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nessjo · 4 months ago

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Velaria embōñar issi

Note: This is kinda a Fem Lucerys Story, since the OC is his twin sister. This story is inspired by the talented @thefutureibraheem please check the blog out and the phenomenal story 'A Bride for an Enemy'. (937 words)

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Lucerya Velaryon/Strong (OC)

Summary | Two years after the birth of her first child, Rhaenyra is about to give birth to her next children

Warnings: Friends to Strangers to Lovers Trope, Targcest, 16+, meantions of birthing, not proofread, English is not my first language

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Chapter 1: The birth of Lucerya and Lucerys Velaryon

Two years after Rhaenyra gave birth to her son Jacaerys she was pregnant again and by the size of her tummy the maesters believe for her to be pregnant with more than one child.

It would be a lie If Rhaenyra said, that she wasn't scared. Her first birth was a painful experience in itself, but the thought of giving birth to two multiple children just terrified her, because it reminded her of her mother's pregnancy losses and her eventual death.

Thankfully, not only was the pregnancy easy, but she also had the support of her husband Laenor but also that of her lover and father of her children, Ser Harwin Strong. These two men were both excited, even though only one was allowed to show it. But it would be another lie to say, that they both didn't imagine all the things that they would teach the children in the near future.

Laenor somehow managed to convince not only Rhaenyra but also the King and his council that the children should be born on Driftmark, since one of them would become the potential Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark. At the end, Rhaenyra was happy to go through her pregnancy away from King's Landing, away from the Red Keep and most importantly away from the Hightowers.

It was a storm night and the sea was raging with waves as high as the Grand Sept when Rhaenyra gone into labour. The wind was hounding and the rain was pouring out of the sky as if the world was going to end tonight. The young princess felt as if she was burning alive on the inside with tears rolling down her red cheeks and her knuckles turned white from her grabbing the headboard of her bed while trying to stay conscious from all her screaming of pain.

After what felt like a lifetime just as the nautical dawn began the first baby came into the world and with its first cry in this world the storm outside suddenly stopped, as if the young child controlled the sea and its powers. "It's a girl!" came a joyous cry of one of the handmaidens that were there to help Rhaenyra through the birth.

But before the new mother could enjoy her little bundle of Joy, the pain started again. Thankfully this time a lot quicker, and not even 14 minutes later Rhaenyra held both her little girl and boy in her arms close to her heart after her maids cleaned both her and the children. Both of her new children shared their father's dark brown hair and light eyes.

Rhaenyra looked with nothing but pure love at her two children and whispered to them in High Valyrian, "Ñuha dōna byka zaldrīzoti. Nyke kivio ao bona nyke kessa mīsagon ao lēda ñuha olvie issare ēva mazeman ñuha mōrī jelevre." ("My sweet little dragons. I promise you that I shall protect you with my very being until I take my last breath.")

An overexcited Laenor came into the chamber, followed by his parents, Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys. "I heard it was a boy and a girl." He was grinning from one side of his face to the other while approaching his wife and taking a seat beside her. "Mhm", Rhaenyra agreed, "and what an entrance your daughter made."

Corly looked out of the window at the now calm sea, "and like a true Velaryon the sea bends to her will." Rhaenys stud near her husband with a knowing look on her face, but decided not to say anything since everything was still relatively new.

Laenor and Rhaenyra both noticed Rhaenys's look but decided to ignore it and just enjoy the two new souls that are now under their care. "Have you two come up with a name for them?", Rhaenys finally spoke up, walking closer to her son and good-daughter, she could help but give a small smile while looking at her new grandchildren, no matter who the father was, and softly caresses their small chubby cheeks.

"For the boy, we decided on the name Lucerys. For a girl, I originally wanted to name her Visenya, but now that I look at her, I think Lucerya suits her better." Rhaenyra explained while looking at her husband to see if he would approve of her decision. Laenor could only nod, while looking at them with pride in his eyes, "Yeah, Lucerya is good." "Would you both like to hold them?" Laenor turned to his parents and they couldn't denied his question.

Corlys took Lucerys and Rhaenys took Lucerya and at this moment you could see the clear love they both held for their grandchildren. "Lucerya for sure is going to grow up to be a beautiful young maiden, and Lucerys is going to be a handsome young man." Rhaenyra and Laenor were both grateful for Rhaenys's kind words, that she clearly mend.

Corlys looked at both his grandchildren and spoke, "Princess Lucerya and Prince Lucerys Velaryon, welcome to Westeros."

The News of the King's newest grandchild spread like a wildfire over the seven kingdoms and everywhere the smallfolk celebrated their arrival, using these news as an excuse to get away from their day-to-day life, same as they did with the arrival of Prince Jacaerys.

In the Red Keep whatsoever, one, the Queen Alicent wasn't as pleased about the news, as for she found it inappropriate that the heir didn't give birth in the Keep, and she only hoped, that at least these children would look like Laenor Velaryon.

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asumofwords · 2 years ago

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: A lot of you were wanting a DNA test for Helaenas kids after the last chapter hehe.... whelp.... would it make you feel better if I told you he was gentle with her?

Chapter 21: Dragonstone

The trip back to Dragonstone was long and tiresome. You rode on Sȳndor the entire way, alongside your father on Caraxes.

The sun was low in the sky when you had left, and you did not arrive until the sun had risen once more, peeking up above the clouds, chased away by the moon.

You circled around the volcanic island, the high cliffs covered in a soft pillow of fog and smoke. Endless rolls of green layered the grounds, the grass gently swaying in the breeze.

You felt an air of relief once you landed, Sȳndor’s large heavy wings beating against the air to softly descend on Dragonstone. The great dragon bowed gently to the grassy hill to assist you sliding down from his back.

An ache spread through your body as your legs finally touched down. The journey sitting and holding on tight was tiresome, but worth every moment. Soaring high above the clouds, gazing at the many stars and constellations soothed your grief and rage inside you.

For you, flying was an escape. You felt safe atop the pitch black dragon and free from all your worries and troubles. Flying made you laugh and smile, and as you grew it was your favourite past time. Some days you would spend the entirety in the air, pointlessly flying before having to turn home to allow him to rest, and you to eat.

You stretched your arms up high, letting out a long groan as you felt your stiff muscles pull, and joints click. Caraxes’ high squeal pierced your ears as your father landed not far away from you.

Sȳndor let out a loud purr as you brushed your hand against his neck, scratching the scales lovingly, whilst whispering praises to him for his safe journey home.

As the Rogue Prince dismounted The Red Wyrm, its long neck and head turned towards him to nuzzle gently at his side, almost knocking your father from his balance.

“Gīda, Caraxes.” (Calm, Caraxes.) Daemon cooed, roughly patting at its neck.

Caraxes let out a chirping purr.

Walking towards you, the tall Prince cracked his neck to the side, stretching out his spine.

“Skorkydoso glaesā tala?” (How are you daughter?) He asked, voice smooth.

“Jaes, ēdrugī. Mazeman ziry iksā qubykta tepagon iksā iā uēpa vala.” (Gods, tired. I take it you are worse given you are an old man.) You joked, coming to his side as you both began to walk up the long winding path to the entrance, Sȳndor taking flight behind you to rest upon Dragonmont.

“Uēpa vala?” (Old man?) He asked incredulously, “Eminna ao gīmigon bona bisa uēpa vala-“ (I will have you know that this old man-).

“Io bisa iksis jāre naejot sagon iā vestriarzir nūmāzma skorkydoso īlē konīr lēda se Ēlie Vali…” (If this is going to be a story about how you were there with the First Men…) You trailed off, giving Daemon a cheeky smile.

His hand swiftly comes up to gently swat at the back of your head, a loud giggle bursting from your mouth as your tucked yourself under his arm, walking side by side.

“Ao nektogon nyke sīr trūmirī. Nyke jāre naejot ivestragon aōha muña bona emā brōztagon nyke uēpa.” (You cut me so deeply. I’m going to tell your mother that you called me old.”

“Muña jorrāelagon ao kesrio syt iksā uēpa, kępa.” (Mother likes you because you are old, father.) You smirked.

His large hand squeezes your side roughly, causing you to squeak out.

“Such a mean girl you are. How did my daughter ever become so cruel?”

“I suppose it must be all your fault, given my father is the Rogue Prince.”

The winding path is high, clouds below restricting you from looking down to the cliffs and ocean below.

The castle of Dragonstone sits high atop a cliff from an erupted volcano, crashing waves burst below it on the sides. In comparison to the Red Keep in King's Landing, Dragonstone was more of a military base.

Inside the stone walls, there are no tapestries donning the walls, no golden paints and red banners. Its interior is rough like the cliffs it was built upon, sharp and dark in some places whilst others smooth as the water below it.

Large intricate carvings adorned the walls inside and out. Large stone Dragons sat perched on almost every corner and wall, their smooth sculpted bodies protruding from all sides.

Compared to the Red Keep, its design was almost volatile, though the stoneworks and masonry were far beyond any others within the Seven Kingdoms, the skill lost in Old Valyria.

You entered through two large steel doors.

On each side, two stone Dragons heads sat at the entrance, their size almost of your own Dragon. Dragonstone guards opened the large doors, pulling them wide as you and your father walked through, arm in arm.

“Ah,” He breathed, as you walked through the rough walls of the corridor, “Home.”

Large torches lined the walls to guide your path inside. The never ending corridors twisting and turning until finally you came to the Chamber of the Painted Table.

The large stone table sat in the middle of the room, on it a carved map of the Kingdoms. You had fond memories of your father and mother lighting the table up with candles beneath, telling you tales of all the lands. The bright names of the Houses looked up at you, the rivers and oceans looking ablaze with flames.

Walking to the side of the room your father sat heavily upon a chair burying his head into his hands, sighing as he did.

“Are you okay, father?” Concern laced your voice as you walked to stand in front of him.

He leans a hand on the arm of the chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leans heavily.

“I suppose I should speak to you now before the others arrive.” He sighed, head still in his hand.

“About what?”

Anxiety spiked within you.

“Don’t play coy. You know why we must speak.” He grunted, shifting to lean his head fully on his hand, piercing purple eyes looking into yours.

You squirmed under his gaze, waiting for him to continue.

“How long?” He asks, watching you sharply.

You furrow your brows at him, “How long?”

“Have you been courting Aemond.” His tone is sharp.

Your mouth goes dry, “I’m not,” You stumble over your words, “I haven’t…” You’re lost for words.

The Rogue Prince leant his head against the back of the chair, sighing deeply once more, before looking down his nose at you. Even seated he almost towers above you.

“You expect me to believe that with the way he stares at you with his lone eye? His gaze follows your every step.”

“Yes, you are to believe me. When have I ever lied to you? I am not courting Aemond.”

“I could not care less about who you fuck y/n, I have no quarrels with you seeking pleasure.” Your fathers voice was impatient, “Though you need to be careful.”

“I-“ You shake your head, “Careful?”

“Yes. I’m sure you may be familiar with Moon Tea?”

“Moon Tea? Father, I have not laid with him!” Your patience began to wear thin, “I am still a maiden, not that it is your business to know.”

He watches you carefully, eyes scanning your face. A gentle grunt escaped his lips as he leant forward to hold your hands.

“The people of the realm do not take kindly to bastards birthed by royal wombs. There is a reason we are living here and not at the Red Keep.”

“Father I swear to you, I am not courting Aemond.”

“Do you love him?”

You sniff, straightening your back, pushing down all feelings of grief and rage within you. Shame tried to claw its way up your throat but you push it down.

If you told the Rogue Prince, you knew that war would rage.

“No.” You replied, voice short.

Your fathers hands still held yours firmly, as his eyes searched your face.

“I may be an old man, but I know there is more to this than you let on.”

“Enough! How could I ever love someone who has tormented me and my brothers for years? Who hates our very existence? Who calls us bastards? A man who continues the vile whispers at Court? How could I ever give my heart to someone like that?” You snap at him, a small burst of anger spilling away from you uncontrollably.

“Sometimes we don’t understand our heart. It can choose the worst choice for us. To do something so wrong; to love something so pure, that you know you will surely taint it, but you would betray everything, even your own brother to seek it out.”

His face was soft.

You felt tears begin to swell in your eyes. Sniffling you looked down at the floor, your vision blurring. “He is cruel, and unkind. I do not love him.”

“Yet, you mourn him.”

“I mourn who he was.” You snapped. “He was a sweet boy, kind, and caring. Nothing but gentle. He had such a devotion to protecting his sister, and for the first time in years, I saw a glimpse of the little boy I grew up with.”

“You have loved him.”

“Of course, he was my friend; my uncle. We grew up together. Aemond was always kind to me,” A tear fell down your face, “And when the boys would get up to mischief, he would come sit at the Godswood with me and Helaena and listen to us read. He thought he was hidden, but I always knew that he was there. He never hurt me or Helaena, no matter how cruel his brother was to him, no matter how much even my own brothers joined in, he never once struck me. Never once took out his rage on me.”

Your father just looked at you, urging you to continue.

“I don’t love him, I can’t. He has hurt me. He has hurt my brothers. He sides with his venomous mother, everything about him has been twisted. He is the product of the Hightower’s hatred and poison. The sweet boy I knew died when his eye was taken.”

The Rogue Prince gave you a said but knowing smile, pausing before he spoke.

“My heart, you are too good for any man or woman in this realm. No one could ever deserve you.”

He stood to hold you against him, tucking your face in as you cried, resting his lips atop your head.

“You are my life, the greatest gift that the Gods have ever given me. I would die for you, I would watch the entire Realm burn if that meant keeping you happy.”

Tears streamed from your face, the exhaustion of the trip and Aemonds abuse crashing over you like a wave.

“It’s too late. I could never be with him, I could never love him. I-” You pause, your breath hitching in your throat as a sob escaped your lips.

You did not think that this had affected you so much. You did not know how much the years gone by had truly devastated you, but like a dam that waters rose after a flood; You broke.

All the years of shame, of torment. The grief over losing your home, your connection to your family, the stress pushed on you by the Hightower’s; all of it came bubbling over, flooding your senses.

Your father held you tighter as he gently swayed you, cooing sweet words in High Valyrian on the top of your head to soothe you. You stayed in his hold for a while, clutching onto Daemon as you let all that was pent up inside out until all that was left was the bitter taste of rage.

His gentle swaying calmed you.

The Rogue Prince pulled back from you, holding your arms gently as you swiped roughly at your face with the back of your sleeve, feeling agitation seeping further through your bones.

“Better?” He asked.

You nodded your head roughly.

Looking down at you he gave a sly smile, “As much as I am happy to be away from those snivelling cunts, I can’t help but feel some disappointment in not watching Alicent squirm in my presence,” A cheeky chuckle left his lips as he turned to walk you to your chambers, “or Aegon.”

It was your turn to laugh.

“You know I caught him with a servant girl on her knees during the celebration? I was almost tempted to ask Aemond to pluck out my eyes.” You whined, the image of your uncle's depravity flashing in your mind.

“I’m surprised his cock hasn’t fallen off.” Your father hums.

"Ugh, I do not want to think of Aegon's cock right now.” You grimaced.

“When does anyone ever?”

You stifle your giggle as you walk. With each step, your body felt heavier and heavier, the soles of your feet although now fully healed, still ached with the new scars.

As you approached your chambers, a man stood outside of the doors in waiting.

Ser Harold Darke was a tall, muscular man whose skin was pale though littered with small freckles from the sun. He was a handsome man, with dark curled hair that sat behind his ears, and eyes as black as coal. Ser Darke was a kind man, and although at times quite serious, you found yourself to be quite fond of your protector.

“Ser Harold.” You called out to him smiling, his stern face turning to look at you, before a small smile appeared.

The knight bowed his head at you and your father, “Prince Daemon, Princess Y/n.” He acknowledged you both, eyes still on the floor.

“Have you missed me terribly?” You teased, letting go of your fathers arm to walk towards the older man.

“Of course, My Lady.” He replied, duty in his tone, as he began to open the chamber doors for you to enter. You turned on your heel to face Daemon, reaching to hug him as he pulled away scrunching his nose.

“You smell like Dragon.” He cringed before stepping forward to kiss the top of your head.

Looking over your shoulder he addressed Ser Darke, “Have water brought to the Princess’ chambers, so that she may bathe.”

Ser Harold bowed his head, “Of course, My Lord.” He spoke, waiting for you to enter your chambers before leaving.

“I shall see you for supper.” Your father spoke, looking down at you before placing one last kiss to the crown of your head, turning to leave in a flurry of leather, fatigue in his walk.

Stepping through the open doors, you walked into your large chambers.

Your chambers were large and had seperate open rooms for sitting, eating and sleeping. Light streamed streamed through the open balcony, columns of stone with dragons carved into them sat in the corners of the room.

A large four poster bed sat on a far wall, intricate carvings adorning the wood with deep red bed sheets atop. A round table and chairs of dark wood sat in the sitting area with a large fireplace nearby, crackling flames rising from it.

“Thank you, Ser Harold.” You dismissed the knight awaiting at the door.

With a bow he pulled the door shut with a heavy thud.

Walking to the balcony you opened the large doors, breeze from the ocean sweeping inside, causing the soft white curtains to blow inwards in a large ruffle. The breeze tickled your cheeks, and the salt from the ocean's breath settled on your tongue.

Stepping out on the stone balcony you rested against the balustrade heavily, arms crossing over the top as you gazed out to the ocean before you.

A calm settled in your bones, as you breathed the briny air. Finally at peace and back at your second home.

You watched as large waves crashed up against the cliffs below, the fluffy caps spraying up the dark cliffs, their salty spray carried by the wind to salt the air around you. You remember Ser Corlys Velaryon telling you once that the oceans salt could cleanse you of ailments and anxiety, and you believed him.

You stood on the balcony for some time, watching the waves below and breathing deeply as he had told you, letting the stress of your travels melt away. The longer you watched, the more at peace you felt.

One day you would be Lady of Dragonstone, and the thought of being with the salty spray and calming waves for the rest of your days, brought great comfort to you. You would be away from the crowded city of Kings Landing and away from your uncles and all of their troubles. Here was a place without the Greens.

Here you could live out your days and perhaps find a suitable husband, have children of your own and grow old.

A knock sounded at your doors.

You turned to walk back inside, smoothing your wind swept hair, “Enter.” You called out gently.

Two maids walked inside with large buckets of water, as they stepped through the threshold they bowed, “Princess y/n, we are to prepare your bath.” A maid called Meera spoke, dark black hair braided neatly down her back.

“Thank you.” You walked back outside to watch the waves, as more stepped through to bring and fill the tub before the fireplace.

Shortly the bath was filled, the sweet aromas of the oils littered the air as you walked back inside. Though something caught your attention, you sniffed the air once more taking in the subtle scent of something familiar.

Walking to the large tub you breathed deeply, brows furrowing at the familiarity.

“What oils are these?” You asked, watching the steam roll out of the water.

The smaller maid, Alanna, had light brown hair, and although it was shorter than Meera, it was braided tightly atop her head.

“New ones, My Lady. Sent from Kings Landing as a gift to you. There is rose oil, and bergamot from the Keeps garden,” She began to list, thought in her eyes, “frankincense from Dorne, oil from the peels of oranges…”

“And sandalwood, Princess.” Meera finished for her.

Your breath hitched in your throat, brows furrowing. You reached your fingertips to dip them into the steaming water.

“Be careful My Lady, the water is boiling!” Alanna exclaimed, hand reaching to grab you as your fingers plunged into the milky water.

You felt no pain, only the glorious heat which curled itself around your digits. “It is perfect. Thank you both. You may leave.”

The girls gave an awkward bow, looking worriedly at your hand before turning to take the oils and buckets with them as they swiftly left the room.

You peeled the layers of leather from your body, letting them drop to the floor in a heap, the weight of the coat lifted from your shoulders as a steady ache began to bloom in your lower back.

You bent down to unlace your boots before stepping out of the puddle of clothes beneath you.

Lifting your foot to dip it into the water, you tested the temperature. It was not at all boiling and was the perfect heat to relax your wound up muscles. Once satisfied that the girls were overreacting about the heat, and that it would not in fact burn you, you let the heat engulf your leg as you stepped fully into the tub. You sank into the heavily scented water, you felt the burning heat crawl up your skin.

No pain was felt, only comfort.

Once seated fully within the large tub you leant against the back, stretching your legs out in front of you, feeling your muscles begin to relax. Your muscles slowly unclenched and any pain your back slowly began to melt away from you.

A deep sigh left your chest as you skimmed your fingers on the surface of the water, small beads of oil clumping into little balls atop. How curious.

Lifting your fingers to your lips you sniffed at the scent.

A glorious blend which complimented itself, through its sweet tones and rough spices. Though the hints of sandalwood brought memories of your uncle back into your mind.

You squirmed in the tub, feeling a new heat crawl up your spine.

Memories of his fingers on your centre, his sneer as he gazed at you, those lips that pressed against yours, fluttered about in your mind. The fear of him that had once been there was now gone, replaced by a heady desire.

You found yourself closing your eyes, memories of your dream and his assault causing your core to clench, hand slipping down between your thighs, gently touching at your sensitive bundle of nerves.

A deep sigh tumbled from your lips as you began to rub soft circles against your clit, breath hitching as you felt pleasure surge beneath your skin. You thought of the dark Dornish man from your dreams, his large hand holding you as he plunged his fingers into your core, your own hand mimicking the fantasy.

The pleasure built within you as you continued, fingers working faster to bring you to your peak.

Mewls peeled from your lips as you arched into your hand, getting closer to the precipice as the Dornish man began to sink below your waist, tongue lapping gently at your centre.

A low groan fell from your lips.

“Zaldistros.” The man whispered, your uncles smooth timbre suddenly replacing him.

Your eyes shot open and you jerked in the tub, water splashing up the sides and over onto the floor. Growling in frustration, you leant back once more, closing your eyes, determined to enjoy your fantasy without interruption.

Instead, you thought of a woman your age, dark skin and gorgeous hair, plucking delicately at your centre, to bring you to your release. A moan slipped through your lips as you thought of her, pressed against you, your mouths crashing together in tandem as she rubbed against you.

Short breaths puffed from your mouth as the spring inside you began to tighten.

Your hand worked faster slipping between your thighs, water softly lapping the sides of the tub as you neared your release, the image of the woman above you guiding you to your peak. Pleasure climbed within you, your core clenched, breaths stuttering as the spring began to snap.

“Cum for me Zaldristos.” Came the smooth purr of your uncle, as you came.

Pleasure surged through your body, as your core seized around nothing. A long moan pouring out of your lips as your body twitched within the torrid waters. Any tightness in your body was surely released after such a powerful orgasm.

Oh Gods.

As your breathing settled, frustration bubbled to the surface. Fuck. Air came roughly out through your nose as you opened your eyes to stare up at the ceiling. The lightness from your peak fading as something new settled into your chest.

The intricate designs carved on the ceiling looked back down at you.

You grunted leaning forward to snatch the wash cloth left on the edge of the tub, as you roughly began to scrub your body. You rubbed at your skin until it was red and raw, your anger at yourself pooling into every movement of your hand.

What was wrong with you?

Anger rippled through you as you threw the washcloth against the side of the tub, curse exploding from your lips.

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