surrender, Alicent had a new wardrobe made for you, one filled with modest dresses in varying shades of green. Your favorites out of the collection were the few that reminded you of before. They showed some of your skin and made you feel like you could breathe, you only assumed Helaena had to be thanks to that, for you knew Alicent hated those dresses.

You used to love the shade of green. You often admired your Uncles and Aunt’s clothes as a child, and often found yourself dreamily looking at the deep green leaves on a tree. There was beauty in such a natural color, but not anymore. Now green plagues your nightmares, reminding you of the decimation of your family. The beheading of your mother and your imprisonment. For what was all this if not a jewel speckled prison?

It was almost funny that they had to dress you in green. It was as if they feared if you looked like a true Targaryen once more, a rebellion would rise up. How scared they were - fearing more unrest if you wore a red dress.

Up until today, you’ve avoided Aegon at all costs. It was relatively easy since you only left your chambers to go to the godswoods with your brothers. Such a holy place had no room for the debauchery that Aegon liked to commit to, so you never had to worry about him there.

But today you had to tell him of your pregnancy. Perhaps since it was only midday he would be somewhat sober, or would just be waking up. Maybe he’ll have a clear enough head to realize the predicament he’s put you in. The walk to his room was quick, he’ll just be waking up, so there won’t need to be any worry about him being elsewhere.

A guard announces your presence to Aegon before you enter and closes the door behind you, trapping you with him once more. You have little time today, no doubt Alicents spies have already spotted you entering her son's rooms.

Aegon’s room is a mess, as usual. Clothes are strewn about from the day before and there’s an empty pitcher on the floor that you kick as you walk over to his bed where he lazed. He blinks up at you when you stop by his side of the bed and smirks.

“Well, hello, come back for more?” When he reaches for your hand, you take a hasty step back, memories of that night playing in your head. All the nights that followed that fateful event have been plagued with thoughts of him. Despite your struggle, you find your dreams filled with lust as they replay that night over and over again. You don’t understand yourself anymore.

“I’m pregnant,” you deadpan. You wring your hands out as he sits up. Aegon smilies a mischievous smile as he looks you up and down, eyes stopping at your stomach. “I-I tried to get him to lay with me or at least get drunk enough to make him think we did, but… He wouldn’t let me.”

The room is silent as you begin to panic, your resolve crumbling. He doesn’t seem to get how detrimental this all is for you as he reaches for you once more, grabbing your hands and pulling you to the edge of his bed.

“He could have my head, o-or punish my brothers. Everyone will know this babe isn’t his and that I am…” you squeeze your eyes shut, beginning to shake as you feel yourself get more worked up. “I am a whore now.”

“I’m glad he didn’t touch you, I meant what I said that night.” His hands come up to cup your cheeks, pulling your face down to his, you try to pull away, but he just tightens his grip. “You are mine now, I wouldn’t want him touching what is mi-”

Alicent storms into the room, interrupting whatever he was saying. Within seconds, you finally pull yourself away, using his surprise to your advantage. Even with you several steps away from him, the scene before Alicent could still be compromising. You only hope she sees you as the victim in any assumptions she might make.

She stops as she takes you both in, you think you notice a brief flash of relief pass through her features, but it's quickly masked with annoyance. She walks over to the bed that Aegon has now sat up in and sighs.

“Aemond is back, and he’s not happy,” she starts, eyeing you before continuing. “He found out about the delays.”

Delays? You furrow your brows and try to seem interested in your hands while listening, hoping that if you remain quiet, they’ll somehow both forget you're here.

“Well, maybe he should have thought of the consequences of avoiding his duties-” He glanced at you before getting out of bed, his sheet wrapped around his waist. “I’d like to point out that not even I did that.”

Ahh, so whatever it is about you. She rubs her face before letting out a deep sigh. “Then we must sit him down and talk to him. Put on clothes and meet me in my apartments. I’ll have Sir Cole fetch him for me…” she glances at you, and then him. “Y/n, come along.”

You follow after Alicent, casting a glance to Aegon as you both leave. He began to slide his sheet off at the sight of your eyes, beginning to smirk as the door slams shut. You can tell your cheeks are flushed and find yourself shaking your head to make your hair hide your face.

Thankfully, she stays a step or two ahead of you the whole time, muttering to herself about the nonsense she must deal with. Upon entering her apartments, you find yourself hesitantly taking a seat on one of the benches, hands clenched together on your lap. Your heart is pounding so much that you fear that she can hear it as she takes a seat across from you.

“I’m surprised to have found you in my son's chambers.” You bite the inside of your cheek as you glance up at the queen mother, trying to find some type of lie that she might believe. But she’s smart, you know this, and you find it hard to come up with the right words.

“I was…” You take a shuddering breath, “I was asking the king to consider an annulment, but he seemed against it.”

Alicent’s eyes widen, but before she can say anything Aemond enters with Sir Cole trailing behind him. He looks between the two of you, taking in her shocked expression and yours of guilt. He probably thinks you’ve caused her grief, which isn’t far from the truth, but whatever this meeting is about cannot be because of you.

You remember first seeing him all grown up when you came to hear about the petitions for Driftmark. Your mind consisted of girlish thoughts regarding his handsome features and drifted into what ifs. The night of the family dinner, you even found yourself sneaking glances at him now and then. All he did was scowl in your direction anytime you two shared a glance.

“Mother?” He walks up to her bench as she stands and looks her over. “I was on my way to see grandsire, Sir Cole said you had something important to say?”

She touches his cheek, letting out a deep sigh before nodding. “Yes, why don’t you have a seat? Aegon should be here shortly, and then we can discuss the news.”

She gestures to the spot beside you, which Aemond begrudgingly takes. It’s a rather long couch and yet once he sits down the distance between you two seems to lengthen. Each of you is seated on either side, with enough space for one or two people to sit between you. A picture-perfect couple, if you say so yourself.

The uncomfortable silence that follows thankfully doesn’t last long because the king finally arrives with a goblet in hand and clothes on his body. You find a piece of yourself sad about the latter and mentally scold your dirty mind for such an indecent thought. All of you rise and get formalities out of the way, your eyes never meeting his for fear that somehow it would give away your thoughts.

Aegon looks between you and Aemond and smirks at the space between one another before sitting down on the same bench as his mother. He slowly takes a sip from his goblet and raises his glass to Aemond.

“Such a lovely couple, don’t you agree, mother?”

Alicent looks up at the tapestries behind you before sighing. “Not now Aegon.” She directs her attention to Aemond, sometimes glancing at you and occasionally picks at her fingers, she’s tense and maybe even a little scared. “We have been delaying Alys’s Ladyship and also the legitimization of her bastard.”

Aemonds jaw clenches, his hand tightly gripping the armrest while he stares at his mother. The love and care that were once in his eyes are now muddled with unbridled rage.

“Why?” His voice is low, but there is no mistaking the anger laced within such a small word. “Harrenhal is currently a mess, for she technically holds no authority. You are allowing such a thing to happen for wha-”

“Maybe because you won’t stop fucking her?” Aegon smirks as Aemond scowls at his brother and goes to stand up. You try to grab his wrist to keep him seated, but he shakes your hand off. Your cheeks flame with embarrassment, and anger flashes in Aegon’s eyes at the sight. “You can’t even let your own wife touch you, and yet you expect us to give your mistress Harrenhal?”

“I did not ask to marry this traitorous bitch! Alys was with child when you forced this fate on me, we could have easily cut her head off or fed her to Vhaga-”

“Enough!” Alicent stands, pacing around the room with a hand on her forehead. “She is your wife, and you will not talk about her in such vile-” -she turns to him sharply, finger jutting out in warning, “ways!”

There are tears in your eyes. You hadn’t noticed them till they had fallen, leading you to hastily wipe them away. Mentally cursing yourself for such weakness, you weren’t the strongest of Rhaenyra’s children, but you had been the kindest. The nicest and most optimistic, according to her.. It’s what made you too weak for war, Daemon would say.

“We will only give her Harrenhal if she marries Sir Garth Hightower. We will also legitimize her bastard. If not, we will give Harrenhal to Sir Reece Rivers who is next in line after Alys. If she accepts these terms, then you will have to stay here and no longer visit Harrenhal, and become a good husband to y/n.”

He’s speechless, hand clenching and unclenching the armrest as his mind wandered, but there was no mistaking the way his jaw clenched.

“She is the realm's delight, Aemond! All love her, and all they have heard are things that anger them. Before the war, she was paraded between regions to bring peace and… the north remembers. The letters from Cregan Stark never cease! We cannot go on like this, or they will rise against us again.”

Cregan asks about you? No one told you about his letters. Your heart soars at the thought of him trying to look after you. There was a brief moment in the war when you were betrothed and had even found a friendship with him while courting. But the war ended before the wedding came, and now you're here, married to someone who is still very clearly your enemy.

“Then give her to Cregan,” he stands and gestures to you. “She's still a maiden from my understanding. Give her to him so Alys may marry me,”

Aegon smirks into his goblet at his brother’s words, finishing it off before setting it on the table and looking between Alicent and Aemond.

“If we give her to him, he will rise up to put her on the throne, whether she wants it or not. If we kill her, all will riot, even the small folk.”

“She is not my duty, my honor does not lie with her,” he whispers to his mother, who frowns and walks up to cup his cheeks. “My duty lies with my son, you can’t keep him from me.”

You frown, hand lightly rubbing your stomach at the mention of children. You don’t know if you could take being separated from your future children. Likewise, you fear you may become one of those overbearing hens who breathes down their necks, but you’ve lost too much already.

Unbeknownst to you, Aegon catches the movement and smiles softly. He wishes he could openly tell them all of your pregnancy and how it was his, but knows he can’t. He might not mind chaos, but he knows you don’t. He’s tried with Maelor, but the poor boy is scared of him. and anyone who isn’t his nurse maid and Jaehera has hardly said a word since the assassination. Opting to stay in silence like her mother.

He tried with Helaena after everything, maybe he’ll tell you that, so you know not to feel bad. You seem like you’d be the type to feel bad about something like this.

“The world knowing he is yours will only bring him harm. He has no dragon, and he is not in the keep to watch over. Having him far away from you is for the best for you angered so many people in the war.” She places her forehead against his own, taking a deep breath in and out, which he seems to follow. “Think of Jahaerys.”

The mood shifts from tense and hostile to somber at the mention of the poor boy. You abruptly stand at his name and face the window. Feeling sick at the mere thought. You’ll never forgive Daemon for such an inconceivable act, nor will you forget him using Lucerys’s death as the reason. He seemed proud when the letter came in confirming the young prince's death, and all had fallen silent in horror as he told the war council the news.

Lucerys would have never condoned such a thing. He had a good heart, and despite not liking his uncles, did not have an inclination towards violence. That night in driftmark had mostly occurred out of self-defense from both sides.

“Fine.” His voice drips defeat as he pulls away from her, plopping back onto the couch and staring off into nothingness. You turn to look at him and sigh.

Alicent walks over and places her hand on his shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze. “You cannot go back to Harrenhal… As well as your grandsire and I believe a bedding ceremony needs to take place between you and lady y/n.”

Aegon does not hide his outrage well. He scoffs and leans against the couch, “If we do that everyone will know they have not already done so.”

Alicent glances in his direction, her features hardening. “Everyone already knows, we will have a maester oversee it.”

Aemond says nothing, not a single sound. He simply stares at his hands and nods. This must be what defeat looks like on the great kinslayer. He does not wear it well. You know his heart must be broken, but you selfishly hope that perhaps he will find comfort in you with this new-found loneliness. Perhaps he will finally see this marriage as his duty and honor it as he has done with everything else.

“I will be there for it as well, the king should be there for such important matters.” His voice is hardened and barely containing his anger, shaking a bit at the end, and you know he’s trying hard to control himself. It shocks you, him containing himself and his words. Your eyes widen in horror as you stare at Aegon, his mother simply sighs his antics but nods along. Whenever he pulls the king card, she seems to give in, most of the time.

“It will be tonight.”

Alicent nods and pulls away, most likely to make the preparations for such a thing as his words sink in.

Tonight.