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Last Christmas Chapter Three: Warm Eggnog

Summary: Last Christmas Alicent Hightower gave Rhaenyra Targaryen her heart, but the very next day everything fell apart. This year to save herself from tears, Alicent vows to avoid her at their family's Christmas vacation. She'll bear it for her children. It's only a week after all. With aggressive snowball fights, meddling in-laws, Christmas tree decorating, matching pajamas, and hanging mistletoe will Alicent keep her vow? Or will her heart be broken again?

Chapter Summary: But if you kissed me now, I know you'd fool me again

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Pairing: Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Warning: brief mention of infidelity, enemies with a history together, language, mentions of dead parents, Viserys bashing, heavily implied grooming, mild smut, Helaena is Autistic in this fic and it is briefly mentioned

Words: 3,887

Taglist: @lynnbeth5172 @martellspear @moonshine999 @mariahossain A/N: Tumblr is being horrendous rn and refuses to let me upload the full story too bad I'm stubborn af

Memes about my fic "A Targaryen Type of Madness" Part 2

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Night Talks

Angst and Spoilers for HOTD/Fire & Blood

The Kingswood gleamed under the moonlight. She could hear the gentle crickets in their nighttime ballad across the grass. The cool breeze passed by her bare feet as she trudged forward. She found him quickly enough. He sat beside a tree in front of the creak. Jaehaera was going to ask him about his odd midnight journey until she saw his shoulders shaking. A sound came out of his throat. It was deep and strangled. She said nothing. Instead grabbing onto one of the low-hanging tree branches, she set herself down beside him. He noticed her then. “Jaehaera.” He wiped his face. “I’m sorry did I wake you?” She shook her head. He sniffed, trying to pull himself together. “I’m sorry, you shouldn't see me like this. I’ll walk you back to the Keep.” “Aegon…” “Here let me help you.” “Aegon.” “Come on let me help you”, he insisted. Jaehaera stared at him. “Egg. Egg look at me.” Reluctantly he lifted his eyes. The usual violets had clear tears swimming in them. “You shouldn’t see me like this”, he whispered. “A king shouldn’t cry.” She reached out her hand, a silent invitation. He took it. “I just needed to be alone. It was becoming too much inside there.” “What happened?” She asked softly. The tears threatened to fall. “I had a nightmare. I remembered her…and what happened that day.” His free hand gripped his own hair. “It felt like I was a child again just standing there useless and helpless as I watched her burn. I couldn't breathe, I felt like I was dying by being in those walls where so much pain happened. I didn't want you to see me. I didn't want you to worry, especially with the baby.” Jaehaera rubbed her stomach. A small lump formed in her throat. “You worry me more by disappearing. I would understand, Egg.” “No.” He shook his head. “I couldn’t do anything. She died because I couldn't do anything.” Jaehaera tilted her head. “In that case, could I have saved my brother? If I had tried could I have stopped those men from killing Jaehaerys?” Aegon’s eyes widened at her. “No, Jaehaera, you shouldn't say that.” “I was a child, as were you. What could we have done? We were both left alone because of a terrible war. Something neither of us could have stopped. It was already left in the hands of the fates before we were even born.” Aegon sat beside her, his gaze was on the creak. “Then why can't I move on? I’m one of the last that was left alive yet I’m still as pathetic as I was then.” Jaehaera rubbed his hand with her thumb. “You are a good king but you are still just a man. A man who has a heart. I’m glad that the war didn’t take that away from you. We both know what it is like to be left broken. Mourn Egg. You are safe to mourn in front of me.” Aegon leaned against her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, careful to not put pressure on the child in her belly. She ran her fingers through his hair. They stayed there for a while.

Another one of my late-night pieces and I was feeling angsty

I'm watching GOT for the first time and I’m not going to lie, everyone calling Jaime a Kingslayer as an insult is like okay and??? He did y'all a solid like I know for a fact nobody was Team Aerys so everyone here is fake af by pretending they weren't cheering when he dropped dead in front of the throne