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simpingland · 11 months

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'Alone' together// Lucerys Velaryon x fem!reader.

Y/N Celtigar and Luke have been betrothed for years, but the reader is having a hard time finding true friendship on Dragonstone. Some tutoring makes Luke change his mind about his wife to be.

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No one could stand Jace when he was ahead in any of the classes you all shared with the Master. That's why you took every lesson so seriously, just so you could take him down a peg or two. And it could be fun most of the time, but in the long run, you and Jace never quite clicked, causing Rhaena and Luke to stay somewhat aloof from you, preferring the favour of the prince to the favour of a pupil like you.

When everyone heard the news about Lady Celtigar's death, you were only eight. Rhaenyra saw in you a child who longed for her mother as she had longed for her own, and made a pact with your father to take you into her care. He agreed, proposing a marriage in return. It was a good idea, Valyrian blood with Valyrian blood, extending and strengthening houses that moved across the Seven Kingdoms. Unfortunately, though you were the same age as Jace, Baela was also a close child and the idea of her being queen in the future protected Rhaenyra and Jace's reign...so you were promised to Luke.

It could have been worse, they could have promised you Joffrey...or worse...Jace! At least Lucerys, as you found out a few days later, turned out to be a good boy, if a little too childish for your taste. Growing up in Dragonstone had been quicker than anyone expected, but no less hard. The siblings were very close to each other, and they were also very close to their dragons. Rhaena was sweet and pleasant, but there was something about her company that made you feel as if she was there out of obligation. You never had the feeling that you belonged there.

Arguments between the four of you were very common, never worrisome as they were usually the typical ones caused by going on adventures together, by stealing things from each other... although if someone came out crying, it was usually you. You were a studious young woman, always alert and if Rhaenyra found out about all the shenanigans of the group, it was because you told her. They never listened when you justified yourself by saying that lying was not an option for you. At dinners together you were usually the one who was left out of the conversation, even if they were talking about you. If you were lucky and Luke got mad at Jace too, you had the young man sitting next to you as he prattled on about Arrax and how much he hated Jace that day. He never failed to make you laugh. Sadly, that didn't always happen, and it was more common for him to give you the same dirty looks as the rest when you didn't play along.

Rhaenyra already knew about this problem, and she tried to educate you on how being friends with your husband was always the best way to be married. The problem was that you didn't really know how to make friends...because no one understood how you loved them, everything you said or did ended up being used against you. And no matter how much you made up your mind that you shouldn't do anything, you couldn't help but stay at the table with Luke after he failed his geography lesson with the Maester. Jace had already left for his dragon with a victorious smile, and Rhaena accompanied him, the Maester would show her how to feed her little Morning.

Luke was more embarrassed than sad, you could see it in the way he looked down at you as you paced the table with the map.

"Don't you have one of your sewing classes or one of those lame things you like to do?" he asked.

"I don't like boring things...I just like to be quiet. It's different. And no, I can stay and help you."

"No need, thanks..." he tried to concentrate on the map.

"You should learn some trick to memorize the map...a song, a rhyme..."

"That's just stupid." He interrupted you and you instantly stopped wanting to help him. Something must have crossed your eyes because Luke felt bad right away. "Sorry...it's just...Jace will laugh at me if he sees me burst into song if someone asks me to point out the Isles of Tarth."

This made you laugh, and Luke smiled at your reaction. It wasn't very casual to see you laugh genuinely, it was always usually out of politeness or only brought on by the Maester, Rhaenyra, or some guard. Although, if he thought about it, Luke had seen you laugh at times when he had focused more on you than on the dinners.

"It's just a trick, you end up memorising it eventually. Besides, by the time you're Lord of Driftmark you'll have travelled more. It will be easier."

"How do you memorise it?"

"Oh..." you didn't expect that question. Perhaps because the answer was so personal. "I think about my family. Where my grandmothers were born...where my uncle died...where my grandfather won a battle...where my mother was a ward when she was my age..."

It seemed like a sad thing, but it wasn't really sad for you. The maps served you like a history book. You'd always had a head for remembering stories, and it was all because you felt too trapped there, too lonely. You enjoyed visits to the castle, something the others hated, for even the dullest Lord had an anecdote about someone in your family. However, if the Targaryen children wanted to know something about their family, all they had to do was open any history book.

"It's very nice, really, though I think I'd go mad if I used your method." Luke tried to lighten up a bit the turn the conversation seemed about to take.

"Right, I think the simplest thing to do is for us to decorate our own map." You suggested.

"I don't have enough inks to make a nice map."

"I do!"

Luke had to follow you at a quickened pace, even though he was even slightly taller than you, your enthusiasm to show him your full artistic arsenal outweighed physics. You let him into your rooms, where he hadn't been for many years, and he was surprised to see that it was more cluttered than he expected. There were piles of books in every nook and cranny, many open and with notes on their sides. You also had a small desk in front of your balcony. When he looked out, he noticed that you overlooked the beach. It made him tender to know that he could watch you study while he trained with Jace.

The afternoon flew by as Luke decorated a map with colours assigned to houses, animals and creatures. He made trees and mountains, and you taught him to draw castles for important towns. On a thinner piece of paper, you wrote the names of all those places and Luke tried to name the points you pointed out and then you checked it by putting the paper over it. And it didn't take him long to match what he said with what it really was. He was so happy that he even gave you a hug.

From that day on, geography lessons were much more fun for Luke, as he spent more time drawing than memorising, and he showed you all the things he was doing. Jace's concentration would be thrown off by your whispering and giggling. Sometimes you would show him the annotations and drawings you had on your map, and you would have fun imagining an tracing a dragon ride.

He started helping you in Valyrian, Luke's favourite subject. And at dinners he always sat next to you, apart from Rhaena and Jace. Luke always did the talking, for he always had more to tell than you, who spent the whole day engaged in something completely alternative to what the others were doing. Day by day, he would let you feel open enough to give him your opinion on the books you were reading or telling him some childhood stories.

One of the days when Jace and Luke were training, Luke remembered that afternoon, and your little desk overlooking the beach. He stopped to look for you with his eyes, and it took him a while to find your figure, but he did. He couldn't see you clearly, but he could make out that you were leaning on your balcony, concentrating on something, with a pen in your hand.

"It would be good if you were concentrating on something, Lucerys," the older scolded him.

"Sorry, you're right...I'm really getting better though." Luke smiled mischievously at her.

"Only in geography, I'm not going to applaud your need to draw trees in the woods." Jace landed a lazy first punch, pulling Luke's gaze away from yours.

"Hey! Easy!" Luke tried to hit him back, but clearly Jace was better than him.

"Oops, sorry...I didn't remember how much of a pussy you've become since you and Y/N are the best of friends."

It was silly, but the fight that was supposed to be a rehearsal turned into something all too real, and Jace and Luke were soon fighting without swords, using shoves and fists. From a blow that Jace threw disproportionately, Luke felt part of his lower lip split. At the sight of blood, both stopped instantly.

Of course they were brought before Rhaenyra by the guard who at the time was unable to stop them. And you, who could hear all the commotion, went down to check what was going on. Both were dishevelled but only Luke was bleeding.

"I want an explanation, right now!" Rhaenyra looked furious.

"Luke is being unbearable, mother." Jace gave her a terrible look.

"It's you who can't stand to be outdone. You're always the most important." Luke accepted the water-soaked handkerchief you gave him. He let out a small whimper as he felt the sting.

"Maybe it's because I'm the heir to the throne, my education is vital. And you only know how to giggle and be a shitty student."

You couldn't take it anymore, he always used that excuse, that he had to be the best to be a good king. Luke had already confessed to you over dinner that the love and admiration he had for Jace causes him a lot of anxiety, because he felt unfit to rule something as important as Driftmark.

"That doesn't give you any right to hit him..." everyone turned to look at you, and Jace was relieved to find himself back in the same situation where you were making a fool of yourself.

"You weren't there to see it, it would be nice if you stayed out of this for once."

"I didn't do anything wrong, don't talk to me like that." You were getting that high-pitched, agitated voice again that you get when you're feeling overly nervous. Luke could see it, his hand rested on your arm gently.

"It's your fault Luke's an twat now. All you know how to do is be a pain in the ass to everyone, and now you're filling my brother's head with your bullshit."

"What's wrong with you is that you're unbearable and jealous because Baela isn't here to tell you how well you're doing everything."

"And what's wrong with you is that you're such a pain in the ass that your father put you on the first boat that offered to take you off his sight."

"Jace!" Rhaenyra snapped at him. "I command you to stop talking like that. I remember teaching you some manners, didn't I?. Apologize. Right now."

Jace gave a sigh. And with a forced smile, he focused on them both.

"Luke, I'm really sorry I hurt you, maybe I went too far, considering you're also going to spend the rest of your life next to this absolute bore and insufferable woman. It's a big sacrifice on your part."

Jace gave Luke a friendly slap on his shoulder and turned away, forgiving himself. You, on the other hand, had already started to feel the tears forming at the thought of disappearing from your father's sight. It was too delicate of a subject, and you longed for him, Jace had struck another blow too hard.

"Apologize to Y/N, Jace." Luke's voice sounded serious, demanding. Jace turned away.

"By what right are you commanding me around now?"

"I'm your brother, and Y/N will be my wife, your sister-in-law, and we'll all be a family. Show her the respect she deserves, and ask for her forgiveness."

Jace was quiet for a second. Luke's hand moved to reach for your hand and squeezed it, it was cold, but at his touch, it began to warm.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." It was dry, and it was surely not for you, but for Luke. It was still humiliating, and of course, it was you who left that room crying.

You tried to hide your tears from Luke, who was asking you not to leave, but you couldn't even come up with an excuse, you just disappeared from there.

When you didn't show up for dinner, Luke couldn't eat a single bite. Rhaenyra watched as your empty seat provoked something in him that hadn't happened before, he became quiet. Jaxe was also quiet, stressed and recovering from the scold he received from his mother after all that scene. With a nod of his head, Luke had permission to get up and look for you. Your door was open, but inside your room you were hard to find. On the floor, your back against your bed, a candle illuminated one of your maps. You tried to wipe your face a little as Luke sat down next to you.

"You're missing your favourite dessert..." he tried to get a smile out of you, he couldn't. "I'm sure Jace regrets what he said, he didn't say a single word at dinner."

"He regrets a lot of things I'm sure, but never that he spoke ill of me." You told him without so much as a glance at him.

"That's not true. There may be friction, but we're all family."

"Yeah, but I'm not in it. All I try to do is to be fair, to do the right thing. Your mother is a future queen to me, I must always tell her the truth. And none of the three of you seem to understand the great danger you are in every day..."

"I do understand that you do it for us, but soon she will be like a mother to you too." Luke held your hand.

"I miss my family so much...All I really have from them is just memories I didn't even get to live, few years with my mother... I try to love in the present but then I'm faced with this ignorace against my person.Lucerys, every day I feel this sorrow, this silence...I feel so, so lonely."

Then he understood your great passion for maps. And he suddenly felt like a tremendous idiot. I could have been there for you much earlier. But he was convinced that it was a good time to start.

"I've had dreams too...well, they were really nightmares...about being heir to Driftmark and spending my whole life alone. Jace would be here, Mother at King's Landing, Rhaena married, and everyone else would be dead...and you would be left, as always, locked in your rooms, not wanting to talk to anyone."

At last you looked at him, he too had a sad expression. His lip was split at the bottom. His eyes connected with yours.

"I'm sorry you had that impression of me...you...I actually, genuinely like you. A lot."

You watched as Luke smiled mischievously, like his mother did.

"It'll be the only thing I beat Jace at..." he finally got a laugh out of you. "Maybe, we could feel 'alone' together."

"Sounds like a good idea..."

"And we can go to sleep together, but alone." He continued to joke.

"And have lonely blonde and brunette children..." you continued.

"And sail the ocean alone..."

And in unison you both said "but together!"

At the coincidence, you burst out laughing. And more you laughed when Luke got a stitch of pain in his lip from smiling. His little scream was too funny.

"Hey...don't be mean!" he scolded you with a totally fake frown.

"Oh, my prince, I'm sorry! That wound looks bad..."

"Well, the Maester says nothing that can't be fixed with a kiss on the wound in question."

"Haha! Now I really feel sorry for you if you need a kiss from the Maester..."

"I'm afraid you're out of luck, the sages say only kisses from beautiful, blonde women, lousy with Valyrian but great readers with a strangely amusing laugh."

In that light, Luke had made you happier than you had ever imagined. He might still be a little more childish than you'd like, but it was this that made you laugh during dinners and lessons. This dedication to your could be the beginning of a fun and pleasant future, much closer than your inner child had imagined when you read those love stories in your books.

It was you who reached first, and Luke was the first to close his eyes. A tender kiss on the lips, first on his bottom lip, soft and slow, trying not to hurt him. But above was his upper lip, intact, and there you gave him another kiss, more intense, but just as sweet. And Luke pressed his lips together as hard as he could, letting himself be carried away by your soft lips brushing his. When you broke apart, he saw you blush a little, but you immediately laughed at him, who was much more flushed than you were.

"Actually...if I'm going to be your wife, you didn't have to memorise all those places. I would know them for you." You told him as you walked on your way to the kitchen, ready to dine alone with the leftovers from dinner.

"Right..." Luke led the way, holding your hand. "Although then you would never have realised how much you really like me."

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darklinsblog · 10 months

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Flesh & Heart | Lucerys Velaryon Imagine

Summary: Lucerys Velaryon, the future Lord of the Tides would even defy her Majesty, his mother, all for love

Pairing: Lucerys Velaryon x Targaryen!Reader

Part I

Ever since that night on the pleasure house and the following actions on Luke’s chamber, you had barely gone apart. Which was quite disastrous taking into account you were still on accords to marry and Lucerys was betrothed to Rhaena.

For that, he knew he should’ve kept it quiet, to let that night fall onto oblivion, so you could go on with your lives and duties.

But he kept finding himself on bed with you, foolishly enamored and regardless of how hard he tried, his heart was elsewhere and his mother could spot the eyes of love on any distance.

From her perspective, maybe her children were simply being young, discovering even.

Rhaenyra didn’t see this as a sign of a alarm because as far as she was concerned, you both had every intention to follow along the lines of your traced destiny.

But as everything seemed at ease, Lucerys was able to have you every night, to suffice his need of you but even then it did not feel enough.

He was passionately kissing you, holding you with all his need in front of any guards, you were scared this would bring you trouble, but as soon as his body crashed onto yours, everything was forgotten.

There was only him and him alone.

But you knew reality was following along, sneaking upon the bedroom, filling your head with doubt.

As your lover was holding you close, pulling your hair apart to tenderly kiss on your shoulder you could only think of the one thing you had been hiding from Lucerys for over a week now.

“What’s clouding your mind, my dove?” He asked you

“I shall wed to Sargon Baratheon”

The room fell death silent as you spoke the truth. Lucerys seemed to tense up as he cupped your face, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“That is a lie” he muttered as his eyes watered, you shook your head slightly.

“I have chosen in an intent to protect the both of us” you spoke as the voice of reason, but he cared not for reason.

“How will this do us any good?!” He was hurt, mostly definitely, but you couldn’t string along any longer, the pain would only be greater.

Luke stood up, leaving you in the bed, creating distance between the two and in a way, this would be very much like your distance after your marriage.

“Lucerys wake up! You are to be Lord of Driftmark and to take Rhaena as your lady, we cannot fool ourselves, I am to marry a good Lord and that’s the end of it!”

“I am in love with you, Y/N! Does that not count for anything?”

“Love is not above politics, Luke…” you were speaking the mere facts, but it did not made the blow any lighter. “Lord Baratheon is to come to King’s Landing in three days and he shall take me as wife the day after”

“I am to lose you in four days from now and you wish for me to fucking what? Sit back, drink wine and clap happily upon your wedding?!” You looked down, knowing this was anything but fair

The young prince felt absolutely insane he was bubbling with anger, sadness, confusion… All at once.

“Our mother has made the arrangements, it is done, we cannot-“ you choked up in between the tears and now, he realized you were just as distressed as he was so he rushed to get on his knees and cup your face, wiping away with his thumbs your silent tears.

“I wish not to be apart…” you said with a low voice, and his heart skipped a beat

“Say the word Y/N, just a word from you is enough, for me to cross all skies, move every tide and ground there is to this world”

The prince was looking at you intensely, even now you could imagine your life with someone else, but that life would be dull, no matter how great was the man you were wedded to, you didn’t wish to share a life with a man that wasn’t Lucerys Velaryon.

“Prince Lucerys Velaryon The Sea Rider, heir of Driftmark, and Princess Y/N Velaryon, princess of Dragonstone”

The doors to the throne room opened widely, revealing you and Lucerys hand in hand.

Your mother Rhaenyra was sitting on the irone throne, many feet up and above you and you couldn’t prevent your knees from trembling. Even then, Luke held you firmly by the waist.

“My sweet boy and my beloved daughter to what do I owe this pleasure?”

“We wish to speak to you and our family alone” you managed to say graciously, your mother looked at the both of you, before turning to the Guards and other members who stood there.

“Please leave us” The Queen Regent requested and soon, there was only Jace, Joffrey, your mother, and your step-father Daemon alongside you.

“Feel free to speak your minds” she allowed you.

“Mother we wish for both of our marital agreements are dissolved” Lucerys spoke standing tall and firm, he no longer seemed that 14-year-old frightened and doubtful.

He was a righteous Prince.

“On what accounts?” Rhaenyra asked, even when she could figure what this was all about.

“Love, mother” he spoke simply holding you close. “It was not our intent, but Y/N and I have fallen for each other”

“Your Majesty, I see no other than Luke, if I am to have a content life I wish to share it with him alone” you spoke, your mother staying awfully quiet, thinking, soaking in your words as your family in the room shared expectant glances.

“As touched as I am at heart, this marital agreements must go forward in other to ensure beneficial alliances” she said rather calm yet authoritative.

“If it’s beneficial alliances you seek, Lady Rhaena may marry Corwyn Corbray, his house already has proven a good ally, a marriage would be aligned with the political agenda” Luke offered as it was the easiest decision to make, quite frankly, it was amazing how much sense it truly made.

“You may find a solution to your marriage being dissolved my dear boy, but the truth of the matter it has already been notified to Sir Sargon Baratheon that this marriage is to be celebrated, standing back now will be disastrous beyond proportion” she tried to reason, Y/N’s stomach fell to the floor as well as any hope that she could’ve harvest.

“Mother, I beg you” you said, your mother was torn apart truly, but there was no way out of this, not now. Not when the choice was made.

You shared glances with both Jace and Daemon and they both wished to help, but they couldn’t, your mother’s claim was already standing on a thin line for the fact of being a woman sitting on the Iron Throne.

There were some mistakes that could not be made.

But Lucerys would drop it so easily, not with this and so he held your hand tighter. But no one was expecting what the prince said next.

“If you oppose to this your Majesty, I will be taking Arrax and traveling to Dragonstone to take Y/N as my wife on all accounts” Lucerys deadpanned and as he did everyone held onto their breaths.

This time, your mother looked hurt and deeply offended as she sat up straight and with her tense shoulders.

“You dare to defy the authority of your Queen, Lucerys?” She spoke rather harshly now.

“We are flesh, your Majesty. I am simply stating the fact that there are greater forces than House Targaryen itself. If you do not support us, you’ll give us no choice”

“Brother, be wise” Jace spoke quietly, trying to ease up the tension on the room, while your step-father choked on a smile, half-proud and half-impressed with the kid’s balls.

“I have been, this is the only time I allowed myself to act upon heart rather than mind” it was scary for everyone else to see Luke this defying of our authority, he had never been a rebel boy by any means, but it was stimulating to see the one you love fight for you so fervently.

Daemon stepped closer to Luke, trying to get him to back down, but Lucerys was quick to pull him away.

“I am no longer a boy, father” he spoke furiously, yet trying to kept his composure, as a man, Daemon knew his had no place to interfere now, not with the determination in Lucerys’ eyes.

“I am simply giving you a choice as our mother, the decision is made, you simply have to chose if you want to give us your blessing or not, either way it’ll be done”

“Why are you doing this?” She said, more hurt than anything.

“Why are you opposing this, mother?! YOU of all people should understand!” He roared and a heaviness fell on the room as he did.

Now you took a step forward “We know you loved our father in a unique way, but we knew your heart belonged to Daemon. Do we deserve the same pain you went through?”

“You talk of beneficial agreements. Marry us now and ensure Luke’s claim as righteous heir of The Tides, without the outrageous doubts of his legitimacy”

Rhaenyra let out a sigh now with a mischievous grin, the Queen stood up and walked down, to encounter her children, she kissed both of their foreheads letting out a soft giggle.

“You two, are indeed my flesh and blood” you and Lucerys looked at each other before looking back at your mother. “…and if you’ve taught me something today is that you will make a fine union”

Your eyes opened wide as realization hit, Luke and you shared a look of pure joy before you jumped into his arms, holding onto your future for dear life.

Lucerys looked deep into your eyes before kissing you with a heart full of joy, love, hope and everything in between.

“OI OI! There’s a minor in the room, you two!” Jace half-joked and when you turned you saw your older brother covering Joff’s eyes while the poor boy was squirming to try and get away.

“I’M FIFTEEN! Like I haven’t seen two people go at each other’s tongues like snakes fightin’!” Joff protested as everyone in the room burst out in a joint laughter.

“We’ll talk later with you, boy” Daemon said in a jokingly authoritative voice as he ruffled Joffrey’s hair.

And in that moment, every single thing made sense and it was perfect, it was full of joy.

You couldn’t help but smile thinking maybe, this was just a glimpse of the life ahead of you.

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