#alpha lucerys

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, alpha Lucerys, Omega Aemond, Lucerys' chest have grown)

Aemond was the lady of Driftmark, and as the lady of Driftmark, he needed to ensure that everything goes swimmingly, from the interior of their home looking glorious to whoever decides to grace their halls with their presence, to the necessary parties hosted, he had to plan and make the necessary arrangements for everything, and he would not allow anything wrong to embarrass him.

Unfortunately for him, there are just times when the world seems to go against him. For instance, right now. He has been standing close to Lucerys, glancing at his chest, where the button was holding on for dear life.

It was a mistake on his part. He didn't realize Lucerys' training would be so.... bountiful so soon. After all, Aemond has been training with him, and his body remains to be lithe, to his displeasure. They only realized the mistake once Lucerys started to dress up, and what he was wearing was the only one that fitted alright, it's only problem being that the button keeping Lucerys' chest from being exposed was a breeze away from flinging itself across the room and hitting an unsuspecting lord or lady, and Aemond cannot have that happen. So he made sure to pay extra attention toward it, unaware that to the unknowing, Aemond seemed to be looking at something else entirely...

He could already tell when the thread that held it broke free. He was lucky to manage to catch it, even luckier that it happened whilst no one was looking. In fact, if he wasn't so stressed, he would be wondering why no one was even glancing at either of them, especially since most of the time, the people would flock the two for a small chat.

He was just grateful it gave him time to drag his husband out of the hall, telling the servant that they were to retire early, and to send the rest of the lords away after a few more hours of their enjoyment. Once they reached their quarters, Aemond demanded that he takes off the shirt, which Lucerys obliges easily. Aemond grabs the sewing kit and began trying to fix the problem, ignoring his nephew's stare.

A nosy little servant was passing buy when Aemond made the order, and unfortunately for Aemond, she was a chatty one, too. By the next day, the entire castle seems to have been filled with the gossip of their lady seemingly enjoying his husband's larger chest, said to have been googling at it all night, and all but demanded to be bedded the moment they left the halls.

Aemond would be mortified once he found out about the misunderstanding. Lucerys, however, would simply be amused, and would fan the flames, wearing more "open" shirts during their time they were together training, because apparently, his uncle seems to be more distracted and often loses. It was his lucky shirt.

Aemond smacked him once he found out whatever nonsense Lucerys decided to feed their people.

[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.

[mondstaub1]

Fanfiction idea Lucemond A/B/C

Revenge gone wrong

When Aemond lost his eye he had the perfect idea for revenge, so he demanded the hand of Lucerys in marriage once they come of age. He was sure he would be an alpha and that little Luke would be an omega. He would have Luke at his mercy and litterly under him for the rest of their lifes. Rhaenyra had protested, Lucerys had cried but Viserys had agreed, to Aemonds delight.

But then it all fell apart when one morning he woke up in cold sweet, with a burning stomack and a dripping hole beween his legs. With horror he realised he had presented as an omega. His mother tried to break his betrothal with Lucerys but Viserys refused espacally after the news of Luke being an alpha came.

Aemonds plan had backfired dramaticly

Now that it was known that Aemond was an Omega Alicent forbat him from training with any weapons, his riding time was minimalisied and he was forced into soft omega clothes and dresses.

One day Viserys annonced that Rhaenyra would come to take up her dutys as heir and her children would come as well. And that the wedding between Aemond and Lucerys wound be a fortnight after their arrival.

Aemond thought about running away on Vhegar but there was no place where he could hide his beloved she-dragon and he would never leave her. So he had no choice but to acept his fait.

He regreted his stupid quest for revenge because now Luke didn't only take his eye but would also take his freedom and his maidenhead.

When Rhaenyra and her children arrived Aemond could not belive his eyes. Lucerys had become hot and tall and strong. Little Lucerys greeded him and as he stood infront of him Aemond new that his revenge had gone extremly wrong but maybe, just maybe this was not as bad as he thought.

That night he returned to his room with hot checks and slick running down his legs.

[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

[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.”

[mcondosnn]

Todos mis días.

[dreamymoonpearl]

BROKEN lucegon & lucemond

The sound of skin and bones hitting metal was the only thing that could be heard, the guards looked blankly at the scene before them, but inside they could not believe and did not want to see the now king Aegon beat his brother, Prince Aemond.

In the same way he did with the assassin called Blood.

But it was little, his heir had died and all for his uncle, paying the debt of “A son for a son”, making the king filled with hatred for his uncle and secretly -in their eyes- his own brother.

– You took my son from me… – he said breathlessly and raised his arm with the iron bar, delivering a blow again to Aemond's face – and you took my omega from me…IT'S NEVER ENOUGH FOR YOU!

He screamed.

After days holding in the feeling of bitterness and pain for the horrible news his brother brought after Storm's End, trying not to hear his mother's speeches and his grandfather's harsh words again, he swallowed it all and pretended so well…

That the death of the only omega he had loved and desired had died at the hands of his brother...also not giving Aemond the satisfaction that he had already wounded him, that he had finally won.

And then his tragedy happened, his son, his heir murdered.

Aemond had, again, taken away a person he considered his, from his property and the damned one did not seem sorry for what he caused in him, only showing his sympathy and comfort to his sister.

– Lucerys belongs to me – still beaten, with a purple eye and cheekbone, with blood dripping from his chin, he smiles mockingly – and you know that perfectly...your majesty.

The mockery in his voice, the look of superiority and the way he referred to him…

Again he raised his arms and dealt another blow.

It hurt.

Because it was the truth, but he would never admit it out loud, no word of what he said about the omega would come out of that dungeon, Lucerys Velaryon would never be named again.

He would avenge his son, he would make Daemon pay and make him suffer so badly that he would beg for death.

He would leave his brother to the end, the murderer of the omega he desired and the cause of the death of his son, he would not leave anyone without paying for his suffering.

[jaegonsmoon]

Soooooo instead of taking his eye luke bit aemonds mating gland 😂 which makes the family fight at driftmark 100 times more awkward and everyone just trying to make it about politics but it’s really about a school yard crush that got out of hand

oh oh!!! but imagine.

Imagine if they hadn’t presented yet, and they’re already bonded by accident. So it’s a waiting game.

It goes like this; people who are meant to be alpha/omega are born with scent glands, they, however don’t activate until they present in their teens. People who are born without them are more likely to be betas, but they could also be late bloomers and develop them later. That being said:

The boys are bonded, but they’re children still so they don’t know who will be the alpha and who will be the omega. (there’s a small possibility of both being alphas or omegas, but it’s unusual for the bites to take if they’re, esp since they haven’t presented).

Aemond grows obsessed with the idea that he will be an alpha, and he will make Lucerys pay when they’re grown and Luke gets to be his omega. Alicent encourages this behavior, naturally, she’s the one that starts it in the first place. Aemond grows to be as he is, skilled and vicious. And then one day the news arrive:

Lucerys Velaryon has presented as an alpha.

And Aemond’s world shatters. He hasn’t presented yet and he’s older than the boy, but it is obvious what’s left for him. Sooner or later he will present as a fucking omega. That only serves to make him throw himself into training because he will match an alpha’s strength wether anyone likes it or not. Especially Lucerys. He refuses to bend into the will of an omega’s biology and an alpha’s will. Plus, however small, there’s still a chance he will present as alpha as well. It’s uncommon, but not unheard of. Especially among Targaryens.

By the time Lucerys celebrates his seventeenth name day, Aemond is nineteen and he still haven’t presented as anything, to the frustration of everyone involved. He hasn’t seen Lucerys since the incident, he doesn’t know anything about him. They don’t care. Lucerys was sent to Driftmark the moment be presented to start his diplomatic training as future Lord of the Tides. He stated in one of his letters to the crown that he is in no rush for an omega and that his mate’s late blooming does not affect him so. Easy for him to say. Aemond is suffering his mother and grandfather’s incessant complaints, as if he has a fucking say in the actions of his biological nature. Sometimes he secretly wishes it happens already so he can leave this wretched place behind. It is short-lived, he knows not of what his mind idles him with. Nothing can be worse than being Lucerys Velaryon’s omega.

It is on a random day when all goes to shit. He gets up that morning, break his fast with something light and makes his way to the training yard like any other day. What he doesn’t, for the love of him, expect is to see what’s going down in there. He sees Ser Cole training with someone, he has his back to Aemond, but the first thing Aemond notices is how he wields his sword. He’s good and fast in his movements. His sword doesn’t look too heavy which works for his advantage. The second thing he notices is the mop of dark brown curls that swing on the man’s head every time he evades Cole’s blows; and that makes him pause. Ser Criston soon enough is on his back on the muddy floor, the sharp edge of a sword pointing at his chest. Tension filled seconds pass and he yields. There’s cheers around them but Aemond hears them farther than they are, everything is a blur around him because he only has eyes for the boy who just turned and is now looking at him with a lopsided smile.

“Uncle. Have you come to train?” Oh.

Oh. Lucerys Velaryon has grown nicely, indeed. His features haven’t changed much, he still sports that boyish look on his face that makes him look quite soft for an alpha. But he’s gotten a bit broader and taller. He’s almost as tall as Aemond now—if not the same height. Aemond just stands there, wondering why he’s not able to make a move, why he’s not lashing out like he dreamed of awake many nights since his nephew bit him and accidentally bonded them together.

He can suddenly feel him and it’s too much. He’s got to go. He needs to get out of there, fast. But it’s too late, because that’s when it happens. Lucerys’ smile drops and is replaced by a worried frown—then all of a sudden he’s taking Aemond’s arm and dragging him away from the yard.

“What—” He tries to protest, but can’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t understand what the fuck is wrong with him right now, he feels dizzy and warm.

“You’re going into heat,” Lucerys mumbles discreetly close to his ear and Aemond’s entire body shudders.

No.

No. This can’t be fucking happening to him.

[emrysflame]

I just posted this a little but a/b/o but what I think each character is.

Rhaenyra- Alpha

Alicent- Omega

Daemon- Alpha

Laenor- Beta

Laena- Omega/Beta

Viserys- Alpha/Beta (could see any honestly)

Aemma- Omega

Otto- Beta

Aegon- Beta

Aemond- Alpha

Helaena- Omega

Daeron- Beta/Omega

Jace- Omega

Luke- Omega

Cregan- Alpha

Joffrey- Alpha

Baela- Alpha/Beta

Rhaena- Omega

Harwin- Alpha

Larys- Beta

Mysaria- Omega

Alys- Beta

Corlys- Alpha

Rhaenys- Alpha

Oscar- Alpha

[patolemus]

Au with abo where Aemond and Lucerys are the only survivors of their families, and they decide to marry in an effort to save what is left of their House.

The implications of this are just great because they rightfully hate each other, but on the other hand… they are tired.

Their House has destroyed itself from the inside out because there were people who just couldn’t stop craving for power that wasn’t theirs to have. They were all used and manipulated for years until the only viable option was to fight each other.

And the thing is, both Aemond and Lucerys are a direct product of that. Aemond lost an eye because the division of their House was so great a fight between children got out of control to the point of extreme violence. He will never get it back. This incident will follow him forever. The realm will always know him as the One-Eyed Prince.

Lucerys lives with whispers behind his back. He lives with whispers told to his face. Everyone looks at him and thinks ‘that’s a bastard’. He is a prince of the realm, he is set to inherit a great sit of power in Westeros, and all he can think of is that he doesn’t deserve it. His claim is fake, and the only thing keeping it afloat is his Grandsire’s approval.

It is their encounter at Storm’s End that starts the Dance of the Dragons. It’s fitting that they too end it back at their ancestral home.

They have both lost their dragons. Everyone else in their House is dead. They are alone against a world that is ready to tear them apart if they think they have a chance to sit on the Iron Throne.

But House Targaryen can only fall by House Targaryen. And they refuse to let it happen.

They are alone and desperate, it is them against a court full of vipers ready to slit their throats. Their feud may be deep but for their House and all that their families fought for, they will stand united. Even if it means marrying each other, tethering themselves to the other until the Stranger claims them both.

They will get House Targaryen back to its former glory, no matter what they have to do for it.

Perzys ānogār.

Fire and blood.

[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!

[leonanette]

Chapter 8 of Crescent Isle is now up!

Chapter Title: Seven Years Ago - Part 3

Chapter Summary: Aemond and Luke find that the worst thing they have to face on the island isn't the flying, firebreathing monsters and, when Aemond goes into rut, Luke finds that absence makes the heart grow fonder.

[mondstaub1]

Lucemond fanfiction A/B/O

shortform of my former fic idea

Omega Aemond: deeply fearful and emotionally supressed with 0 communication skill: "As an Omega I was made to endure and do my duty, so get it over with"

Alpha Luke: Raised to be kind and respectfull with actuall comunication skills and knowlage of what a healthy relationship should look like: "Pardon me what?"

Also Luke: Throws all toxic customs out the window

Aemond: Suprised pikachu face

[alienoryva]

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN MODERN AU💸

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This is what I imagine if Rhaenyra lived in modern times—

[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.

[sincerelyourswhistledown]

Daydreaming about Aemond becoming king after the dance of the dragons and being gifted a magic mirror from some mysterious foreign noble. The noble tells him the mirror shows him his deepest desire and once he puts it in his chambers, he starts seeing Lucerys, the nephew he killed, in it.

Lucerys looks different, his clothes are weirder and his room had these weird contraptions like the small black box he sees his nephew using all the time. Unbeknownst to Aemond, he’s actually seeing into the future. He tries to talk to the Lucerys in his mirror but it doesn’t seem like the boy could hear, continuing to do whatever he was doing. Not that it matters, Aemond is happy enough to be able to see his nephew everyday.

He likes being able to watch his nephew sleep or read a book in his bed while he does his own work. He likes it even more when he watches Lucerys squirm and moan in bed as he pleasures himself with his own fingers. Aemond becomes so obsessed with the mirror that he barely even leaves his chambers anymore, demanding all of his tasks be sent to him instead.

It all goes downhill when one day he sees Lucerys bring a boy home. He gets so angry when he sees Lucerys make out with this boy that he starts banging on the mirror, desperately trying to get them to stop. Soon enough, the two boys break apart as Lucerys glances at the mirror in shock. The bang seemed to have come from the mirror and to Aemond’s delight it was enough to catch Luke’s attention. Unfortunately for Aemond, it isn’t enough to get them to stop as the boy coaxes Lucerys into making out with him again.

Aemond ends up watching them fuck, he’s furious but the incident was enough to give him hope that there was finally a way for him to get Lucerys’ attention.

A few days later, while Lucerys is getting ready for a date he stands right in front of the mirror. Oblivious to the other person watching him from the other end. Aemond burns with desire, his hands itched to touch Lucerys. With his curls looking so soft and his mouth shiny and plush, the makeup making him look even more enticing.

Overcome with so much desire, Aemond reaches into the mirror and pulls.

To both of their shock, Lucerys is pulled into the mirror and straight into Aemond’s arms. The younger boy is terrified but Aemond is filled with so much happiness.

Finally. Aemond thinks.

The younger boy begs to be returned home but Aemond refuses to hear any of it. Lucerys’ pleas of home and freedom fall to deaf ears as Aemond sends out commands to prepare for a wedding and a coronation. The boy seems terrified of him but it was fine. Aemond could work with this Lucerys, better a terrified Luke than a dead one.

With Aemond as king and his beloved nephew as his Queen they could finally bring House Targaryen back to its former glory.