#Lucerys is his mothers son and he was raised by Daemon “let's fuck shit up” Targaryen you can not tell me he wouldn't do this

[danxiex0]

When it comes to Omegaverse HoTD I don't think a lot of people realize the full potential of it.

Picture this:

Lucerys Velaryon is the first Omega born into the Targaryen line since the doom of Ol Valyria. He gets spoiled.

Rhaenyra has only the finest clothes made for him. Daemon will do anything his sweet Omegan son asks of him, even let the little Omega crawl into bed between the two Alpha's because he had a nightmare. Jace is overprotective. Joffrey is Daemons mini in regard to Luke. Rhaena and Baela love their precious little brother so much they would kill for him. Rhaenys would give into his demands, he doesn't even have to demand because the moment Luke wants something she'll give it to him. Corlys will bring him back only the finest pearls and jewels from his travels, the pearls get braded into his hair or sewed into his clothes, the same with the jewels.

So Lucerys gets what he wants, when he wants and if he's denied he has an army of people ready to demand he have it or else.

The whole Vaemond story still happens. Only difference is, Lucerys had asked Daemon and his grandsire not to kill him and instead send him to Grandsire Corlys so that he could deal with his little brother.

The Greens seethe at the fact that Luke doesn't even have to beg.

That night after the whole feast mishap Aemond corners Luke in his chambers and threatens to take his eye.

Lucerys goads his uncle because he was raised by Daemon 'Fuck around and Find out" Targaryen and in the end Aemond kisses him.

No love or passion. Just pure unadulterated rage.

Hate sex ensues, bc it's Lucemond what would you expect.

Aemond regrets it the next day. His repressed ass lashes out and says some very unsavory things, as one does.

Luke and his family leave Kings landing after that and the next time he and Aemond meet again is at Storms end.

Luke is there to deliver a message.

"I am not a dog your mother can just order around. At least King Aegon brings me a marriage pact. So, tell me boy. Which of my daughters will you marry?" Borros asked.

Lucerys looked at the girls. Three Betas and one Omega.

He looks at Aemond and feels his heartbeat quicken and then it stops at the reminder of that day.

'You are a whore just like your mother!'

'Wanton bastard!'

'You bewitched me! That is the only explanation for as to why I ended up in your bed between you whorish thighs!'

Such cruel words and he would swallow the now.

Lucerys looks at Lord Borros.

"Sadly, my Lord none of your daughters would be a suitable match for me as they are either Beta's or Omega. However, there are two Alpha's within this hall. Both of whom have a chance at my hand but only one is not betrothed at nor wed, my Lord," Lucerys said with a kind smile.

Lord Borros had his tongue paralyzed for but a moment before he asked, "What do you meen?"

Lucerys smiled as he could feel Aemonds anger radiating off him in waves.

"What I am saying is that even though I cannot marry your daughters I can still marry you. Think of it my Lord. Lord Borros Baratheon, Lord of the Stormlands and Lucerys Velaryon, Lord of the Tides and Heir to Driftmark. We'd make a handsome pair, wouldn't we?" He asked with a shy smile.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

Lord Borros agrees and two moons later Aegon II Targaryen bends the knee to his sister and Lord Borros marries Lucerys.

Even on his deathbed Borros never questions why his sons, Rhaegar, Rhaegor, Aenys, and Darke, and his daughters, Rhaella, Aemma, Lucera, Deanys, Daela, and Valeria have silver hair and purple eyes.

Nor does he question the closeness of his Omega bride Lucerys and his sworn shield Aemond.

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Music To Take Your Revenge To | A.T.

(summary) Rhaenyra sent two of her children – her son and only daughter – to negotiate at the Storm’s End. Aemond takes his revenge by killing Lucerys but turns out that is only half of the revenge he craves...

(warnings) some manhandling... swear words... murder of a child... minor things like that...

(pairings) Aemond Targaryen x female!Strong!reader (main; romantic), Jacaerys Velaryon x reader (familial; arranged to be married)

(genre) enemies to lover-ish

(reminder) Y/N – your name

(word count) 4.6k

(also) reader has a dragon – Phoenix (because I said so)

(also) flashback’s in Italics

(also) I also wrote that lord Borros would be willing to marry one of his daughters to reader who is a woman in this imagine – now I know he probably never would consider that but I don’t care...

(also) I actually plan on finishing this one... in the next year or so...

HAPPY READING!

You couldn’t help glancing at your brother who flew by your side. You could tell he was giving you a smile once he caught you checking up on him but it was a nervous smile. One you give to try to give reassurance. As you neared Storm’s End, the nervous anticipation only got stronger but, against every instinct in your body and mind, both of you kept steady onward.

Rain was pouring heavily, as both of you landed. You waited up for your brother while he reassured his dragon to stay calm, while your own dragon, Phoenix, seemed unbothered. You would’ve felt proud if you weren’t feeling so anxious.

A loud roar reverberated through the air, once Lucerys was by your side. Both of you immediately looked towards where the sound came from just for your blood to freeze in your veins.

Vhagar.

And what it implied was even worse.

Aemond.

Lucerys and you exchanged glances and started moving towards the entrance.

This was not the time for cowardice. Your mother had sent you as her representatives. Your uncle being here meant nothing. It was a long time since either of you had seen him. Your brother last saw the prince at the chaotic family dinner.

You last saw him right after it.

Strong boys.

How fucking dare he?

You were fuming, and you were tipsy but, most importantly, you were fucking offended.

Drunk ‘you’ got upset over shit that sober ‘you’ would bite her tongue upon learning. But now the gates of anger were wide open, as you strolled towards your uncle’s chambers.

Armed with way too much confidence and arrogance, you stepped in front of the guard that stood before prince Aemond’s door. You wanted to fight. Fight someone. Throw a tantrum.

With your mind, you understood that fighting a trained guard was unnecessary and would end up with you losing but right now losing didn’t matter as long as you got to fight.

Which is why it made you so much more angry when the guard simply stepped aside and opened the door for you.

Your eyebrows raised, as you disregarded him as if he had grown as second head.

- You’re just letting me past? – you sounded petty, as if you had wanted to scream about not being let in.

Because you did.

- You are allowed to enter at any time, - the guard calmly explained. – Orders of prince Aemond.

You opened your mouth and shut it again. Somehow it felt like an extra slap in the face after dinner. He didn’t even thought of you as a threat. He saw your brothers as bastards and completely ignored you who was also your mother’s child from Ser Harwin Strong. He openly let you into his chambers because he had no fear of you doing anything to him.

You simply didn’t matter.

Your brothers did.

Daemon did.

Your mother did.

You did not.

- You may come in, niece, - Aemond’s voice sounded from the inside of his chambers.

Confusion temporarily had made your anger subside but now it came back full force. You marched inside his room, ready to cuss him out or something but then Aemond turned around and your words died on your tongue.

He wasn’t wearing his eye patch. You could an emerald stone where his eye used to be, and somehow it made him even more handsome than the eye patch did.

Nobody could waterboard that information out of you.

Aemond searched over your face and, as if guessed your thoughts, smirked.

- You know, dear niece-

You raised your fist and punched him in the face. In around the same spot you brother had at the dinner. Aemond’s face swung to the side.

- You do know that I’m a bastard too, right? – you had no idea where you were going with this.

Your breathing had become erratic, and you almost shook with anger.

- No doubt about that, dear niece. You all have a signature punch, - Aemond touched his cheek in an almost soft manner. – It does not live up to the Strong name.

He smiled, watching you furious. Then he leaned in closer.

- Your father would be disappointed.

You refused to step back, and so both of you ended very closely together. Your head only came up to his chest so you had to look up to see his face.

There was something sensual about the way Aemond’s emerald shone down at you, as he towered over you.

- Why would you call out my brothers like that? – you hoped your words weren’t  slurred.

Aemond rolled his one working eye and turned around, looking almost bored.

- Why don’t you ask the question you came here to ask, Y/N? – he grabbed the eye patch that was sitting on the table and went over to the mirror. – I thought you were famous for your sharp tongue...

You took a deep breath to calm down and closed your eyes.

You were drunk.

It was definitely not the time to express any feelings you had.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with Aemond quietly watching you from across the room. He had an almost understanding expression on his face. As if he felt... sorry for you.

With any and all common sense you had left in you, you turned to leave. This was not worth losing your pride over.

In your mind, it was better to be ignored than to be perceived as a petty child.

- Nevermind.

As you opened the door, the guard that had let you in, stood in front of the door, completely blocking you from exiting.

You sighed. Coming here was such a bad idea...

- Tell your dog to move, uncle, - you asked, not looking away from the guard.

- Unfortunately for you, princess, - you could feel the small smile in Aemond’s voice, - while you are allowed to enter my chambers on your own, you are not allowed to leave without permission...

You turned back around.

And immediately took a step back, bumping into the knight at the door, once you noticed how close Aemond had gotten to you.

As Aemond noticed that your back was lightly touching the man’s arm, he harshly grabbed you by the arm, dragged you back inside and slammed the door shut.

Turning around to face you, you noticed that his nonchalant mask was slipping. He looked slightly irritated.

- Don’t be a brat, princess, - he tilted his head slightly to the side. – You came here to confront me, to demand something from me. So do it.

You shook your head, realizing that this – just like everything else that involved your uncle – was planned by him, and you beautifully executed your part of his plan by voluntarily coming to see him... alone... in private... just the two of you...

- I think you came here because your fragile little pride could not take on the fact that I didn’t add you to your mother’s bastard list, sweet niece, - he looked smug, stepping closer to you. – I think you’re neglected by your own family and cannot stand to be ignored by me.

His gaze traveled down to your neck, lower down to your neckline until he found what he was searching for. His fingers wrapped around your necklace that had a key on it. He pulled you in closer by it.

- Is that what you want, Y/N? – his pull on your necklace tightened and you were forced to lift you head up.

Your lips were mere centimeters away from his, as he bent down.

- Do you want me to call you a filthy bastard who does not deserve the title of a princess? – he asked in a low voice. – A filthy bastard who’s only deserving to be my personal little whore?

You shook your head but ashamed realized that his words truly made you aroused. Your breathing had become shallow once again. This time, not out of anger.

- Huh? – he whispered. – You want to be put in your place so badly?

You turned away, disgusted.

That might’ve turned you on but that was not the reason you were offended.

- You do not see me as an equal to my brothers, - you stated, bitterly.

Out of all people, you were disappointed that Aemond – specifically him, one of your closest childhood friends – was just like all the other men.

- That was the reason my fragile little pride, - you mocked his words, - could not stand your speech at dinner.

Aemond seemed taken aback by your words, carefully examining your face. His fingers loosened from the key and he looked confused.

- Are you for real, Y/N? – he looked downright angry. – You want to be an equal in something that is used to degrade and put down you brothers?

On a purely prideful level, Aemond could understand your need for being treated equally. He had felt the same need so many times, standing next to Aegon who was the first-born son and so, by proxy, the better son. However, what you did not understand, was that the very reason Aemond hadn’t called you a bastard at dinner, wasn’t because he saw you as equal to your brothers.

He saw you as better.

- You are just like the rest of them, - you pushed him out of the way, and he didn’t resist.

The knight at the door didn’t dare to stop you from leaving.

As you entered the hall at Storm’s End and your little brother started to recite the message your mother had given you, you felt goosebumps appearing on your skin. The tiny hair on your scalp stood up, and you shuddered. Suddenly, you seemed very cold, despite the warm clothes you had worn.

Your eyes searched over the dark hall, trying to find the source of your discomfort. Deep inside you knew who you were searching for... Vhagar outside... But you didn’t want to admit it.

But there were no more excuses to be made, once your eyes found Aemond’s across the hall. He stood a bit aside from lord Borros, confident and poised.

You shared your brother’s nervousness, as he, too, noticed your uncle.

Your hand subconsciously went to your sword. Aemond’s eyes lazily traveled down your body to where you kept your hand.

He seemed greatly pleased and not at all surprised that you had come with your brother.

Perhaps, it was because he knew that in your fruitless and desperate attempts to be seen as your brothers’ equal in your parents’ eyes, you would do anything. Even die.

You had only half-listened to lord Borros’ speak but you perked up at the mention of a marriage.

- King Aegon at least came to me with a marriage offer, - lord Borros didn’t point anything further but you knew who the marriage pact involved.

Aegon was already married so it left only Aemond. You were irrationally pissed at yourself for feeling disappointment and hurt at the announcement.

- Which of my daughters will you marry? – lord Borros demanded your brother.

- Lord Borros, I’m not free to marry, - your brother sounded much more confident than you felt.

This was going awry. And fast.

- I’m already betrothed.

Lord Borros eyes shifted towards you, and you calmly stood your ground.

- Are you free to marry, girl? – he asked you in a harsh tone, addressing you for the first time since you arrived. – You are your mother’s child so you could be used for an alliance as well...

Seemed like every pair of eyes had shifted on you.

None were angrier than the ones belonging to your uncle.

Was he angry that lord Borros had acknowledged that you are a valid candidate for the marriage to one of his daughters?

- Lord Borros-

- My sister is not free to marry either, - your brother said, cutting you off. – She’s arranged to be married to Jacaerys Velaryon.

Lord Borros seemed amused at the thought, not being used to the Targaryen marital ties that never extended far outside its familial ones.

- So you come with empty hands, - lord Borros announced.

Your eyes kept shifting to your uncle, who didn’t seem very pleased. Was it because you and your brother had shown up? Was it your engagement? Was it his hatred for Lucerys? Was it his hatred for you?

- Go home and tell your mother that the Lord of Storm’s End is not some dog that she can whistle up at need to set up against her foes, - lord Borros dismissed you.

The bad feeling you had since the moment of landing was getting stronger. You felt your throat closing up.

Your brother took a step further towards the lord but your hand instinctively wrapped around his upper arm to keep him back.

- We shall take your message to the queen, my lord, - you announced, ignoring the look of desperation your brother gave you.

Both of you turned around to leave, with the guards doing the same. You refused to let out the breath you were holding until you were out the door and safely on your way back. Lucerys was few steps ahead of you when you heard:

- Wait!

It wasn’t the voice of Borros. It was Aemond’s. Cold washed over your body. Neither one of you dared to move for a split second before turning around to face Aemond. You could feel his gaze run all over your body before settling on your younger brother who was half-hidden behind your back.

- My lord Strong, - he said to your brother before his eye shifted to your form; with a mocking smile he added, - my lady Strong.

You gritted your teeth. So now he acknowledged you? Here, out of all places?

- Did you really thought you could fly about the realm, trying to steal my brother’s throne at no cost?

You knew the knights of lord Borros would not defend you. You knew that Lucerys wouldn’t be able to take on Aemond. And, no matter how proud you were of your skills in the battlefield, you were still not match for your uncle.

- We will not fight you, - your younger brother announced. – We came to deliver a message, not to fight.

In that moment you thanked every god there was that you had come with Lucerys and not your other brother.

- Fight would be little challenge, - he calmly explained, then his one good eye, again, settled on you. – Entertaining but not enough nevertheless.

Your hands were shaking so badly that you were sure Aemond could see them even from across the hall.

Surely lord Borros wouldn’t just allow Aemond to slaughter two people in his hall, right?

- No, - prince reached for his left eye and removed the eye patch. – I want you to put out your eye.

Your hands stilled, as you looked at Aemond’s face. Beautiful as ever, deadly as ever but that wasn’t what made your heart skip for a moment.

It was a sapphire.

The sapphire.

Your sapphire.

- I wanted to give you this before I left, - eight-year old you sat down next to ten-year old Aemond with a small box in your hands. – My dad gave this to me as a gift.

Aemond looked at the box in your hands and lifted the lid. Inside sat two sapphire jewels, both identical and attached to small chains for wearing as necklaces.

The little boy beside you smiled, and that made you smile.

- My dad said to give the other half to the person I love the most, - you explained, shyly. – My soulmate.

Aemond looked at you in surprise. Of course, you were his best friend and meant the world but this gift – the symbolism of your friendship – made him realize that his eternal affection is, in fact, reciprocated.

- If you don’t feel comfortable, I un-

- I’ll take it, - he pulled his jewel out and put it closer to his left eye to look at it closer.

Aemond saw the moment you realized it was your gift he wore in place of his lost eye. He looked self-satisfied with your anger.

Because that meant that you weren’t apathetic. You still felt something for him. Even if that something was hatred.

- As payment for mine.

You were known for minding your business and keeping cool in stressful situations. Perhaps, if you had been there alongside Aemond, Baela, Rhaena and your brothers, outcome of that night might have been different.

You minding your business, however, ended right when someone came after your family.

- One will serve, - Aemond threw your brother a knife but it landed right in front of you.

Nobody in the entire room moved. Everyone was frozen still, waiting. Waiting for something horrible to happen. Waiting for something irreversable to go down.

- I would not blind you, - Aemond’s entire focus was on your brother. – I plan to make a gift of it to my mother.

Even though most of Lucerys was hidden behind you, all Aemond’s eye saw your brother. You didn’t exist. Once again.

Lucerys stepped in front of you and calmly took in the knife, laying at your feet. You could feel his nervousness but, like the true son of your mother’s, his voice didn’t give it away.

- No.

Your uncle didn’t seem to breathe for a moment.

- So you’re a craven as well as a traitor.

Lord Borros seemed to understand before anyone else did what was about to happen.

- NOT HERE! – his voice boomed into the void cold that seemed to fill the hall.

You saw Aemond move before your brother did.

- GIVE ME YOUR EYE OR I WILL TAKE IT, BASTARD! – Aemond went straight for your brother, grabbing his own knife from the ground.

Your movement was almost instinctual. You saw your brother take a step backwards, so you roughly pushed him behind your back right before Aemond reached you.

Aemond’s cold hand grabbed your throat, as his knife was pushed against your eye.

For some reason – anticipation, fear or surprise – you didn’t close your eyes. Maybe you wanted to see the reaction Aemond would have once he’d realize what he’s done.

Would there even be one?

He roughly pulled you closer by the hand wrapped around your throat.

For the length of one single breath nothing happened. Then you saw a flash of sudden regret appear in his eye, as he watched his knife being placed right before your eye. His face conformed into something of a disbelief.

All Aemond could think about was how very close he had gotten to harming you. He saw what could’ve happened like it was engraved in his brain. You bleeding out, as his hand held your cut-out eye. You looking at him with surprise, disgust and eventually, coldness.

His right hand, the one holding the knife, shook.

He so very slowly pulled the knife away, his one seeing eye searching desperately for any blood or harm. His other hand, wrapped around your throat, feeling your pulse and breath, stayed where it was.

You suddenly realized you hadn’t been breathing at all. You quickly inhaled but it sounded almost like a sob to Aemond who looked at you in utter horror now.

She’s fine, she’s fine, she’s okay, Aemond tried to convince himself. She’s fucking fine!

Once his mind started to comprehend, he yanked you right into his chest by the hand that still had a hold on you. The same hand buried itself into your hair and pulled it hard.

You could feel Aemond’s ragged breathing in your ear, as he leaned down to whisper:

- You will pay for that, princess, - you could still feel him shaking. – And I’ll make sure you never do stupid shit like that ever again.

Then, once he straightened up, he pushed you backwards in such a rough manner that you almost lost your balance. All you could see on his face was anger.

Was he angry at you? For risking your life?

Was he angry at himself? For almost ending said life?

- Your eye won’t do, - he spat out venomously, before adding, - bastard.

At least he had gotten around to acknowledging you.

You had completely forgotten about your brother until his hand grasped yours. His hand, too, was shaking, and you realized that so was yours.

Were you actually scared of Aemond?

That thought had never occurred to you before.

Aemond’s gaze slid down to your intervened hands. His lips pulled into a smirk, as he put his knife back inside his coat.

- Enjoy your time with your brother, princess, - he said.

Once both of you had gotten outside, Lucerys immediately pulled you into a hug. Your breathing was uneven, and you weren’t sure whether you were actually sobbing or not.

On shaky legs, you got back onto your dragon and took off. Your brother stayed right by your side this time. You pushed everything you thought and felt in the back of your mind. You could deal with that back home. This was more important.

And then there it was...

A shadow.

It covered both of your dragons and came from right above. For a second, you thought that you might’ve flown under some storm clouds but then the clouds moved and you realized it was a dragon.

Vhagar.

Aemond.

You looked at your brother, both of you, with no words exchanged, understood each other. Both of your dragons shot up into the clouds to gain height.

Lucerys got there first and went through the storm clouds, but as you neared the same spot, the larger dragon’s wing hit your Phoenix right in the face. You were knocked to the left, and only the belt of your saddle kept you seated. But your dragon quickly went towards the water in a wayward manner.

She quickly regained balance, and you nervously looked around in the rain.

What was Aemond trying to do?

He probably knew knocking Phoenix aside wouldn’t do much harm...

But, as you watched Vhagar with Aemond shoot up into the sky while you were left below to calm your dragon, you realized he wasn’t trying to harm you. Or kill you.

He was separating you.

You flew towards the same spot both Lucerys and Aemond had disappeared just moments ago. You could almost feel the sunshine on your face, as you urged Phoenix to gain speed.

Almost there.

Almost-

Your dragon was hit once again, this time the blow was more powerful. Phoenix screeched, as you were knocked out of the saddle. Staying seated on an uncontrolled dragon with no saddle was difficult, something you hadn’t learned before, and you realized you were going down.

Only while trying to keep one of the rains in your hands for some balance, you realized what had hit you.

It wasn’t Vhagar.

It was Arrax.

Parts of Arrax.

One of his wings, now ripped off, was floating in the air right beside your own dragon, while the rest of his body free-fell into the sea. Arrax’s head and back, along with the saddle and your brother, were all gone.

Phoenix was uncontrollable, nearing the water at the same speed as the dead dragon next to you, and you grasped the rains with all your strength, waiting to hit the water.

***

Pale light sneaked behind your eyelids, as you felt your body being lifted up in someone’s arms, out of water.

Your head swung to the left. Opening your eyes, all you saw over your rescuer’s shoulder was water.

Your wet hair stuck your face and neck. Freezing coldness swept over your body, as your fingers dug into a man’s jacket, desperately trying to cling to him and seek his body heat. Your gaze slowly moved toward their head and even with the dirty water making your vision unclear as you blinked a lot, you saw long, white hair.

A Targaryen’s hair.

- Relax, - Aemond threw out carelessly. – You’re safe.

Those were the words he murmured a lot under his breath, as he walked towards the shore.

You’re safe.

She’s safe.

Safe.

Alive.

- Lucerys, - your voice trembled with unspoken question. – Is he...?

- Dead, - Aemond suddenly stopped once both of you were completely out of the water and roughly almost dropped you in sand.

Your eyes burned. Either from tears or the dirty water, or both. Your throat constricted, as you took deep breaths.

Only then you realized that it also burned when you breathed. Did that mean you were drowning? You had been underwater, right? Had Aemond saved you after killing your brother and nearly killing you?

Your accusing red eyes – either from crying or anger – met with Aemond’s, as you stumbled upright. Your entire body shook. Was it the freezing cold? Anger? Grief?

Aemond stood before you calmly with his hands grasped together behind his back. He disregarded you with what almost seemed like quiet amusement.

- YOU KILLED HIM! – it came out like a sob, even though you didn’t think you were crying. – YOU KILLED LUKE!

You pushed him back with all the strength that you had but it didn’t even move him. The negotiating with lord Borros, flying back and forth, fight in the sky and near-drowning had taken the last of your physical and mental energy.

One of Aemond’s hands encircled both of your wrists and refused to let you step back, even as you tried to walk away from him.

His eye patch was gone and with his long, blond, wet hair wild and your gift sapphire in in his eye the sight was almost ethereal.

Your eyes desperately seeked for Phoenix who might be your last chance of self-defense.

- She’s alive, - Aemond guessed. – But a bit restricted at the moment. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you back in King’s Landing...

You shook your head, as water from your hair slowly dripped onto your clothes.

- I’m not going back! – you almost screamed. – I’m going back to my mother!

Aemond shook his head too. In pity. As if he was dealing with an annoying child who should know better.

Pair of wings swept over your heads, high up in the sky.

- Rȳ mōrī, iksi hēnkirī*, - his lips pressed against your forehead. - Isse se mōris, iksā ñuhon...**

You considered digging your feet into the sand and refusing to go but that would just probably result in Aemond carrying you.

He unbelievably gently put the other hand on your cheek, turning your head towards Vhagar who had just landed.

- Come, my beautiful bastard princess, - he whispered. – I need to announce your mother of her son’s death, and you need to let your fiancé know you are withdrawing your betrothal...

* At last, we are together (High Valyrian)

** Finally, you are mine (High Valyrian)

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Honestly if this isnt how things turn out /: fr the show would be blessed with just a bit of feminism

Chile anyways

Hopelessly alone, terrified of what the blacks had planned for you, you wondered if what you felt was even a fraction of Lucerys's terror when he had been forced to flee from your husband. Tears burned in the corners of your eyes as one of your hands came to rest upon your protruding belly. Lucerys had been a child, and as a soon-to-be mother yourself a large part of you couldn't begrudge Rhaenyra for taking you in an act of revenge.

😭😭😭😭😭 poor lucerys, poor yn for getting caught up in all of this. I think slay for having empathy 💅💅💅💅 the men could never

Immediately you noticed the darkened bruise decorating her neck, a mark you had often seen left behind on Aegon's victims as they tearfully tried to scurry out of sight. You didn't speak, waiting for Rhaenyra to start, but you knew she had noticed your sympathetic look. Surprisingly, she didn't say anything, just continued to stare at you with a faraway look in her eyes.

RHAENYRA NAUR I TOTALLY DID NOT EVEN THINK OF THE POSSIBLITY OF HER NECK BRUISING BUT YEAH IT COULD OF AND DAEMON CAN BURN FOR THAT

"He didn't want to" you hoarsely whispered, "he lost control of Vhagar. He is a boy playing at a war he cannot possibly understand. It's a weak defence and doesn't nearly justify anything but... He lost himself to his rage. A rage that we all let fester for years with no consequence. So while my words mean nothing I still wanted you to know that I am sorry, that Aemond is sorry, even if his stupid Targaryen pride will never let him admit it."

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 NAH BUT AEMOND WAS IN TEARS THO he fr would have added that to his list if things to talk about in therapy

"Sorry doesn't bring back my son!" Rhaenyra's chest was shaking with rage that was waylaid into tears. Slowly you raised yourself from your seat, stepping towards the mourning woman to gently bring her into your arms. To your surprise, she didn't fight your actions, instead snaking her arms around to clutch at your back as she finally allowed herself to sob.

NAH BUT SHE JUST WANTED A HUG FR COS HER HUSBAND IS EMOTIONALLY DEVOID OF ANY REAL FORM INTIMACY OR AFFECTION OTHER THAN FUCKING AND THATS ON THE PATRIARCHY

"I never wanted any of this" she admitted against your chest, "I had hoped to find a peaceful solution, but now I fear that will be impossible." Her voice was so small, so fragile that it took you a few seconds to reconcile it with the strong woman you had admired for so long.

Nah canon

"It was her father that poisoned her against you. A poison that festered due to her bitterness. The men in our lives could never understand how we feel, but you can. You, Alicent, me. We've all been burdened with the task of womanhood, scorned and dismissed on the whims of men."

"I can't speak wholly for Alicent's reasons" you admitted, taking a deep breath. "But truthfully, I think she was jealous. She never loved your father. Her father has manipulated and trampled on her for her entire life, her children all ignored by their father. She has given her whole to duty, done what was expected of her whilst you trampled all over yours. I cannot excuse all of her actions, but try to see her point of view. Try for the woman that still loves you very much."

Daemon, who had arrived to investigate the source of all the fuss was quick to stand in your way, "this is what we wanted" he hissed to his wife, glaring at you. Both you and Daemon are then taken aback by Rhaenyra's fierce reply

If this rat speaks another trash of a hot take bullshitted opinion rubbish mouth worded yucky rat shit ugly fart thing i will riot

Aemond coming to her side and being there for her was nice. Im glad her baby is fine and im glad i didn't get to hear another word from that rat uncle of his

an eye for an eye, a child for a child

Aemond Targaryen x fem reader

Summary: Lost to her rage and grief at the loss of her beloved Lucerys Rhaenyra orders the capture of Aemond's pregnant lady wife. Only to find that maybe the two women could come to understand each other more than she thought possible.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: idk characters and their shitty canon behaviour, birth

A/N: Blood and Cheese didn't kill Jahaerys and Rhaenyra was close with Helaena. First Aemond request baby! keep em coming. This turned into a somewhat of a feminist rant lol

Although the circumstances of your occupation on the island weren't pleasant, you could still admit to yourself that Dragonstone held a beauty you readily admired. Your husband had always described the place as incredibly droll and dreary which you could easily see. But truthfully you found it peaceful, beautiful in a way King's Landing could never be. Even if you were confined to your room with Rhaenyra your only point of contact.

Hopelessly alone, terrified of what the blacks had planned for you, you wondered if what you felt was even a fraction of Lucerys's terror when he had been forced to flee from your husband. Tears burned in the corners of your eyes as one of your hands came to rest upon your protruding belly. Lucerys had been a child, and as a soon-to-be mother yourself a large part of you couldn't begrudge Rhaenyra for taking you in an act of revenge.

The creak indicating the opening of the door to your makeshift prison interrupted your thoughts. Turning you were met with the sight of a haggard-looking Rhaenyra. Her hands were empty, causing you to tilt your head in confusion as you watched her cross the space to sit across from you.

Immediately you noticed the darkened bruise decorating her neck, a mark you had often seen left behind on Aegon's victims as they tearfully tried to scurry out of sight. You didn't speak, waiting for Rhaenyra to start, but you knew she had noticed your sympathetic look. Surprisingly, she didn't say anything, just continued to stare at you with a faraway look in her eyes.

"I know my words will offer you no comfort, but I truly am so sorry for your recent losses. I can't even imagine..." you trailed off, wincing as a sharp glare was thrown your way.

"No you cannot" Rhaenyra's voice is filled with all the fury of a mother that has just lost two children.

"I just... I wanted you to know that through all of this, that you had someone on your side" you replied, struggling to find the correct words to truly convey your meaning.

"My side? Your husband killed my son" she yelled, fists balling so tightly you worried she would draw blood.

"He didn't want to" you hoarsely whispered, "he lost control of Vhagar. He is a boy playing at a war he cannot possibly understand. It's a weak defence and doesn't nearly justify anything but... He lost himself to his rage. A rage that we all let fester for years with no consequence. So while my words mean nothing I still wanted you to know that I am sorry, that Aemond is sorry, even if his stupid Targaryen pride will never let him admit it."

"Sorry doesn't bring back my son!" Rhaenyra's chest was shaking with rage that was waylaid into tears. Slowly you raised yourself from your seat, stepping towards the mourning woman to gently bring her into your arms. To your surprise, she didn't fight your actions, instead snaking her arms around to clutch at your back as she finally allowed herself to sob.

"I never wanted any of this" she admitted against your chest, "I had hoped to find a peaceful solution, but now I fear that will be impossible." Her voice was so small, so fragile that it took you a few seconds to reconcile it with the strong woman you had admired for so long.

"We might still be able to," you said, dropping to your knees and taking her hands in your own. "I want Aegon on the throne as much as you do. Aemond doesn't want him either, and I know you and Helaena care for each other. Hells, Aegon himself doesn't want the throne" you rambled a small spark of hope filling you suddenly.

Seeing Rhaenyra begin to pull away from you, you hurried to try and rectify your position. "He tried to run away you know? Aegon. He was going to escape to Essos but Ser Criston found him first on Otto's orders. Please, reach out to Alicent, you loved her once, that must count for something!"

"How?" is all the Queen manages to choke out at your declaration, grief still colouring her features.

"Because I know Alicent still loves you, loves you the same as you loved her in your youth." Though you loved Aemond now, you had not always done so. And as such, you had spent a great amount of time with the Dowager Queen in the early months of your marriage. While all the men in your lives seemed to be blind fools, you were not.

"It was her father that poisoned her against you. A poison that festered due to her bitterness. The men in our lives could never understand how we feel, but you can. You, Alicent, me. We've all been burdened with the task of womanhood, scorned and dismissed on the whims of men."

"Then why? Why has she been so persistent in my torment, in the torment of my sons. I have sued for peace more times than I can count only to be rebuffed at every turn" she scoffed, pulling her hands from yours as she moved to pace around the small room.

"I can't speak wholly for Alicent's reasons" you admitted, taking a deep breath. "But truthfully, I think she was jealous. She never loved your father. Her father has manipulated and trampled on her for her entire life, her children all ignored by their father. She has given her whole to duty, done what was expected of her whilst you trampled all over yours. I cannot excuse all of her actions, but try to see her point of view. Try for the woman that still loves you very much."

Rhaenyra is silent for some time, but you can see your words have had an effect. When she finally does reply it is with a question that takes you by surprise.

"And you?"

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand the question your Grace" you frowned.

"You counted yourself amongst the women scorned at the hands of men."

"I didn't always love my husband, but Aemond demanded my hand" you admit, the truth tasting incredibly sour on your tongue. "Although I love him dearly now, he sometimes makes it very hard to. I suspect you may feel the same." One of the Queen's hands reached up to absentmindedly caress the bruised skin of her neck at your words as she simply hummed in agreement.

A sigh leaves her lips as she turned to face you once more, "Daemon wanted to have Helaena's children killed. In retaliation for Lucerys," you are left reeling at the confession, bile working its way up your throat as you collapsed back into the chair.

"I wouldn't allow it, wouldn't allow sweet Helaena to undergo that sort of pain. But Daemon was persistent, so in order to save her I chose you as the target instead."

You are prevented from replying to her admission by the sudden rush of cramps in your lower belly and back, the pain drawing a gasp and catching Rhaenyra's attention. The woman was at your side immediately, eyes widened as she watched your waters break.

"Fuck!" you screamed, hunching over as a new wave of pain assaulted your body.

"Quickly" Rhaenyra called, pulling you up and supporting your weight as she led you from the room and out into the corridor. Your pained groans were quick to catch the attention of the servants and lords alike as Rhaenyra screamed for a maester.

Daemon, who had arrived to investigate the source of all the fuss was quick to stand in your way, "this is what we wanted" he hissed to his wife, glaring at you. Both you and Daemon are then taken aback by Rhaenyra's fierce reply

"No, this is what you wanted! I am the queen, and I'll have no more of your schemes now move!" There was a power in her voice that you could only admire with a gaping mouth before you were forced on the move again.

To your great surprise Rhaenyra refused to leave your side, only slipping out once when you had begged for your husband through tears.

It was nearing the end of the night, the pain had made it impossible to continue your pacing and as you lay sweating in the birthing bed there was only one though on your mind.

"Aemond. Where is Aemond?" you choked out through cries and gritted teeth, squeezing Rhaenyra's hand as another contraction rocked your body.

"He's on his way sweetling" she promised, "Jace will be leading him back very soon." You couldn't find the strength to reply, head falling back limply against the pile of pillows as you tried to tune out the pain. According to the midwife it was still not yet time to push and you weren't sure how much longer you could hold out.

So lost in the haze of pain as Rhaenyra dabbed at your forehead you didn't notice as the chamber doors were violently thrown open, your furious husband stalking in. His feet quickly came to a stop as his good eye was met with the horrific sight of your pain.

Where you hadn't noticed the interruption Rhaenyra had, and was quick to yell at her younger brother.

"My lord!" one of the maesters interjected in abject horror, "you must wait outside-" Aemond however, was having none of his nonsense and for a second Rhaenyra feared the man's mouth had just cost him his life. Another pained groan from you was his saving grace though, and in record time Aemond was at your side, taking your hand from his sisters'.

"I'm here love, I'm here" he assured, throwing a quick glare at his sister before turning back to attend to you.

"Aemond?" you opened your exhausted eyes, desperately hoping you weren't hallucinating. A sob of relief leaving you once you realised he was really in front of you.

"My lady, you must start to push" your reunion is cut short by the midwife.

"I can't" you sobbed, shaking your head in denial.

"You must!" she insisted, even as you continued to refuse.

"Please love, you must listen to the midwife" Aemond urged, wiping your hair back from your face as he squeezed your hand. Groaning you attempted to sit up, only to immediately fall back as your muscles refused to cooperate.

"Aemond I can't" you protested once more, tears blurring your vision. It is Rhaenyra that ultimately comes to your side.

"Yes you can sweet girl. You must, your Queen demands it so." Her words managed to get a slight laugh from you as you remove your hand from your husband's to clutch at hers once more. "Aemond, sit behind her and support her weight" she demanded, and to your great shock he moved to comply with a complaint.

The hours blur together as you lay with your back against your husband's sturdy chest, Rhaenyra clutching one of your hands in her own as you screamed in pain. You are sobbing and heaving but with the support of your family, you push through. And eventually, you are rewarded with a shrill cry.

Tears of relief pour from your eyes as you demand to hold your child. You hear the hitch in your husband's breath as both of you lay eyes on your child for the first time.

"A girl" you whisper, voice choking with love. Looking back at your husband you can only watch in adoration as his eye refuses to leave your little girl's face, his arms wrapping around you to stroke at the small tuft of white hair.

A silent consensus seemed to be reached for the inhabitants of the room in that moment. The war could wait, the crown could wait. For now you would simply bask in the wonder of new life.

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