#ship: lucemond

[greeksorceress]

can't wait to see house of the dragon season two and witness aemond being a poor little meow meow tormented by the memories of his beloved lucerys <3

[roxineedstosleep]

Baby Trap... by Aemond Targaryen

I remembered a headcanon I have from Lucemond.

So, for no one in the fandom it is strange to think or consider possible that the Targaryens have a breeding fetish.

But, for some reason, I've seen several posts on Aemond having this fetish. How did they get there? I don't know, but he gave me sooo many ideas.

Which brings me to the next thing, I'm pretty sure Aemond would fuck with Lucerys' contraceptive methods to get him pregnant, thus trapping him with his baby.

so... there it goes. --------------------------------------------

Aemond, no matter what universe it is in, whether or not Lucerys can be left with a baby inside her... he would look for the ultimate way to trap Lucerys with him permanently.

Of course, Aemond knows that he will become a careful father and will not look after anything other than his family, he really wants to be a father. Only that he takes advantage of his wish to use it as a kind of secret letter to keep Lucerys by his side.

So, he barely has the opportunity, he's going to take it. Believe me when I tell you that he will do everything possible.

Within historical canon time, should they be able to have a baby of their own: Aemond will make sure Moon tea is modified, changed, or simply make Lucerys forget to drink it. Or he'll make sure Lucerys never properly learns about how babies are made, so he can manipulate his concept until the time comes when pregnancy is safe and there’s not rick at all.

At the time, I feel like Lucerys may know that babies come when both adults come together, but he doesn't know everything in fine detail.

In some Alternative Universe within the same situation of the possibility of having a baby of their own, especially the modern one: Aemodn will make its pills just placebos and change them for prenatals, condoms will always have holes or are already spoiled, and it will pretend that they broke on the spot , he will give his boyfriend hormone pills inside his drinks or inside his food to make sure everything is ready. Aemond will keep track of his fertile dates, and all.

In the modern setting it's the only scenario where Aemond can't keep Lucerys fooled about the process of making babies, as it's a relatively more educated environment and I doubt Lucerys doesn't learn abput it outside his home; like the school.

Sure, all dark, of course. We are talking at the end�� about how Aemond wants to make sure Lucerys can't leave him.

But only if Lucerys stays innocent about it.

What would happen if it was Lucerys not so? If our sweet boy actually, he thinks very similar to Aemond, but he didn't really take any active initiative about it.

Aemond does not realize that his boyfriend is always available on his most fertile days. He doesn't notice when his boyfriend avoids her leaving his bed or leaving it unfilled at all costs. Lucerys never peep about it, he do not mind at all.

He doesn't notice how his boyfriend takes half of the moon tea and throws the rest next to a pot inside the room. After all, boys cannot have babies, isn’t it? or simply the risk of having a baby is too low.

He doesn't notice how his boyfriend, his sweet boy, always lies in positions that facilitate the process of having a baby. Is just so¿uch a confy position.

As his little boyfriend never buys the condoms, even though Aemond always uses the broken ones every time or doesn't notice that he always asks him to use the old one found in Aemond's wallet. Those help in any way, right?

He never notices, doesn't notice when Lucerys always takes hormone pills "to stay on a regular cycle" that Aemond buy for him. Just do not tell Aemond that he might forget some of them.

[sorceressfyre]

i'm writing this one-shot lucemond thing and i think i need somebody to tell me if it makes sense or if it's too confusing and candoluted 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

[sscarletvenus]

i love unrequited love, i love blind devotion, i love guard dogs. i love being desperately obsessed with the object of your affections. i love when devotion rots into cruelty, i love when love doesn't know any better, i love when love is ugly. i love defanging and declawing yourself just to be loved. i love when a character will wait for the next time they will be loved like a bird or a dog at their beloved’s door. i love when love is insanity and by the LORD do i love betting on losing dogs

[mitytheclown]

"OMG are you really shipping them???" YES I AM and I will continue

[iucemond]

not everything is as it seems.

when talks of aemond’s upcoming marriage to his nephew circulated, everyone seemed to pity lucerys; after all, it was a known fact that the young brunette was the one who maimed the feared don.

the boss’ subordinates have conjured up a myriad of scenarios of what the silver-haired man would do to his husband, ranging from him locking up the young man in his own cell, to taking lucy’s eyes out, doubling what his nephew did to him.

it doesn’t help that during their wedding, while lucerys was all bright eyes and big smiles, aemond was still as stoic as ever, his face as still as a statue (except for an almost imperceptible twitch of the corner of his lips when lucy says his vows). even more so when the brunette was not seen for a couple of weeks after their matrimony.

all rumors are squashed however when an obviously pregnant lucerys abruptly appears during one of their more important gatherings, and plops down into the don’s lap and pouts. “i’m hungry. your baby and i are hungry.” their boss just sighs and commands everyone to leave the room at once.

as they all go in a single file, the last henchman to leave hears his boss ask softly, “so what do you and our little blip want this time?”

[roxineedstosleep]

Aemond never understood his father... until he became a father himself.

Of course he loves his eldest son Maegor and always teach him something new, of course he braids his daughter Daenys' pigtails, of course he plays hide and seek with his other son Daeron.... but Visenya?

His knees tremble when Visenya enters the scene.

All his older children look like him or have traits of his other albino brothers and sisters... Full Targaryen children. Purple eyes, white hair, pale skin, strong and dangerous character. He even goes so far as to say that his children eradicated power and privilege as soon as they started wearing their nappies and could keep their purple eyes open for more than a few minutes. They look soooo much like him, and he loves them all.

He loves them with passion, he loves them with madness, he cannot help thinking that in the event of any attack, he would not hesitate to put his children and his husband on the back of his dragon and fly them to safety (yes, he would even trust that Northman Stark) so that he could stay and give them time to escape.

But, when he held Visenya, his sweet child, in his arms... all that resentment he had towards his father for preferring his older sister somehow made some sense. Of course, he never forgave Viserys for it, but now he understood.

Visenya had everything he revered about her omega husband. 

She had the chocolate curls, his pink lips, skin the colour of wheat, his freckles patterned after the firmament, flushed cheeks, deer's paws, and beautiful almond-shaped eyes that seemed to glow like copper when they were looking at him. Visenýa laughs just like Luke, smiles just like him, has the same mannerisms as him, is just as kind and sweet as her father.

And, try as he might, he can't help it. He can't help but adore her. 

Then, when he starts to make some parallels... it breaks his heart to think that the assumptions are true.

His father always treated Rhaenyra differently because she bore too many similarities to Aemma, who died after giving birth. His father, for a time, had only his only daughter to remember his beloved wife and companion. So he cared for her, defended her... he didn't want to lose her again.

Totally understandable. At least now that he has his own children.

What if something similar had happened to Lucerys? He feels he would go mad.

He knows he could not avoid it, and it pains him to know that his children themselves know it would happen.

Of all her children, Visenya was the only one fortunate enough to look like Luke.

He knows he would care for her, overprotect her, adore her if she were all he had left of Luke. All of his older children are too much like a dragonfighter, strong children, powerful children... so much like him.

That's why, unconsciously, he can't help but always keep his daughter close to him.

His to protect, his to guard, his to look after and watch over.

If his older children join in, he says nothing. If his older kids seem to join in his plan to protect their omega father... no one says anything. He will not stop his other offspring from helping him protect what is theirs.

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, soft and sweet)

It is a fact that everyone knows about Viserys' extreme favoritism when it comes to Rhaenyra, since she is the only child born from Aemma. Aemond knows that as well (of course he does, he experienced the height of his sire's favoritism the moment he lost his eye), and he curses his sire for it. Couldn't he have shown a little compassion towards his other children? Couldn't he at least hide his blatant favoritism?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[greeksorceress]

cregan stark actually manages to make a good first impression in aemond’s demanding eyes.

the northern youth is as tall and as broad as his father and the rest of their kin, not older than aemond for more than a couple of years but already a man in the court’s account. the stark heir is also polite and honourable, just as they had expected, and he treats royalty and service with humility and grace. 

on top of all of that, cregan is a prodigy when it comes to swordsmanship, knocking on their backs three knights in a row the first time he’s invited to the training yard. 

so, it’s safe to assume that aemond would take a liking to him, finally meeting someone who he can consider an almost equal in skills and hard-work. 

it doesn’t take long for aemond to notice that he’s not the only one impressed by the stark. 

lucerys, who used to pester aemond for his attention and time, now spends his mornings and afternoons trailing after the older male like a little duck, utterly and childishly enamoured with the stark’s abilities and stories. 

aemond’s liking towards cregan considerably dampens after this realisation. he makes himself busy by his own and counts down the days for the northmen’s departure.

he doesn’t understand lucerys’ eagerness, to be honest. yes, cregan might be worth of being called a decent man, good-natured and skilled, but he wasn’t that impressive. after all, he was just a common man from the north, he didn’t have the old valyria blood of the targaryens, nor had the dragons or the power. 

what was a wolf to a dragon, anyways? aemond bitterly questions lucerys’ poor choices, purposely ignoring the voice that tells hims that he doesn’t have a dragon either.

much to aemond’s dismay, lucerys does seem very interested in the wolves. he asks about the lands and about the ice, about the castle and about the wall, but his questions always circle back to the damned animals.

is it true your woods are ten thousand years old? are wolves as loyal as dogs? can you trust them just as much? has it ever been so cold in winterfell that even you couldn’t stand it? what do wolves usually eat? do you feed them yourself? have you ever mounted one? do you rely on them when you go hunting or fighting? 

it’s disgusting how lucerys wastes his time in such insignificant matters. 

and then, on the third day of the northmen’s visit, aemond finds himself reading by the window in the third floor of maegor’s holdfast, hidden behind rows and shelves full of books in the most secluded part of the library. he likes coming here, because nobody seems to recall this little spot exists, a nd he likes to be left alone.

happy screech coming from the training yard makes him look away from the lines he was trying to memorise and he peers over the window.

there, lucerys and cregan stark seem to be sparring, but they’re not. they’re circling each other, using the wooden swords to jokingly poke more than to hit, and lucerys is laughing his little heart out as cregan lightly smacks his thigh with a smile. 

aemond closes his book with a loud smack and runs down to the yard, nor bothering to contain his fuming. 

as soon as he’s in the same space as them, he marches towards lucerys and grunts at him “weren’t you sick?”

it’s what he has said when aemond asked him to come to te library. that his tummy hurt and that he wanted to take a nap. 

lucerys has the decency to look ashamed. it does nothing to quell the unexplainable ire bubbling in his blood. “i felt better after my sleep! i was looking for you, but i couldn’t find you!” 

aemond looks at lucerys’ flushed cheeks, unrelenting, “hm.”

of course, cregan stark, the noble northern that seems to have taken with grace and mirth the position of lucerys’ guardian and protector, steps in.

“it’s true, my prince. he was looking for you in the training yard and i happened to come across him, so i invited him to a friendly spar. prince lucerys is nothing short of talented, so we got a bit caught”

lucerys looks up at the northern heir, doe eyes glassy and wide as if he was contemplating salvation itself, and it makes aemond’s lips curl in a snarl. 

“lucerys doesn’t like training, he always throws a fit when he’s asked to”

lucerys glares at him and aemond glares right back, daring the youngest boy to refute his words. 

cregan beats him to it.

“well, why don’t we train together then, my prince? let’s work hard so we can make prince lucerys feel fonder towards sparring after seeing us!”

everything seems to get back to normal after that. cregan and him spare together and lucerys cheers for him more than he does for cregan. the resentment slowly dissipates as cregan and him clash their wooden swords against each other’s, and aemond decides he had just been in a weird mood before.

jacaerys and aegon join them at some point, and cregan and aegon team against him and jacaerys. it’s fun, much more fun than their regular training.

lucerys claps loudly for him when aemond and jacaerys win over the older boys —their loss was completely on aegon, but it matters little to aemond if he won because of his own abilities or the lack of such from his opponent when lucerys looks at him with the stars in his eyes that the northern lord was taking for himself a while ago. 

they return back to the castle, their walk animated by the nonsensical talk of aegon and ajacerys over the stories of the tapestries hanging by the walls of the corridors.

“this one is about maelor I, when he lost his right shoe and sent a party to look for it to the forest!”

“and this one if about visenya, she’s about to dress her dragon in a gown and take it to a ball!”

cregan merely snorts, amused at their antics. lucerys, however, the innocent fool he is, looks at aegon and jacaerys in awe, nodding along their ‘lessons’. aemond chuckles at this, for he knows the maesters are going to have a rough time taking these thoughts out of lucerys’ head. 

then, lucerys turns to look at him, as if to corroborate their words, and aemond’s chest tightens with pride. he relishes in the trust, and drinks from that unsullied admiration whenever lucerys checks on him after aegon and jacaerys spit yet another insane conjeture. 

when they reach a tapestry that represents the crypt that was built three hundreds of years ago in hopes of imitating the one in winterfell, aegon grins like a madman. 

“and this is the best one yet to come! behold their sex fest in the dungeons!”

aemond grimaces. no matter what it is, aegon must always ruin it with his disrespect and blatant lack of manners. 

“It’s a crypt,” aemond corrects, “they wanted to built one as the one in winterfell, but decided against it in the last moment”

“really?” lucerys asks, awed at the explanation.

“yes,” confirms the stark, “we’re very proud of it. i like to think of it as the heart of our home”

“i guess it’s similar to the dragon pit for the targaryens,” offers aemond, “it’s the heart of our own home.” then, he turns to look at lucerys. “their crypt was built little after the castle of winterfell. all the starks who have perished rest within its tunnels”

cregan intervenes at this with a smile, trying to soften the commentary. “actually, my prince, the crypt was built much before the castle, after the long night, which is accounted to have happened around eight thousands of years ago. and technically, it’s not the burial place of all starks. burial sites extend beyond the walls into unprotected land, where many of my ancestors perished while fighting against the white walkers. their tombs do not hold names, but we know they’re in there” 

aemond tries no to make much of it. he bites his tongue and waits for the vitriol to slow down his throat before humming. his annoyance flares higher when lucerys mouth turns into a perfect O, wonderment and affection evident in his demeanour. 

aemond hated it. he hated hated hated hated it.

later, when dinner time comes, lucerys begs cregan to sit by his left side, jutting his lips out and everything. aemond looks at lucerys’ pout from the other side of the table and feels his teeth clank in irritation. 

he forces himself to eat, trying to diminish his discomfort and willing himself to stay put with the promise of flying to his rooms as soon as dinner is over. 

he’s doing a pretty decent job at it when lucerys’ excited voice resonates over the clinking of the glasses and cutlery and the uninteresting conversation of adults.

“cregan explained a lot of things about the north today!” lucerys chirps animatedly at Rhaneyra, who sits by the boy’s other side cooing at him. “he is so smart, mother! he’s even smarter than aemond!”

aemond cannot stomach any more bite, nor he can stomach the words. 

cregan grins at lucerys and ruffles his curls with affection, and that’s all he needed.

he excuses himself under the pretence of being sick and slams the doors to his chambers after him. 

[godofstory]

Now it's Daeron's turn to keep up the "simping uncle" tradition

[marysblo0d]

Every time I think about this I wanna buy a gun

[roxineedstosleep]

Aemond can't help himself.

The maester tells him that it is unhealthy to stay there. His soldiers and the faithful few who remain after the massacre mention in fearful whispers that they can no longer replace him.

But he cannot. He refuses.

He holds his only daughter's sleeping shoes, clutches his baby's blanket tightly, while he carries his firstborn's toy sword with him.

A sword that was shattered after her son, her baby, tried to attack the rudians above Lucerys.

No longer weeping, her sons' dragons perished soon after the death of their riders. There is no more fire and only the ashes and the pain that comes with the thought of having to clean them up.

It was his duty as a husband and father to care for his consort king and his children. How could he fail?

So, as the days pass and Lucerys' bed seems to lose its smell, his son's sword finishes shattering, his baby's blanket falls apart, and his daughter's shoes become too worn... he begins to read.

She reads of everything, of old and new faiths, of the gods, their believers, their religions, she reads about dragons and rituals. He reads about pagans and cults.

He reads and never stops reading.

And when he comes back to court and starts working, everyone thinks he's starting to heal a bit.

And when a witch with preening eyes arrives... they let him pass.

But, when they hear the cry of a baby, the laughter of the young princess and the peepings of the young prince. Chaos ensues.

At first they can't see him, no one can see the young princess, who asks the servants and maids to please leave her some cakes. No one knows how to calm the baby's crying at night, and the knights can't help but lose more training swords.

But, all hell breaks loose when their King, one day, presents her husband and her deceased children to the court.

Everyone knows it is them, their presence is undeniable. It was a miracle, it was the witch's magic that allowed them to live on.

But every wish has its cost.

And everyone feared to see what the price had been.

aemond lets aegon escape and becomes a usurper himself.

when lucerys learns of his husband’s coronation, they fight loudly in front of their children, causing them to cry in distress. luke swears aemond he will never forgive him. “your desperate desire for power will be our doom,” he says. their relationship goes even worse as luke loses his family one by one in the war, locked up at the red keep.

years later, the dance of the dragons is won by the greens, and political games by lords begin. the king’s supporters openly despise the only survived son of the half-year queen and his offspring. they are often called “dirty blood” in the court, but aemond is unaware of it.

lucerys understands his sons are in great danger at the keep. he can no longer trust aemond, whom he accused of betrayal. so luke tries to escape. unsuccessfully. at night, the prince consort and all of king’s heirs are found dead. the king burns traitors and murderers in dragonfire, heartbroken and furious.

aemond will never know that in his last moments lucerys thought it was his husband who ordered to kill him and their sons.

[darksisterk]

Let’s get this straight in HOTD ship discourse:

Out of all the so-called “perverted” ships in the show, we could name quite a few to be honest.. Daemon/Rhaenyra’s age-gap is close to 20 years apart. We had scenes of them with implied sexual tension even when Rhaenyra was only 14 in episode 1, yet no one seemed to have a problem with that. Viserys/Alicent..we won’t even talk about the age-gap between these two because it’s just absurd, but it is an arranged marriage. Yet again, most people don’t seem to have a problem with this.

Aemond/Alys, or Daemon/Alys, the largest age-gap thus far considering Gayle Rankin claims that Alys is nearly 400 years old beneath her glimmer.

Lastly Aemond/Lucerys, these two have the least of the age-gaps as they are only 3 years apart and yet people still call this the most “monstrous” of all the ships in show-verse. I get it, Elliot, who plays Luke is far younger than Ewan, so the age disparity is more obvious than it should be in canon, but so was Matt Smith and Milly Alcock when they portrayed Daemon/Rhaenyra…Let’s be real though, the main reason people are offended by this pairing is because it’s a queer ship. Had Lucerys been a girl there wouldn’t be near as much affront. I know a lot of talented, amazing individuals who have written for this ship..particularly aged-up Aemond/Lucerys and none of them deserve the hate directed towards them nor their work when there are far more disturbing ships in the show. Not everyone who supports this pairing condone fanart/works portraying the underage actor. So let’s stop acting like everyone who ships Lucerys/Aemond is demon spawn for seven hells sake. 🤝

[sscarletvenus]

yeah i like ships where both of the characters are optimists, motivated, have actual goals and fulfilling hobbies BUT I AM FERAL OVER ships where both of them have no positive relations beside the other, or are living to kill the other, are an image of the other's most wretched sin, their everlasting regret, forever scarred and marked by the other in an irredeemable irreversible way, an abandoned god and their most devout follower, they want to live in the other's skin, and hunger for the other's raw flesh and blood, and owe a debt to the other that can never truly be paid, and their maker, and their reason to kill, and cannot be seperated or one of them just fucking dies, and characters who will choose each other despite everything they both have done and

[nightingale2004]

What I think HOTD Ships would name their children

Jacegon: Jaehaera and Jaehaerys (twins), Valerion, Visenya, Aerea, and Rhaenar

Lucemond: Rhaegar, Rhaellyra, Vaenaera, Laenor, Valaeria, Aerys and Aenys (twins), Maegelle, Alyssa, Saera, Corlys, and Aemara

Baelaena (Baela x Helaena): Laena and Maella (twins), and Naerea

Rhaemund (Rhaena x Garmund): Valaena, Danaera, Orea, Rosalyn, Jeyne, Baeryssa, and Rhaenyssa (twins)

Joffron (Daeron x Joffrey): Aemon, Gaemon, Aelix, Naerys, and Aethan

[roxineedstosleep]

For @unohanabbygirl, thanks for the inspiration!!!

Marmalade had not been at the King's Court for long.

Well, actually, Marmalade didn't have much time on many things. Just a few days ago she didn't even have a name or a place to drop dead, but now she had a sweet name (Very sweet! As sweet as the candy one of the guards gave her), a decent change of clothes and slippers on her feet. Yep. Now Marmalade can said proudly that she have two pair of slippers, 2 uniform dress, one pijama dress and large ragbow for her hair.

Isn't that great?

Marmalade knows she's not the smartest, she really struggles to read the room and clearly only has a few written words memorized by fire so she won't get lost in the place or know where to send correspondence. But other people and herself can't deny that she tries her best and, thank the gods, that's considered a good playing card inside the castle.

Marmalade has slowly moved from command to command until she became one of the maids to take care of Prince Lucerys.

And for that very reason, Marmalade (despite not being the smartest or the fastest) knows that it was a good idea to put laxative in her master's brother's tea. She doesn't feel guilty, not really, but if Marmalade herself understands or notices that Prince Jaecerys is mean to her master... no one can tell her anything.

After all, the laxative herbs seems too similar to the actual tea herbs. Ms. Currybures assured her and the head butler that her mistake was quite often after all. (Even though she saw Ms. Currysbures changing the herbs in porpuse. Or she was also confused? Maybe Ms. was also confused!)

Marmalade does not know when or how. But from being one of his master's favourite people (his master's older brother), the crown prince ended up being a great nuisance and a great pain in the arse. He was trying to sneak in through entrances, crying at the door for his master. But Marmalade refused to let him in, no matter if it meant other maids calling her a busybody or a fool. But clearly her master couldn't say no to his on his own; she had to.

Her prince knew that seeing his brother would end up more broken. How sad, the brother who preached so much about loving and caring for him was the first to hurt him. And yet, with the husband he loved so much.

That’s why she does not permit that man close to her master.

Because of that man her master doesn't want to eat, because of that man her master doesn't read to Marmalade and the other maids anymore; because of that man and her master's husband, Marmalade must check full time and can't weigh because she fears that her master one day will jump off her balcony. Not again... at least.

Because it is not the first time it happens. The attempt, you know?

She still remembers the scream she gave when she noticed her good prince standing on the balcony ledge. Had it not been for Ser Halland's help, Marmalade would definitely have fallen beside her master in a futile attempt to push him away.

After that she and Ser Halland, the same one who gave her sweets as soon as she arrived at the palace, would take turns together with other maids and guards to prevent the same incident from happening.

She even saw how Ser Halland managed to restrain her master's husband! Prince Aemond, when he heard about his master's attempt, demanded to see him and speak to him. The same accours with his master’s brother.

Marmalade profoundly refused to even let him pass near the door of his prince's chambers. But it was only when Ser and other maids joined him that Prince Aemond resigned himself to leave.

She did not notice, maybe because of the strees or the determination she had at the moment, but apparently she was trembling badly, for her master asked her to sit and drink tea with him. After that, and after another long and complicated talk, Marmalade was definitely left as a lady-in-waiting to her prince; and Ser Halland was left as one of his personal guards.

She only have few task, but she manage to did them well. Like making her master happy.

Mermelade doesn't know many things, she can't read, she can't write, she doesn't know how sarcasm works or the weird jokes the guards tell. Mermelada only knows that there are good and bad people... and his poor master has had to discover that one of his good people was actually a bad person.

Very bad.

But, despite all his shortcomings, Marmalade knows how to listen, and even though his mind and his master Lucerys' words are big and complicated, she knows that he feels sad, betrayed and alone.

No matter that everyone in the castle is on his beloved prince’s side, no matter that King Viserys said with complicated words that Jaecerys was no longer a worthy candidate for his crown; what mattered was that the Green Queen had given Marmalade the go-ahead to cheer her master up.

Would you believe that she even gave Marmalade several candies if she gave laxative herbs to her own son?

Of course she wouldn't sell herself so easily, a couple of meat pies and a piece of meringue were adequate payment for the One-Eyed Prince to spend a whole month indisposed. The candys were for her, the meet pies were for Ser. Halland, because he was the one who helped her sneaking away and distracting the ther prince's Aemond guards.

But that's not the point.

The Point is that, apparently, Marmalade is very good at making her master happy, because every time Marmalade takes Lucerys out for the village market (always in disguise, so they don't run into bad people, or so Ser Halland tells Marmalade) her master doesn't hesitate to go to the same fish stall to talk to the fisherman.

The fisherman and her master met during one of the firsts “secret” outings that she and the prince Lucerys did. He helped them to move around, be more cautios and brave arouend the commoners.

The fisherman was funny! Always making her master laugh and laugh!

But, one of the knight found out. 

She was genuinely afraid that Ser Halland would prevent them from going out. Even more so considering that her master was now smiling more and eating again. Marmelade was terribly scared this time!!!!!

She just wanted to make him, his sweet prince, happy!

But thank the gods, Ser Halland just pulled out a small sword and joined her adventures in the city. Now were the three of them outing arround the capital, eating sweets, laughing and being happy.

Even Mermelada can say that the gentleman and the fisherman became good friends! They started to tell each other funny jokes among other things. Even thought she never get the jokes she also laughed with them!

And so went their routine of her and her prince. Escaping from the castle in the evenings, meeting the fisherman, and hanging out on the days when it was possible to do so.

Sometimes it was just Marmalade and Lucerys, sometimes it was just Lucerys and Ser Halland. But, as soon as they reached the fisherman's stall, it was just Lucerys and the fisherman.

Ser Halland, when he notices that their master and the owner are talking for a long time, takes Marmalade out and takes her to a nearby stall to watch from afar how the two interact. Occasionally he even buys her more sweet things or a new nightgown and explains that sometimes friendships grow best in privacy.

Although she understands that, she doesn't understand why Ser. Halland covers her eyes when his master gets too close to the fisherman's face. Or when he covers her ears when it seems his master Lucerys is talking about a sea voyage through Essos.

What's wrong with wanting to travel?

If Marmalade had ever had the chance to do it, she would have jumped on the first boat out there and gone around the world. There were so many things she doesn't understand but she wants to at least be there to see it!

But it doesn't matter, because Ser Halland tells her that they are fantasies of Prince Lucerys. He doesn't want her to get dizzy because of pure fantasies.

"Don't listen to him Marmalade, it seems our prince is telling his friend one of his many dreams."

Anyway, she doesn't care much anymore, because Ser Halland gives her a pretty rag doll (she doesn't notice how her master and his friend the fisherman are smiling at Ser Halland). She is so excited about her new doll that she completely forgets to ask her master why she walks in such a funny way or why she has purple make-up dots on her neck.

No matter, because Marmalade puts on a pair of thick leather collars she found at the market so her master won't be embarrassed back at the castle.

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Marmalade's job, although it sounds fun at times, is not so simple.

Although she is one of Lucerys' main maids, she, not having the degree of education required by the other maids, only refrains from being a "extra glorified nursemaid". Her role at court and in Lucerys' command is merely to distract her master, make him happy and help him feel comfortable. Kind of like a jester's job? She do not know, but at least she always made her master laugh.

That's why Marmalade has had to lear how to read, how to write, how to understand difficult words and not to jump at the first provocation. And just because she knows that her master gets sad if she doesn't do things right, she doesn't jump on the maid who had the nerve to insult her precious master.

"Prince Jaecerys may be a bastard, but at least he's a more princely bastard than Prince Lucerys, Prince Jacearys knows how to fight whith swords and pretty inteligents as well" Marmalade had heard once "No wonder Prince Aemond went after him instead of his husband."

She didn't hit that horrendous woman, but she definitely made sure the floor was so polished that the silly maid would be slipping until the end of time. 

And the maid did!

But all that courage was not taken away from her.So when the Green Queen and the Crown Princess call her one day to ask her about the welfare of her prince... she thinks nothing of it. It was a cool place, full of pretty flowers and even prettier butterflies. 

The ladies don't look upset or distressed, they simply want to know what the prince is doing. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? 

So Marmalade tells them about the adventures they both have in the castle. How she and her prince and his knight friend run through the corridors looking for books, eating cakes, training, reading and buying fish. 

The ladies are satisfied, give Marmalade some sweets and ask her, both by command and by request, never to leave Prince Lucerys' side.

"I would not leave my prince alone, your highnesses" she answered them seriously, as serious as she tries to be "My lord and master will always be happy; even if I have to tame a dragon myself to do it".

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Ser Halland is a clever man, or so he likes to think.Well, he must be clever enough to make it to Prince Lucerys's warding position. 

But he doubts his intelligence when it comes to Marmalade and The Pearl of the Realm.

Both children keep doing crazy things after crazy things. And Halland doesn't know if it's the prince's luck or the little maid's innocence that has kept the three of them from getting into disastrous trouble.

Of course, if it had been anyone else, he would have left them to their fate. But it was impossible to do so with his prince and his favourite maid. Marmalade was not even qualified to be a stable sweeper! 

But she was so bubbly that the girl quickly climbed up to the level she was at.

The lack of good in her life made her clumsy and sometimes foolish, but like his prince, she had her heart and mind in the right place. That, at least he thinks, is why everything seems to be going so well for them.

He hides the evidence of the three of them running around the capital several 'days a week. He himself is in charge of distracting Marmalade, and making her happy, when he notices that his prince is falling in love again; he is in charge of getting to know Marmalade, while her prince is happy again.

He knows that if Marmalade is discovered, she will most likely be killed. For a maid to help a prince go to his mistress is still a serious matter. So, even though, at first as a duty, he took it upon himself to amuse her with things so that she wouldn't notice Lucerys sleeping with that fisherman.

So, in that way, her foolishness could propapbly save her.

It really was annoying (all the secret mistress stuff, after all the prince was the one who suffer the most. He deserved happiness), all the more so because he was getting himself into trouble by disappearing for so long, not taking care of his tasks. What could he say in his defence? Nothing.

Though, ironically, Marmalade herself, who was getting him into trouble, was helping him cover his faults.

"Ser Halland is teaching me to write," she had told his commander, she was so small in comparison and all her face was red as a cherry "I want to learn to write my prince's name and a paragraph of a chant of the septas. Please, do not reprimend him."

It was amusing to see how a little maid had saved him from so much trouble. So over time, he begins to like her and even helps her with her madness.

So, when he hears that Marmalade polished, poorly, the floor so that an idiot maid would fall.... well.

Let's just say he forced several of the new recruits to polish all the floors in the castle, to make sure Marmalade's plan worked. Incidentally, seeing Prince Aemond fall down a few corridors was the icing on the cake.

Those were, in fact, the best days of his life.

Mermelada didn't know what was going on.

Her prince was so exhausted after another stroll through the city centre that he hadn't even gone out to dinner with his sister-in-law and her sisters or his younger brothers. He went only to his chambers and she had to do all the work of undressing him and asking the other maids to help in changing and combing his hair.

At the end of the day, and after putting his master to bed and properly tucking him in, she simply decided to move things along while she watched over his sleep.

She had noticed how Princess Heleana had sent several embroideries with different rainbow insects for the prince, as well as scarves and embroideries of dragons and seahorses. They were beautiful! definitely made by a lady of high birth and great talent… the small detail was that due to her wanderings, her prince had completely forgotten to frame them in small wooden frames.

Marmalade knew, or so she had been taught by some maids older than her, that it was impolite not to take proper care of the gifts given to them by others.

"Well… think of it this way, Ser Halland would be very sad if he noticed your doll was dirty, wouldn't he?" Jane had said when she asked how she could keep the prince's new tablecloths "Because it implies that you don't care for something he took a long time to think about giving you. You can't carelessly put away handkerchiefs, you must square them up so that they at least look decorative."

Now, beside her wrist (to make sure her dolly it was not dirty and careless) she was carefully drawing on some old parchment the shapes of the frames for the handkerchiefs.

She lay quietly beside her doll, enjoying the fire burning and her master's breaths. Being. Halland was just outside the room, standing guard as he did every night…. and it just happened.

From one moment to the next, she was now tugging her prince who was barely awake with fear.

They both ran as fast as their legs and bare feet would allow them to run, and desperately jumped at any break of the servants she could remember to flee the place. The shouts in High Valyrian made her wince a little, sounding like insults in the way the prince clenched his hands and quickened his pace.

Naye knows how, but apparently one of the maids who were loyal to Prince Aemond had slipped in just as she was looking for new nightclothes for Lucerys. And seeing him naked, she had to warn the other prince about his husband's.

He tried to open the doors of the chambers with all his strength and his drawn sword.

Ser Halland had managed to open secret compartments for them and buy them time. They did not have much in what little they had managed to get out in time. In the pouch of her maid's uniform, she had tucked just at her doll, one of the gift handkerchiefs and a small pair of embroidery scissors that had been on the table at the time of the attack. Her prince had put one of the dressing gowns on her during the escape and now she had to find one of the secret exits of the palace in order to be able to.

She could only feel utter relief when she noticed Ser Halland calling out her name and leading her and her prince into one of the knight's passages to an outer part of the castle.

And just as they barely noticed the light of the campfires outside… someone tugged at her prince.

Marmalade didn't think much of it. She knew it wasn't Halland, for he was finding her and she was pulling Lucerys to secure a method of escape. It had to be the one-eyed prince; he had already found them.

The shouts in Valyrian were not understandable, but the tugging and her poor attempts to pull her prince away from her furious husband were no help. Halland was far back in the hallway after being kicked in an attempt to separate them (at which point Aemond had charged Lucerys and was only being held back by her trying to hit and trip him).

She was alone and her prince could not free himself no matter how hard he scratched and kicked. In a moment of weakness, or exhaustion considering the uphill battle it was to keep her master and herself in order, she noticed how Prince Aemond had loosened his grip a little.

She did not understand what he was saying to her prince, but she knew it was no good considering the look of disgust and hatred on his face and the increasingly victorious attempts to flee from the pressure. At the same time, he noticed how the knight was getting himself together again and was going for both of them.

And that's when she saw her chance.

So, without even thinking about it, and just as she had promised her Queen and Princess at the time… she simply made sure her prince was happy.

She did not hesitate, nor did she think about the consequences, but simply took the embroidery scissors from her pocket and stabbed him in Prince Aemond's leg.

He growl, like a injured animal and hit her head on the rock wall.

That's the last thing she heard. His Prince being carried away by Ser. Halland.

He, her prince, was shouting her name, traying to force Ser Halland to come back to her, but was imposible. Prince Aemond was standing up again, and she just repeat her attack. Everytime that was need it to give them time to scape

Just to end in the same situation every single time.

But, when the prince Aemond standed up again after her ultimate attack, Ser. Halland and his prince were not to be found. But that didn't seem to matter to the one-eyed prince, as he unhesitatingly stormed out of the secret corridor; leaving her alone and with her suspiciously wet head alone in the corridor.

Marmalade was cold, her head ached badly and was wetting more and more wet (even if there were not water in that place at all!), but now she was no longer alone in the street, naked and hungry. Now she knew she was dressed, beside her doll and making sure her prince was safe with Ser Halland.

So out of pain and exhaustion, she only closed her eyes in the hope of remembering the names of the streets of the city, the names of the candy and doll sellers; she knew that without those names she would not be able to meet her prince and Ser Halland again.

So she murmured them in her head, hoping that when she awoke, she would be able to see them and go to a new place of safety.

(So much for that, I don't know what else to put in it, if you can think of a hopeful ending for Marmalade,the fisherman, Lucerys and Ser. Halland you are invited to give them a good ending.)

Unrequited Lucemond where jace and aemond are having an affair behind Luke’s back (maybe they had always had a thing going on but somehow a marriage between Lucemond happens and Luke is so happy because he’s been pining for a while)

After some years of his marriage bed remaining cold and dozens of failed seduction tactics Luke finds out about the affair. The whole situation blows up during court or a big ball where everyone stands witness. Its so bad that not even Aegon cracks a joke.

Luke’s heartbreak turns to rage, leading him to fake his death soon after. Now everyone is looking at Jace and Aemond like 👁️👄👁️

[jacegond]

very unserious topic but also i am asking very seriously. why do we think omegaverse is so popular in hotd fanfiction but virtually nonexistent in asoiaf fanfiction. for reference, out of the 24,508 house of the dragon fanfictions currently on ao3, 1,728 of them are omegaverse, amounting to approximately 7%. that might not seem like a lot, percentage wise, but compare that to asoiaf/got fanfics, which total 76,094, of which only 504 are omegaverse, just over 0.6%. what gives? btw i do have a job im just on annual leave just FYI