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madame-fear · 5 months

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*ೃ༄ 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐙𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐎𝐒 .ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks! : dedicated to my sweet @lady-ashfade. Happy Birthday, my most dear love! I hope your day is filled with people that love you as much as we all love you in here. I wish you health, safety, joy, and tons of success in your life !! I adore you, you are one of my fave people in here, and you deserve all the best. Enjoy this, sweetie! 🩷 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : your husband, Lord Lucerys Velaryon, gets a bit too possesively jealous when another Lord flirts with you by making silly jokes and remarks, and you giggle along. But, your Lord Husband will teach you how to behave — and who you truly belong to. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 2.8k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : smut, dom/sub (maybe, I think?). ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Jealous!Lord!Lucerys x Wife!Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; possesive behaviour, Dom!Lucerys, spanking, slight profanity, fingering, cunnilingus (oral sex, female receiving), slight praising.

Jealousy was a fiery thrill when it came to your husband, Lord Lucerys Velaryon.

For him, it’s a juxtaposition between aggressive possesiveness, and arousal. It was knowing that, as much as he craved to turn into ashes the person provoking jealousy on him with a simple dragonfire, he would simultaneously get to have you under his mercy — prove who you belong to.

There was nothing that caused more jealousy on him, than seeing someone having the audacity to flirt with you. Not even his older brother Jacaerys was spared with Luke’s possesiveness, when Jace sweetly offered his hand to you for a dance one day, during a dinner feast.

Of course, Jacaerys was doing nothing but merely trying to be the gentleman he had always been with you, plus a good brother-in-law and friend you could trust in. Yet, Lucerys, despite being delighted at the sight of you being happy and bonding with his family, couldn’t help but feel that overwhelming burning jealousy over his older brother. And, as expected, the (then) young Velaryon prince fucked your brains out afterwards.

Despite having the need of being dominantly feral over you in a possesive manner — he managed to treat you softly, proving that he could be even far more delicate and loving than his brother; pampering you with soft kisses, neck bites, and fucked you in a way that made you crave for more of his gentle touch.

But, his gentleness over your body faded away at the sight of another man that wasn’t part of his family having the audacity to flirt with you right in front of his face. Especially, the audacity of another Lord that had tried to flirt with you during a feast Luke hosted in Driftmark, shortly after being officially named Lord and Lady of the Tides, right in front of his face.

The way giggles spurred from your lips so sweetly at the most stupid remarks the other Lord did, with a honey-like sound, inevitably made the young Velaryon boy clench his jaw discreetly with ire. You were so endearingly delicate, like the petal of a flower, and the most polite woman — needless to say, you were charmingly precious. How could the other Lords not try and flirt with you?

Which, of course, the second the Lord had gotten far too close to your body, Lucerys had to intervene by abruptly showing up by your side, pressing a quick smooch to your lips, and possesively wrap an arm around your waist while giving the other Lord a death glare. It was his way to establish his dominance in a public space, in front of other men.

And in private? This type of jealousy wouldn’t so easily fade away from him by merely gluing your body to his own in front of the other Lord. You had to be taught your lesson, of not trying to get along with other Lords so easily. And Lucerys would teach you how to behave.

The sound of soft, yet firm fleshy sounds echoed through the walls of your private quarters, along your own hushed gasps. Laying on Lucerys’ lap, your hands gripped on the silky sheets, digging your nails deep into the texture as you bit your lower lip. His hand continously kept smacking your sensitive ass that already had a shade of red forming on your skin with each slap.

“You can only belong to me.” another gasp spurred deep from your throat, making you grip yourself tighter on the sheets, feeling the bittersweet stinging pain in your ass as Lucerys kept smacking it; increasing the pressure as he kept going. “I’m the only one who can pamper you with my love. The only one that knows exactly how to fuck you.”

Every smack he did with the palm of his hand against your rear, also hit against your achingly needy, wet cunt. Occasionally, his fingertips brushed against your folds on purpose, for the fun of seeing you squirm. “And if I need to, I could spend all night long spanking your pretty little reddened ass, until you learn how to behave, and who you belong to.”

The way he spanked you was dreadfully delicious, enjoying the stinging pain leisurely appearing around your — already reddish — skin, and your stimulated pussy. “M-My Lord,” you whispered faintly, gasping with each smack, feeling your nipples harden in arousal under your nightgown. “I-I can only be yours, and no one else’s. I promise I will behave.”

Noticing the way your cunt was already stimulated, along your ass being reddened and the sound of quiet pleasured whimpers escaping from your beauteous lips, caused a grin to tug at the corner of his rosy lips. You were such a good girl when it came to being put in your place and behaving, as well as a fast learner that obeyed to every one of his orders. “Repeat that for your Lord, dōna riña.”

Another spank surprised you, making you whince as you clenched your jaw, feeling the sore skin on your ass stinging from the repeated hand motions, and the sounds increased the more firmer his hand became against your stimulated skin. “I-I am only yours, my Lord– Fuck!” his smile grew wider as in the middle of your stuttered words, he smacked your ass louder, and harder this time; enjoying how you were both wet from arousal, yet, Luke knew his spanking was rough at times and the pain was sore on your flesh.

“I... I only belong to my Lord of Driftmark, Lucerys Velaryon, and I will behave for him.” you managed to mumble out, trying to catch your breath. The tight grip you held on the sheets loosened, feeling your hands tremble weakly. His proud grin remained at your submission, as the same hand that was used to spank you groped your ass tenderly, making your breath hitch.

Not only his touch was warm, but as well it was firmly possesive over you; using his thumb to trace shapes on your sore flesh gently, squeezing your ass in a teasing manner. And in a ravenous manner for your cunt, his fingers moved upwards to brush against your pussy, enjoying the feeling of your moist folds being rubbed against his digits.

Gods, you were so pretty when you held back your moans and whimpers from pleasure. It was undeniable that Lucerys was the only one that knew how to be so rough, yet so gentle. And he could be rougher, if he wanted to.

“Good girl. So obedient for your Lord and husband.” he praised, looking down at you with his green hazel eyes. While doing so, his fingernails scraped your skin merely to admire the goosebumps you had when he touched you that way. “You deserve to be rewarded for learning who you belong to, issa perzītsos.” as you still remained laying on his lap, quivering under his touch, his hand continued to explore your skin, only to then slightly lower the skirt of your dress.

“Sit.” Luke ordered, in a firm whisper. Eagerly and obediently for your husband, you did as he had commanded to you. The marks and bruises left from the previous spanking, along the reddened sore flesh stung the moment you stood up, and the moment you sat at the edge of the bed. But of course, you weren’t complaining; you had great pleasure when your husband disciplined you just like that, and became feral from jealousy.

With trembling legs, you sat on the edge of the bed, with both of your hands at your sides. Quietly, you observed how your husband stand from where he had been sitting — and spanking you —, and place himself in front of you, only to immediatly lower himself on his knees. “Let me show you just how much I adore you.” at his words, your breath hitched, feeling your chest rising and falling constantly. Both his hands went to your legs, spreading them apart carefully, and you unconsciously helped him to do so by spreading them yourself as well. The sexual tension between the two of you lingering on the atmosphere made your pussy glisten with aroused moist, aching to feel his cock, or tongue, or fingers inside of you.

Softly, his lips were pressed against your knee. With tender smooches, keeping his lips lingering on your skin for several seconds before continuing, he moved upwards towards your inner thigh. Each kiss made a shiver run down your back, gripping the sheets tighter as your gaze was fixed on the way he so sweetly moved to kiss your inner thigh. Every passing second made you feel wetter in between your legs, with slick dripping from your cunt excitedly to feel him.

Having reached your inner thigh, his lips focused on placing several smooches on that overly sensitive zone of your skin, and occasionally nibbling on it as to leave a bitemark. Teasingly, as he focused on moving dreadfully slow towards your pussy with his lips, his fingertips began grasping against your wet folds, making you release a soft gasp from your partly open lips. “Fuck.” you breathed out, fluttering your eyes shut as you panted softly. The feeling of your wetness being enough to coat his fingertips as they stroked you gently made him proudly grin at his own work, moving his hand so his fingers would apply pressure on your clit. “So wet for me, already?” Lucerys teased, looking up at you with his green eyes before finally focusing on your aching sex.

“W-Why are you surprised, Lord Husband?” you retorted back in a stutter, slowly opening your eyes to stare at him, and in response, he scoffed in a playful manner. The seconds felt dreadful until the young Lord decided that it was time to give you your very much needed reward, but when he did, your eyes closed again and a groan escaped deeply from your groan. His hot breathing hit against your wetness, feeling his lips become glossy with your slick as they focused on pressing tender kisses on your folds. Not one inch of your genitalia was safe from his kisses, and his tongue that occasionally appeared between those pecks to tease you further.

You tasted just like sweet honey, and he couldn’t get enough of savouring you. By the time his tongue was already vehemently passing through your wet cunt, selfishly drinking from your moistness, his fingers began teasing your entrance. The sound of your growls and the feeling of your wetness increasing to the point it dripped down onto the sheets made his cock throb with need. He so badly wanted to roll you on your stomach, and fiercely fuck you from behind like you deserved to be fucked - but he preferred to patiently wait, and reward you with little treats and some pampering.

“You taste so, so sweetly, issa dōna riña.” Lucerys whispered, between his soft nibbling on your wet folds before moving to take care of your sensitive clit. His fingers immediatly entered your tight, hot pussy — making you lean your hips forwards to encourage Lucerys to move his fingers deeper. “L-Luke,” you moaned in between quiet pants, feeling your body nearly melt the moment his lips nibbled on your sensitive nub. “And you take me so well. What a beautifully obedient girl you are.”

Vehemently, his fingers began deeply moving in, and then out in a continous manner. His lips focused on your clitoris, nibbling, sucking, and kissing it desperately to increase the delightful sound of your moans. Whenever he groaned against your sex, and he increased his finger fucking, you could feel a knot forming inside your stomach. A fiery heat tightened on your chest, sliding your hand down onto the back of his head, intertwining your fingers in between dark strands of his hair, pushing him deeper. “P-Please, don’t stop.” you begged in between ragged moans and pants, in a rather desperate manner.

“I don’t intend to. I plan on drinking from your sweet tasting pussy tonight, my love.” Luke murmured, pulling apart briefly, with his lips glossy from your own lubrication before going back to his deeds. His mouth hungrily ate your throbbing cunt, trying to catch the strong flush of wetness continously oozing from you as his fingers moved faster and deeper inside of you, trying to stimulate you further.

The knot on your stomach became tighter, as well as the heat overwhelming your chest. Throwing your head back with your eyes shut, pulling him deeper in between your legs as he kept stimulating you, your moans intensified. Their sound became slightly high-pitched the closer you felt to cumming in his fingers and mouth, with some whimpers mixed in your moans. “L-Lucerys!” his name kept escaping mindlessly from your lips, not managing to form a proper sentence. “I-I think I’m about to cum.”

It seemed that your words were all that he needed to hear, besides your continous whimpers of pleasures and the way his name rolled from your mouth so endearingly. “Cum, then, my sweet.” he encouraged, with his own breath sharpened by the intensity of his arousal. One of his hand took hold of your leg, digging his nails deep into your skin, while his other hand moved his two fingers more intensely inside of you, making almost a fleshy sound.

Slowing down on the motion with his fingers, he managed for his thumb to stroke your clit and apply pressure on it. “Cum for your Lord Husband.” his tongue moved around your entrance, teasing it further as he delighted himself with the sweet taste of your cum. At his words, your shaking hand desperately caressed his messy brunette hair, pulling slightly strands of his curly hair as you could feel yourself reaching your climax.

In between hot, moaned pants, his name continously spurred from your lips as your eyes closed, throwing your head slightly back in pleasure. From your partly opened lips, all types of sounds escaped from them faintly, progressively becoming louder the closer you were to orgasming, and cumming into his mouth. The young Velaryon Lord seemed pleased with the noises he was making you do, growling pleased against your sensitive pussy as he desperately ate you out the wetter you became.

The knot that had formed on your stomach abruptly broke out, coming out as a pleasant flush of wet, slick cum against his lips, and his tongue wasted no time in taking all of the sweet taste of yourself that you offered to him — pussydrunk from your cum as if his life depended on it.

The way you yelled his name had intensified in sound, which satisfied him because, surely, it could be heard from outside your private chambers. Several satisfied growls escaped from him, enjoying the way your hand gripped his hair. His hot breath continously hitting against your wet folds as he devoured you, making you squirm under him. It felt as if a wave of relief washed over you the moment you felt all the built-up tension be released, and him being delighted by it.

Violently, your legs trembled as soon as you had finished cumming into his mouth. The feeling of your own lubrication oozing down from you, moistening your inner thighs and the sheets below, made you softly shiver. Your hands weakly gripped the sheet, digging your nails as Lucerys continued to caress gently your wet folds with his tongue and fingers for a few more seconds shortly after you had orgasmed, just to tease you further and observe the way you so beautifully squirmed delicately under his touch.

“I don’t think I could possibly grow tired of tasting you, my love.” before pulling away, moving his cum-coated fingers out of your pussy, he placed a kiss on your overstimulated nub; which made you shiver. His hazel green eyes stared at you as he scraped his nails on your leg, across your skin.

“You taste so good, I could spend hours like this... Seeing you squirm so beautifully, cumming on my tongue.” a little grin formed at the corner of his lips, rising slightly as he had been kneeling in between your legs, just to caress your skin under your chin. Noticing the crimson tint creepin on your cheeks, the young Velaryon Lord placed his glossy lips against you tenderly, allowing you to feel your own taste.

The kiss deepened heavily, as if he were devouring, and savouring your taste. As Luke pulled away, his lips lingered on your own, grasping gently against each other while his panting breath delicately hit your skin. “You are mine, and no one else’s.” his voice whispered quietly, as his fingertips continued tracing shapes on your inner thigh in a slow manner, while his rosy lips littered your chin, cheeks, tip of your nose, and lips with several loving pecks.

If this is what you would get for merely giggling at the remarks of another flirting Lord, you were going to make sure to get Lucerys as jealous as possible more often — it was as if Luke was encouraging to keep going, and you would.

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axelsagewrites · 10 months

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How They React to Your Period

Includes: Aemond, Aegon, Jace, Cregan, Luke

Word count: 1073

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Aemond

Aemond had no time for anyone’s short comings, emotions, or excuses as he saw them however when it came to you, he would bend over backwards to make you comfortable especially during your bloods. despite it being a perfectly normal thing for women to deal with Aemond would send for the maesters each month to make sure you had enough herbs and medicines to avoid any pain.

when he felt the maesters were not taking your pain seriously enough not only would he threaten them, but he would send out words to track down the best female healer in Kingslanding and have her personally tend to you and your ailments. he could sometimes be too clinical about your bloods and would be caught off guard by your tears or anger as he could barely regulate his own emotions let alone his own, but he always tried.

when the female healer told him sex was something that could help alleviate your monthly pains, he was apprehensive at first however he never expected it to be something that almost turned him on. unlike some other men he did not run away from your touch during your blood but instead found it as an exciting change and the pain relief for you just made it all the better.

Aegon

Aegon was not sure why his betrothed would almost avoid him once a month for days before acting like nothing had happened. At first, he got quite concerned, wondering if you were growing bored of him as the few times, he saw you during this time you would be quite tired or short with him at points. after a few months he became used to your routine but could never quite understand.

he noticed he could coax you out your chambers with the promise of cakes and sweet wines. he would offer to take you riding with sunfyre to almost lift your spirits and when you did take him up on the offer, he noticed how protective he was of you. it wasn’t until the week after your wedding when he woke in a panic at the blood-stained sheets did, he learn why once a month you had been avoiding him.

Aegon was horrified at the idea of the red flower blooming, declaring the gods were twisted for making you bleed with no reward. he became extremely sympathetic, showering you with sweets and cakes during your time of the month and would excuse himself from his duties early to curl up in bed with you. he was also very upset his mother had never prepared him for this and apologised for thinking you were being dramatic or distant.

Jace

Jace had been taught all there was to know about a woman’s bloods. his mother had insisted when he went through his own change, he learn what his future wife would have to endure. this made Jace a very welcome presence during your monthly visits. it was something you were extremely thankful Rhaenyra had taught him.

when your time came, he was always prepared and would send for a bath to be drawn each day so you could feel your best. if it came unexpectedly, he would have spare sheets stashed under your bed so he could quickly change them without you needing to wait for a servant to come in the middle of the night. he would also make sure to speak with the kitchen the week before to ensure they were stocked on your favourites.

Jace secretly enjoyed this time since you would often turn to him for comfort in the form of cuddles and napping on his chest, a sight he loved to see. he would draw the curtains and leave only the fire flickering while he pulled you under the furs, wrapping his arms around you tightly and showing you with kind words.

Cregan

Cregan gets a bit caught off guard when you discuss your blood with him. while you are both used to being open and at time blunt, he is used to men and the men in Winterfell simply do not discuss this issue. the man most would consider something to fear would soon become squeamish when you had to explain to him what it was you endured.

he did his best not to show his confusion and always tried to comfort you through it. he was apprehensive at first of you doing things during your bloods. he would offer to let you skip out on any duties and lay in bed, but you had to inform him that most women don’t get a break despite their bloods, and he struggled to understand how woman could work while they had their bloods.

Cregan would eventually learn how to help you and anything you asked him for he would retrieve. he surprised you one late evening by guiding you out to the godswood in the biting cold and leading you to a hot spring that often went unnoticed by anyone who did not grow up in the castle. as it turns out the hot springs in Winterfell are one of the best solvers of the flower’s discomforts.

Luke

Luke is just confused. he doesn’t understand why his betrothed keeps crying until he gives her his lemon tart out of concern. he doesn’t understand why the thought of an untamed dragon would make you tear up in fear it would become lonely. he doesn’t understand why you became extra touchy and clingy only to push him away a moment later.

when he asked his elder brother about your behaviour, he was promptly whisked to his mothers’ chambers to learn all there was to know about the red flower. and he was horrified. Luke came up to you after learning about it, pale faced and sweaty, to ask how it was you coped with bleeding for so long.

after a few jokes at his expense and him genuinely trying to learn he soon learned not to take your attitude during this time to heart. instead, Luke began to send small gifts to your chambers during this time. a rose, a heart shaped rock, a necklace, cakes, bread made into your house sigil. he had no clue what he was doing but he would always try his best to help, and gods help anyone who made a joke about a woman’s blood in front of him since he would turn feral as he defended you.

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kateac12 · 4 months

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How the HotD guys would ask you out

Jace

-Jace has the whole situation planned to a T. He did not spend several hours in his rooms practicing how he'd ask you out. When you two are talking alone, he gifts you a single red rose. But despite his hours of practice, his voice still trembles when asking "(y/n), would you like to go out with me?"

Luke

-This poor boy would be a blubbering mess. He'll spend hours obsessing over his clothes and hair. He knows beauty comes from the inside, but he's been overshadowed by his older brother and uncles all his life. He just wants you to like him. But when it's time to ask you out, all he can muster is "(y/n), would you like...would you like to take me out on a date?"

Aemond

-Aemond is the type of guy to pretend not to notice you. He doesn't mean to, but he's insecure himself (a missing eye and a lifetime of bullying will do that to you). But when he gets you alone, he'll recite a romantic poem that he composed, which compliments your beauty and character. When he's finished, he asks "would you like to ride Vhagar with me?"

Aegon

-You can tell this boy is into you from a mile away. Whenever you walk into a room, he stares at you like a deer in headlights. He's not shy to compliment your appearance (but when he's drunk, he can be vulgar about his attraction to you). He'll just come right up to you and kiss you in front of people. That's his way of communicating to you that you're his.

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erinnkenobi · 2 years

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𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 | Pevensie's blood

Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

– words: nevermind.

— 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝. may contain( I really dunno) mature language and might some violence. If you're a minor, DON'T READ.

— summary. your house has been forgotten in the darkness for too much time and that's enough, as your parents doesn't has a male heir, although they don't really care about this anymore. Nonetheless. both em wishes you to marry well, besides knowing well how Westeros is within it's kingdom's is a cruel world to be a woman, your mom wishes the best for ye, a young and clever maiden. Your mom seeks for a betrothal marriage, the revelation of your presence leaves everyone with an astonished look, whose people thought that the Pevensie bloodline was gone, though what really put them with a triggered face is that you, you got for yourself a dragon, making you been seen as a threat as well someone meant to be respected in such a young age.

However in Westeros, you are now not only a damsel in distress but also a pawn for this sick game of thrones, therefore you catches everyones attention with ye cleverness and sassy tongue.

details. your mom is the only Pevensie, except by you, that remains alive, she was betrothed to a Stark Lord, your father, the house Stark has kept this secret for themselves all way long. Cregan Stark does respect your family and house, they'd be there to aid you whenever it's needed, plus house Pevensie by its own have a bunch of soldiers, people that swore loyalty to ye family. — Emrys is bigger than Balerion, yeah, I know.

Note's: English is not my mother tongue, however I hope you folks might be able to enjoy, then be easy on me and if there's any mistake I would be glad with feedbacks.

♥︎ – if you liked. (+ Reblog – if you liked)

The cold weather created a tough path that you ye mom and retinue had to face so could make at King's Landing, the weather wasn't the only problem, it was an worse situation, time before you sat foot in the targaryen land's, your family and servants passed through the northmen, paying them tributes and giving lord Cregan Stark some gifts from your homeland twas distant from those lands, however your mom and you needed to keep on track.

You were apprehensive, thinking that appearing out of nowhere without any warning and just showing up at King's Landing was madness, that your mom went mad and also your father whose agreed with, you have just nineteen years old..

"Well... I know I have to marry, but so suddenly? Who would be mad to marry a crazy maiden who's rides a bloody enormous dragon, and not even having a targaryen or velaryon blood or valyrian culture! They might think that I had stolen them or suppose that this is a sick prank"– you mentally talk with yeself.

Oh, who knows? Sometimes you have intrusive thoughts and anxiety issues, causing you being agitated, your thoughts just ease when a low feral hums behind you, making you feel on ye skin a warmth breeze, its breath as if was wooden sticks recently burnt, Emrys.

Emrys, his snout pokes your back softly interrupting your thoughts; it was his way of showing that he cares about you, so when you become unquiet, anxious or stressed, he knows. Then he'd try to help, even if he wasn't subtle he'd try anyway help you, since the day that you both connected (or the day you claimed him and won his reliance after helping heal his front paw, you could've die in that day, however he didn't did anything to you).

– I know, I know, Am I doing this again, ain't I?-you crossed your arms hugging yourself. — It's just...It's just this overwhelming and uneasy feelings.-you turn to face the huge dragon, poor boy had to turn his head to one side, so he could see all of you with one of its eyes.– What am I suppose to do when we arrive in King's Landing? What if the dragon in there attack us and what about the first impression, you know, the first impression it is what matters.

[Emrys huffs uninterested, he knows due to his size, he'd eat all of them if they tried to hurt his precious rider]

You breath in and out, calming down.

– I have you.- emrys tilts his head, he doesn't exactly knows what you meant, but he feels and tries his best at interpreting you.- I guess with you, dad and mum, I don't need to freak out, just be spontaneous yeey.-you try to cheer youself up and Emrys.– We will soon leave Winterfell, o geez, here is like living inside an ice cube, what a place! Lucky I which have an amazing dragon, in which just standing near is warmful.- you caress his scales, but stopped when you hear two well known voice. –Lykirī.

Sybilla Pevensie and Ivar Stark, Cregan Stark middle brother, a year younger, then well, you're half Stark, but carries the House Pevensie family coat of arms, the reason was simple, you were the "only" child, no. You're an older sister, your mom and dad two years ago had your younger sister, but that's not what we're talking about. You're the one that needs a husband, you're old and your parents desperately wants you married, well your mom, she cares about the future of House Pevensie, the blood, the precious Pevensie's blood, why? Once your mother said that your blood is somehow magic and she wouldn't accept it's extinction.

– Are you freezing my dear child? -your father smiles to you and wow, seeing him using traditional Stark clothes you knew; he was in home, comfortable with it's kin. You wave your head hurrying in ye dad arms, hugging him.– My little cub, these clothes ain't enough? Should I demand the serves put on more clothes in?

– Oh no dad, it will pass.- you hope so.– Eventually, I guess I am not prepared to this weather as I thought I would be.

–It's my fault, I should've bring our family more often here, your uncle said this as well, he almost couldn't recognise you and got surprised when I showed your sister.

– And where is the lovely brat?

– (y/n), don't call her by this name, couldn't just say baby?

You rolls ye eyes, Emrys just enjoyed the time for a nap while you were talking.

– She is with her uncle and auntie, and I dare to say, Cregan is not happy that you with your mom will go to King's Landing just to find a betrothal marriage, he'd confirmed for sure, that he could find a fine men here in the North and...-your father is trying the same, he didn't want you to marry someone else, well he is your father, it's understandable his denial. Your mom cuts him off.

– I said that you wanted to choose by yourself, if it didn't work well in King's Landing, we'd come back here and just giving a spoiler so we could leave this freezing realm, I will go with you to King's Landing with some servants and soldiers, your father and sister will stay here.

– What?Why mom?!-oh no, why dad won't go?

Ivat tried to say something, but ur mom replied quickly.

– Because my young maiden, he have to solve some business with his brothers and it's brethren, me and you can't waste time, ok? The path to King's Landing might take days or hours, we got nothing to lose.

Mom's right, what if the Prince in King's Landing is already married and I lose my opportunity to share my thoughts and doubts about dragons that they've could answer.

– Then... Is this a goodbye papa?-you stare at your dad who waves positively his head, you hug him again, tightly.– I'll miss you, can I see my little brat?-you look at your mom and dad, your mom denies with a soft smile, your dad huffs moody. – OK, that's good, if she sees me and cry I know I'll come back right after her, postpone our mission.

– Yes, we can't wait anymore, each seconds counts.-Ivar look at her with a grumpy mood, he doesn't like being apart of her.– I know, I'll be careful and our girl will be safe, Emrys is by her side and you promised me to look after our baby, Odette.

– I assure you my dearest woman, if something bad happens with our baby, it won't be me who would kill, Cregan and his wife already loves her, she's with them at this moment.

– Oh, it seems my baby melted their heart.-she kisses your father.– We will be back right away.– methapor. Favoravel

...

The minutes has passed, you were in barouche with mom, before we left, Cregan and his people wishes you a farewell: – Farewell, my dear (y/n) and Sybil, before you go, a wee reminder, remarking if someone out there mess with you, both of you are Starks!

'Yeah, uncle Cregan would aid our house whenever it's needed, but everytime he refers us as Stark, he misses his brother, I guess he didn't overcome the fact that my dad uses Pevensie as his surname and not Stark.'

– Of course! If someone tries anything bad, for sure I'll use the surname as my advantage, soon we will come back! -your mom waves from inside, you do the same but sending kisses in the air.

[TIME BREAK]

It was a long travel indeed, you were bored, you wanted to go with your dragon flying around in his backwards, but the weather was awful and you could probably hurt yourself, why? You didn't have a saddlery so it was pretty rough fly on his dorse, thencenforth you usually use proper gloves, shoes and even clothes, sometimes it was painful but you got familiar with it, Emrys dorse in a special part didn't have any thorns/horns, your perfect spot.

– Is he following us from above, innit?

– Yes, since we left Winterfell... –you tried to see him out of the windon.– Mom do you think bringing him out of nowhere won't scare the other dragons? They might become nervous and attack us.-Sybil sees reflexive for a moment.

– We will see, let's hope that nothing bad will happen.

This doesn't help you anxiety, what if they'd attack? A lot of intrusive thoughts runs through your mind thinking the worse, one leg start trembling, hitting softly the barouche floor. Your mom swift touches you length.

– Whatever will be, Will be, my dear daughter, mommy will be there for you, besides we also can count with our men, we are not heading to a dangerous path without being prepared, just... A reminder, we don't need tell about our magic's blood, right?

You shake your head in affirmative.

– Well mom, at least we stopped at some point and took a great shower, we will appear tidy, that's a relief.-you babble looking out of the window until you sees amidst the foggy clouds a spot stirring. - Smart dragon.-you sheepishly whisper with joy.

Before you make a surprise entrance, your mom demands to stop the barouche, she would go inside first (which you disapproved) and you? You would go with Emrys, on his back and wait for a special signal.

– Are you certain of that mom?

– Yes, I'll handle them, just because your father is not around, it doesn't mean that due me being a woman they will do anything, at first sight they will complain but when I show this pendant.-she pointed at the necklance she's using, it was made out of pure valyrian steel based silver, it's older than even Aegon The Conqueror existence, and is well preserved, a signal of loyalty and intimacy, soon it will be yours. ‐ the king mayharps know what it means, hope it is not too late so the truth of the song of ice and fire been told and avoid bloodshed.

The pendant was made of valyrian steel, purr silver, carrying on a figure of a Pegasus, the symbol that represents your House, a gift from the House Targaryen to House Pevensie due to their intimacy (with no marriage, just reliably), a symbol from a long past friendship, when Valyria lived.

– If you sure, I'll just do my part.

– Good, your part of all of this is to be a good calm girl, go with Emrys now, he waited his friend rider for too long throughout this travel.

You give her a big smile hugging your mom.

– Thank you, go ahead, I will be right behind you, I mean... Right above you.-you chuckle kissing her cheeks, before you get out of the cabin she holds you and kisses your forehead.

– My young lady, just don't mess your beautiful braided hair.

You laughed getting out of there.

– I will see with Emrys, see you soon and take care of yourself, my marvelous mom, because we might play the ugliest game, if not avoided.

– Go.

...

At the gates of King's Landing your mom faced a little trouble with the guards, but gladly it was solved with no fanfare. A knight had to accompany them but before Sybilla were able to enter, the Knight had to talk foremost with Ser Harrold, for permission, Harrold, a lord commander of the kingsguarding so he could let her come in.

Ser Harrold doubted the knight and even threatened accusing him of lying at such critical conditions right after the petitions of Driftmark , the knight then said "If you doubt of my loyalty and my disposition in favor of your Grace, the King, see for yourself her carriage my lord, her knights said she could ease our King pain, I rather die right now over lying, I saw it will my full eyes, the symbol on ghe flags around the carriage." what a bold man.

– Show me where she is. If this is a treat or fantasy it will be considered an act of treason, if she lies and kill herself the King, all of them must die.- the knight said nothing more and just guided the way.

Before Harrold could reach his way near the barouche, Pevensie's knight put himself in front of it.

– My Grace wishes quickly for an audience, she knows somehow how this moment is cruel to your King's realm, yet as her sworn knight Lod Commander, she pledged for urgency and her desires is at her orders to take, she wants to talk directly with your King, she might explain everything, Ser Harrold Westerling.

How could they know his name if the true Pevensie were all dead, weren't their lands and Highlands ruined a year before the Valyria doom?

Harrold tried to contest, but the knight said the same thing, tough he changed the sentence in last minute: "– We are here in peace and with gifts, my grace can't loses her patience nor time, if she lost it, her temper might affect all us." After that Harrold understood and quickly ran by the other knight side back to the Palace room, a few minutes ago he was able to hear a muffled roar, he thought it was the dragons from around in the dragonspit, but his consciousness says otherwise.

At the Red Keep room where everybody were gathering, Ser Harrold entered in a rush with a grumpy face. He leans his head to whisper something into the king ears which won Princess Rhaenyra, queen Alicent and the rest of the Velaryons and Targaryens attention, not metioning the handmaidens and witnesses.

Viserys first of his name looks shocked as if he could faint at the knight words which Rhaenys tries unriddle, whatever makes the her cousin looks like that is when something really bad happened or something else that might be seen in his sight wondrous, but what was it? She cannot decipher.

– Let her come in, treat her as a guest.-Viserys says to Harrold who waves positively and get himself out of the room, Alicent was desperately by his healthy as well Rhaenyra who also tried to say and bring the maesters.

– What was that dad?-Haelena question softly.

Alicent changed stares between Rhaenyra and her husband waiting also for an answer, Lord Hand is stranged.

– A wondrous visitor, my child.

Lucerys change glances with his older brother as if them could mentally talk; "Do you know something about this?" – "I don't, it seems neither mom nor Daemon knows about it, even the one‐eyed is curious."- Indeed, Aemond didn't get his sight our of the huge doors.

It was when a big entrance with fours knights entered the room, two carrying Spears entirely made of a well known steel by Daemon and the other two with sheated swords made of the same material. Viserys is trying his best so he could see what is a head of him, is this a dream? The armors of Sybilla knights carries a Pegasus on their backs and a symbol of the same animal on the center.

– A friend that comes for help, apologise for being late, there she comes, A Queen sent by the old Gods that now is out of her homeland, far from Essos, far from their Highlands there she comes to see our King, Sybilla of House Pevensie.

The lads couldn't stopped themselves from staring the knights with their weapons and now after the declaration, there she's.

Wearing a long black dress with red in honor of the colours of the house Targaryen, Rhaenyra stared your mom dumbfounded, Jacaerys and Lucerys couldn't stand their feet anymore, what is all of this?

King Viserys were speechless by it, he didn't even seen bothered by her got herself called Queen inside his Castle. Then Sybilla walked forward, followed by her guards and a man carrying a medium box in hands.

Sybilla bows kneeling before the King, and waited for his voice.

– Rise...Sybilla of House...Pevensie.

She obeyed the man, everyone at the background were muttering:– As you wish, your Grace.

– You...Are really what they've said?-his breathing is worse than ever.

– Yes, your Grace, I am a Pevensie, an only heir, yet I know that wasn't invited and We might not be seen welcomed... To the party.-she looks down on the floor seeing fresh blood, where is a Targaryen there's trouble, cliché. – King Viserys, first of his name and King of the Iron Throne, I would like to speak freely as I don't wish to waste your time, neither the time of your family nor guests.

– Continue...-he says weakly.

– Most of you all must been doubting of the veracity of my House name and if I am a real Pevensie, extinguished more than thousands of years ago, so to proof what is the truth.- she puts her necklance out and holds so everybody could see the round steel based silver jewellery, in a side was a symbol of a Pegasus, on the other the symbol of the Targaryen House, the Dragon with it's three heads.- Your Grace, shall I continue before it could be late?

Otto Hightower changes glaces over Alicent who seems lost, Lucerys were amazed by the jewelry.

– Please.. This opportunity is... A great delight.

– My house, indeed was destroyed and our first homeland also condemned by the doom, but the real doom was our ignorance and secretiveness, we used to known great things that we didn't shared with ours brethren, yet the time when we tried to share, the spirit of envy ruined it all almost provoking our last bloodshed, glad the gods were merciful and here I stand at full length and your grace.-she approaches her body to the throne but stopped.– I would like to share with you and your personal maester a medicine that could skin over your open wounds and give you furthermore month's or years living and...-Alicent bold enough to cut your mom speech asks.

– Viserys, do you believe what is she saying? Is it safe for you?-she pledge touching him.

Before your mom could continue Rhaenyra step in.

– Lady Sybilla, could you assure it, do you have any proofs?- "mom..."-Jace touches his mother's hand.- Just in case, you know?

Aegon in the same time he was bored he also finds interesting.

– Of course, princess Rhaenyra and... Consort Queen Alicent.-she tilts her head maneuvering for one of her servants near the doors using a cloak, not showing his identity until now, the man lowered it's hood revealing a deformation not only his appearance but also half of his whole arm, some fingers missing, but miraculously all of his body is now healed.

– My good Queen saved my life, your Grace.-the old bald man bows.– She saved my life so I could stay alive with my family and also, her realm most of all pregnancies succeed, blessed is their house name, she traveled all this way so she could help you, she thought she'd be welcomed.

Viserys couldn't bear what his ears were listening, with Daemon helps with Alicent by his side, all eyes following Viserys just during to stare at Sybilla.

– How much is for... This impossible miracle?-he asks our of breathe.

Sybilla smiles, Ser Otto thought all of this was false, nonsense, yet for now he's believing, someone new is coming to the game.

– At this matter, I would likely speak only by your family presence or if you'd like to go now and apply what I brought to you...-he replies quickly.

-Everybody out!- the guests leaves one by one grudgingly, the gossip would spread sooner or later.

Minutes of a dreadful silence.

– Please, Lady.. I mean, your Gra...

– Lady is fine, your Grace, I'm a foreigner in Westeros, you're the King.-she continues.– I beg you your grace for simple things, two of 'em, first... I'd like to restore our houses friendship, not only with the Targaryens but also with the Velaryon.-Sybilla looks at Rhaenys who is more than ever interested and Rhaela.– And offer you aid, I know about the conflict on Stepstones and the issue with Driftmark inheritor plus the problems with the fleets and it's ships, your Grace, I have men willing to fight, the war and troubles might not be my problem... I have not only an army, but I've enough money, I have spice trades, extract, food, fabrics which I'd like to share if our intimacy were to be restored.

– How come?-Daemon step in.

– M'sorry?- Sybilla stares at Daemon whose can't believe.

– How come you're doing all this? Why you left your homeland, do you intend take something of the King, what do...-Rhaenyra touches Daemon arms, Viserys also shussing him.

Sybilla sighs in awe.

– Sorry for my impetulance, I must be right on the goal, I mean... Target.-she pauses.– My price and pride is more than anything that I said before, yet again I must remind that I've talked about men willing to die, an army, but for what? Why Am I doing this? Because of my precious daughter.

Viserys eyes softness, Alicent worried face is now way more than interested, she eager for what may come now out of the Queen" Sybilla's mouth.

– Are your daughter in danger?- Haelena blurted, shyness overcome her again.

Sybilla denies with a soft smile.

– Not anymore, again, I don't have only weapons that men can use, not only white weapon but also a fire one.

– What do you mean by "A fire one"?- Rhaenys question.

For the gods forsaken will them stop interrupting her? Viserys is almost dying(literally) by curiosity.

– We've got a Dragon.–silent fills the air.– My daughter five years ago, at her ten-four years old found one and she claimed it, how? I don't even know how because as far as I know House Pevensie never married neither Targaryen nor Velaryons, so this is why I'm here today, because she begged me for years she pledged me and my dear husband to come to Westeros.

– Are you married? With whom?

– A Stark, that now uses Pevensie as his surname.

– Don't tell me he is...-Otto whispers, Aemond looked at his grandsire:"what?"

– Rickon Stark middle son, a year younger than Cregan Stark.–Daemon suggests slightly amazed, but he won't tell, Rhaenyra was out of breath, Sybilla Pevensie, an angel that came out of nowhere bringing good news, she must act quickly.

Damn it, Rhaenyra thought, she already betrothed Jace and Lucerys to the Velaryons, but what if she... She doesn't even know if you hand is already taken, gods be good it would be a no. However she's not the only one thinking about a brethotal marriage, Alicent since Sybilla mentioned a daughter thought it too, Aemond was free and Otto thinks the same when both of them for a millisecond changed stares.

– Indeed he's my husband.-Sybilla continues.-Before any more question, my mother made the Stark promises an oath, creating their own son a false death so no one would suspect of a marriage with some one unknown, but this is not the time to the my fairtale.

– Do you... Have an egg?-Viserys asks, your mom's face turned dark for a moment, yet were followed by a bright smile.

– Only my daughter could answer your question, your Grace.

–Well, I'd like to see her then and...As you said and I would like you to continue, tell me more about why you want to aid us, please everyone, pay respect to our guest and don't interrupt any longer.

– Thank you, your Grace.-Sybilla bows.– I'm here today because my daughter asked for it, she's nineteen years old and rides a huge Dragon.

Jace and Aesmond thought the same:" As if wer possible, Vhagar and Caraxes are the ones".

–[...] I'm afraid she could fall and hurt herself again, she's stubborn I dare to say, but is brave enough to ride a dragon with no proper supplies, though now she wears proper gloves and shoes, she'd also would like to learn more valyrian, at our castle we used to have a septa whose taught her, unfortunately eventually she passed by old age, it has been over a year, but there's more.

Rhaenyra and Alicent all by ears now, not only them but count with Jacaerys and Aemond interest, Rhaenys read Rhaenyra face, she would need one of her boys, the eldest at least.

– Go head.-Viserys awaits.

– She doesn't know, not completely, she knows that one day she'll marry, it's her duty to go ahead with my bloodline, years has passed and now is kind an urgency for me, though I would've liked she chooses by love, then I'd propose a...

– Betrothal marriage?

Aegon muttered under his breath: " geez, she's fucked up." Viserys firstborn son looks at his brother face and sees where his eyes is on, staring with a challenging look at Jacaerys who chooses to ignore him.

Sybilla waves positively her head, she won't say anymore, she's fat fattedup.

Rhaenyra sharply look exchanged Alicent, but both of them know, who you will supposedly marry it's your choice.

– And where is your daughter?- Viserys didn't care about the Betrothal insinuation, he wishes to see the dragon and it's rider.

– She's not used to be la...- A guttural roar near the Red Castle is now heard, an animalistic sound and the Lord Commander shut his eye:" Gods be good, I was a misconception."

Lucerys and Haelena ran towards the windows so they could see what was that, not only them, Jace and Aemond ran as well.

Rhaenyra whispered something to Daemon, Daemon just waved his head slightly in agreement and holds his brother, the King that was excited.

– Before we go, your Grace, I'd like to treat you first, mayharps the Queen and the Ser Harrold, plus Prince Daemon could help?-Sybilla suggest.

– Please, Lady Sybilla... I'd like to see your daughter's Dragon first, but I now you're right, would you like to dine with us?

– It's a honor, your Grace, I accept.

– Her daughter is also invited.-Alicent proposes.

– Undoubtedly, my wife.

...

You finally found a place that Emrys could stay near the castle, you go down cautiously out of your dragon who also help you by lowering his size.

– Thanks ma boy.- you fix the dress that you were using, you're not smelling bad, but unfortunately the lowers part of your dress is not as in a good state as it was.– Mom is gonna kill me.- you stand in front of one emrys eyes.– Is my hair messy? Please be honest.

The Dragon huffs which makes you step backwards, it was a yes, when you touched the back of your head and felt all of your braids dismantled, in a hurry you try to fix, but the only way was letting your hair free with its natural beauty.

–Woah.

You turn to see the voice owner, oh shit, it's a bloody beautiful boy.

Emrys lifts his head towards the boy, but before he could do anything you touch his scales.

–No, Emrys, Lykirī.-you whisper.

When you blinked, you were surrounded by teenagers, close age you guessed, but not only them, adults were coming too. Emrys is now calm and just stares at everyone, seeing if any of them would harm you.

– Fucking hell, that woman wasn't mad when she said her daughter have a huge dragon and...-Aegon was interrupted.

–Four legs!? FOUR?-Lucerys is blank.

Should you say something or just let them talk without thinking twice? You don't mind, yourself was lost when you saw the brunette as well he was infatuated with you, and then another young handsome white haired come at sight.

"Here just have handsome boys? Oh goods... My intention is not that! Stop thinking dumb brain!"

– Hm... Hello?-you wave in the air you hand stepping in so everybody could see your figure.– Yes, his name is Emrys and yes, he has four legs.-you try to sound extroverted, but you're shy, shy at first sight.

– Sorry for our lack of manners, princess ...?-Jace tries to approach you, but Emrys whiffs as a warning, you put your hand on his snout.

– Emrys.- you look with difficult at him due his lengthy.– My name is, (Y/n) Pevensie, don't need to call me a princess since I'm not at home, and yours is...? -you says in a sing songy accent.

– Jacaerys Velaryon, but you can call me Jace.

Emrys whiffs in warning again.

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If Emrys could speak, he would just say: "mind your own businesses, brat".

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lilys-of-the-valley · 1 year

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Hi could you please do a lucerys x reader story and the reader is alicent and viserys youngest daughter. Thank you❤

Of course!! It is a cute little story in which Lucerys and the youngest daughter of Alicent and Viserys are in a secret relationship! 🩷

Your bare feet padded softly on the cold stone floor as you moved through the deserted halls of the Red Keep, your silk nightgown moved around your body as you skillfully weeved around pillars and candle holders, keeping a keen eye out for any lurking guards or watchmen that would surely send you back to your own bed chambers.

You grinned when the door you were looking for came into view. There was a guard walking at the end of the hall, so you crouched behind a pillar, keeping out of view. He marched off down the hall, and you bolted, quick feet slapping softly against the floor as you reached the large wooden door, your hands fumbled and grabbed at the handle, pulling it and letting yourself slink into the room, the wood groaning and creaking behind you as you shut it softly.

Flickering candle light helped your eyes to adjust to the dark room, but you didn't get enough time to fully map out your surroundings when a force hits your side. The wind is knocked from your lungs as Lucerys pretty much throws himself onto you, his arms wrap around your midsection, his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his soft lips leave soft kisses on your shoulder as you giggle.

You raise your hands to pet the boys soft brown curls, the silky hair wrapped around your fingers as they carded through the forest of brown atop his pretty head. His face was still hidden in your neck, his warm breath fanning across your skin and making you shiver slightly. His hands gripped and tugged lightly on your nightgown as his arms held you tightly around the midsection.

You smile and grin, hugging him back. "Luke! I missed you so much, I have not seen you all day"

He nods into your neck, placing one last kiss before raising his head to look into your eyes, he smiles and presses a soft kiss to your lips, his lips were soft and tasted mildly sweet, his scent overwhelmed you as he kissed you gently. When he pulls away, he says sweetly. "I have missed you too. Avy jorrāelan." (I love you)

You grin widely and nod in agreement, a silent gesture to show him that you feel the same, he slowly releases you from his grasp and guides you over to his bed, it was grand and fit for a Prince, covered in thick furs and heavy covers, you didn't need to be convinced to get into it.

He climbs into the bed quickly after you, laying beside you, his arms looping around your waist again as you both cuddle in the bed, your needy prince kissing your cheeks softly as you settle in his arms.

Once you are both settled and cosy, he grabs the book that you have both been reading, it was written in High Valyrian so when he read it aloud to you your heart fluttered at the way his voice sounded when speaking the words so fluently. It always put you to sleep quickly.

And that was how you fell asleep, wrapped in the arms of your beloved as he read your book aloud, his voice lulling you into a peaceful sleep, you would slip out unknown to any others in the Keep, and your mother would never have to know... until you outed it, of course.

#hotd x reader #house of the dragon #lucerys velaryon x reader #luke velaryon x reader #lucerys x reader

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jacevelaryonswife · 1 year

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A midnight kiss | Modern headcanons 「AU」

pairing: Aegon Targaryen | Aemond Targaryen | Jacaerys Velaryon and Lucerys Velaryon x Reader

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Aegon loves celebrations that allow him to drink until he's unconscious. Targaryen’s Christmas is a family tradition that he doesn't dare to miss, especially since he doesn't want his mother's complaint the next day, or the other days it takes for him to answer the call or listen to the 2 minute audio she sent him. New year is his moment. He could be at a big party with his friends or somewhere out in the open filled with people, drinks and fun. The midnight kiss is one of the few traditions that he strictly follows, usually he only needs to approach you with a sideways smile and a seductive look, but sometimes he is more daring and snakes his waist to lure you into the trap of the beautiful violet eyes he sports. He doesn't mind kissing someone unknow — after a few shots of vodka everyone is the same — as long as you smile consciously back it's game over, his lips are on yours in an intense, delicious kiss that knocks the breath out of your eyes. lungs. But if Aegon knows you, he'll let a goofy smile flicker across his handsome face before slowly approaching.

“Happy New Year, baby,” he whispers into your lips.

“Happy New Year, Aeg.”

Aemond is not opposed to family Christmas, even though he is not in the mood to fraternize with his parents he will not be absent from the gathering entirely. It's a tradition, a happy moment, even if he might leave the hall at some point in the evening. Already in the new year he can spend it with his family and bring you with him, or, go to some discreet social with people from his bubble. The midnight kiss is something he likes to do, but it wouldn't happen to a unknow, not on his part, he wouldn't sneak onto a stranger's lips on his own. But if you look at him seductively with a persuasive smile and show interest, it might just happen. If he has feelings for you it will be even easier. Aemond does not like an audience as long as he allows himself such intimacy, but he will not care what his family or the people around him will say, however, if he has the chance to be in a private place he will prefer it. Before kissing you, he will look at you intensely, face to face with you. You know what's about to happen when his hand rests on your cheek and a sweet kiss is shared between you.

“Happy New Year, Aem.”

“Happy New Year, dear.”

Jace loves spending the holidays with his family. His eyes fill up when he sees the house full during Christmas and New Year, it's so good and happy. Much like Aemond, Jace could take you to spend the new year with his family or at some point in the dawn sneak you out to some busy place. Initially he would be a little embarrassed to kiss you in front of his parents if you weren't already an established couple, but he can't get away from tradition and he can't get away from you, so he approaches you slowly but firmly, holding your hands tightly, a sweet look and a closed-lipped smile during the count. You get the message and smile eagerly. He cups your face with one hand and captures your lips at exactly midnight, trying to ignore the emotional sounds his family makes upon seeing the scene. It's nothing over the top or cinematic, maybe it's a little plain, but he's firm and soft throughout the kiss. He smiles cheerfully and leans his forehead against yours.

“Happy New Year, Jace.”

"Happy New Year Love."

Luke is a sweet pup. He spends every holiday with his family and it wouldn't be any different on New Year. He's Rhaenyra's baby and that’s why she can't hide her smile when he considers the possibility of taking a friend to celebrate the arrival of another year with his parents. He doesn't need to tell you how he feels when his big eyes get shy and nervous around you. But there is one barrier, a big and horrible one, that prevents him from kissing you at midnight: his family. Never, ever, under any circumstances would Luke kiss you in front of his parents, that's why the midnight kiss doesn't happen exactly at midnight (only if he sneaks in a place away from the presence of the others). He would invite you outside for a "watch the fun". He would be super nervous, like, nervous as hell and would smile sheepishly at you before taking your hand. He presses his lips to yours briefly at first, before pulling back to watch your reaction. Seeing the sweet smile you flash, Luke feels more confident and kisses you with his hands still in yours.

“Happy new year, Luke.”

“H-happy new year.”

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dearsnow · 1 year

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SALT FARE, NORTH SEA

- when a dragon falls from the sky, decimating your ship and bringing a strange boy along for the ride, you begin to question if the some of the targaryens are really as bad as they seem. (aged up!lucerys velaryon x fem!reader, angst to fluff, ur burning hatred is quenched by time spent on the sea 🤞) MAJOR SPOILERS FOR HOUSE OF THE DRAGON! au where vhagar doesn’t kill luke, arrax just gets absolutely mauled and falls out of the sky. aged up luke because I didn’t realize he was that young when i started writing 💀. ⚠️ TW for death, suicidal thoughts, and trauma.

word count: 4,213 (jesus christ)

a/n - ohhhh my god guys i’m back!!!! this was certainly a labor of love. i don’t know if I’ll start writing consistently again, but i really hope i do. i love you guys so much and thank you for the continued support even when i’m on hiatus! also i’m sorry if luke is ooc because i choose to believe he’s quietly funny and a little bit of a menace 😭

As the waves batter the sides of your ship, you don’t feel seasick. You feel the spray, see the occasional silvery fish zip by under the water. The sun beats down on your exposed neck and the motion swirls your mind, but you are sick for an entirely different reason.

Betrothal. God, you hate how that word sits on your tongue like a hot piece of meat. You are to be sent off to the their of family, married into their lineage and forced to bear their children until your womb shrivels like a sun-dried date. Of all of your options, the Targaryens are certainly the worst.

Aemond, in particular. You’ve heard stories of his cold demeanor, how he could kill you with a look. With his hands, too. He is quite the skilled swordsman, not that you would ever wish to witness it. He is the one you are set to marry.

Oh, the misery. The horror. You can feel bile rising in your throat whenever someone mentions him or his mother, great Queen Alicent.

You figure, though, at least it isn’t his brother.

You come from a noble family. It was bound to happen anyways. Trade your Martell name for some haughty lord’s and become his sow for the rest of your life. Your short, miserable life. In some ways, you are a bit grateful. You will never want for food and you know you’ll bring great honor to your family by marrying into the Targaryens.

You just wish you could marry for another reason, not just forging alliances and heating up old, cold ones. You could have a happy life with the person of your choosing. You could sell fish on the shores of the sea and pick flowers in a field.

You play with this notion in your head before you hear a mighty crash and the sound of splintering wood.

The screams come mere seconds later. They pierce the air as snapping bones and rending flesh ring out. You stumble back, nearly falling off the edge of the ship. Large chunks of meat have started raining from the sky, crushing everything in their path.

You feel your heart beat so fast it nearly leaps out of your chest as you scramble for friction. Fuck, what the hell?

With the meat there comes blood, great amounts of it. It trips the sailors up, sending them careening over the wooden edges and into the sea.

You narrowly miss the giant dragon wing that splits the boat in two. The entire thing has started sinking, and your blood runs cold.

The ship is tilted from the massive gash in the center. Water is mixing with blood, and your dress is soaked to the bone. You can’t help but think that the finest silks Dorne can offer will drag you to the bottom of the depths.

As you clamber to the top of the ship’s bow as another fast-moving figure falls into the water. You don’t notice it in the moment.

A shove comes from behind, pushing you to the side. Your back aches where you were struck.

“M’lady, m'lady! The lifeboat, you must take the boat. Go, go! Right now, m'lady.”

It’s Finhard, the deck swabber. He has two missing fingers, a lame knee, and a million stories. He swabbed the deck of The Sandstorm from port to port, collecting any and all information he could along the way. You loved talking to him so much it made the trip almost worth it. He always helped you sneak food to the cat stowing away on board. The cat you’re sure is now dead.

“What about you?” You question, voice loud but shaky. You can’t just leave him here.

“I’m a dead man, m’lady. I don’t matter.”

“But you do!” You insist, tugging on his arm. The screams are still ringing like alarms, and your limbs feel locked and like jelly at the same time.

“No, no. I might sink it. Girl’s damaged already. Please go, girlie. Jus’ remember me when you eat your next fish, alright?”

A pit pools in your stomach as you whip around to look at the small lifeboat. He’s right. The boat wouldn’t be able to hold you and a grown man, at least not one of Finhard’s size.

“Get on. I’ll push ya off, and you better have a damn good time with that prince of yours.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you watch your trusted confidant steel his gaze.

“I’m sorry, Finhard. I’m so so sorry,” You sob, clutching his rough palms. “I promise I’ll think of you always.”

“Thas’ all I ask for.” His voice is rough and uncut, hardened yet soft, like a feather made of chainmail. He picks you up like a sack of potatoes and places you in the rickety boat with the gentleness of a father setting down his newborn. He gives you one final kiss on the forehead before untying the boat and shoving it into the roiling water.

Small hairs cling to your forehead as the ship lights up in a blaze sure to be seen from the shore. Your face is so wet with tears you feel as though the ocean is the product of them.

You sob into your hands as the people who took care of you on your journey sink, their bawls leaving a scar in your memory.

It’s not even ten minutes after the foremast begins to sink that you see a dark shape bobbing along in the water next to you. You stifle a gasp, thinking it must surely be a shark or a dead man. The water around it was red and heavy.

When it floats closer to you, you see for the first time that it’s a boy. A boy who must be around your age, maybe sixteen or seventeen. His wrist gives a little twitch, and you resolve that you must rescue him.

He wasn’t on your ship unless he was stowing away in the barrels, as teenagers often do. No matter his situation, you grab his soaked shirt and give a hard tug.

The effort almost tips your boat, nearly sending you spiraling into the water. You give a little huff. The waterlogged boy is definitely heavier than you expected.

You try again, managing to get his arm hooked around the side of the boat. From there, it’s just a game of strength- you pull him up, using his clothing as a sort of lever to shimmy him out of the water. You roll him over, the water streaming off of him re-splattering your already wet clothes with water and fresh blood. The boat dips a little with his weight, but it does not sink. You praise the Seven under your breath. He has a cut on the side of his head, one that requires medical care far past the simple fixes you’ve learned.

You try to dress it anyways. Ripping a long strip of cloth from the bottom of your underskirt, you wrap it up and pray he doesn’t lose much more blood.

You can still hear the creaking of The Sandstorm, though any humans were sucked under long ago. It makes a melancholy sound, blending with the waves and the seabirds and the rain that has started pattering down. A lump forms in your throat as you gaze at the wreckage. Hot water slides down your face as you sit in your little lifeboat, waiting for death that will most certainly come for your throat.

It’s about two hours of lonely drifting before the boy wakes up. He opens his eyes slowly, then they widen as he gives a gurgling shout.

“Augh!” You stifle a giggle, though your voice is still wobbly from sobs.

He notices you and sits up, bewildered. As he takes in his surroundings, you sit and watch.

“Who are you? Where am I? Where is Arrax?”

“I am nobody now, and we are in the middle of the ocean,” You gesture to the water surrounding every inch of your sight. “And I don’t know who Arrax is.” He sure has a lot of questions, though you can’t fault him for it.

“Arrax, my dragon. I… I think he’s…” He doesn’t finish his sentence.

You stare at him in shock.

“Your dragon? The dragon that fell out of the sky in twenty pieces?” You question, voice heated. “The one that just killed a crew of fifty-two men?”

He’s silent for a moment. “So he’s dead?”

“Of course he’s dead, you imbecile! Did you not hear what I just said? He killed them. All of them. I’m the only survivor.”

“I’m sorry.” He mutters. He brings his knees to his chest and hugs them. “It was never my fault. It was him that killed Arrax, so it is him that killed your crew.”

“Who is him?”

“That bastard of a prince, Aemond. He and his dragon, Vhagar, chased us across the skies and attacked us in the air.”

Your hands tighten into fists as your throat constricts like you swallowed a spiny rock. You regret ever saving the boy, and you regret not slitting your throat when you heard of your betrothal to the murderer. Everything you’ve heard about Aemond is true. Your rage boils into hatred, and you swear that if you ever see him you will die and take him with you.

“So that must mean you’re a Targaryen too?” You say, trying to keep your voice level. It’s a skill you had to learn as a noble lady, but the hate building in your chest is almost too violent to quiet.

“Lucerys Velaryon, my lady.” He eyes you, taking note of your expensive yet ruined dress. He must know you’re not a commoner either.

You know the Targaryens are the only ones with proper access to a dragon, but you should have known that only someone descended from one could cause such absolute and utter destruction. It’s not Lucerys’s fault, you tell yourself. Don’t put the blame on him. Put on a smile and become your best even-tempered and kind self. But gods, the way you want to wring his neck for an event he seemingly had no control over.

“Why did he do it?” You ask. The tears from earlier start creating a pressure behind your eyes again.

“Because I took his eye.” Lucerys’s voice is weak, but it has the strum of nobility that you know like a well-oiled harp. “He wanted revenge, an eye for an eye. So I ran. He found me in the sky and bit my dragon in half. I never meant to kill anybody.” So they’re all the same, the princes. Hardened and cruel and psychopaths. “Did you save me?”

“I suppose I did.” You want so badly to say ‘but I shouldn’t have’, but you hold your tongue.

“That is a debt I can never repay. Thank you. I’m truly sorry.” You shake your head. It’s not his fault, you repeat. You still cannot find it in yourself to forgive him. “What’s your name?”

You think for a brief moment. It wouldn’t hurt, you think, to tell him your name. That way when you both die, at least the man you’re stuck with will know the name of the woman that hated his family the most out of anyone in the world.

You speak your name, including your Martell family name, and he looks at you, eyes widened so much you think they will pop out of his skull.

“Aemond’s betrothed?” You are marrying into the greens, and Lucerys feels as though he should hate you for it. Unluckily for his honor, he cannot despise the girl who pulled him from the sea.

“Yes, what sorry luck.” You spit. “I would rather drown than go through with it.” You think of the promise you made to Finhard. “No, I would put poison in his chalice and watch him drink it.”

He laughs a bit, his voice ringing out against the repetitive sound of waves. “And I will buy the poison.” You allow yourself to smile. You hate it, but you smile.

You’ve always been the weirder daughter, yet the one that tries to talk with the lords and ladies and puts on a shining performance. That’s where the smile comes from, from all the times you’ve had to put your pearly whites on display. The morals have gone to shit, but the reflex is still burned into your person.

“You needn’t call me ‘my lord’. We’re even here, out on the sea.” He says. You can feel that’s not the only reason. A spark of guilt shimmers in the corners of his eyes. “Just call me Luke.”

“And you may call me by my name, Luke.” He’s right. There are no titles, only salt water and spray.

You watch the moon in the sky as it shines its beams down on your face. It sees everything. Every deal in secret, every promise you’ve ever made. It’s a gentle reminder that every person sees the same thing every night. You and Luke sit in silence, staring up at it. You wonder if your mother sees it too, from her ship. Can Finhard and the other sailors see it, from their watery graves? Can they forgive you for not saving them? For saving the life of a boy, whose mass is just under the weight limit of the boat? You glance over at him.

He’s staring at you, at how the soft rays of the moon highlight the curves and edges of your face. He feels a pit in his stomach, one that is not from hunger. It’s a gnawing feeling, guilt. He hates that he had to trade his life for fifty sailors. He thinks he would rather be at the bottom of the sea than see more tear tracks on your face. Another feeling eats at him, though he’s not sure what it is. It makes his insides churn and scrambles his mind.

He averts his eyes and looks at the stars once more.

You spend another two days floating in the water. You’re both sunburned and salt dried, and his skin is red and peeling. The conversation between the both of you had been dry up until today.

“May I have the flask?” He asks. You hand it over. For two whole days, all you have had to eat and drink is two flasks of water, a packet of dried fish, and some bread that has gone mushy from the water slowly seeping into your boat. You have to bail it out every hour or so.

“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” Luke questions, his voice rough. “Is anyone coming for us?”

You sigh. “I don’t know. I would like to think there are boats out searching, but truly, they must expect us to be dead. Besides that, we have drifted so far away from the shipwreck that we might not be found even if they were searching.” He shakes his head, hair stiff from the salty spray.

“I would like to keep hope alive.”

“You are the only one.” You hear a small laugh from next to you.

“You know, I could not ask for a better person to be stranded with.” He screws the cap back onto his flask carefully.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you certainly know how to ration supplies. And your optimism is inspiring.” A giggle bubbles up from beneath your buried feelings.

“Is that sarcasm, my dear lord?”

He smiles. You can’t help but notice that his smile is contagious, the kind that reaches his eyes. The kind you found yourself dreaming about, and the kind you are certain your betrothed never wears.

“Only if you make it out to be.” He pauses. “So, what was your life like in Dorne?”

Your eyes narrow. Small talk? It brings you back to your past. Talking to potential suitors and bearing their questions as they try to judge if you’re worth their money. It’s almost nice, the reminder. Before the wreck, you had been happy. Cheerful, even. You were nothing like you are now, hardened and weak and so close to putting sand in your pockets and drowning you can taste the seawater.

“Why do you ask?”

“I figured it would be nice to know you. To really know you.” His words bring an odd sense of comfort to you.

“It was much nicer than this. I had friends and family, that was the best part. I never wanted for much of anything. I suppose I felt out of place sometimes, and I felt lonely like nothing else, but it helped to know that I could always have a home with the people I loved.” He nods, and the waves push against the boat. The sun is setting, condemning you to another sleepless night. “What about you?”

“I love my home, my people, and my family. I never felt up to the task of being lord of Driftmark, though,” He confesses, “and sometimes I still feel like a fraud. Gods, I don’t know why I told you that.” He knows. There’s something about your eyes, something that makes him want to spill every secret he has ever had. He wants to tell you about the time he stole Aemond’s knife, causing Aemond to pick a fight with Aegon. Or when he heard an argument between his mother and stepfather, or when his older brother snuck a frog into the pocket of a handmaiden. Your eyes burn with stifled anger and buried hopes and love.

You look at him with an odd expression. “It’s alright. Might as well get everything out while you can.” You know the feeling of not being enough well. “I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully when we get out of here.” You find yourself comforting him for god knows what reason. You should be angry, full of hatred and buzzing bees, but you can only feel sympathy for the boy across from you.

“When we get out of here? Where was that optimism earlier?” He teases, making you smile.

“It was killed and brought back to life. I have decided that I’m not going to die.” His laugh rings out, showering you in a feeling that makes you shiver.

“That’s a good thing to decide. I swear it too, we are not going to die. Aemond will never kill our spirit nor our bodies.” He takes your hands, palms rough and calloused. It makes your heart pound in a way you never expected. “We will be alright.”

You nod, hope blooming in your heart. Suddenly, the world seems just a little bit brighter. That’s when you see it; the seagull flying overhead.

You gasp, pointing up to the sky. It lets out a sharp cry as it circles around, and soon Luke is looking at it too. You’re so relieved that tears well up in your eyes.

Land must be near. It has to be.

“Praise the gods.” He grins, dropping your hands to shield his eyes from the sun. “We will surely reach the shores soon.”

“I can only hope.” You whisper.

You spend another day on the water, your hopeful eyes searching for mountains or fields. All you can see is blue water, blue skies, and Lucerys Velaryon. You found that you’ve grown to like him, as fucked as your past self might have considered it. He actually treats you like a person.

He squints into the distance. “I still don’t see anything. Maybe… maybe the bird was a fluke. A gull straying too far from the shore.”

You hit his shoulder lightly. “Don’t think like that.”

“It seems we’ve switched roles,” He smiles, “you’re the positive one now.”

“We certainly have rubbed off on each other.” The corners of your mouth lift into a little grin. Truth be told, your own hope is starting to fade, but you will never let him know.

You’ve begun to notice things about the sea that you have never seen before. Schools of small fish darting below the surface, the pattern of the waves, even how chilly the water is. As the sun shines down, the water is peaceful. Maybe it’s a side effect of the trauma, or maybe it’s just you growing more comfortable with the idea of salt water. In any case, you suppose you need to look at its beauty to fan the dying flame of light burning inside you. It’s far easier to love than to keep hating.

“The day is quite beautiful, isn’t it?” You whisper.

“I suppose it is.” He says, but he’s not looking at the sky.

You are infatuating. The way the sun glints off your eyes enraptures him and keeps him in a state of lovely drunkenness. “Do you wish to marry my uncle?” There’s a hint of something more behind his voice. It’s almost desperate, and the thought makes you shiver.

You hesitate. “Not particularly. It would bring honor to my family, that I am sure of. So I will do it, but I will likely not enjoy it.”

“I understand that. I myself am betrothed to someone I can’t see myself loving.”

“The lady Rhaena Targaryen?” You know of her. The idea of him marrying the girl painted by the gods twists your heart in a way you can’t even comprehend.

He sighs. “Yes. It is my duty, but I cannot see her as anything but a sister. That’s all she’s been to me my entire life.”

“Duty is a wicked thing,” You muse, “pulling us away from opportunities to enrich our own lives.”

He nods. “If you could choose, is there anyone you would want to be married to?”

You think for a bit but eventually shake your head. “Do you have a special someone?”

“I am beginning to discover one.” He says. What does he mean by that?

When you look at him, staring far into the distance, you start to realize.

When the days grow dim, you huddle into each other for warmth. That’s why you fall asleep tonight, softened by his touch. Finally, you sleep for more than half an hour at a time. Luke’s arms are wrapped around you, as the lifeboat leaves little room for comfort, and the rock of the ship lulls you into a dream.

You wake to a jolt. You have no idea how long you’ve been asleep, but the moon is out and there is sand underneath your hull. Sand. Ground. You scramble to sit up, pulling Luke along with you. “Sand! Luke, it’s sand. We’ve made it! Gods be good, we have made it to land.” You grab at the wet grains, letting them clump and filter through your fingers. He lets out a loud cheer and pulls you in.

Out of nowhere, as you still have earth in your hands, he kisses you. His lips are rough and dry, but so are yours. He tastes like salt water and love.

When he finally pulls away, he is grinning like a lunatic. “We’ve made it, my lady. We survived.”

“What happened to our no titles agreement?” You tease, still flustered. Your cheeks are as hot as the surface of the sun.

“We’re on land now. The rules of society apply again, I’m afraid.” His whisper ghosts against your ear like he’s almost afraid to lose the closeness he gathered over the course of the last few days.

“Of course,” You say, pressing your lips to his cheek, “I would expect nothing different from such a high-ranking and strong man such as yourself.”

He places a hand where you kissed him. Your skin may be chapped, but that damned kiss was sweeter and softer than spun sugar.

“I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding, my lady.” A glint of humor dances in his eye.

He steps out of the boat and offers a hand to you. The ground wobbles under your feet and you almost fall, but he is there to steady you. “Wait, I know this beach!” He realizes as he gazes upon the scenery. “It’s the beach off Dragonstone. I’m… I’m home.”

“Really?” You feel hope bubbling through your body. “You know where we are?”

“I do. Dragonstone is there, above those cliffs. Come on, let’s go!” He tugs your arm just a bit too hard, sending you sprawling into the sand. You grab onto his sleeve and pull him down too, leaving you both in a fit of giggles.

You’re both weak and tired and sore, but your flames grow brighter every second you’re on solid land. “Race me!” He yells, taking off from the ground on shaky feet. You dart after him, all your earlier burdens seemingly gone.

You probably won’t catch him, but it’s okay. Right now, your future is ahead of you, your rage is behind, the land pounds beneath your feet, and the boy with brown hair is calling for you to join him.

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amidst the waves: part III

summary: born a lowborn, your family a group of fishermen that supply the market; one day, it wasn’t a fish caught but rather, a young man.

pairing: lucerys velaryon x fem!reader

notes: hi !! sorry for taking so long to update amidst the waves but here it is :3 this is the last part but other chapter/s may be posted depending on what i am motivated to write lol i hope u guys love it!!

part: I, II, III

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"Are you two mad?!" You spoke loudly, your father hissing at your tone.

You glared at the two of them in frustration, having been asked by your family to come with them to the market even though it's rare that the three of you go there. It's usually either one of you.

Now, they had taken you away from your hut, deep into the city, as they sat you down in a random alleyway with no one around, telling you the recent decision that they had made without informing you nor even telling you the slightest bit.

"We don't know who Luke actually is, Y/N. He is a stranger to us. We have to give him back."

"You placed a roof over his head, building him his own little tent, and you dare say he's a stranger? Why, because he's worth some gold?" You snapped back at your father.

The two of them sighed, rubbing their temples as they looked away, wary of any bystanders hearing your outburst given that the three of you are in the market.

They take a step closer, and you take a step back. Firmly glaring at them while having your arms crossed on your chest.

"Luke has stayed with us for more than three weeks already. He helps with fishing, with cooking, with everything! What else do you want from him-"

"To go back to where he came from, Y/N," your father cuts you off. "We know you've grown fond of him, Y/N, but he's not from here. He has a family looking for him, it's bad enough that we didn't inform our lord about a random boy washing up on the shore, what more if we hide him from them?"

You groaned. "What if those people aren't nice, that's why he ran away from them?"

"The ones that would take him are the men from the city watch. If we don't give him to them, what do you think they will do to us? We hardly even have anything to defend ourselves." They reasoned it out once more, and it left you silent. You knew that no matter how much you fought them, they'd still do as they pleased, with or without your approval.

And it was scarier, eventually waking up and seeing the tent beside your hut empty. Alaine and Arrel not having their sister's older friend help them sharpen wooden spears or you being left alone after supper's finished—it all frightened you.

You weren't entirely fond of the man from the sea, you just didn't want him away. You wanted him always by your side—his silly, curly hair, goofy smile, and kind attitude towards everyone. All of the things you didn't have.

Instead of fighting them further, you ignored them. Your mother and father looked at you worriedly when they saw you walk away from the alley. Your father tried to follow after you, only to be pulled back by your mother, who was subtly shaking her head as you slowly disappeared from their line of vision.

The busy crowd kept your mind at bay. You walked around the city for as long as you had desired, walking past various houses and markets, admiring the beauty of the simple pleasures around you, wondering how much more fun it would've been if Luke was with you.

You walk by some small merchants with small brooches on their makeshift boxes, ready to be bought by whoever had the means to, thinking of your friend back on the shore. You pull out a few coins from your pouch, picking out a brooch from the merchant as they express their gratitude.

When you pick one out, you put the coin on this laid out palm. You held the item close to your face, inspecting it closely as you stared at the way the bronze was crafted to illustrate a fish in a complete circle. You sighed briefly at this.

"Should he fancy accessories, I think this is the perfect one."

By the time you got back home, the waters were serenely silent, with only the sounds of the waves lightly crashing into the rocks.

You stared for a long moment at the closed hut, the doors and windows were shut, telling you that they'd already shut you out. There weren't even any lights coming from inside, only meaning that they're already past asleep, leaving you outside, in the sand, all alone.

Or, so you thought.

"They were looking for you," the awfully familiar voice spoke, approaching you carefully as he squinted, making sure it was you.

You turned sharply, looking at him with wide eyes, before your stare slowly softened and you turned back to the sea. Your shoulders relaxed a bit when you felt him stand beside you, also staring at the sea, though with a confused look on his face.

He glanced over at you, eyebrows furrowed after you ignored his statement. "They- they already closed the hut, your father said you ran away."

A scoff leaves your lips: "Were you worried?" You ask.

"Was I worried? Of course I was. No one was able to cook the fish until your parents showed up. Me and your siblings almost tried to start a fire ourselves," he replies, making you chuckle. Luke smiled a bit at that, finding the sound of your chuckles pleasant.

"No, but truly... I was really worried about you. I almost went to the market myself." Luke smiles at you, and you can see the evident worry in his eyes.

You shrugged in response, heaving a deep sigh.

"Why are you awake at this hour? It's deathly late." You spoke, changing the topic while fixing your skirt. You sat down on the sand, and Luke did the same, quickly sitting beside you.

He pulled up his knees to his chest, touching the sand softly as he replied. "Hmm, I, uhh..." You hummed, waiting for him as you watched the sea.

"I had... visions," you hear him take a deep breath. "Of my memories... couldn’t really sleep through it.”

You stiffen up at his reply, feeling as if your breath had been caught in your throat. You didn't even know yet if his memories were real or if they were just bits and bits of flashes.

"It's nothing much, really, it was- it's-" he started to stammer, your forehead creasing at his nervousness.

"Were they bad memories?" You asked, and he immediately shook his head no, quite defensive as he started to explain once more about his visions.

He toyed with the string of his thin shirt, picking up one of the shells beside him. "They were really... violent. I honestly don't remember much from this exact memory, but.. it was all chaotic. Me, a boy, and two other girls were fighting another boy. It was somewhere dark, somewhere rocky, I-I don't-"

You placed a hand over his knee, prompting him to stop before he even got to start rambling. The two of you stared at each other in silence, Luke's lips hanging open and his eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm sorry you had to relive those unpleasant memories, Luke." You pursed your lips, and Luke placed his hand on top of yours, placing it on top of yours warmly.

In silence, the two of you remained peaceful. Not a single word was spoken or uttered. But you felt something different; you felt something missing in this silent night. Slowly, you leaned your head to rest on his shoulder, making Luke tense only to relax a few seconds later.

"They weren't all bad memories, Y/N," Luke says.

He began to tell stories of his visions, what he saw, what he remembers, and what he knew about himself as of now. You hardly even knew that he got remnants of his memories when he slept. He never talked to you about it.

"I am the prince, Y/N. I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon. The missing son of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen." He says with such meaning that your jaw drops.

He actually remembered everything after the first week he stayed with you. From his childhood to his teenage years, the moment he got to say his first word in High Valyrian, his flights with his dragon, Arrax, his first fight with his older brother, his youngest brother being birthed, his mother's kisses on his cheeks,

his betrothal.

Your throat went dry at his mention. He seemed to be baffled as well when he told you that he was an engaged prince.

Of course, he would be. It was easier to believe than the fact that he is a prince. Luke's handsome; he's caring, respectful, smart, everything. Everyone could easily fall for a man like Luke.

It hurt you a bit, yes, but with everything, you can only be happy that he actually has someone waiting for him home. Someone that was probably devastated by his disappearance. And yet, you still dreaded seeing him not around.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Luke asks, his tone ever so caring, as it always has been. You hummed in response.

"I can't believe you're a prince. Prince Lucerys Velaryon... And you didn't even tell me," you changed the subject, closing your eyes while Luke looked at you weirdly, probably weirded out after you mentioned his real name.

"Don't I seem like a prince?"

"You try housing a man that your parents brought home almost dead, who allegedly rode a dragon before he fell into the ocean and now is allegedly a prince. What do you think?" Luke laughed at that, his body rumbling with laughter as you did, giggling softly at your statement.

He sighs at that. "Well, I apologize then. You and your family have done so much for me that I could not keep track anymore. I believe a mere 'thank you' would not be enough."

You pulled your head away from his shoulder, turning your body to face him. He was surprised by that, quickly moving his body to face you as well. The way he always tried to do things the same as you made you stifle a laugh.

Looking down, you sucked at your teeth for a moment, internally debating, before you reached for your pouch beside you.

He looks at you curiously, watching you twist to your right while searching for an unknown item. Soon enough, you present him with the brooch from earlier.

His eyes widen with faint astonishment, and his mouth hangs wide. He raised his eyebrow at you before glancing back at the brooch on your hand. You jerked your palm at him, urging him to take it, and he carefully does so.

Luke carefully inspected the round shape of the brooch, the sides of his lips raising a bit when he recognized the unique image it had been melded to.

"I wish to be with you, Luke. Not romantically, no, I- I'm yet to be ready, and also with your betroth-"

"I understand you, Y/N, and I... wish to be with you as well," he cuts you off with a whisper. "Always."

You gulped when you heard him say it. Your heart is starting to beat faster and faster with each passing second. Luke felt the same, his heart thumping, threatening to jump out of his chest.

"But there are greater things... than- than I care to consider. And for that, I must... I must head back. Be with them." His eyes flicker away in the other directions upon saying the last bit.

Confusion suddenly washed over you, Luke was not clear on what he was saying. Not until you pieced it all. "You- you're the one that asked them to give you back to the city watch?" You glare at him furiously, your tone full of accusation.

"Y/N," he starts, but you have already stood up. "Why didn't you tell me it first?" You roared, pointing at yourself.

Luke stands as well, putting his hands in front of himself in an attempt to calm you down. "Let me explain first, don't-"

"I fought with my mother and father because I did not want them to give you away to the city watch! I yelled at them because I did not want you to feel that we all wanted to get rid of you in the first place, because we didn't. I didn't!" You yelled at him.

Your conscience ate you up right after. The hurt look on his face breaks your heart more than him telling you he's already engaged.

You turned away from him, walking away, only to hear the sands swooshing around, following you. You breathed in heavily, calming yourself down before you let yourself speak anymore. Luke seemed to have figured that out, waiting for you to face him in silence.

With the scent of the sea breeze filling your nostrils, the wind whistling, you cleared your head. Turning back to face him with a blank look.

"I wish you well, Prince Lucerys. If it is your desire to be with your family, then may you travel safely to them."

"What?" Luke replies, now with a shocked tone. "Y/N, you don't have to talk so formally like that. Please, you don't have to call me Lucerys. I'm still Luke!"

"Your Luke." His voice now above a whisper.

He watched as your eye and lips twitched, your gaze hardening instead of softening. You picked at your fingers from behind you, tearing and pinching the skin off.

"It's late. I am sure the city watch will take you early morrow. Better get some sleep. Maybe it would help you remember more." You ignore him, clenching your jaw. You glared at him once more before walking away from him.

You don’t even know where you slept that night, nor did you even bother thinking if Luke followed you away from your home.

When the sun rose from the east, you knew you were done for that day. You knew that the next day, there would only be you, Alaine, and Arrel left. No more older brother for the two, no more fishing companion, no more playful banter during supper.

He had already departed, or so you watched him depart.

Luke gave each of your siblings a warm hug and kiss on the forehead, smiling tightly as both of their eyes brimmed with tears, not wanting to see the man they've grown to like leave.

When he arrived by your mother, she hugged him tightly, rocking him side by side with a proud smile on his face before he passed Luke on to your father. He laughs when he watches your father bend his knee in an awful try at a curtsy, Luke bringing him up to hug him instead.

You watched them exchange various replies while you waited from behind the cluster of horses and men waiting for the prince.

Luke eventually nodded at them, his eyes searching for you all around, hoping to at least apologize and bid you farewell once and for all. His face lights up when he sees the familiar stature of yours behind the men. The men moved out of his way with haste, curious to see who he had been looking at.

"Y/N," he breathes.

"My prince."

He tongues at his cheek before nodding. He takes a soft hold of your hand, bringing it to his lips as he presses a soft and respectful kiss on the back of your palm. You forced a smile on your face upon seeing the brooch you had given him on his now leather-clad chest.

"Thank you, Y/N, for everything. All of the things you taught me in my stay here are some of the things that I will always keep in my head; and in my heart, know that... you will always be in there." Luke says, and you finally break out of your forced face, launching forward to give him a hug.

You felt his arms wrap around you as well, caught off-guard by your hug while you breathed in his scent, he smelled of the sea now. "Your wife would be there, as well." You whispered before you pulled away, the people around were all looking at you two weirdly.

Luke smiled at you tenderly, tapping the brooch by his heart as if you had not yet seen it. You nod at him, inhaling sharply.

"Farewell, Luke."

"Farewell, my lady."

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aemondsbeloved · 1 year

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From The Tides

pairing: Lucerys Velaryon x reader (see notes)

summary: you’re only a fisherman’s daughter in a small village while he is the boy you found washed ashore who can’t remember his name, much less how he ended up there (2.3k)

notes: this will be an AU (no spoilers— you’ll see by the end of the fic), this is not a romantic pairing but all I can say is there will be one in the future 🤭

[Part 2]

"His clothes appear to be quite fine,” you remarked looking at the young boy who was still unmoving. “Could be someone important.”

“That's enough out of you,” your father rebuffed as he pulled the boy from the water with a great heave. “It’s a wonder he didn’t drown. And his clothes don’t matter now that they’re soaked to the bone. Now are you going to help me or not.”

You lifted the boy’s legs over the rowboat, helping your father placing him on some bags of hay. As your father joined you in the boat you worried your lip when he began to row.

“Mother won’t be happy,” you remarked as you looked at the boy with the fine clothes and dark hair. “We didn’t get enough fish for the week, which means we will be going out again. And that’s another mouth to feed.”

“You leave that to me.”

And you had. When you returned back to your family cottage, you had gone to your bedroom. You heard your mother give your father an earful on exactly what you told him she would. But just like the stray cat you had brought home a few years ago, you couldn’t be shocked when this boy would stay.

Your mother had tasked you with taking his wet clothes off of him. Now, he was dry in some old clothes your brother once wore and in your sister’s old bed.

That night you smelt the stew your mother cooked but the boy had not woken later that day. He did not wake for days. He was silent in your bed as he slept while you were in your sister’s old bed that had become empty ever since she married the farmer a village over.

Nearly a week later, he woke with a wheezing breath.

“It’s alright!” You attempted to sooth him, moving to his side, touching his shoulder. “You’re alright.”

He looked around the room, obviously confused. “Where am I?” He croaked.

“You’re in my room,” you deadpanned. “My father and I were fishing when we found you on the shore. You’re lucky, most drown in those waters.”

He frowned like he was trying to remember something but could not grasp it.

“What’s your name?”

He looked at you but couldn’t give an answer. “I could not say.”

“That’s alright,” you said with a smile even though it was not alright. “When you remember it, tell me, though.”

It was weeks later when your new friend’s memories seemed to be returning to him. He could vaguely remember a brother he told you he called him Luke.

That day on your way back from fishing you had grinned. “Luke! Now that’s a fine name, isn't it father?”

Your head had turned back to cast a glance at your father who agreed. “A nice name to be sure lad.”

Since he woke up you had taken the boy you found on the shore fishing with you and your father. One day you had told him the story of how your brother had died when the fever came to your village.

“Don’t you ever wonder what happened to your family?” You asked him curiously.

“Of course,” he told you and in times like these, you thought you might’ve known who he was. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I think you’re a lord.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Is not!”

“Yes, it is. Of course, I’m not a lord. I don’t even know how old I am.”

“Old enough to catch bigger fish than I can,” you told him. “And you got that way of speaking. Just like a lord.”

“I’m not a lord.”

“If you say so,” you shrugged. “Though if you are I’ll never let you forget it.”

He laughed like he knew that at least to be true.

Luke woke up to a nightmare oftentimes but they always came in fragments. Tonight was not such a night. As you shared a bedroom, you could sometimes hear his sleep ridden panic.

“It’s alright, Luke. Don’t worry, it’s only a dream,” you tried to assure and calm him.

He sat up fully. With a shocked expression, he turned to you. The moonlight made his face look even fairer than usual and a haunted look gleamed in his eyes.

“It was a dragon. I was being chased by a dragon. It was massive.”

“It’s just a dream like I said. Only those Targaryens have dragons and they don’t exactly chase people like us with them.”

A beat of silence passed and you only grew in worry.

“You always say I act like a lord.”

You frowned. “That does not matter now.”

“It does,” he said with finality as the truth washed over him. “I am a lord, or I will be.”

“You’re tired,” you said desperately. “It was a nightmare Luke that is all.”

“It’s more than that, Y/N. I’m a prince. I’m Lucerys Velaryon, son of the rightful Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and heir to Driftmark.”

Neither of you sleep a wink that night as he explained everything to you. How his grandsire, the King, had died and his uncle stole his mother’s throne. How he had been sent to Storm’s End to gain Lord Borros support only for his uncle, Prince Aemond, to demand Lucerys’ eye. When he refused, Aemond chased him on Vhagar. The dragon had tore Lucerys’ dragon in half, sending him falling to the sea.

He went into depth on his family. He loved his mother and brothers but his uncles hated him. Because Laenor Velaryon was not his true father he was called inferior, a bastard.

“I cannot believe you survived,” you told him quietly. “It is a miracle your memory came back to you at all.”

He nodded and met your eyes, a sheepish look on his face.

“I do not like these uncles of yours,” you jested, though you truly did not like them both. “The… what did you call it? Usurper and the one with the crazy dragon. They seem very unhinged.”

He laughed genuinely at that. The fact that you insulted the current King and a prince was not unnoticed.

“I can’t believe you’re a prince. I told father your clothes were very fine!”

“You are often right though I don’t always admit it.”

“More people should, it would make life so much easier.”

“I have to go back,” he said after a moment with remorse. “I could stay here forever but now that I know…”

His voice trailed off but you understood his meaning. His brothers and mother needed to know he lived. Not to mention the girl he was betrothed to waited for him.

“You have to return but you cannot go alone.”

He looked shocked. “You don’t have to—”

“I do. I cannot let you go alone.”

When the morning came you went to your father and told him everything. He didn’t object and only told you to be careful before he added, “You’re not going to let go of being right about the clothes, will you?”

You shot him a look that told him of course you would not let that go but you hugged him tight anyways. You and Luke borrowed two of your sister’s horses on her husbands farm and were off.

The journey was long but was uneventful which was a blessing. In a bag you had his old clothes as you feared the people that awaited you might not believe him.

Dragonstone was glorious and unlike anything you had seen. When you walked the bridge with Lucerys you felt out of place.

“State your purpose,” a man in silver armor said to you, not seeing Lucerys yet.

“I—” you faltered, turning around. “What does that even mean?”

He stepped forward. “I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon. I demand to see her Grace at once.”

Despite the common clothes he wore you gathered some recognition in the man’s eyes. “Follow me,” he ordered and despite hating being told what to do in such a way, you followed him.

“This is your home?” You whispered under your breath. The doors were enormous as two other men dressed like the first man opened them. “Why are they nodding at you?”

“It’s a sign of respect. I’m their prince.”

“Oh yes, very well then,” you mocked.

“Wait here,” the man said and left with haste.

“You are nervous?” Luke asked.

“This place is strange. That man is strange. I… don’t belong here with your family. I shouldn’t be staying so long.”

Before he could say anything the guard returned. “This way, my Prince. Her Grace will see you now and wants the girl to come too.”

You looked at Luke, annoyed at how that man talked about you like you weren’t there. Even in your village you had always been spoken to with respect but people here treated you like you were a pest. Either way, you followed Luke as he went into a room so large that it seemed a waste of space.

“Lucerys,” a woman with hair so silver it did not appear to be blonde and light purple eyes moved towards Luke. “I could not believe it when Ser Erryk told us of your arrival. We thought you were dead.”

You stood behind Luke and remained further back as he went to his mother who you had no doubt was a Targaryen.

The other person in the room, a tall man with hair and eyes so similar to the woman, eyed you.

Your mother had told you from a young age that staring was rude but you could not stop yourself as you squinted at him despite vaguely knowing who this man was.

“Who is this?” He asked your friend.

“This is Y/N. Her father pulled me out when I washed ashore. If it were not for her family I would be dead.”

He only nodded at you and you could not discern the meaning of it.

The woman pulled back from Lucerys and placed a hand on his shoulder as she looked at you for the first time. “You saved my son?”

You nodded.

“You will address the Queen,” the man from earlier with armor said behind you by the doors.

You whipped your head around at his audacity.

“It is fine, Ser Erryk. Leave us.”

And he did, much to your pleasure.

Looking back at her you said, “My father and I were fishing when we saw him floating ashore, your Grace.”

“He has been staying with you since you found him?” The man with the silver hair asked.

“Yes,” you said hesitantly. Their questions made no sense. “We help each other in my village. We couldn’t leave him there to die.”

“We would not accuse you of such a thing.”

The reassurance only relieved you a little.

“She helped me find my memories, mother,” Luke said in your defense even when it wasn’t needed. “Her family fed me even when they were short on food. I could remember what Aemond did at Storm’s End because of Y/N.”

The mention of his uncle had you scowling after what you learned he had done and surprising you, the man with the silver hair chuckled.

“The crown owes you a debt, Y/N,” she said to you. “Whatever you desire will be yours if you name it.”

You were puzzled. “My sister leant us two horses to get here, your Grace, but I can only travel with one. I would humbly ask you to give me enough coin so that my sister could purchase another.”

She looked perplexed at this. “This is all you desire?”

You nodded. She turned to the man and they shared a confused look like they didn’t understand you.

“She is not like the other people at court, mother,” Lucerys spoke up. “She didn’t save me because I was a prince. It is not her people's way. Unlike the lords of the kingdom that have sided with Aegon she only knows honor.”

The woman nodded, this time understanding. “Jace will want to see you as soon as we tell him. As will Rhaena,” she smiled. “The very least we can do is allow your friend to stay the night. Tomorrow she can ride back to her village but tonight she will be our honored guest.”

As you left with Luke, you had not curtseyed which even the Queen and King Consort ignored.

“Your family is strange,” you said as soon as the door closed. “My niece and nephew will never believe me, you know, when I tell them I met the Queen and saved her son.”

He smiled warmly. “We cannot all be fisherman’s daughters, Y/N.”

“A good thing,” you told him. “If we all were then there would be no fish to catch.”

“And no princes to save.”

“Very true.”

As you walked through the castle you were both certain of one thing— life was not going to be the same as soon as you would leave his company. Friendship in war tasted bittersweet.

Behind close doors the Queen and King Consort spoke to one another.

“It is time that we send a letter to Alicent Hightower,” Rhaenyra said as she turned to Daemon. “Let her know that either the usurper can step down and Prince Aemond can not lose his life for the attempted kinslaying of Lucerys or they will all die screaming.”

“I should have sent Blood and Cheese to the castle. A son of Aegon’s would already be dead.”

“It was too rash, I told you,” she retorted. “This is better. It has been over a month of silence. They are waiting for us to strike now that they think Lucerys dead.”

“And now that he lives?”

Rhaenyra smiled at him. “We will make them cleave and take what is mine.”

“Very good, your Grace.”

“We need her, though.”

“The fisherman’s daughter?” He asked, baffled.

“She is loyal, don’t you see? We need loyal friends to the crown and the new order I’m going to build.”

Daemon considered it. Realizing she was right he nodded. “She may help us win over small folk too. One look at her and it is clear she is common born. The sway she may hold to some would be in your favor.”

“So it’s settled. The throne will be mine.”

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Dead Girl Walking - Targaryen, Velaryon, Rivers x F!Reader Modern College AU

Warnings: Murder, dead dove possibly? non con kissing,

A/n: I made this in mind that Luke is 18 in this, there is nothing between him and reader ever he’s just there to move the plot along.

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“Come on Y/n, you'll have fun and get to make new friends!” Aegon asks a shy and timid Y/n. She's shifting back and forth on her feet.

“I-I don't know Aegon, I mean we barely know each other. Besides, I don't think you guys would really want me to hang around you.” she says while pulling her bag on her shoulder.

“Look, just come for 15 mins if you hate it i'll take you home myself and you can forget everything about me and the rest of the guys. Deal?” he asks with a smile that makes the girl thinks about it, reluctantly she decides to go with him to his car.

“Fine, just 15 mins then.”

“Perfect! Let's head to my car then.” he says while opening the classroom door.

*TIME SKIP*

“Guys I've brought a special guest with me to today's activities” Aegon says while walking up with a shy Y/n behind him. She eyes the guys, some of them she has in her classes while some she's seen around campus.

“Hi, I’m Y/n” she says while timidly waving to them.

“Well hello there, my name is Jace but you can just call me your boyfriend” Jace say coming up to her with a beer in hand. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Uh”

“Leave her alone cousin” a man much taller than Aegon came up to the girl next and began to drag Jace away. “My name is Aemond by the way”.

“Come on and meet the rest of our group, ” Aegon said, grabbing her hand hard.

“Hello, my name is Alys Rivers” said a girl Y/n thinks she’s seen around campus. She smiled back, her nerves calming down a bit. “We have biology together right?”

“Yes, I sit in the back next to the window,” she says, looking away.

“Here this will help you” Aegon says while holding out a beer for her.

“Thank you” she says while taking a sip of her drink, the liquid tasting bitter, she makes a face causing the two other boys to laugh a bit. She smiled again and took another, this time it went down easier. Soon the bottle is empty and she asks for another.

“Hi, i don't think i’ve introduced myself, my name is Helaena, i think we have dance class together?” a literal ball of sunshine sits next to her on her left side.

“Yeah! You are such a great dancer! The way you move is incredible!” She takes a big sip of beer. She looks up and sees a familiar face. The boy she's seen at the library late at night. She never thought she would see him here of all places, to her he seemed like someone who would pick studying over hanging out with friends. She thinks his name is Luke.

As time goes on, she gets drunker and more vulnerable.

“I’m going to be right back, I have to pee” she says as she gets up from sitting by the fire pit. She stumbles as she walks towards the woods making sure that she has privacy.

When she finishes she turns and sees Aegon, she's startled.

“Ah Aegon, what are you doing here”

“Well you were taking a long time so I came to check on you to make sure that you were ok.” he says with a gentle smile.

She smiles back.

“Alright well we should head back then”

“One question, do you like me Y/n?”

“Uh, what? What made you ask me that?” she said, stepping forward.

“Just answer the question.” he says

“Um, no, I hardly know any of you so I couldn't possibly say that I like you.” she says.

He presses his lips against her in a sloppy drunk kiss. She shoves him off.

“Aegon you're drunk! Fuck off!”

He doesn't like the feeling of rejection, he is the most popular guy at Westeros University after all and no one rejects him. Y/n begins to walk back toward the other group of guys when Aegon comes from behind her and strikes her in the back of the head. She falls to the ground lifeless. Seeing what he's done snaps him out of his drunken stupor, he runs back to his friends.

“You guys, I've done something horrible.” he says, sobbing into his hands.

“What did you do? Where's Y/n?” Aemond says getting up from his seat and running towards the way his brother had come from. Moments later he comes back with Y/n in his arms. He gently lays her down.

“What the fuck did you do Aegon!” Aemond says angrily.

“I-I kissed her and she pushed me away and I just picked up a rock and hit her.” he admits and the others look disgusted.

“Is she still breathing?” Helaena asks, looking in between her brothers and a girl she'd only met.

“Barely,” Aemond says, placing his ear near her mouth.

“Well, we have to do something. Luke, do you still have those ropes in your car and Jace do you still have the cinder block from when you worked at your fathers construction site?” Alys asks both boys who knod in response.

“What the hell are you going on Alya!” Aemond says looking panicked.

“She's as good as dead anyway, that head wound is serious. Besides, it's either she lives and tells the cops what Aegon did or we protect your brother.” She says while Luke and Jace come back with the supplies.

Jace goes over to Y/n and begins tying the cinder blocks around her ankles.

“Come on, we just drop her body in the lake and no one will find her because you yourself said she's a loner and has no one, not even a family. That is the reason you brought her here tonight.” Alys says while she and Helaena pick up Y/n’s body and carry it to a nearby bridge.

Just as they are about to drop her Y/n wakes up.

“What are you doing? Why am i tied up.” she says looking around and seeing she's in Alys and Heleama’s arms. “If this is about Aegon I promise not to tell anyone. Please don't do this to me!'' She turns to look at Aegon and Aemond for help but they look down in shame. Her face drops and tears begin to fall from her eyes. “Fuck you, Aegon Targaryen,” is the last thing to come from her mouth when shes dropped into the water.

“No one speaks of this ever. We all take this to our graves.” Aemond says while walking away.

*TIME SKIP 1 Year Later*

One year has passed since the incident as the group called it. Aegon still has nightmares about that night. The others are all dealing with it in their own ways. However, the fact that they killed an innocent girl eats at them a little each day.

Today is the first day of spring semester and they are in the back corner talking amongst themselves when a girl rushes into the classroom just as the bell rings.

“Welcome students to the first day of the spring semester.” The teacher says in the front of the class, “Before we begin, I would like to ask our new transfer student to introduce herself.”

The girl who rushed in at the last minute stands up and when she faces the class the group in the back lose all color in their faces.

“Good morning all, my name is Y/n and i am happy to be here. Thank you.” she says and returns to her seat.

The teacher began the lesson and the girl in front turns her head to face the 6 friends and smiles gently at them.

A few moments pass and Y/n gets up from her seat and walks toward the back where the pencil sharpener is but drops a note in front of the group before she does.

“You know when you're drowning you don't actually inhale until right before you black out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you wont open your mouth until you feel like your head’s exploding. You're all going to pay for what you did to me” - Y/n

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*ೃ༄ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍 .ೃ࿐

˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : with the joyous birth of your baby boy, soon comes mourning. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 746.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : angst. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Lord!Lucerys Velaryon x Wife!Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; mentions of blood loss during birth, reader’s death.

A healthy baby boy was given to young Lord of Driftmark. The realm prayed for a male heir to safely come to life. And while prideful joy was vibrantly felt across the entire castle the moment his child was placed in his arms, along came great sorrow.

The birth was a difficult one. The beige silk sheets of your bed leisurely turned into dried crimson, as you had an excessive loss of blood. Anxiety consumed Lord Lucerys as he noticed how much you were suffering, sitting by your side and whispering words of comfort to you while your hand tightly gripped his own; his other hand brushing away strands of your hair covering your features.

Your grip lost force with the passing of the minutes, until a loud baby wail was heard. Yet, the birth of the healthy boy, strongly kicking with his small arms and legs, was no indicative that you’d recover easily. In fact, his nervousness only increased when you barely had any force to move, open your eyes, or mutter a word. Child bed fever had quickly crashed upon you, as if the weakness you had been left with shortly after the birth of the heir wasn’t enough.

While you preferred for Lucerys to tend to the child, he had maids take care of your baby son. He was insistent in staying by your side, caressing your forehead and playing with your hair. His hand was placed on top of your own, his fingertips brushing gently against your cold skin with longing, knowing you could part away, and his green hazel eyes were fixed on you. They stared at you with a mix of adoration, and despondency.

Deep down inside, the hopes of your safe recovery were fading away, along with his courage of not having you by his side. He wanted to cling to the bit left of hope he had, but with the pale expression on your features, it was impossible.

“Find someone that will love you, and our baby boy, as much as I did. Or even more.”

But the truth was, no one could love him, or your sweet boy, any more than you did. Nor Luke would love anyone else as much as he loved you. His devotion and adoration remained untouched, even years after your passing — perhaps even until his last breath. It had taken great effort to not break down by your side, and collapse in tears as he had to witness your slow death.

A shallow hole had been left on his chest. A tense stillness loomed in the atmosphere of Driftmark when your death was announced. There had reached a point where he had no more tears left to cry, as he had already cried enough for you, and still occasionally cried himself to sleep. It wasn’t the same without you — his best friend, lover, wife, mother of his son.

It had been expected of him to take another wife for the realm to have a Lady, and the child a stepmother; but how could he? It felt disrespectful. He remained a dowager Lord in your honour. Even when the maids tried to tend your chambers by cleaning it and keeping it as a free space, Lucerys dismissed them away. Your chambers remained with the clothes, sheets, and objects that were there even before your death — it was a shrine that he would often visit during the late quiet hours to mourn, and honour you. If any of the objects had been moved from their place, your essence, your existence, your presence would soon be gone for him.

A locket with a strand of your hair remained near him at all times, clinging to it desperately as it brought him to you. It was a strand of hair you had cut off a few days before your official wedding ceremony, and gave it to him inside the locket as a gift. Ever since, solitude burdened him, but found solace in small things that for him, they represented you.

Emptiness lingered dreadfully, sitting down in a hefty manner on his chest. Lucerys wished things were different, it felt as some sort of unfair punishment from the Seven above.

The only place where he could keep seeing, touching you, hearing your comforting words and precious laughter that spurred from your kissable lips, was on his dreams. As well, as on the eyes of his son — which, fortunately, the boy took after you.

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New Years Countdown HOTD boys

Included: Jace, aegon, aemond, luke

Word count: 1167

Warnings: kissing, drinking

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Jace

“Cmon hurry up,” Jace practically chased you around the room as you finished putting in your earring with 5 minutes till the bells.

“I need to look good for the new year,” you giggled as you tried to fix your necklace only for Jace to grab your arm and spin you till you gently hit against his chest.

He brushed a strand of hair out of your face so softly you almost shivered, “You always look good darling,” he smiled before dipping his lips down to meet yours.

However, as your hands went to snake up to his hair, he grabbed your wrists and step back with a wide grin, “Now get a move on,”

As you both jogged down the stairs Rhaenyra let out a loud laugh, “Oh finally. We thought you’d went to the new years without us,”

“Ha,” Jace rolled his eyes as he sat on the arm of the couch, pulling you to his side.

Luke was sitting on the floor when he decided to pipe up, “Hey need a new year’s kiss?” he asked, looking at you with wiggling eyebrows making Jace fling a pillow at his brother full force, “Mom!”

“Luke, honey, stop flirting with your brother’s girlfriend,”

“Yeah, tell him mom,” Jace said, sticking his tongue out as if he was still five.

You laughed as you and Rhaenyra shared concerned looks, “What have I got myself into?” you joked.

“I ask myself that every day,” Harwin joked as he entered the living room with a bottle of champagne Alicent had sent as a Christmas gift. “Now everyone, c’mon, the countdowns starting,”

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Happy new year’s!” you all shouted. On one Harwin popped the cork making him and his wife whoop as Luke was already grabbing a champagne glass. Meanwhile Jace turned to you with a small grin.

“Happy new years baby,” he said, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

“Happy new year’s,” you whispered back with a smile as you pulled away.

“Ew!” his whole family cheered at you both as they began to dish out the drinks, but you just laughed as you leaned into Jace’s side. This was the best way to spend the new year after all.

Aegon

Aegon and you had been friends for years, always in and out of different relationships and watching the others blow up but for the first time ever you were both single at new year’s. “What if I have no one to kiss?” you sighed as you finished putting on your lipstick.

Aegon shrugged as he walked over to get his phone off charge, “My lips are open,” he joked. You had always joked flirted, well at least when single so you laughed it off as usual however when you got to the party and the bell grew closer to dropping you thought maybe it wasn’t a joke.

You kind of blew off every other guy just so you could enforce your deal with Aegon, telling him 5 minutes before the bell. You both danced along with your friends until the countdown started.

“3, 2, 1. Happy new year!” bells and whoops went off as Aegon turned to you with a half-drunk smile and open arms.

You flung your arms round his neck, pulling yourself up for what was supposed to be a quick kiss. As your lips hit and you tasted how sweet he was, how soft his lips were, and how intoxicating he was, when he pulled away you couldn’t help but stare a little. Aegon’s grin had fallen into an unreadable expression until his lips suddenly crashed onto yours again.

His hands cupped your face as he stepped closer to you if that was even possible as your arms went around his shoulders to steady yourself. By the time you pulled away the wind had been sucked out your lungs and all you could do was whisper, “I’ve been waiting years for that,”

Aemond

It was 5 minutes till the bell and Aemond had took your hand and lead you out to the balcony of your friend’s house who had offered to host new year’s. Aemond had been your best friend since forever and it didn’t help that you were completely in love with him.

“Hey,” he said softly as he closed the door.

“Hey,” you smiled softly back at him.

Aemond took a deep breath before he spoke, “I really like you. and I get if you don’t like me back, but I couldn’t face another year of not telling you how I feel,” he rushed out, moving to grab your hand gently, “I really fucking like you okay?”

His eyes racked your face in concern before relaxing when he saw the broad grin break onto his face, “I like you too Aemond,”

“Yeah?” he said, a slight smirk pulling at his usually cocky lips. he stepped closer, his hands moving to your waist as yours moved to rest on his shoulders.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, feeling shivers run down your back, “Really fucking like you,” you quoted with a grin.

“Five!” you heard the screams begin, “Four,” you whispered.

Aemond smiled, “Three,” you both said softly, leaning in closer, “Two, One,” his lips pressed into yours, softly at first as they moulded against yours before his hands pulled you closer and you sunk into the kiss.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath without letting you go, “Happy new year’s,” he whispered.

Luke

Luke could feel his hands sweating more and more as he crossed the room to find you. it was 11 49 and he had put off going up to you to ask all night but now he had no choice. “Hey stranger!” you grinned, stepping away from your friends to give him a quick hug, “I was looking for you,”

“Oh hey!” he smiled back, “Well you found me. So, hey well I was wondering you know how the whole ball drop thing?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck and completely forgetting the script he’d mentally wrote to say.

“Yeah, I think so,” you giggled, and it sounded like angels to him as he blushed pink.

He cleared his throat before finally asking, “Do you have anyone to kiss at midnight?” he asked, gnawing at his bottom lip.

“That depends,” you smiled at him, “Is someone asking?”

“I am,” he said, trying to sound firm but failing and cringing slightly “If you would want to,”

“I’d love to,” you grinned at him, and he smiled back however when you leant in to kiss him, he paused, “What?”

“The bell has another 7 minutes?” he said, pointing to the screen as you laughed once more then realisation dawned on him, “Oh! Eh fuck the bell,” he said, instantly going in for the kiss and catching you off guard but you couldn’t have been happier especially since the ball was just another excuse to kiss him.

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