#alpha aemond

[eeveseeve]

omegaverse betrothed lucemond is by far my favorite dynamic

Luke: after we wed, Aemond will delight in making my life miserable, i bet he is already full of plans to make me suffer for the rest of my days, he hates me.

Aemond, head empty: hmmm pretty wife

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, where Rhaenyra dies from Alicent's knife)

Rhaenyra died protecting Lucerys from Alicent's knife after she tried to take his eye.

After that day, Alicent was supposed to be executed, however Otto pulled strings, and though Viserys was extremely reluctant, he was forced to imprison her in her chambers indefinitely, with no one allowed to visit her, instead.

She has gone crazy, screaming that she didn't mean to, that it wasn't her intention. No one cared what she had intended. The Heir is dead. The Queen killed her. That is the truth that rang all throughout Westeros.

Corlys and Rhaenys, angered that Viserys allowed the green queen to live, immediately sprung into action. They told Viserys that Rhaenyra's children are not safe while the murderer, her followers, and her children lived in the Red Keep. They asked that they would live with them, in Driftmark instead. Unsurprisingly, Viserys was adamant that they'd stay, that he had already lost his (only) daughter, and that he refuses to lose her children too.

Daemon then appeared and the three fought to convince Viserys to send Jacaerys and Joffrey to Dragonstone, where Daemon will personally raise and train them alongside Rhaenys. Rhaenys, who was trained since the beginning to be the heir to the king, unlike Viserys, can teach Jacaerys everything he needed to know about ruling. And Joffrey would be taught under Daemon, to raise and train him as a prince and a warrior.

Corlys would have Lucerys in Driftmark, to be raised and taught the ways of the heir of Driftmark. Though Viserys was at first adamant to keep them all there, even going so far as threatening to imprison them, he eventually agreed when he saw the three boys and their cousins gathered together, crying their hearts out.

And so, they left, and it was a horrible thing, to convince both Jacaerys and Joffrey to let go of Lucerys so soon after they lost their mother, and to hear Lucerys crying, begging them not to separate them, but it had to be done, and so they were separated, with Lucerys only having Baela as company. Together, they mourned their losses.

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Time passed, and news spread. The two princes in Dragonstone grew, both presented as an alpha, but the one in Driftmark...

He presented as omega. What shocked the people was the fact that Corlys was insistent in keeping Lucerys as heir, despite it all. But they remembered how he fought for his wife's claim, and now, it was less than surprising that he continues to fight for his grandson's. Unfortunately, he had to fight once more in the Stepstones, calling Rhaenys and Rhaena back to Driftmark, with Lucerys already acting as heir despite his age.

It was to no one's surprise that Vaemond, coward that he is, decided to go against his brother's claim after ensuring that his brother is injured in the Stepstones. He plotted with Otto, who managed to keep his position despite everything, and the hearing was set.

Daemon, Jacaerys and Joffrey first arrived, and everyone was curious to see how much they changed. Jacaerys was calm and collected, a charming man, he had the stance of a proud general, one that is used to leading and fighting, a perfect mixture of one taught by the Queen Who Never Was, and the Rogue Prince of the City. Joffrey, unfortunately, was taught entirely by Daemon, and it showed. It was like the second coming of Daemon, a charming little boy, but there was a viciousness hidden in him.

Then came Rhaenys, Baela, Rhaena, and Lucerys. The crowd that gathered couldn't help but stare at Lucerys. Ignoring his coloring, he was the mixture of both Rhaenyra and Aemma, his face schooled like Rhaenys, calm, without a hint of anxiousness. Like he just came to visit instead of the truth, where he had to defend himself and his claim. He had long lost his need to hide behind the people he loved. Corlys ensured that he would be able to stand on his own, to have pride in himself.

He wore a dress his mother would have worn, a dress with the designs of old Valyria, but instead of black and red, like his brothers, he wore blue. What made it all scandalous was the fact the he, an omega, came into court collarless.

Jacaerys and Joffrey all but ran to him, and his facade cracked, revealing a sweet smile reserved only for them.

Jacaerys and Lucerys walked around the castle walls, Daemon had a hard time taking Joffrey away, since they needed to see his brother, the King, and Daemon did not trust Joffrey out of his sight.

Jacaerys and Lucerys strolled around like they had lived in the Red Keep all their lives, ignoring the stares, and eventually made it to the training grounds, where they saw their uncle Aemond defeating Cris Cole, apparently not caring for tourneys.

When he turned to see them, he ignored Jacaerys, and his eye lingered on Lucerys. Specifically on his shoulder and unprotected neck. Lucerys and Jacaerys glared, for him, their mother died. He owed them a debt, and sooner or later, it will be paid. They soon entered the courtroom, and glared at Otto, who dared to sit on the throne.

When Vaemond was finished with his bouts, Lucerys began his own, until Viserys came to defend his grandchildren. Viserys reinstated Lucerys as heir to Driftmark, ignoring Vaemond's words, angering him enough to call the three bastards, and Lucerys, an Omegan whore.

He kept his tongue, the rest of his head, however, separated from his body, and Dark Sister was fed with blood again.

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With the dinner comes the problem. Alicent, for the first time in years, was allowed to leave her room, to the anger of every single person besides the greens.

The argument started when Viserys decided to betroth Lucerys and Aemond.

All hell broke lose, however, when Alicent called Lucerys "Rhaenyra", and he asked if she planned to kill him too.

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So, thoughts? Violent reactions?

If anyone wishes to create a full fanfic with this setting, please tell me!

[captain039]

PART 3 In plain sight

Aemond x niece!reader

Warnings: AOB, swearing, HOTD things, targcest, incest uncle/niece, tension, angst, smut, sexual things, reader is Rhaenyra’s daughter (specified brown hair), plus size reader, fat shaming, self esteem issues

Previous part <-

The dragon pit is tense when you land. Your dragon grumbling as she enters the pit and disappears from your sight. There’s guards outside waiting no doubt for you. You approach as a knight steps forward nods his head.

“Your room is set up princess” he says and you nod following him as he turns then walks and you follow. You keep your head down no doubt the word getting around quicker than an infection. You enter the room quickly what little things you bought in a pack on the desk. Gods what a mess.

A small knock comes and you tense before opening the door frowning when you see Lord Larys.

“Princess” he bows his head.

“May I come in?” He asks and you nod letting him inside.

“What can I do for you lord Larys?” You ask nervously rubbing your hands together.

“I did wonder how long it’d take for someone to recognise you” he smiles slightly and it leaves you a little uneasy.

“The prince regent took longer than expected” he shrugs slightly.

“My lord I don’t wish to talk about this” you cut the man off and he nods.

“Of course, to the issues at hand. I’m afraid your- the prince regent is thirsting for war” he says and you frown briefly at his lap of words.

“I’m aware” you say shoulders tense.

“I don’t know if there is truely a way to stop it without blood shed on either side” his explanation is slow and his avoidant eyes make you annoyed yet you try to keep your calm.

“Perhaps you could play a much greater part in this” he says looking to you again.

“I have played a part look where it got me” you gesture to the room probably your now prison.

“The king is on the mend, I’m trying my best to get him up quicker, but it’s going to take time with his wounds, and with the whispers of new dragon riders the prince regent doesn’t have as many dragons” you know all he says.

“Lord Larys speak plainly” you say.

“Distract him” the lord says and you frown.

“For the sake of us all” he mutters as hurried footsteps come closer and the door is opened. Aemond stands there brows frowning as he spots the lord.

“Lord Larys” Prince Aemond says his tone menacing.

“Prince Aemond” Lord Larys answers and leaves.

“Did our whisperer, whisper something to you?” Aemond asks closing the door behind him.

“No” you say simply.

“If you aren’t going to kill me-“ The alpha has the audacity to let out a small growl like noise.

“Uncle” you scoff lightly as he approaches.

“Such familiar titles” he says and you frown as he keeps his eye narrowed on you. He stands too close, but you don’t back down from the silent challenge of the alpha even if his scent fills your nose deliciously.

“Change out of those clothes” he says eye darting down to your servants outfit and you scoff quietly.

“Afraid to be seen with a servant my prince?” You talk back but he stays silent.

“What do you want from me?” You sigh and you watch his pupil dilate before a knock comes.

“Who is it?” Prince Aemond calls before you can.

“Servants My Prince” a presumed knight answers and the door opens. Three ladies walk in and you know them. Ilya a young woman with blonde long hair tied in a braid, Brenna a slightly older woman with brown short hair to her shoulders and Lyria, same age as Ilya with light brown hair in a bun.

“Your ladies in waiting princess” Prince Aemond says and you frown.

“I know these women” you say a little quieter.

“You did work with them” your uncle says matter of factly making you glare.

“You’ve been deceived I’m afraid, the princess of Dragon Stone has been hiding amongst you” the women stare in shock before they all bow slightly muttering soft ‘Princess’ as they do.

“Run her a bath, get her changed for dinner” Prince Aemond orders before he’s out the door without another word. You glare at the door and huff as Ilya goes to the bathing room area.

“Apologies” you say.

“No, it’s alright I understand” Brenna says a small smile on your face.

“I’m here on my own accord, as daughter of the true heir” you say slightly testing where their loyalty lies.

“Long live the Queen” they both say and you nod smiling a little.

You bathe, the feeling odd of having someone who you worked with now cleaning your hands and nails. Your hair is brushed and braided before you’re adorned in a dark blue dress and some jewellery. You’re escorted down to the dining room, finding it strange you’re not the one serving. You sit at the table finding it oddly empty besides Helaena and her children and Aemond at the head of the table. Helaena glances to you briefly before going back to her food. It’s silent the whole way through dinner. Nobody speaks except for the children and their soft babbling as the servants help feed them. You don’t dare look at Aemond, finding yourself having simmering rage against him even more so now.

After dinner finishes you excuse yourself and follow the guard back to your room. You grab some parchment and a pen before you begin writing to your mother in quick lettering. You sigh scribbling the words out in annoyance before grabbing a new piece of parchment. A knock comes but you ignore it hoping whoever it was believed you were asleep. Only they didn’t, the door opened and you turned with a frown before you saw the prince. You huffed quietly turning back to your desk and dipping your quill in the inkwell.

“That’s no way to greet a prince” Aemond says voice teasing and you roll your eyes.

“You want to be swooned over and relished go to the silk streets” you sneer back sighing when you can’t find words for your mother. Gods she must be worried, maybe even thinks you’re dead.

“What are you writing?” He asks voice surprisingly softer.

“A letter, is there something you needed?” You say rushed hand shaking as you hold the quill. You feel like the days rushed back to you, everything that’s happened. You see splotches of inc on the paper and sigh a little. You stiffen though as you sense the prince alpha directly behind you.

“What are you struggling with?” He asks voice close to your ear but calm and smooth.

“Nothing you can help with” you snap. You feel like you’re begging to be executed with your rudeness to the prince regent of the realm. He hums hand on your bare shoulder making you jolt.

“Your scent reeks of anxiety’s” he says as you take small breaths trying to not melt into the warmth of his hand.

“That’s what happens when one has a day as I have” you mutter grabbing another sheet. He hums again hand moving to the back of your neck making you even more tense till you feel him gently massage. You can’t deny the instant reaction of your shoulders drooping a little more and your eyes closing. You breathe a little deeper cursing him silently but also enjoying it silently. This action should be banned from your biology as omega, the calm it brings.

“Write” he says softly and you snap out of the small trance you’re in.

“While the enemy looms over my shoulder?” You ask hearing him chuckle softly.

“I have to make sure you’re not writing anything to give our enemy information” he answers.

“Your enemy, my mother is not my enemy, my family is not my enemy, except you” you say blankly.

“Write omega” he repeats and you curse him silently. You write to your mother. Explaining why you left, what you planned to do, and now that you were living at the Red Keep unharmed. That Elea had flown here also on her own accord and that you were alive. Apparently whatever you writ was appropriate as you finished and sealed the letter. You doubt he would truely send it off anyway as you hand it back to the prince alpha. He hums, takes it and leaves the room without another word. Your whole body sags but you don’t get much time to breathe as your ladies in waiting dress you for bed.

[minteaspoon]

“Take Me”

a/n: viserys is cackling in the background of this lmao, this is also abo, but you can ignore that if ya want idc

daemyra gets a taste of their own medicine with lucemond, and the same exact situation that happened between them happening with the second sons>:)

bold and italics are Valyrian!!!

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It was a day of celebration for everyone in Kings Landing.

The day celebrated the betrothal of Lucerys Velaryon to the second son of House Tully.

Inside the main hall, in front of the Iron Throne, music and dancing and laughing could be heard and seen.

The Lords and Ladies galavanted and gossiped, danced and sang, feasted and laughed.

Some looked over at the Heir to the Driftmark Throne, sat next to his soon-to-be-husband with the Queen and Prince Consort sat beside them, to gauge the brunette’s expressions.

Others couldn’t careless as long as they were able to satisfy their greed.

However, one wasn’t.

The One-Eyed second son of former Queen Alicent Hightower and late King Viserys Targaryen, first of his name.

His keen eye kept track of every little detail on his nephew’s face, not once looking away.

Soon, the nephew catches his eye, and the two gaze into each other’s violet and dark orbs, taunting each other to make a move.

It was the uncle who followed through.

Walking towards his seated heart, he stands at his side, and raises a palm up to offer a dance. It catches the attention of all those in attendance, though they attempt to look dismissive and uncaring.

Lucerys stared at the offered hand, before putting his own on top, and was pulled away from his betrothed and soon to be husband after the feasts and festivities to officiate the marriage.

Sauntering to the center was rather easy, as the excited crowd parted, whispering to one another of how Luke’s first dance wasn’t with his betrothed at their own wedding, but with his own uncle - whom he maimed in their childhood.

The nephew-uncle duo soon started a chain of dance as the music picks up, and more Lords and Ladies join them on the dance floor.

“Do you not feel bored at this procession, my dear nephew? It’s rather dull, and lacks the appeal of a true wedding befitting one of the blood of Old Valyria,” Aemond starts, leaning his head in to whisper to his nephew’s ear.

His eye looked around, and he makes contact with the silently furious gaze of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Black Queen.

“No, uncle, I find I rather like a dull wedding with so little fanfare. I rather dislike an obnoxiously jubilant one, it makes me feel rather…overwhelmed.”

Aemond twirls his heart, before the brunette quickly hits their hips back together with a soft thud of clothing.

“My dear uncle, I fear this betrothal to a mere second son of a lower House would prove to be unfruitful, and utterly flat,” Lucerys softly whines, leaning his head closer to his uncle’s neck.

His warm breath tickles the fuzz on Aemond’s neck.

“You play a dangerous game, my little dragon.”

“We’ve been playing this game since the day you and I came into this world.”

Aemond hums, “this game can go no further, my Lord Nephew, you will be leaving me behind for a mere second son of House Tully. He knows naught of our House, it’s traditions nor its history.”

“Then take me.”

The two went silent for a few moments, their eyes fixated on each other.

“My dear uncle, you know of our family’s importance, of our family’s history and it’s traditions. You’ve known me since I was but a mere babe. You’ve known me for longer than my betrothed.”

Aemond and Lucerys have long stopped their waltz, halting in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded and covered by a distracted and exuberant crowd from the eyes of outsiders. Their heads were leaned in close to each other, foreheads touching, cheeks nearly doing the same. They could feel each other’s exhales on their lips every time they took a breath. All while they kept their eyes on each other.

“So take me, uncle. Cut through the Queensguard. Take me in the tradition of our House. Take me to Dragonstone, and make me your husband, and I’ll make you mine.”

Suddenly, Aemond’s hand shoots forward, and clutches a side of Lucerys’s face. The alpha’s fingers at the back of the omega’s head, threading through his dark curls, roughly grabbing onto the loose strands.

“My Lord Dragon-“

A loud shout came from the Royal Table.

Daemon had stood up, and unsheathed Dark Sister, and was pointing its sharp blade at his one eyed nephew.

Aemond covers Luke, and whispers gently and quickly into his ear, so that only he could hear the next words coming from his mouth;

“Meet me on the back of Arrax tonight, I shall ensure you and that Tully man shall never wed nor know of the marriage bed, now and forever more. We shall fly swiftly to Dragonstone to wed, and consummate our long-overdue marriage in front of the Septons, and Maesters, and Maids. For you, Lucerys Velaryon, are my dearest heart.”

[leiabird]

Taking what I’m owed

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Smut, Fluff, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Aemond Targaryen, Omega Lucerys Velaryon, Manipulation, Hair-Pulling Kink, Manhandling, Aged-Up Lucerys Velaryon

Word Count: 4,409

Inspired by my own Drabble here on tumblr and can also be found on my ao3

“Give me your eye or I will take it bastard!”

His voice had sounded strange to his own ears. Manic and Frantic. It had burst out of him without any control, all this anger and resentment over the loss of his eye. All this pain of his disfigurement.

But of course the bastard had escaped unscathed. As always. Lord Baratheon’s voice had echoed through the hall. There would be no vengeance for him today. He was not allowed to harm Lucerys who had come only as an envoy. They would both spend the night at separate ends of the castle, as far away from each other as possible, until the storm would pass.

As if Aemond would accept that. He was the brother of the King after all, no matter how useless said King was. A little lord in a castle plagued by storms wouldn’t keep him away from what he was owed.

Silent as a mouse Aemond was sneaking through the hallways of Storm’s End. He knew how to avoid the guards in their rotations. There had been many times when he had snuck out of the castle whether it was to retrieve Aegon or to go on a midnight fly on Vhagar.

Aemond continued his journey with determined steps. A part of him almost wanted a guard to appear in front of him. He wanted the fight, the thrill and the blood that came with it. But he would soon have enough of that. When he was holding his nephew’s eye in his hands. His pace quickened with anticipation.

When he heard the chattering of guards he knew that he was close. Peeking around the corner he made out two guards positioned in front of a door.

Aemond couldn’t supress the smirk creeping up on his face. There was no way they were guarding just any guest room in the castle.

Out of reflex his hand went to his dagger, but then he stopped himself. The dagger was for Lucerys and Lucerys only. He would manage the guards on his own. Aemond took a deep breath and then the rush came. Often when he fought he almost couldn’t remember anything of it afterwards. He would lose himself in it so deeply that his conscious mind wasn’t able to follow.

He took the guards down in a matter of seconds. They were both tired and surprised and didn’t put up much of a struggle. One he knocked out quickly before putting the other in a headlock, effectively silencing him, before the lack of oxygen put him out. Aemond let him silently sink to the floor, not bothering to check if he was still breathing.

His hand reached out and then hovered over the door knob. He took a deep breath and the sweet smell of revenge reached his nose. Aemond smiled. Finally.

The boy hadn’t even bothered to lock the door. He must have been so sure of Lord Baratheon’s protection. As if there was anything in the world that could protect him from Aemond.

Silently Aemond entered the room and carefully closed the door behind him. This time he turned the lock. Looking up he tried to adjust his eye to the dark. The only faint source of light came from the window.

That was when a lightning bolt lit up the skies above Storm’s End and for a glorious moment Aemond could clearly see his nephew’s figure on the bed. Lucerys was sleeping so deeply that not even the following thunder made him stir.

Aemond crept up on him and took out his dagger with delicate fingers. The very same dagger that Lucerys had refused only hours before. This time he would have no choice.

Eagerly getting closer to the bed he had to stop. Lucerys was moving. Aemond held his breath. But instead of opening his eyes and getting up the boy only turned until he was on his back, his arms splayed out beside him. His deep breathing continued.

Aemond nearly chuckled. Lucerys had presented himself for him perfectly.

Creeping ever closer and again getting a hint of that sweet smell that promised his retaliation, Aemond loomed over Lucerys. He took a moment to imprint Lucerys’ soft and delicate features, the upturned curve of his nose, the sweet freckles, the porcelain skin, before he would mutilate and disfigure this pretty face forever.

Aemond jumped upon the boy the moment another lightning bolt illuminated the room. Lucerys’ eyes shot open (it would be the last time he opened both of them) as he laid eyes upon Aemond. His hand on the boy’s mouth muffled his scream and the dagger pressed right under his eye silenced him quickly. The blade was glinting in the light of the lighting outside the window. Realising what situation he was in, Lucerys let go where his hands had tried to press against Aemond. Instead they started to shake.

“Hello taoba” (boy) Aemond couldn’t hide the smirk in his voice, his sapphire eye gleaming down at his nephew. He hadn’t bothered to put his eyepatch back on. He wanted the boy to see exactly what he had done and what Aemond was about to do to him.

Lucerys was shaking in his grasp. It only spurred Aemond on further. He chuckled and leaned in closer to his nephew’s ear.

“Did you really think that a little lord would be able to keep me from what I’m owed?”

Slowly Aemond trailed his dagger down, sliding it softly over Lucerys’ cheek, his jaw and settling under his chin. Lucerys let out a scared whine.

Again Aemond chuckled and whispered in his nephew’s ear “I can take any part of you I want right now. Your eye, your tongue. I could break that pretty nose again. I can disfigure you as you have disfigured me.”

A tear rolled down Lucerys’ cheek and Aemond took his hand away from his mouth to catch it. His nephew’s breathing was erratic, he was panting nearly. Aemond looked deep into his eyes, wanting to relish in the fear inside them. Lucerys’ pupils were dilated and in them he saw…

All of a sudden Aemond jerked back. He sat up, still pinning his nephew to the bed and finally taking in the smell. The sweet smell of revenge he had relished in. He wanted to kick himself. Blinded by vengeance he hadn’t picked up on what the sweet smell surrounding his nephew meant.

“You’re an omega”

It was not a question he asked Lucerys, it was a fact. There was no denying it. His sweet, sweet nephew, the delight of the family. An omega.

Aemond furrowed his brows and looked down at Lucerys, his mind spinning from the realisation and the scent that was growing thicker and thicker.

“But how?” He asked bewildered.

Lucerys sniffed and answered quietly “Mother told me to hide it. She said it would question my claim to Driftmark even further.” Again he sniffed.

Aemond tried to make sense of the situation.

“But how the fuck did you hide that?” It didn’t make any sense.

Lucerys cast his gaze downward and admitted “Mother gave me scent blockers, but… I forgot to take them with me here” He nibbled at his lip.

Desperately Aemond tried to look away from Lucerys’ lips and focused on the boy’s eyes again. His nephew, the heir to Driftmark, the family’s delight, the boy who had taken his eye at only eight years old, was an omega.

Aemond should take his eye now. He should collect his debt, be done with it and return to his chambers. That was what he should do.

But as Lucerys’ scent drew him in further and further he couldn’t help but think that now, there was another way. Another way for him to collect his debt. Another way for him to take Lucerys.

“Uncle?” Lucerys tried tentatively “Will you please let me go? We can-“

Whatever his nephew wanted to suggest was lost when Aemond threw the knife to the side and buried his nose in his neck. He deeply breathed in that sweet smell of honey and sunshine and … was that the sea? A true Velaryon after all.

Lucerys choked on his own words and his hands flew up into Aemond’s hair. Whilst Aemond’s nose and mouth brushed alongside his nephew’s neck, Lucerys let out a whine so sweet that Aemond wanted to drink it from his lips.

Then the fingers that had found their way into his hair grabbed tight and tugged hard. Aemond moaned as the pain send a shockwave directly to his cock. Forced by the strong hands in his hair he looked up and directly into his nephew’s eyes.

Lucerys was panting and looking at him with a dazed expression. His porcelain skin seemed to glow, decorated by his freckles. His soft curls were ruffled from sleep and created a halo around his head. He looked like a saint. Ethereal and stunning. Aemond didn’t know how he could have ever thought about ruining that perfect, delicate face.

“Qȳbor” (Uncle) Lucerys sounded breathless “W-What…?”

Leaning down again Aemond placed his forehead against Lucerys’, their noses brushing. His breath ghosted over his nephew’s lips as he answered “I’m taking what I’m owed”

A shiver ran through Lucerys and Aemond caught a glimpse of something in his eyes. It was a fire, not fueled by hatred, but by lust. It was the annoying defiance that sweet Lucerys would show him and only him. This was the boy that had taken his eye. The boy through who’s veins ran dragon fire. A little dragon himself.

Tugging at his hair again Lucerys pulled Aemond down and violently crashed their lips into each other.

Aemond practically began to devour him. Every gasp that slipped from the omegas lips was swallowed by Aemond. His nephew’s hands were still in his hair, tugging him even closer and driving Aemond insane.

He slipped his hands underneath Lucerys’ tunic and dug his fingers into the soft skin. The boy arched his back up into Aemond. Lucerys pressed up into Aemond’s cock straining in his breeches and a growl escaped his lips. Taken aback the omega broke the kiss to lock eyes with Aemond, suddenly coy.

But before the boy’s shyness could take over, Aemond tightened his grip on him and pulled him upward. He manhandled the boy until he was sitting in his lap and dug his hands into Aemond’s shoulders, scrambling for purchase.

Not taking any more time Aemond grabbed the hem of Lucerys’ tunic and tugged it over his head. His nephew’s curls got even more ruffled in the process and Aemond finally gave into the urge and buried his hand in Lucerys’ soft hair. Continuing to devour the boy’s lips, Aemond placed his other hand low on his nephew’s back. He pulled Lucerys flush against his chest. The boy understood the message a little too well and ground himself against Aemond’s erection. It was too much and not enough.

He answered Lucerys’ whimper at the contact with another growl and pushed the boy back down onto the bed. There he laid sprawled out beneath him, a beautiful flush sprawling across his cheeks and down onto his chest. He was panting and his lips were swollen and glistening from spit. Lucerys looked like the embodiment of every sinful desire Aemond had ever had.

Aemond made quick work of his own clothes, discarding first his tunic and then making quick work of his trousers. Lucerys gaped at his naked form and for a moment Aemond feared the boy would draw back again, overcome with shyness. Instead his nephew began pulling at his own pants, trying to get them off as quickly as possible.

Smirking Aemond leaned down to help the boy. When they were finally both free of their clothes Aemond settled himself between Lucerys’ legs. His nephew immediately put them around his waist, locking his ankles, and his hands made their way back into Aemond’s hair to pull him down into another desperate kiss.

He felt as if every part of him that was touching Lucerys’ naked skin was on fire. He couldn’t get enough of it, trying to engulf his nephew with his form. Placing his hands on either side of Lucerys’ head he ground himself against him. They both moaned when their cocks brushed against each other, the friction feeling heavenly.

Aemond trailed one of his hands down over his nephew’s shoulder and to his chest. Placing a kiss on Lucerys’ jaw, he played with a nipple. The boy’s moan which was now no longer muffled by Aemond’s mouth sent shivers down his spine. He continued nipping and kissing at Lucerys’ jaw and his neck getting closer and closer where the boy’s mating mark would go. The scent of honey, sea and sunshine was thickest here and it made his mouth water.

He wanted to bite. He wanted to sink his teeth into the tender flesh and claim Lucerys. He wanted the boy to be his and no one else’s. He wanted to be the only one in the world who got to see Lucerys this way.

Sucking bruises into his nephew’s skin Aemond let his hand wander down further until he reached their cocks. He took them both in hand and began to stroke. Lucerys let out a sob. Wanting to see his nephew’s expression Aemond pulled himself up a bit and oh… Lucerys looked completely blissed out. His eyes were shut tightly and his soft lips formed a delicate o. Aemond wondered how the boy would look like when he would finally actually fuck him.

The thought deepened his desire and he let go of them both, his hand reaching down. Brushing his fingers against Lucerys’ hole he could feel the boy leaking slick. He was practically gushing. And he wasn’t even in heat.

Agonizingly slowly he pushed one finger inside. Rubbing against his nephew’s tight walls he began to work him open as gentle as he found himself capable.

That was when he heard it. “Aemond.” It was a moan, nearly a whisper but his name on Lucerys’ lips drove him near insane. He added another finger, going faster, trying to get into this warm engulfing heat as fast as possible.

Lucerys was writhing underneath him, not seeming to know if he should try to draw back from this intense onslaught of pleasure or try to get even closer. He was moaning and babbling nonsense, moaning Aemond’s name every once in a while. It was all Aemond wanted to hear for the rest of his life. It was heavenly.

When the boy was easily taking three of his fingers Aemond pulled out. Lucerys whined at the loss and seemed to be about to complain when he drew in a sharp gasp at the sensation of Aemond’s cock at his entrance.

Aemond positioned himself feeling as if he would truly go mad if he wasn’t inside of Lucerys right now, trying to ease his way in as gently as possible. The tip was about to slip in when-

“Umbās” (Wait)

Immediately he stilled. It was agony and it was torture but he kept still, not moving an inch.

“Are you going to claim me, qȳbor?” (Uncle)

Aemond was panting, his mind a mess.

“I… what…?”

Lucerys placed his hands gently on either side of his face and made him look into his eyes.

“Are you going to claim me as your mate and bring me back to Dragonstone?”

Aemond didn’t know how Lucerys was forming cohering sentences. He couldn’t even think coherently much less form words.

“Lucerys … Kostilus...” (Please…) Aemond tried to answer but his tongue seemed to fail him.

“Will you wed me and fight by my side for the rightful Queen?”

“I…” Aemond was gasping, his mind trying to comprehend what Lucerys meant.

“Kostilus qȳbor” (Please Uncle) Lucerys was begging now “Kostilus kiviōs issa se verdās issa aōhon” (Please promise me and make me yours)

That little dragon. How was Aemond supposed to refuse him?

“I swear it, issa zaldrītsos” (my little dragon) he whispered against Lucerys’ lips “Jaehossi uēpossi arlȳssī” (By the old gods and the new)

He was doomed in that moment and he knew it. But he just simply couldn’t get himself to care about it, not when his nephew was smiling up at him so sweetly and happily. Not when he was feeling things he never had before. And he never wanted it to stop.

Once again Lucerys dug his fingers into his hair and pulled him closer.

“Pār derās issa, qȳbor” (Then take me, uncle) Whispered Lucerys into his ear “Mazemās issa” (Claim me)

And finally, finally Aemond was being engulfed by Lucerys’ tight and wet heat. His mind was spinning and there was a buzzing in his ears but he still heard the near scream his nephew let out.

He looked down, trying to focus his thoughts again and took in the sight beneath him. Lucerys had his back arched off the mattress, his hand clinging onto Aemond as if he was his life line. His eyes rolled back in his head and then he came with another shout, completely untouched, all over himself.

Aemond let out a hiss as Lucerys’ walls tightened around him. His nephew was sobbing and tears were welling up in his eyes from the intensity of it all.

“Please…” he was babbling “Please… qȳbor”(uncle)

“Shhhh” was Aemond’s answer, trying to soothe the overwhelmed omega “It’s alright, issa zaldrītsos (my little dragon), I have you.”

When Lucerys seemed to have won back at least a bit of his composure, Aemond pulled back a little only to thrust back in.

“Kessa” (Yes) his nephew moaned desperately “Kessa, qȳbor” (Yes, uncle)

Aemond began thrusting into Lucerys in earnest now. At every thrust his nephew let out the sweetest moan Aemond had ever heard and he tried desperately to not start pounding into Lucerys like a madman. He wanted to be gentle with him, his sweet nephew deserved that.

Dragging himself in and out of Lucerys slowly he once again buried his face into the boy’s neck and started to kiss the delicate skin. Beneath him Lucerys tried to move up into him and meet his thrust until Aemond grazed the spot of his mating mark with his teeth. The boy let out a whine and became completely pliant, moaning sweetly “Kessa” (Yes) and “Please” and “Qȳbor” (Uncle).

When Aemond pulled away from Lucerys’ neck the boy suddenly grabbed his hair and again tugged hard. Aemond moaned at the feeling and looked at his nephew who gazed upon him defiantly.

“More” his little nephew demanded like the little dragon he was “I want more”

Again, how could Aemond ever refuse him?

He grabbed Lucerys’ hips so tightly he was sure it would bruise. Good. He wanted to leave his marks all over his nephew’s body.

Then he started again but this time without holding back. He pounded into Lucerys over and over again until the room was filled with the obscene sound of their bodies meeting each other. Ever still there was more and more slick dripping out of Lucerys. His little dragon was surely leaving a mess on the mattress. Neither of them cared.

Lucerys by now had let his hands fall down from Aemond’s hair and they were lying uselessly next to his head as he was sobbing and crying, absolutely pliable. The tears streaming down from his face made him look even more like a saint with a halo of brown curls. It should be impossible for anyone to turn from a saint to a dragon and to a saint again and yet Lucerys seemed to be the embodiment of every prayer that had ever left Aemond’s lips and every dark desire he had never dared to utter.

Leaning over his nephew again Aemond took one of his hands from Lucerys’ hips and instead grabbed his wrists above his head. With this new angle he could thrust even deeper into his little dragon and –

Lucerys let out another scream as Aemond hit the exact right spot within him. His walls clenched around Aemond again and it was too much, it was simply and wonderfully and heavenly too much.

“Issa zaldrītsos” (My little dragon) Aemond groaned against Lucerys’ lips “I’m going to… I will…”

His mind was spinning again and he was panting hard.

“Kessa (Yes), please” Lucerys was begging again “Please, qȳbor (uncle), I want it.”

In this moment Aemond knew that there was in fact nothing in the world that he could ever refuse his nephew, nothing he could ever deny him. Not ever.

It was Lucerys’ begging that pushed him over the edge, that made his knot swell in the tight heat of Lucerys until he finally spilled. As his knot tied them together his nephew’s eyes rolled back into his head again as he too found his second release of the night, sobbing and shaking and pliant in Aemond’s arms.

Again he didn’t know how Lucerys found the mind to form coherent sentences but he heard him loud and clear against his ear.

“Mazemās issa, qȳbor” (Claim me uncle) he didn’t beg but commanded Aemond. His boy was a little dragon again. “Kostilus, verdās issa aōhon” (Please, make me yours)

And with that Aemond buried his face in the heavenly scent of Lucerys’ neck and bit down hard. Blood as sweet as honey spilled on his lips. He felt as if he had arrived in the seven heavens.

It took a lot of willpower for Aemond not to simply break down and crush his nephew, but he remained propped up on his forearms next to Lucerys’ head while they waited for his knot to come down. The boy’s hands had found their way into his hair again where he carefully and gently threaded his fingers through it. Aemond had never felt peace and comfort quite like this.

When he was finally able to separate from Lucerys’, he slipped out of him carefully. His nephew let out another whine at the loss and if Aemond hadn’t been so exhausted it would have been enough to get him hard again. Instead he let himself crash into the mattress next to Lucerys, feeling completely boneless. Looking up at the ceiling he immediately felt his nephew snuggle close to his side and reflexively put an arm around him to hold him tight.

Aemond glanced downward at Lucerys and the dark bruising mating mark he had left at his neck. For a while neither of them dared to speak.

Then it was of course Lucerys who broke the silence.

“I didn’t think you would do it.”

Aemond sat up a little to look at Lucerys’ face and furrowed his brows.

“You didn’t think I would do what?”

Lucerys fiddled with a strand of Aemond’s hear, nibbling at his lip.

“I didn’t think you would actually claim me.”

Dread arose inside of Aemond. He wasn’t his brother. He never wanted to force anyone to do anything like this.  Immediately he began scrambling away from Lucerys, feeling disgust for himself and what he’d done-

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that!” His nephew desperately clung to him, trying to stop him from leaving. “I wanted it! I do still want it! I just…” He looked down. “I just didn’t think that you would keep your promise.”

Gently Aemond placed a hand under Lucerys’ chin and made him look up at him.

“You think me an oath breaker?” He asked sternly.

Defiance flashed in Lucerys’ eyes and Aemond had to hide a smirk. His little dragon had returned.

“You came in here with the intend to take my eye!” He defended his fears. “What was I supposed to think of you?!”

Cradling his nephews face Aemond took a deep breath. Then he softly said “There you are right.” Lucerys looked overly smug at those words. Aemond kept himself from rolling his eye.

“But your are not so innocent yourself, issa valzȳrys” (my husband) and Lucerys gasped at the title “Have you not made me swear my allegiance to you and your queen when you knew I couldn’t refuse you?”

At that Lucerys gave him a sheepish but sly smile. He reached out with one hand and ran his fingers gently along Aemond’s scar around his eye. Aemond shuddered at the sensation.

Then the boy looked at Aemond and said plainly “I would have let you take me even if you hadn’t sworn yourself to me”

Snuggling closer Aemond put his mouth right next to his nephew’s ear and whispered “And I would have sworn myself to you, even if you hadn’t let me take you”

A shudder went through Lucerys’ body at those words and Aemond could feel the boy’s smile at the skin of his neck.

Laying down comfortably Aemond arranged Lucerys to lay as closely next to him as possible and held him tight. His nephew put an arm around Aemond’s chest and entangled their legs. Aemond sunk his face into Lucerys curls and inhaled the deep scent of the sea and sunshine and … himself. He could smell himself in Lucerys’ scent now that he had claimed him. A warmth he had never known before spread inside his chest.

Breathing contently he whispered “Sleep now, valzȳrys” (husband) Lucerys hummed certainly pleased “Sleep, issa zaldrītsos (my little dragon). Tomorrow I will take you to Dragonstone and wed you in the tradition of our house.”

Sleep took his nephew immediately, surely exhausted after their coupling.

Aemond couldn’t help but lie awake and let his thoughts run wild. In the back of his mind he could hear a voice, quite resembling the one of his grandsire, complaining about what a fool he was to be so cuntstruck. But again he couldn’t get himself to care much about it. Not when the feeling of Lucerys’ body against his felt so right and heavenly.

He didn’t know if the god’s were laughing at his stupidity or smiling contently at him finally understanding what he had ached for all these years. But as long as he had Lucerys, he quite simply didn’t care. He had finally collected his debt, had finally taken what he was owed. He just couldn’t help but think that Lucerys in return, had taken from Aemond once again. But instead of only his eye, this time Lucerys had taken him whole.

[francesminos-tt]

Lucemond classic canon-divergence, abo au where Viserys betroth Lucerys to Aemond after the eye incident. With a twist.

 The union between alpha and omega is a sacred thing. It’s cherished by the old gods and new, especially by the Targaryens because it will bring heirs and dragons. Lucerys respects such union, and so does Aemond.

Lucerys has always been a loving and compassionate kid, though he can be cheeky and mischievous sometimes, in his core, he always cares for others. He is a little chubby and clumsy, not overly good with swords, but has a passion in embroidery. He will be an omega like his mother, all people say. Lucerys believes them.

Apparently King Viserys believes this too, because his solution to Lucerys taking out Aemond’s eye is to betroth those two boys. Another union of alpha and omega will mend the rift in our house, the King declares. Queen Alicent objects of course, but to no avail. Surprisingly, Aemond doesn’t seem to mind too much. So the matter is settled. Lucerys will go to King’s Landing as prince Aemond’s betrothed. They will learn, train and grow up together, and after they both present, the wedding will be held in the capital.

Those first months are the hardest. Lucerys is all alone in a place he once called home, but now filled with strangers. Aemond is still healing, so basically all Lucerys does is reading to his uncle, his betrothed. He has a soft voice and perfect pronunciation of high valyrian, a relaxation like no other, his mother would say. Lucerys hopes Aemond would feel the same. He desperately wants to make things better, to take away Aemond’s pain, even for a little while. Aemond just listens, never demanding him to leave nor making him stop. Little by little, Lucerys could see Aemond relax, tension fading from his shoulders, a painful frown turning into a slight smile. Not until Aemond falls asleep without the help of milk of the poppy for the first time in two months does Lucerys deem this as a win.

After Aemond resumes training, Lucerys finds himself a new routine. He would accompany Aemond to the training yard at the crack of dawn and sits there to watch. Aemond normally pays him no mind as the one-eyed prince trains hard to regain control over his body. Lucerys flinches every time there is a clash of swords, but he forces himself to stand still. After training, he would go with Aemond to the Dragon Pit. One and a half year later, on a random morning, when Lucerys greets Aemond outside the latter’s chamber, he gets a whispered good morning in return.

 They come to a truce, or even a real relationship, Lucerys would argue. Aemond presents at his 14th nameday, an alpha like everyone expects. Lucerys meets him after Aemond recovers from his first rut, the first thing Lucerys notices is the proud smile spread across the alpha’s face.

“Congratulations, uncle. I am sure you will be a formidable alpha.” Lucerys says with all his heart.

“I thank you, nephew.” Aemond replies with dignity and pride.

“I brought you a gift.” Lucerys pauses before draws a small embroidered handkerchief from his pocket and presents it to Aemond. On the light blue silk is a massive dragon about to take flight.

“Forgive me, uncle, the needlework is not that intricate. You don’t have to use it, of course, I just hope you could accept this as your presentation gift.” Lucerys rambles, heat creeping up to his cheek.

“Did you make this yourself?” Aemond asks, seemly intrigued by the embroidered dragon.

“Yes.” Lucerys admits.

“Then I shall keep it on me at all times.” Aemond tucks the handkerchief in his tunic and gently takes Lucerys’s shaking hand into his calloused palm. “It reminds me of my duty and commitment to you, nephew, as your alpha.”

Lucerys stares right into Aemond’s lone eye, and all he sees is tenderness and devotion. That’s when he realizes he is in love with Aemond. Maybe he always has been.

“I thought you didn’t want me, didn’t want our betrothal because I hurt you.” Lucerys manages to babble among hiccups.

“Don’t cry, sweet omega.” Aemond calls him omega even though Lucerys hasn’t presented yet. “Nobody is able to resist your stubbornness it seems, not even me.”

Lucerys chuckles as he leans in for Aemond’s touch.

 People at the Red Keep start to call them lovebirds, much to Queen Alicent’s chagrin. The King is thrilled despite his ailing health. He sees an alpha-omega union with so much potential and happiness. Now it’s Aemond who accompanies Lucerys everywhere, to read, to take a leisure stroll in the garden, to fly on dragon back. Lucerys can’t wait to present. Sometimes he daydreams about the children he and Aemond would have, all with silver hair and violet eyes, little dragons who are both adorable and fierce.

All his happiness end on that fateful day. Vaemond Velaryon challenges his claim to Driftmark so there is a petition held in the throne room. Lucerys isn’t worried, no, because his mother and family are here, he knows they will defend him at all cost. And there is Aemond. His alpha keeps a steady grip on his wrist during the whole ordeal. Vaemond’s accusations are harsh, but that man soon loses his head for his arrogance and vulgar insult. Lucerys collapses after seeing all the blood spilled on the floor. He hates blood and conflict, all of which reminds him of when he hurt his alpha. He feels hot, the air suffocating, the bloody smell blocking all his senses, and Lucerys presents. As an alpha.

When he comes to, it is well past midnight and Lucerys is in his chamber. Rhaenyra is there, offering her sweet lavender scent as comfort, but Aemond is nowhere to be seen.

“Where is Aemond, mother?” Lucerys asks. To him, not seeing Aemond has become an anomaly.

“My sweet boy, it is not appropriate for your uncle to visit you in your private chamber at such late hour.” Rhaenyra answers, stroking her son’s unruly curls.

“But he’s my betrothed.” Lucerys argues. Panic begins to rise from his gut when his mother hastily breaks eye contact.

“Your betrothal is annulled as you both present as alphas. The King deeply regrets this but for continuation of our family, you are to marry another omega and sire children. Rhaena, maybe, if the King accepts my petition.”

Lucerys’s world shatters. Did Aemond willingly agree to this? Why didn’t he defend their relationship? Are his promises all lies? Does Aemond only love him for his second gender? Does Aemond abandon him because Lucerys couldn't bear children?

“No. I won’t accept this.” Lucerys struggles to get off the bed. “I want to talk to Aemond. We love each other, mother. He promised. He promised we would marry.”

“Oh, sweet boy, I am so sorry.” Rhaenrya embraces her trembling son. “I don’t think it is wise taking to Aemond now. In fact, it is him who suggests the betrothal to be annulled.”

Lucerys’s resolution breaks along with his heart as Rhaenyra hands him a handkerchief with dragon embroidery.

It turns out, promises are meant to be broken. Lucerys has always been a loving and compassionate kid; he cares for others and avoids violence as best as he can. He loves unconditionally and whole-heartedly.

He is not that boy anymore. A part of him died with his betrothal, turned to ashes and buried deep in the ground. He is not that boy when he leaves King’s Landing on Arrax, swearing never to return. He is not that boy when he enters the great hall of Storm’s End. He is not that boy when he sees Aemond’s measured expression falter for a split second.

He is not that boy when he proudly tells lord Borros that he shall take the lord’s word back to the Queen but bear in mind that prince Aemond is an oathbreaker. He broke a promise once. He will not hesitate to break them again.

Lucerys is not that naive boy anymore. When he sees Aemond’s shocked face as he falls from the sky, he feels no pity, only a cruel sense of contentment.

If I cannot have you as my alpha, uncle, at least I can take your sanity away. I will haunt you to your last breath because I promised I would always be with you and I am not an oathbreaker.

That is Lucerys’s last thought before he is welcomed by eternal darkness.

[dreamymoonpearl]

A!Aemma at the funeral of her “beloved” husband who died from a horrible and “unfortunate” car accident, watching her nephew, O!Lucerys, approach to offer his condolences for her loss.

Aemma's head: *I'm going to finally destroy that puss¥ and get that wh0re of my nephew fat with my child*

Lucerys: I'm really sorry for your loss auntie, if you need something please let me know.

Aemma: Thank you…please come tomorrow to my house…I don’t want to be alone…

[lady-lya]

Omega Prince Lucerys Velaryon, accepting his uncle Aemond's suit after the alfa won a tournament in honour of Jacaerys and Aegon's first born and crowned him as the Omega of Love and Beauty

[roxineedstosleep]

Yeah, another babytrap... but this is also have Luceferth on it!!!

I mean, I'm just saying, with an Omegaverse where Aemond and Osferth are both alphas and Lucerys is an omega.

Osferth and Aemond, clearly they can be twins as well as not. There's evidence that some people just look too similar to each other for their own good anyway.

The point.

Aemond clearly doesn't like Lucerys being with others. Osferth... he adores Lucerys in all his well being, and while he wouldn't deny his free flight to other arms he wouldn't hesitate for a second to poison a glass of wine or two if necessary.

What better way to keep Lucerys from fleeing than by tying him to them?

Aemond definitely doesn't mind raising a puppy that belongs to his alpfa friend, and Osferth is just thrilled to see Lucerys with a cute little baby bump on his soft tummy.

The two of them wouldn't hesitate to line up the three of them in heat, both of them taking turns, sharing and making sure Lucerys ends up with two bleeding mating marks on his neck and a cute baby inside his youngest's belly.

Osferth would be the one who takes the turn to indulge the nightly cravings, while Aemond the daytime ones. Both of them always caring abput the morning sickness and give him tons and tons of kisses ang hugs. 

Both would care little for the fit of rage their precious omega child threw at them when he noticed they had altered the moon tea, or when he learned from the maester that he was expecting twins.

They were both happy to have their precious boy by their side, and even more so knowing that they were going to be parents and the twins might get a little lonely after a while.

[heroskatman]

#LucemondWeek Day 4 M-peg

A baby is coming~

-Hero Skatman

[jacemond-addict]

너는 나, 나는 너(You Are Me, I Am You) | 2,644 W|R. G| 1/?|

* Jacaerys always seemed to seek the attention of his uncle, as they were growing. Aemond always tried to be with Jacaerys at all times. The boys would throw tantrums when their parents would separate the two, crying as if the distance between them caused pain, nobody understood what Aemond knew.

Jacaerys was born to be his, and nothing and no one can change that.

Or

Jace is born to be Aemond’s. Soulmate Au.

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Sidenote: One day I will get to writing the next chapter.

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, soft and sweet)

It is a fact that everyone knows about Viserys' extreme favoritism when it comes to Rhaenyra, since she is the only child born from Aemma.

Aemond knows that as well (of course he does, he experienced the height of his sire's favoritism the moment he lost his eye), and he curses his sire for it. Couldn't he have shown a little compassion towards his other children? Couldn't he at least hide his blatant favoritism?

Aemond wouldn't do that to his children. He knew the pain and embarrassment of being treated as nothing but passing wind compared to his "delightful, could do no wrong" elder sister. So he made a promise to himself, to never favor one child over the other, to show equal love and affection towards all his pups.

He is having a hard time keeping that promise. He tries, the Seven knows he does. He gives all of them the same attention, gives all of them the same amount of his time and effort to raise and teach and guide. It's just that he just so happens to catch himself giving a tiny bit more towards his youngest.

She's younger than them, he says to himself, so of course he would need to give her just a little bit more attention and care. It wasn't favoritism, no, it's simply giving her what she needs while young, so she may grow like the others. So what if he allows her to skip some of her classes, or allows her to sit on his lap on important meetings. He's done the same for all his children (no he didn't). So what if he gave her his portion of desserts, she's still growing after all. And what if he often takes her for a ride on Vhagar, he's done it with all of them (not to this extent).

He's not showing favoritism! (His mate disagrees, very strongly.)

In all honesty, even he doesn't know why he does it. (He does, he just doesn't want to admit it.) His little girl was simply...his little girl. And he does treat his pups equally! He just so happens to dote a tiny bit more towards her.

Lucerys huffs when he sees his sweet youngest sitting on her sire's lap, rambling about the seashell she managed to collect. He was intially afraid for her, when she came out with dark hair and eyes instead of the blonde hair and purple eyes the rest of his children bore. Memories of the world calling him a bastard for his traits almost made him lose himself when he held her in his arms for the first time.

He was even more afraid that Aemond would suspect him (he had nothing to hide, but the fear of Aemond calling their child a bastard made it so much harder to breath) and would in turn hate her. He was very wrong.

Aemond had always had a lovingly stunned look whenever Aemond presented their pups to him. It all paled in comparison when he nervously presented his youngest. While Aemond adored all his pups, he revered his youngest. The look of awe he had when he cautiously held her was something Luceeys could never forget.

Of course, it didn't take long for everyone in Driftmark to note how special he treated her. Even the children began making remarks, and at first Lucerys feared they would hate her for hogging their sire's attention. After all, he was their favorite person (besides Lucerys, of course). Surprisingly, they just shrugged it off. They acted like it was an obvious thing for their sire to do.

When he asked why it didn't bother them as much, why they treated their sire favoring her as normal or expected, his eldest rolled his eyes, like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. "Muña, of course kepa favors her. She looks like you."

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I like to think that, try as he might, Aemond has a bit of Viserys in him, not enough to ignore his other children, but just enough to show favoritism to a certain one.

[captain039]

In plain sight

Aemond x niece!reader

Warnings: AOB, swearing, HOTD things, targcest, incest uncle/niece, tension, angst, smut, sexual things, reader is Rhaenyra’s daughter (specified brown hair), plus size reader, fat shaming

Can I fix him? Probably not. I fucking love his actor Ewan omg he is a precious baby boy😭 Aemond can fucking die by dragon fire 👌🏻😂 but I will still write about him because I’m delulu

Your dragon: Another Daughter of Silver wing roughly the same size as Caraxes, looks like Syrax just different colour and size with a different shape head closer to Silverwing mix of grey body and white wings Name - Elea

Set around after Rhaenys’s death

PART 1

Being sent back to the red keep was daunting, your mothers story’s of her life in the keep didn’t seem this daunting with her fathers rule and her mother when she was alive. Nobody knows you here, if they did it’d be a shock nobody regards you as a Targaryen, they see you and think of a lowlife piglet as some have said. Despite your mothers proudness of you, despite her always wanting to say this is my first born show some damn respect or suffer dragon fire, you always dressed down, made handmaid dresses, common folk dresses and stood on the crowd or to the side line. When your mother would spot you she would try to beckon you over, you always told her you were too sick to go to the meetings, party’s, gatherings whatever was happening, but instead you’d been there as a servant hidden. When your mother would address it you’d shrug her off, more than once have you snapped at her accidentally before apologising and just saying it’s for the best. You’ve never ridden your dragon, to scared too even when she came out of the dragon pit and claimed you. It scared you that day when your mother was heading to go out on Syrax and another dragon appeared, much bigger than Syrax and the colours of the moon with silver eyes staring at you. She bent her neck to you while your mother beamed proudly urging you to go on. You didn’t, you apologised to the dragon in high Valyria, ordered it to go back to its den and bid your mother farewell. Your dragon Elea did not take kind to being told to go back to bed, you were out taking a walk when she swooped you, landed heavily in front of you and snorted angrily. How you ever explained to dragon that you cannot ride her was beyond you, it took three weeks before she gave in to your demands to reside where she lived and be merry on her own before she chose you. Now with everything that’s happened, your mother has been more persistent about you riding Elea, this war turning to the dragons to take down the Queen of them all, Vhagar and her prince rider. You couldn’t though, so you snuck off.

You weren’t here to reminisce though, or think about how you left your mother without telling her or Elea. You went to the red keep, managed to get past the guarded gate with the help of Mysaria and her whisperers and got a job as a maid in the castle right under their noses. You thought all was going well till you met eyes with the prince regent and his one good eye glinted. You were pouring drinks at the council, standing off to the side with a jug of wine in hand pretending not to listen. This is what you were good for, listening, gathering information, not riding dragons into war. You see the flick of fingers and walk to pour more wine into the princes cup. You hold your breath, too many times have you caught his scent and frozen from it. You glanced briefly to his face, first mistake, his nose flared, jaw clenching his one good eye staring at you. Another gift from your father no true light purple Targaryen eye colour. You quickly looked away and resumed your post. Nothing of importance in these meetings so far apart from the prince regent taking his mother off the council.

You were roaming the halls hoping to steal some secrets or whispered when someone called your name, your true name and not the servant name you made up. You pretended not listen knowing that voice too well till you were snatched into a thankful empty room, an angry alpha prince staring down at you.

“My prince!” You say surprised and bow your head.

“Drop the act little niece” his words are venom but you keep your eyes on the ground and shake your head.

“I am of no relation to the prince, apologies if I have deceived you in that way” you bend your knees in a curtsey keeping your eyes on the floor and your breath still. He says your name and you try not to flinch at the smoothness of it. Instead you take a small breath regretting it when his scent hits your nose. Two fingers go under your chin and you’re forced to look at him, you don’t know how he could recognise you, how anyone could, nobody knew you.

“My prince I am late for my duties” you say in hopes of deterring him. He holds your chin and tilts your head to the side slightly making you frown before he leans down. Hot breath fans against your neck and your body shudders.

“I could always sense you in the shadows” he mutters.

“Smell you close by but always hiding” he adds and you try to relax your body.

“Are you embarrassed of being a Targaryen?” He asks and your hand moves without warning. You grip his wrist and tug it from your chin his head lifting up. Your hand holds his wrist tightly like you want to snap it off and you struggle to breathe.

“I am the embarrassment” it slips from your lips. You stare harshly at his top buttons on his jacket, eyes narrow.

“So you admit you are who I say you are?” You can hear his smirk and realise you hadn’t let go of his wrist. Holding it between you both.

“Excuse me my prince” is all you manage before you’re holding your dress just above your feet and rushing down the halls to the servants quarters a burning in your chest.

Next part ->

[afaimsarrowverse]

House of the Dragon A/B/O-Verse:

Dieses Verse spielt im selben Multiversum wie meine anderen A/B/O-Fics, aber auf einer anderen Erde. Man muss die anderen also nicht gelesen haben um sich auszukennen doch es gelten die selben Regeln:

Die Reihe besteht aus:

Teil 1: Der Untergang des Hauses der Drachen

Spoiler für „Fire and Blood“ bzw. die Staffel 2 von „House of the Dragon“, Gewalt und Sex, alle schlimmen Dinge, die im Canon passieren auch hier,  prinzipiell Canon-Pairings sowie ein paar andere: besonders wichtig sind Daemon/Rhaenyra, Viserys/Alicent, Daemon/Laena, Daemon/Laenor, Rhaenyra/Harwin/Laenor. Eine Frau mag niemals zuvor den Eisernen Thron bestiegen haben, doch ein Omega kann ihn niemals in Besitz nehmen.

Teil 2: Das Untergang des Hauses der Drachen II: Brennender Absturz

 Spoiler für „Fire and Blood“ bzw. die Staffel 2 von „House of the Dragon“, Gewalt und Sex, Character Death, alle schlimmen Dinge, die im Canon passieren auch hier. Canon-Pairings sowie ein paar andere: besonders wichtig sind Daemon/Rhaenyra, Viserys/Alicent,, Daemon/Laena, Rhaenyra/Harwin/Laenor, Aegon/Baela/Jace.Ein Geheimnis über Laenor ist ans Tageslicht gekommen und droht die gesammte königliche Familie mit in den Abgrund zu reißen.

[leiabird]

But like imagine Aemond and Lucerys not leaving Storm's End because of the storm and instead staying the night. And Aemond is of course like ‘fuck Lord Boros I'm going to take what I'm owed’ and sneaks into Lucerys’ chambers. He gets there and pins his nephew to his bed, dagger placed underneath Lucerys’ eye and Lucerys wakes up and is scared shitless. And Aemond relishes in it, in his nephew's panic until he smells it. Lucerys’ scent is the scent of an omega. His mother had hidden the fact that her second son was an omega as to not have his claim on Driftmark questioned further. And now in such close proximity with an Alpha his suppressants wear of and his heavenly scent fills Aemond's nose. He buries his face in his nephews neck to breathe in more of this addictive scent and his lips are brushing against Lucerys’ skin and Lucerys let’s out a moan sweeter than anything Aemond has ever heard. And suddenly, suddenly there is a new way in which he can take his revenge, a way in which he can take something away from Lucerys, a way he can take Lucerys himself-

And I might write that out later.

Edit: I posted it :) It’s here on tumblr and on my ao3

[klaus-littlestwolf]

The Chase-Alpha!Aemond

(This is an Omegaverse fic. I was asked several times to write something with Aemond and chasing/predator-prey as well as something with Alpha!Aemond and this is what came of it. Honestly Alpha!Aemond is probably my favorite Alpha that I write for. I hope everyone that asked for this enjoys it and in the future I’m always happy to receive Alpha!Aemond requests.)

Warning: Primal Kink (predator/prey/chase), A/B/O Dynamics, Knotting, heavy smut, Alpha!Aemond threatening everyone

Viserys decided to make a big deal out of it. Rhaenyra’s only daughter was coming of age (all children presenting on their 18th name-day). He loved his granddaughter to death and wanted it to be special, even though she hated parties and crowds of people with a passion.

Most of the time you could tell what someone was going to present as just from their personalities, Alphas always being stronger personalities, usually cocky and tough. Both Daemon and Aemond were known to be Alphas before presenting. (The only Targaryen Alphas currently in the world). Omegas were sweet and kind, usually very soft, however there had never been a Targaryen Omega before, at least since the Doom.

Y/n didn’t present until the afternoon just before the celebration started, everyone shocked to find out that the Princess was the first Targaryen Omega in over 1000 years. It was that much more to celebrate in the sickly Kings eyes and the party went on, Daemon spending most of the evening with his daughter to ensure the room of Alphas keeps their hands to themselves.

Y/n was annoyed. She was hot, and tired, and finished putting up with all of these Alphas trying to speak to her, all of the noble houses ready to put forth their Alpha sons for an alliance with House Targaryen the first day she presents like no one cares to let her acclimate to her new existence at all. They had all been prepared to put forth their Beta sons at the assumption she would present as such, however since she didn’t she had no choice. An Omega can only be mated by their Alpha, a law made by the Targaryens long ago when Alphas in the realm were assaulting Omegas any time they pleased, leading to babies that were sick and deformed (the only reason Aegon the Conqueror ordered their protection supposedly though most people believe it was because it how much he loved his Omega sister wife). Now all of the noble houses will be praying that she will be the mate of a member of their house, she will end up spending an entire day smelling a line of Alphas and odds are never find hers…it will be torture.

By late that evening she had decided to be finished with the party and go to bed. She made her way out the servants entrance and down the halls of the Red Keep, making her way to the library to find a book for the night. She wasn’t in there searching for 5 minutes when she smelled it, the heavy, woodsy scent that filled her nose was amazing. She knew instantly what it was, even if it hadn’t been for the jarringly loud growl that came along with the Alphas scent. Never in a million years would she have expected her Alpha to just so happen to be here and yet here she is. She hadn’t been an Omega for more than a few hours, she had no idea what to do, she hadn’t even spoken to her mother about Omega mating as there was no chance it would be relevant in her life but now in this moment, the only thing she could think to do was turn towards the door and run.

It was only at that moment as she was sprinting down the corridors that she remembered the horror stories told to her by her brothers as a child. The ones of Alphas hunting down their Omegas. An Omega running from them triggered their hunting instincts and they would give chase until they caught their mate, the Alpha had no control over it. If only she had been an Omega for more than just a few hours, maybe she would have remembered that.

Y/n turned down a corridor where she knew a servants hallway to be, no one just visiting the Keep would know anything about it and she quickly moved the tapestry that it resides behind, sprinting down the hallway and towards the exit. She stumbled, nearly falling off of her heels which she quickly kicked off as she ran, not willing to break an ankle, pausing as she came to the door to the gardens the servants used to serve lunches out there discreetly. She was panting heavily, trying to catch her breath when she heard shoes hitting the stone floor behind her and yanked open the door, continuing her run. All she had to do was get to her Dragon that slept on the beach, her ghostly mount not willing to reside in the pits or be around any other humans but his rider. If she could get to Ghost she would be safe in the sky, at least until she had to come back down but it would give her time to gather her thoughts…or flee to Dragonstone and never return…yes. She liked that option.

That is exactly what she did as she stumbled onto the beach and saw her Dragons head pop up. He bared his teeth, clearly realizing that his rider was in distress and he stretched, spreading his wings. He lowered his head and she hopped onto him as quickly as she could, never happier for his smaller stature than in that moment, standing about three quarters the size of Caraxes and very slender.

Her father had loved that his daughter had mounted the Grey Ghost, enjoying the idea that she could easily protect herself from other dragons (such as Vhagar) by going unseen in a cloud bank for as long as it took for others to leave. He also suggested that if it were ever necessary that she would be a good spy in the same way, able to see what others were doing and still hide so as not to be spotted. Rhaenyra was insistent that it would never be needed but Daemon trained her for it regardless.

‘Aderī Ghost! Sōves!’ She shouted, the dragon already prepared to take off and leaping into the air quickly, roaring out a loud warning to whatever his human had been running from as he flew away. Once over the water Y/n looked back, expecting to see an angry Alpha on the beach watching her fly away but there was no one. (Quickly Ghost! Fly!)

She did not slow Ghost all the way back to Dragonstone, happy to be home as soon as they landed in the courtyard. The staff was very small as no one was currently home and so she ordered Ghost to be fed before making her way into the castle and finding her bedroom where she requested a bath.

Y/n felt much better after a long soak in the scalding hot water to ease her sore muscles, running was something she already hated and her calves would hate her in the morning. The maid had been given the night off and so she dried off and dressed herself in her small clothes for bed, prepared to send a raven to her mother in Kings Landing to tell her what happened when she heard the loud roar of a dragon that definitely wasn’t hers. She considered it for a moment and came to the realization that only Daemon could have gotten here so fast, it would have taken time to realize Ghost was gone and then Caraxes is the only one who could fly almost as fast as her small lithe dragon could. The roar didn’t sound like Caraxes usually did though, it was much deeper.

As she made her way out of her chamber and through the halls to greet her father she stopped as she turned, seeing a much different person at the end of the hallway. ‘Aemond? W-What are you doing here, Uncle?’ She had been close with her Uncle in their childhood but the night that Luke maimed him had ended that sadly, whether either of them wanted it to or not, their mothers were adamant that they no longer speak.

It was at that moment that she was overcome by the smell again and her eyes widened as she realized what was happening. She hadn’t gotten away at all, just fled somewhere that no one would find them. ‘Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to run from your Alpha, Byka Zaldrīzes?’ He questioned, her old nickname sending a chill down her spine as his scent set her body on edge. (Little Dragon)

‘I’ve been an Omega for half a day…no one has said much of anything…please don’t do this, Aemond? Kostilus Kepus?’ She knew it would make no difference, he couldn’t stop now and she knew that as he had been stepping closer since the moment she opened her mouth. (Please Uncle?)

‘I will take care of you Omega…no need to worry.’ His voice was deeper than normal, almost distorted as he spoke, moving forward a bit faster now. He moved to run just as she turned around and sprinted back down the halls. She got into her chambers just as he caught up to her, catching the door before she could shut it and shoving it open, landing her sprawled out on the floor. Moving to crawl under the bed, he slammed the door and caught her ankle, sliding her back out and lifting her abruptly, dropping her back onto the nicely made bed. She whimpered, trying to push his hands away but he shushed her and now this close she could see that his pupils were dilated, nearly taking up his entire eye like that of a dragon. ‘Omega, sweet Omega, My Omega!’ He growled, nuzzling his face into her neck as he yanked his trousers off, shoving her shift up her body and ripping it off in pieces.

‘Aemond! Please, I’m scared, please just wait-‘

‘No! No fear, Alphas right here. Nothing will ever hurt my Omega.’ It was as if he really couldn’t rationalize that it was him she was afraid of as he lined his cock up with her dripping hole and shoved himself into her roughly. The pleasure that rushed through her body as he nuzzled against her scent gland at her neck, his scent fully encompassing her now, dulled the pain of his intrusion. ‘Wanted you so long Byka Zaldrīzes, so long…pretty little Omega.’ He rumbled deep in his chest, enjoying the feeling of being inside of his Omega before he moved.

‘I’ve only been an Omega for a day…’ she muttered as she tried to relax her body that was now desperate for him as well as his scent that was torturing her.

‘I’ve always loved you, Y/n…pretty Omega…’ he growled, thrusting up into her and licking his tongue up the side of her neck. She clutched the soft fabric of his shirt and pulled at it as he moved. ‘I love you so much Mandianna. All mine now, Alpha will protect you…’ (Niece)

‘Kepus! Oh Gods! D-Don’t stop!’ The tingly feeling that was now rushing through her was euphoric, knowing that it’s her Alpha that is rutting into her was more pleasurable than she ever could have imagined.

‘Never! Never going to stop Omega! Alpha will fuck you every day, knock you up so good! Be so pretty all full of my pups! Imagine these full for me, such a good Omega, so fucking perfect!’ He moaned, leaning down to bite along her breasts and leave marks before wrapping his lips around her nipple and suck which gave her more pleasure than she ever expected.

‘Fuck Aemond! Alpha! Want my Alpha in me forever!’

‘Yes Omega! Yours, Your Alpha! Gonna fill you up so good! Made me wait for you so long, almost killed me-‘

‘I’m sorry! So sorry Alpha, I was so-scared-‘

‘No! No more. My Omega will never be scared again, Alphas here. Alpha will protect you! My Omega! Mine-Mine-Fucking Mine!’ He roared, thrusting as deep into her cunt as he could and feeling his knot expand to lock him into her as he came, feeling his Omega cum around him, crying out and clinging to him like the needy Omega she is. ‘Good girl, my good girl.’ He mumbled before burying his fangs into her throat over her scent gland and tasting her sweet blood as he marked her as his mate, feeling her little fangs in his flesh as well.

Aemond held her close as they both fell asleep almost as soon as Aemond pulled the blanket over them, sleeping for the Gods only know how long before awakening to see it was clearly night time. They were both finally fully aware again and thinking clearly, Y/n blushing as she looked up at her Uncle to see him looking at her already.

‘I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to run, I just-‘

‘Shh…it’s alright Byka Zaldrīzes, I know. That party never should have happened, someone should have helped you. It’s not your fault my love.’ He brushed his fingers down her face and along her shoulder, enjoying touching her skin every chance he got seemingly. ‘I apologize for behaving like a brute, it will not happen again, I assure you. I will be gentle with my Omega.’

‘Oh…well I liked it…maybe you don’t always have to be gentle?’ Aemond smirked, leaning close to nuzzle his nose against hers.

‘I will make my mate happy, however you need to be fucked.’ He teased and she glared playfully. ‘You running wasn’t such a bad thing. If you hadn’t we would have been interrupted already.’

‘We’ll still be interrupted-‘

‘Yes but not until they notice in the morning that we’re both gone. Everyone will have assumed you would be exhausted and gone to bed, everyone else will be too drunk to check. When they realize that you’re missing and that both of our dragons are gone as well they will figure it out I’m sure…at least Otto and Daemon will, I’m not sure about anyone else. However by then you will most definitely be carrying my pups and we will be dragged back to Kings Landing.’ He joked but she knew he was right. ‘I love you Y/n…I’ve always loved you…Marry me.’ He said suddenly and she looked up at where he now was leaning over her and smiled.

‘I don’t think I have a choice.’ She laughed but he didn’t seem to like that.

‘I want you to be my wife because you love me as I love you. I loved you before I was ever an Alpha and-‘

‘Yes. I love you too Kepus. I always have…’ Y/n reached up to his face and took hold of the eye patch that he had slept in before removing it and tracing her thumb along his scarred cheek. ‘I never stopped loving you Aemond.’

‘My sweet Omega.’ He pulled her closer and nuzzled into her throat as he heard the soft purr that escaped her chest at just about the same time that his knot finally went down and he could move again.

Aemond fucked his Omega twice more before allowing her to rest, sleeping on his chest for the rest of the night.

He had been correct of course, not only Daemon but Rhaenyra and surprisingly Aegon arrived on Dragonstone early that morning just after the sun came up, barging into Y/n’s chambers and startling the newly mated couple awake.

‘Y/n! Are you alright, my Darling?!’ Her mother demanded, rushing to the side of the bed and taking her face into her hands as they both sat up.

‘I am fine mother. I promise, my Alpha has taken wonderful care of me.’ Rhaenyra eyed Aemond but Aemond was focused now on Daemon and Aegon, the ladder of which was staring straight at his Omegas exposed chest prompting him to growl loudly.

‘If you do not avert your eyes brother, you will cease to have use of them ever again.’ And for once, Aegon listened, knowing that in this case his brother was not exaggerating in any way. He would carve his eyes out of his skull if he continued to ogle his Omega, prompting Aegon to turn around quickly. ‘You as well, Uncle. Turn.’ He warned, Daemon glaring back at him.

‘I’m her father.’ He snarled.

‘Yes, you are. And an Alpha all the same, Turn!’ Daemon looked ready to reach for his sword just as Aemond stiffened, prepared to jump onto him when Rhaenyra spoke up.

‘You wanted a protective mate for her, now she has one. Give our daughter her privacy and turn Husband!’ She snapped and finally Daemon did as he was told. ‘What happened my Darling, why are you here instead of in your chambers or even Aemond’s. You had us so worried!’

‘I am sorry mother. I…I didn’t mean to but when I walked into the library and smelled Aemond I didn’t know who it was and…I ran…’ Rhaenyra’s eyes went wide and she looked at Aemond, instantly concerned. ‘He didn’t hurt me mother. He was a bit frantic at first but it was my fault-‘

‘That is not your fault Byka Zaldrīzes, no one told you anything and you were scared. That is never your fault, you are perfect.’ Aemond assured her, taking her hand into his and kissing it sweetly.

‘My brother is correct my Darling, I should have prepared you for the possibility. I just never considered that it could even be a possibility. I am sorry…so you ran from your Alpha and came here with Ghost?’ Y/n nodded her head.

‘When I realized what she was doing I stopped running after her, I knew I wouldn’t catch her and that her dragon may just set me ablaze if he felt how scared she was-‘

‘That was a good idea. Ghost was pretty angry the moment he awoke. He always knows how I feel and he has killed 6 separate guards for coming too close to us when we’re together…and one other one for being in my room and startling me.’ His Omega explained, pointing to the wall on the opposite side of the doors to her balcony. ‘He was very quick I admit, he landed on the railing and burned him. By the time my parents arrived he had shoved himself through the doors and was taking up most of the room with his head on my bed here. My dragon is extremely protective of me…though I doubt he could fit through the doors any longer, he barely could before. Squeezing him back out was a nightmare.’ She giggled, Aemond looking shocked but Y/n could also feel that he was happy as well.

‘Good. Dragons have always been more protective when they’re bonded to Omegas, rare as it is. They’re also more protective of their riders Omegas, which means you will have nothing to fear from Vhagar as well…anyway, instead of chasing her to the beach I grabbed a horse and went to Vhagar. She is large but she could never keep up with how fast Ghost is, I arrived an hour after her-‘

‘Hour and a half I would say. I had a bath before he arrived. I’m honestly thankful for it, I felt disgusting covered in all those Alphas scents from the party.’ All at once Y/n realized all of those Alphas that she hadn’t met yet were still waiting for exactly that. ‘Mother! Please tell me I don’t have to meet anymore of them, please? They smell horrendous and I-‘ Rhaenyra shushed her immediately while Aemond rumbled out a soft growl, pulling his Omega closer.

‘No my Darling, your father will make the announcement that you have found your Alpha and none of them will be willing to come near you. We do need to get back though, the party is still in effect and the King demands both of your presence. Get dressed, I will go and have the staff move your things to a larger room for the both of you here.’ Her mother kissed her head before leaving the room with Daemon, Aegon who had yet to move spoke up before closing the door.

‘I didn’t know you had it in you brother. I’m so proud.’ Aemond grumbled but Y/n held onto his arm to stop him from going after his retreating brother. ‘You’re welcome by the way, lovely Niece, without me your “Alpha” wouldn’t even have known where to put it. I’m so happy that I could be of service-‘ just as Aemond was about to lunge at his brother who was ready to close the door behind him he was struck in the face by a large book making the Prince yelp, slamming the door behind him.

‘Are you alright?’ Y/n asked and her Alpha nodded, pulling her close and roughly kissing her, loving her assault on his brother and her clear defense of him.

‘That was wonderful, nice shot.’ He grinned, kissing her again only to have his hands grabbed before he could take her hips.

‘We will have all the time in the world later but we have to get back, I promise you I am all yours all night.’

‘Good.’ Aemond growled. ‘Because you are not getting away like this from now on, your mornings are all mine.’ He teased, nipping her scent gland before allowing her to move and get dressed.

He didn’t allow her to “clean up”, insisting she smell like him for the rest of the party, God forbid one of those young, stupid Alphas decides to try his luck.

Aemond had tried to get his Omega to fly with him and while he was determined to make it happen, Ghost was not up for it today as he started screaming when his rider walked passed him with only a nose pet. In the end she kissed her Alpha and met Vhagar (who seemed to like her considering she’s the only one the 180 year old dragon hasn’t tried to burn for touching her) before climbing onto her own dragon who tolerated Aemond.

Viserys was thrilled to find that his son and granddaughter were mated, almost every single one of the Alphas would not even meet her gaze once Daemon announced the news, though a few of them still stared. One Alpha boy actually attempted asking her for a dance while her Alpha spoke to his mother, forcefully kissing her hand before having his face slammed into the table and allowing her to hear his bones crack. No male of any designation approached her after that. Apart from Peter of course, who was an Omega as well, Aemond having no problem with his presence at all. They became fast friends and Peter actually became her hand maid, since an Omega needs an Omega for such a task and most are already mated, Y/n was happy for him to have the job.

Everything considered, Y/n figured it could have been much worse had her Alpha been anyone else. She was happy with Aemond as her Alpha knowing that she was safe and though she would have to spend her days keeping her brothers out of trouble with her Alpha, it was worth it.

Aemond eventually dragged her from the party (though he didn’t have to try very hard), carrying her back to their shared chambers and spending the rest of the day and night locked inside-Peter being the only one allowed in to bring their meals.

No one was surprised when 2 months later they discovered that she was pregnant, Aemond determined to keep her that way for the rest of their lives on Dragonstone. He adapted to life there fairly quickly and became his Omegas “official” personal guard and that was where they remained until Viserys passed-Otto and Alicent not even daring to attempt to steal Rhaenyra’s throne without Aemond and Vhagar under their thumb. He took orders from a different Queen now, and it definitely wasn’t his sister.

Mandianna-I believe translates to (from what I can tell after way too much research trying to get it right) “Older Sisters son/daughter” (no gender)

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