#muse Lucerys

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (Modern, sort of, Lucemond, Aemond is a painter)

Lucerys truly didn't mean to ruin it. He swears up and down he didn't see the uncapped paint on the floor. He really, really, really was sorry.

He knew how important that painting was to him, it was that of Alys, his ex-wife, though he wasn't sure why they divorced. He knew he loved that painting of her, draped in blue robes that are a bit translucent, with jewelry and embroidery, how he saw it as a challenge to paint an exquisitely detailed painting of her that took days to finish before giving it to her on her name day. She returned it after the final proceedings, saying she didn't want it anymore.

And now it had a splatter of black paint on it, covering the extremely detailed painting of jewelry and lace, some small parts even landed on her face. He did try wiping it off with tissue paper in a panic, hoping to wipe it off before the paint sets in, but the paint just spread, the details were skewed, and parts of the tissue paper where on the canvas. He then tried wet cotton balls, but it somehow managed to also take parts of the original paint off.

By the time Aemond returned, the lower half of the painting was unrecognizable, and Lucerys was damn well close to tears.

They were just getting better. They were finally in speaking terms again, Aemond even offered to help him learn how to paint, the very reason he was even allowed in Aemond's private painting room, something that, according to step-grandmother Alice, was a rare offer from Aemond. And now his mistake might have caused their entire fragile relationship to break into shambles again.

His started to cry when he saw Aemond looking at his ruined work, mumbling a mixture of sorry's, and I didn't mean to's. He continues to stare at his painting, with an expression Lucerys can't pinpoint, and that made him turn back to the anxious little boy he once was, afraid of rejection, afraid to be hated by his favorite uncle once again.

He didn't expect Aemond to cup his crying face so gently, nor did he expect him to wipe his tears with his thumb. He expected many things, but he didn't expect his uncle to comfort him.

"It's just a painting, what are you crying for?"

That just made it worse, curse his over reactive tear ducts. He tried calming himself, and cursed himself again when more tears were produced instead.

"I...I'm sorry.." He whispered, fearing that if he spoke any more louder, his voice would crack. "I ruined it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to..."

Damn these tears!

If it had been before, he was certain Aemond would call him a cry baby, a man of nine and ten, crying over spilt paint. In fact, he was so sure, so certain that that was what he would do now, besides angrily shouting at him for ruining his work. He heard of him shouting at Alys, his model and then wife, for moving, because he felt it ruined his vision. He didn't, though. Surprisingly. Really surprisingly. He was calm. Or he acted calm. Lucerys is in too much of a mess to notice the small details of Aemond.

"Yes, that you did."

Lucerys really, really should stop crying. Stop it. Stop it for gods' sake!

"That's alright. You can just help me recreate it."

Lucerys looked at him, trying to stop his hiccups, confused. He didn't even know how to paint, and that was Aemond's greatest work so far. How in the seven hells was he supposed to help him recreate the painting?!

"I'm afraid you might be mistaking me for a genius, uncle." He sniffed. "I barely know how to paint an alright flower."

"Oh, not in painting. No, I think you've shown just how disasterous that can be."

Lucerys fought to keep the pout off of his mouth, the hiccups subsiding a bit. Now that wasn't fair. It was an accident. Just because he didn't notice the uncapped paint on the floor before stepping on it, doesn't mean he would be horrible with a brush.

"I'm thinking more of...modeling."

It took a few seconds before Lucerys connected the dots, face burning as soon as he understood the implication. He glanced at the painting, at the slightly translucent robe. Surely his uncle wasn't thinking of putting him in that thing. Surely.

He glanced at Aemond, hoping to see a rare expression akin to an "I'm joking" face. He wasn't. He was serious.

"Uncle, I'm..I'm alright with modeling, but perhaps I can model something else? I'm sure you'd like to paint something different from-"

"Lucerys, you don't seem to understand. I don't mean to fully copy my original, I mean to expand, to better the old. And I do like challenging myself to make a better version of my masterpiece."

He felt himself relaxing a bit. So it wouldn't be like the original? He wouldn't need to wear that type of clothing?

"So, what exactly would you change, uncle?"

"Come tomorrow, and you'll find out."

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Lucerys couldn't even look at himself in the mirror, too embarrassed, as Aemond fixed the jewelry wrapped around him. He thought it would be embarrassing to wear Alys' slightly translucent robe. He would actually be glad to wear it now rather than the sheer monstrosity of the robe and everything else he was made to wear.

What his uncle brought out was fully transparent, (though it was rather soft, nice to the touch), and that wasn't even the worst of it. He was even made to wear bejeweled underwear, for the extra challenge of detail, his uncle said. By the time his uncle fixed the rest of the outer jewelry to exactly as he wished it to be, he headed to the sofa, where Alys posed, but was stopped by Aemond.

He leads him to the bedroom instead.

Aemond had already set things up, and only asked Lucerys to lay on the bed, fixing his pose. Though a bit uncomfortable, being in Aemond's bedroom and all that, he followed his uncle's orders.

"Place your hand a little higher...that's it. Beautiful, nephew."

He blushed a bit, not wanting to admit how much he enjoyed the praise.

"Now, don't move. If you're feeling tired, tell me, and we'll take a short break."

"Yes, uncle."

So he laid there, determined not to move, as he felt his uncle's eye roaming around his body. It was quiet, save for the sound of their breathing and Aemond painting.

When the first session was done, Lucerys sat up, careful not to accidentally move the jewels around as much. Aemond helped him up to his feet.

"Well done, Lucerys."

This continued on for days, with Lucerys slowly becoming more and more comfortable with the transparent robe, with Aemond's eye on him, taking in every detail, the way an artist would.

During his final session, he was a bit sad to part with the robe. He built up a bit of courage to ask for it, and his uncle looked up him funny.

"This is the first time I've ever modelled, and I'd like to have it as a remembrance of sorts, please qybor?"

".... Alright."

When Lucerys was meant to leave, Aemond stopped him. "Lucerys, what do you think of modelling for my next painting?"

Lucerys was surprised with this. But, thinking about it, it was rather enjoyable. It made him feel...pretty, though he has yet to see the painting, (his uncle insists he would show it once it was ready) he liked the feeling of being treated like a piece of art. So he agreed.

When it was time for Aemond to reveal his new masterpiece, he only called for Lucerys. This made Lucerys both excited and nervous. It was his first time modelling, and he was also curious. How did the painting look like? Would it match up to the one with Alys? Would it be better? Or did he make it worse? Is that why he only called for him?

When Aemond revealed the painting, Lucerys gasped. It was beautiful. It was detailed. He can see now, why he only called Lucerys to see it. Had he called the entire family today, Lucerys would have exploded. His step-father would have tried to kill Aemond. His mother would have called him beautiful, while simultaneously cursing her half-brother to the ground. Aemond's mother almost fainted when Aemond showed her the original work with Alys, she might start chanting prayers if she saw this one.

"Quite a beautiful model you are, nephew." Aemond whispered in his ear. "Such a provocative body, with such an innocent face."

"I look forward to having you as my new muse."

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I reposted this because I forgot to add tags last time. 😅

If anyone was wondering, this photo from Twitter inspired me.

And I have to admit, it's a bit rushed😅

So, thoughts? Violent reactions?

[fantasylandblues]

pov: you're in my modern hotd universe and you just opened your tumblr dash

based on viral textposts- part two!

[crumbledstatues]

@perzonye sent: 21 .   a  kiss  on  the  cheek . | LUCERYS

NERVES STILL PRICKLE, A SLIGHT TREMBLE AS HE CLINGS TO HIS MOTHER. Nightmares come from time to time, some he can talk himself out of, some so real he must reassure that it is merely a dream. It was instant, how he shot out of bed, bare feet pounding against the floor as he ran to his mother's chambers, hot tears streaming down his face. He did not care who saw, if anyone came across a little crying prince. He needed his mother, needed to see her and feel her and know she was okay. The dream had been awful, the horrors that persisted. He would scream to run, go, do something, anything, yet the words would not come out -- just the silent moving of his lips. No one heard him. All perished.

Mother is okay. She is here, right here. She is with me. I can feel her, he reassures himself, as he cuddles up to her side in her bed. Wide eyes don't leave her, they can't. The fear needs to subside. It calms with each run of her hand along him, how her soft voice lulls him back into a sense of comfort. The softness of her lips pressed upon his cheek solidifies her presence. He has never been able to feel that in dreams.

"I couldn't save anyone," he whispers in his recounting, "I couldn't save you. I failed."

 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 .

[crudelisdrakon]

tag dump

[valyrianvalors]

@idanazaldrizes

'did mother send you to find me?' luke should have known well enough that his mother could tell his mood was sour.

'i can't do it.' lucerys velaryon had not moved from his perch in well over an hour. his eyes remained fixed on the empty sky over dragonstone. there was not a cloud in the sky. a perfect day for flying lessons. jacaerys and the maester had taken joffrey to practice with tyraxes. every so often someone would pass by him. jace on vermax, baela on moondancer.

'even with this.' he knocked against the false leg that his mother had fashioned for him. valyrian steel was lighter than most and it made it easier for him to walk, though it was still no easy task, 'it isn't because of my leg or my arm.' he shook his head.

'the maester took me to arrax two mornings ago and i-' luke sighed, 'i could hardly look at him. how can i ride him again knowing that because i was his rider he nearly died?' the bond between rider and dragon was sacred, 'how can i fly again when i am.....' he trailed off, 'i am haunted, aerea.'

in the distance, he can make out the silhouettes of vermax and moondancer, seemingly engaging in a spirited race, 'i want more than anything to fly again but how can i when all i can think of is the jaws of vhagar emerging from the mist? i do not wish to spend the rest of my life fearing aemond and vhagar are behind me. i will not subject arrax to that either.'

[sigilsongs-a]

(``) muse tags. RHAENYRA

(``) rhaenyra targaryen . (tag)

[lunasmusemenagerie]

Name: Lucerys Targaryen (goes by Luke)

Race: human (dragon shifter)

Type: Canon Divergent/ removed

FC: tyler young

Background:

Lucerys Targaryen, second son of Rhaenyra Targaryen and heir to the Driftmark, spent much of his life having to defend his right to both existence and legitimacy. His mother did her best, but, with an absentee father and many people after his title and life, he and his brother Jace often found themsleves in scrapes, sometimes with their own family, in both verbal and physical. When he was 6, a scuffle between Jace, him and his uncle happened in which his uncle raised a rock to smash Their heads in. Luke to his side knife and slashed out in self defense, cutting his uncle across the face, ruining one eye.

Afterwards, his grandmother tried to take hid eye as repayment for her sons. From that day forward, the animosity between the sides of their family grew, and the lust for Luke's blood festered in his Uncle Aemond.

When their grandfather died, alicent and her sons staged a coup, usurping the Westerosi throne. This started the 'War of Ravens', as the two sides sent messengers and envoys to the different houses to pledge loyalties for the upcoming conflict, both sides hoping the houses backing would cause the conflict to resolve without bloodshed. Luke was sent to the Baratheons, under strict orders to only be messengers not a soldier. He and Arrax, his dragon arrived just after his uncle Aemond had with Vhagar, the oldest living dragon.

Both made cases before the Lord, Aemond declaring afterwards that he wanted to claim his revenge against Luke for his eye, and Luke refused to fight him, as he agreed to only go as a diplomatic envoy. When Aemond advanced, he was restrained by the Baratheon men, the Lord forbidding bloodshed in his halls. Luke left as soon as he could, Arrax carrying him through the storm that had settled, the wind and rain almost blinding. The form of Vhagar appeared over him, and Aemond chased him on Dragon back, calling for him to give his eye or submit to his blade. Arrax, in an attempt to save both himself and rider, attacked vhagar to blind her with fire enough to cover their retreat, flying them up above the storm clouds, to light. Vhsgar followed surprising them both and, one of the last things Luke remembers is the sight of the dragon queen's open mouth. A searing pain tore into his body, his own screams of agony mixed with that of his dragon's. And then they were falling.

Arrax, in the last moments of his own life and a last ditch effort to save the boy that was his rider, managed to sheild Luke's mangled body with his own, as they fell. Perhaps it was the bond and the final sacrifice, but something happened to Luke. His body was healing, though he didn't remember it.

He awoke on a black sand beach, the body of his dragon next to him. Somehow, the wounds in his torso, neck, and arms had closed and while he was sore and weak, he still drew breath. He forced himself to stand, only to come face to face with a very large, black scaled dragon. Who only watched him before almost herding him forward. After a moment, the dragon flew off and only then did he realize that it was the Cannibal. A woman met him shortly afterwards, called herself Talon. Though he couldnt place it, she seemed so familiar to him. Luke has little memory of the ordeal that landed him there, and only snatches of his life before. He remembered his name though, and that he had important things to do... somewhere. Talon took him in, healed him the rest of the way. And only then did he find out he could in fact shift into a dragon himself. Though bigger than the one he woke up next to, his form looked easily similar to Arrax's, though where the bite marks had been, scarlett red scales ran across his body in their place.

Slowly, he has started to remember what happened and who he is, though he has a long way to go to reveal that he is still alive and now something much different than he was when he'd left Dragonstone.

[papcrrings-arch]

Lucerys Velaryon Tag Drop !!

[clawsbcared-a]

@kipagircs ASKED: ❝ we need men of your courage. ❞ source.

he glances up at the younger velaryon son of the rightful queen rhaenyra, grey eyes flicking up and down the other - almost analysing him for any doubt in his words, it wouldn't be the first time his presence was doubted, especially not by those in dragonstone. placing down his mug of half-drunk ale, the heir to house mormont holds out his scarred hand with a crooked smirk.

"and as a man of courage, i look forward to standing either at your side or below your beast, my prince."

[inmedianocte]

< @chaieos asked: >

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

"And what's it for you?" Lucerys asked, crossing his arms as he spoke. He kept his gaze locked on the figure before him, almost as if he was waiting. For another sneer, another mocking comment pointed towards him or his family. He didn’t speak again, waiting for Aegon to continue. 

[rhaenyrha]

tag drop.

🗡  𝙄𝙈𝙂.   visage.

🗡  𝙄𝙈𝙂.   moodboard.

🗡  𝙏𝙓𝙏.   musings.

🗡  𝙏𝙓𝙏.   answered.

🗡  𝙏𝙓𝙏.   verse one.

🗡  𝙏𝙓𝙏.   verse tbd.

🗡  𝙈𝙄𝙎𝘾.   ooc.

🗡  𝙈𝙄𝙎𝘾.   promos.

🗡  𝙈𝙄𝙎𝘾.   psas.

🗡  𝙈𝙄𝙎𝘾.   hymnals.

🗡  𝙍𝙀𝙇.   viserys i.

🗡  𝙍𝙀𝙇.   daemon.

🗡  𝙍𝙀𝙇.   alicent.

🗡  𝙍𝙀𝙇.   aegon ii.

🗡  𝙍𝙀𝙇.   aegon iii.

🗡  𝙍𝙀𝙇.   viserys ii.

🗡  𝙍𝙀𝙇.   jacaerys.

🗡  𝙍𝙀𝙇.   lucerys.

🗡  𝙍𝙀𝙇.   joffrey.

🗡  𝙍𝙀𝙇.   visenya.

🗡  𝙍𝙀𝙇.   harwin.

🗡  𝙍𝙀𝙇.   laenor.

[nebulaafterdark]

Blood & Cheese

Summary: After the events of Blood and Cheese, Rhaenyra’s daughter returns to King’s Landing in hopes of speaking to her childhood companion. Based off this request.

Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon(Strong)! Reader

18+ ONLY, MDNI

Targcest, mentions of death, loss of virginity

Y/N and Aegon never had an ordinary relationship. They grew up together, they loved each other, knowing all the while they could not marry.

Aegon is promised to Helaena. He marries her, performs his duty, though he loves her as a sister and nothing more.

Y/N does not wed. Rhaenyra is in no hurry to marry off her only daughter.

Years pass, Y/N visits Aegon and Helaena often. Watching their children grow. Twins named Jaehaera and Jaehaerys.

“He looks like you,” Y/N muses, holding his sweet boy.

Aegon smiles, wistfully. Stroking a hand over the back of his son’s hair as he stares at her. What might our children have looked like? He kisses her cheek, “indeed.”

Y/N and Helaena understand each other well enough. Helaena loves Aegon as a brother and nothing more.

Helaena tells her, “I find myself happiest when you are near, as does he.”

Y/N holds her hand out, hoping the other woman will take it. “I should like to be here more, help with the children.”

“Aemond would wed you.” Helaena says, as if the offer is no more complex than the color of the sky. “He likes you well enough and has no qualms about your feelings for Aegon.”

That was before he killed Lucerys. A distant dream now. Y/N makes her way into the castle as servants hustle about.

“The King and Queen have lost their only son.”

Y/N finds the children’s apartments undetected; unable to believe what she has heard until she sees….one bed instead of two.

The door jostles open and someone steps inside, muttering to themselves. A voice Y/N knows well, she waits, huddled in the corner, until she can be certain they are alone.

“Helaena,” her name is whispered from the shadows, as she paces her children’s chamber.

She’s seen nothing of Aegon since the incident, she has been largely alone. Her mother and husband focus largely on finding the men responsible. Helaena knows it will change nothing. Instead she clutches the throw blanket embroidered for her son.

“Helaena,” the voice sounds, again. Y/N creeps out of the corner. Her eyes wide and haunted.

She isn’t real. She can’t be.

“I am so sorry for what’s happened.”

“You are always sorry.” In visions of her and when she stands before her. “Must be an awful way to live.”

Y/N swallows hard, “it is.”

“You are my brother’s only love…I believe he is yours. He’s often down at the pleasure house…wanting for you. You return to him like this? Now?”

Y/N assures her. “I wish only to see him.”

“I will not begrudge you happiness, nor him. But I’ve no wish to remarry, and I’ll have no more children. You might give him a son.” Helaena says.

“I did not come here to bed him, I came here tell him-”

Helaena’s eyes find Aegon’s. Whatever Y/N came here to do matters little now.

“You,” he sneers, approaching Y/N at a pace that sends Helaena scurrying from the room. “One wasn’t enough for you? You had to come yourself to finish the job?” Aegon takes Y/N’s face in his hands so harshly her jaw aches.

“No,” Y/N shakes her head.

“By raven, you might have contacted me.” His wide, mad eyes search hers.

“I thought it best to see you,” Y/N stammers, “so we might talk about this, the way we always have.”

“What is there to talk about?” Aegon scoffs, “my son is my legacy! My son is heir to the throne!”

“From the depths of my soul, I am sorry.” Y/N tells him.

“I never wanted this, I never wanted to marry Helaena, I never wanted to be King. I wanted to marry you, but I love my children. I wanted this to be peaceful and now it cannot be because your mother has killed my child. My sister is distraught, I am distraught.” Aegon pulls himself away, fighting for composure.

“That is why I’ve come.” Y/N tells him, “my mother did not order this, it was Daemon.”

Aegon runs a hand over his face, “so that fixes everything?”

“It doesn’t,” Y/N admits, “I know that much, but if we could stop this war-”

Aegon laughs, low and menacing. “I do not want to stop this war. I intend to fight it.”

“Aegon,” she breathes.

“Will you stand at my side or against me?”

“I have no wish to stand against you. Especially now, after all you have lost. But I would not know my place here.”

“Your place is with me.” Aegon insists.

“But Alicent-”

“I am the king. She made it so,” Aegon reminds her. “I love my mother, sister, and house. I will not abandon Helaena in this.”

“Of course not,” Y/N nods.

“Still you could…” Aegon moves back toward her, “be my wife. My second wife. Take the burden off Helaena.” He nods, “our children will be spared from acts such as these, when I am asked again to produce a male heir.”

“My love,” she cups his face in her hands, “I will do this for you. But not now, not like this.”

“I need you.” He argues.

Y/N strokes his cheeks, “I am here, the rest will sort.”

His lips are on hers then, in a soul crushing kiss. Pouring all of his sadness, loneliness and regret into it. “I love you.” It is a horrid, awful thing to say, following the death of his child, birthed by another woman.

“I love you too.”

He also mourns what might have been, had their mothers not been so stubborn. He wishes Jaehaerys were hers, it might have spared him. “Come with me.”

Y/N nods, allowing him to lead her down the hall to his rooms. Tearing at her clothes, and then his own, falling back onto the bed, with her beneath him. Panting as she stares up at him.

Aegon spits into his hand, wetting his cock as he does not have the patience for much more.

She means to tell him she’s never lied with a man, to warn him about her maidenhead. But she cannot bring herself to ask him to be gentle. She wants it to hurt…and it does. “Ahh.”

Aegon moves slowly, realizing what he’s done. The blood over his cock as he withdraws, “you were saving yourself?”

“It matters little.”

“It matters to me,” Aegon insists, “I’ve hurt you.”

“I want to do this for you.” She shakes her head, “I want you to split me open and bury your sorrows inside. I want to be yours. Your comfort, your strength.”

“Be my wife.”

“I will.”

“Be truthful with me.”

“I will.”

His strokes are slow and deep, kissing her sweetly as he fucks her perfect little cunt, getting her used to the feeling of fullness. “Does this hurt?”

“Yes,” Y/N admits.

Aegon slips a hand between them, rubbing her pearl in tight circles, “is that any better?”

Y/N gasps, “yes.”

Aegon smiles, “good.”

Y/N weaves her hands into his silver locks. Kissing him, holding him, consuming him. “I love you.”

Aegon groans, “I love you, dearly. I’ve longed for you each day we were apart.”

“Aegon.” She sighs, cunt tense with her impending peak.

“You’ll give me children, won’t you?”

“As many as you’d like.”

“And you will love them?”

“Of course,” Y/N nods.

“My daughter…Jaehaera, will you accept her and treat her as your own?”

Again, Y/N nods.

“Nothing could ever replace my son, but I will survive this, so long as I have you. Our children, Jaehaera, Helaena as well.”

Y/N smiles, “that sounds nice.” The love between Aegon and Helaena is not one she will ever understand. She loves her brother, but she has not bore him children. It would be different, surely.

Aegon lets out a sob as he empties his spend at the mouth of her womb.

Her high comes quick and unexpected, milking Aegon dry and pulsing around him. His cock softens, remaining inside her until he hardens again.

She is sore when morning comes and Aegon bathes her in rose water. Leaving his rooms only long enough to wed before returning to their bed.

Aegon is restless in those early moons, before Y/N’s belly begins to swell with child. She plays with Jaehaera and keeps Helaena company, she writes to her mother when time permits.

Jaehaera giggles loudly as Y/N toys with her doll, walking it towards her. The little girl points to Y/N’s belly.

“Soon.” Y/N tells her, “a little sister or brother for you to play with.”

Jaehaera nods.

Helaena looks to Y/N with a soft smile.

“You know which it is, don’t you?” Y/N can tell by her face.

“Aegon will be pleased,” Helaena says, with finality.

Based off her words, Y/N spends the next months under the impression she’s to have a son. Instead, she bears Aegon a daughter, then two more the following year.

The King does not mind, in fact, he has all but accepted that Jaehaerys would be his only son. Until their fourth child is born, a little boy with silver hair.

“He looks like you,” Y/N says, acknowledging the bittersweet irony of it all.

Aegon nods, with a sad smile, “indeed.”

[annwrites]

⸻ sons & daughters. aemond | storm's end outtake.

· pairing: aemond targaryen x niece!reader · type: outtake from this series · summary: aemond is informed that his beloved niece has flown north. · word count: 536

"I will not fight you," Lucerys states, holding his chin high, his heart pounding in his chest, wishing for no more than to mount Arrax and fly home to his mother. "I came as a messenger, not a warrior."

"A fight would be little challenge," Aemond muses with a smug look.

He then takes a small step forward, glancing down, nodding slightly before his eye flits back to him. "Tell me then, boy, if your whore mother did not send you prepared to wield a sword in her name, why did she not send my lovely niece then instead? I do so long to see her."

Floris bristles beside him, but remains silent.

Lucerys swallows thickly. "She is accompanying my brother, the Prince Jacaerys, to Winterfell. To treat with Lord Cregan Stark."

A bout of thunder booms overhead, causing the young prince to jolt in surprise.

Vhagar roars then in fury, shaking the very walls of Storm's End, various courtiers glancing to each other in fear.

"She is there, in that northern wasteland they dare call a kingdom?" He sneers. "She should be instead with me. She is my blood. Mine!"

Vhagar roars again, deep and bellowing, the foundations of stone trembling.

Aemond takes another measured step closer.

"For a marriage pact?" He shouts.

Luke shakes his head slowly. "Not...not to my knowledge. She merely wished to accompany."

He glances to Lord Borros, attempting to end the conversation with his uncle.

But no more does the young prince open his mouth that Aemond speaks again.

"Y/N belongs to me," he states lowly, his brow twitching in irritation as he does his utmost to contain himself.

"Nothing will change that. Including some dull, passionless northern lord. What is he compared to her own uncle? A prince?"

For him to imagine you there, and his sharp hooks that he'd spent so long carefully sinking ever-deeper within your soft soul and malleable mind for so many a year, being gradually removed by some pathetic pup—he will not do him the courtesy of even mentally referring to him as a wolf—who would not even deign to put you first, and upon a pedestal; instead concerning himself more with honor...

Aemond has none. Not when it comes to you.

He would raze castles and kingdoms in your name. He ponders now if he does not intend to in the wars to come.

If he comes to learn the two of you have married, he will not be held responsible for what he may next do. To lose you to another when you have spent so long as his—when the two of you had been so close to becoming one at last—it will drive him to the brink of madness.

The Gods flip a coin...

Borros speaks then. "I've enough of this quarreling! Prince Aemond, need I remind you that you have promised yourself to one of my daughters in exchange for my loyalty and forces?"

Aemond smirks. "Then I wish for something else, as you are unable to give me that which I desire most, little Lord Strong," he says, staring at Luke as he removes his eyepatch.

"I wish for you to put out your eye."

[crumbledstatues]

@brazenbaela sent: lend me your hand. let me look in your eyes. | LUCERYS

EMBARRASSMENT CAN OVERTAKE AN ENTIRE BEING. He tries to sniffle, look anywhere but at Baela as his eyes continue to water. There is no denying there had been tears shed in private, cheeks flushed, lips split and bitten to prevent any noise from emitting. He should not cry, he should be strong and powerful. Yet pushing those thoughts to the front of his mind only causes it to grow worse. Hot tears slide down his cheeks as he finally gives in, his smaller hand finding hers. Red-rimmed eyes follow, still laden with tears that he tries to quell.

“I’m sorry.”

₍ 📻 ₎   the mountain goats lyrics  rp  starters  !

[valyrianvalors]

personal hcs for the velaryon kids ! obviously this might change with plots but unless otherwise i will default to this as canon!

-jacaerys married baela (unless we're plotting with someone else) and had four sons: laenor, baelon, rhaegar, and aemon

-lucerys married rhaena (unless plotting otherwise) and had five children: corwin, vaella and vaena (twins), daris and selsa

-joffrey also married though i have not headcannoned who yet and had three daughters: daenys, naerys and rhaenys.

-aemma is a massive lesbian so if she did marry she would have her kids and maintain female lovers on the side. i do not currently have any marriages headcannoned for her.

[solkara]

❛ 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 , jacaerys velaryon and baela targaryen ❜

⌗ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 , you were born a fighter you had to be the life you lived didn't allow you the liberty of comfort growing up not knowing any form of affection until they came

⌗ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 , jacaerys velaryon x fem! fighter! reader x baela targaryen

⌗ 𝐬𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 , omg this was so much fun to write !! had so many idea's ngl so I'm doing another part after this so I hope you like it <3

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⌗ fear was an unfamiliar feeling to you. being a fighter and all. but you felt it now. as you walked with the guard up to the royal box. you tried to rack your brain for what you had done wrong. what could you have possibly done to warrant being summoned to the royal box?

⌗ "be at ease you are not in trouble" the voice of princess rhaenyra broke you from your thoughts. "my son's and their betrotheds merely wished to greet the incredible fighter who won their bout with such ease". you felt yourself let out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding. as you looked at the four in question. tipping your head in appreciation.

⌗ the four quickly introduced themselves. which they didn't need to do as you already knew who they were. heck the seven kingdoms did too. "what's your name?" the youngest lucerys velaryon asked. with innocent doe eyes. you quickly introduced yourself with a slight smile.

⌗ "how long have you been a fighter?" the question from prince daemon didn't surprise you. as many before him had asked how a woman such as yourself wound up with a carer as an arena fighting. "as long as I can remember my prince" to which he nodded. "it seems you have aren't the respect of your fellow fighters" princess rhaenyra then asked as she observed you with a fond smile.

⌗ "respect is earned over time princess, and I have been doing this for a long time" to which she nodded in understanding. before lucerys swooped in front of his mother again. bombarding you with questions. though you didn't really mind. you thought it was endearing. as he asked about everything from your strength to your weapon. which you let him hold. "could you teach me how to fight?" he asked excitedly.

⌗ "I'm sure prince daemon is an excellent teacher prince lucerys" you said awkwardly not wanting to offend either party. "I'm sure him having one more teacher on dragonstone wouldn't hurt him" the rogue mused as he sipped his wine. watching his family interact with the fighter with piqued interest.

⌗ "dragonstone? my prince my place is in kings landing" you asked confused as to what was going on. "we would like you to come with us to dragonstone, as a personal guard of baela and teacher to both my sons" the heir said with a soft smile as she watched your astonished expression. "you will be paid well and receive a title with time, but only if you wish for it. if not you are free to remain in king's landing as a fighter, the choice is yours"

⌗ at this moment in time you were speechless. the offer sounded to good to be true. but was that going to stop you from taking it. no. "it would be my honor princess" and with that you were brought into the embrace of an ecstatic lucerys. which you hesitantly expected. as physical touch had never been your strong suit. you were so happy that you did realise the two sets of eyes that had never strayed from you since your arrival.

⌗ that was six moons ago. and life was better than ever. you were a high member of princess rhaenyra and prince daemon's trusted guard. you trained daily with daemon lucerys and jacaerys. dragonstone had become like home to you. and to make things even more interesting you had seemed to have caught the attention of two unexpected individuals. baela and jacaerys.

⌗ the two had welcomed you warmly to dragonstone. taking every possible opportunity to talk to you. though you failed to notice how their 'normal conversation' had a certain flirty edge. and that you would unknowingly flirt back on occasion. the pair soon realised that they would need to take a much more direct approach to capture your attention. so one day after training the two greeted you whilst you were clearing your blade.

⌗ "princess baela-" you were quickly cut off by being pulled into a fiery kiss by the rouge prince's daughter. to which you melted into as you parted your mouth slightly allowing your tongues to dance with each other. as jace watched on with lust fogged eyes. once the two of you broke apart you now swollen lips were again seized but this time by jace which you welcomed. this time feeling a lot more confident as you kissed.

⌗ as the two of you broke apart. both desperate for air. you couldn't help but look up and admire the two dragons. lips swollen hair disheveled and eyes clouded with lust. all you could mumble out was a brief "oh." now all of the conversations they had made sense. "I wasn't aware you two had an interest in me like that"

⌗ "how could we not" baela said as she leaned closer to kiss you once more. but the two of you didn't get to far as the voice of jace drew you apart. "maybe we should continue in our chambers" to which baela nodded. looking for your approval. which you quickly gave. and before you knew it the three of you were in the two's shared chamber with clothes long forgotten and the outside world non-existant.