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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year

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do you have any advice for planning out the story and each chapter? im trying to plan out this fic idea i have but i don’t really know how so i thought i’d ask one of the best ao3 authors i’ve seen

oh bby i'm about to go into SO much detail that i'm sure you didn't ask for but here we go! i've spent countless hours of my life on fic planning, and it usually goes entirely unseen by y'all! i'll try to use parts of my earlier planning for stormbreak as an example so as to avoid spoilers while giving you the ability to see how the plans translate into the finished product. this will also give anyone who's interested a cool behind-the-scenes look at how some of stormbreak's chapters evolved from my earliest notes!

i organize all of my planning in google drive, and i have several distinct stages i go through that increase in detail the further along you go.

at the broadest level, i have two documents that i use for brainstorming. one of them, called "snippets," is miscellaneous little half-thoughts and snippets or late-night ideas. it includes both scenes and characterizations. it's basically little notes and reminders to myself. these snippets can usually be worked into the fic at mostly any point. this document is pretty long; about 50 pages. here are some examples of the types of things i put in this doc, including something that inspired a scene later in chapter 11:

the second brainstorming document is called "scenes." this is basically a list of every single interaction and moment that i want to happen. each line of text will represent one of the povs that will end up in stormbreak, with usually 2-3 povs per chapter. each sentence is super brief, like max 10 words, and i'll usually spit them out without regard to chronology since some scenes can be worked in anywhere.

now beginning to put things together i have the document i call "chronological events." here, the scenes are all put in a specific chronological order. i'll assign chronology to certain scenes that have chronological flexibility. and each scene will be expanded into 3-4 bullet points that get at how this scene will advance the plot (through politics, characters, or relationships). here's an example of what this looked like for the scene that became alicent's pov in chapter 12:

and for the scene that became aemond and daeron's povs later in the same chapter:

the "chronological events" document is what i reference first any time i'm going through the planning process for a new chapter. it reminds me of what i need to accomplish with the chapter.

so now let's say i've looked at this document and want to proceed to the initial outline for the chapter. i write these in documents within a folder called "short chapter outlines," and each document is titled "short chapter X outline," with X just corresponding to the number in the actual fic. this will expand the bullet points from "chronological events" into an a few actual paragraphs, and add in some extra padding that isn't strictly plot-relevant but helps to build out the scenes. this is an example of what this looked like for the scene that became aemond's pov in chapter 2:

you can also see that this doesn't always end up being fully translated into the end product. in this example, i changed the events towards the end when writing the actual chapter because it made more sense to me.

okay now we go onto the last stage of planning before i write the actual chapter: the long outline. just like with the short versions, i keep these documents in a "long chapter outlines" folder and each doc is titled "long chapter X outline." it further expands upon the short outline; i'll put the short outline on the left half of the screen to look at it while i write the long outline on the right half of the screen. this is basically me stream-of-consciousness writing the chapter. the goal is to get the entire scene hammered out, pretty much paragraph by paragraph. if there are any particular descriptions, lines of dialogue, or even brief moments that i get stuck on, i write them in shorthand and don't worry about making them pretty. here's an example of this, from the scene that became aemond's pov at the start of chapter 6:

you can see that i expanded on most of these paragraphs and polished the sentences between this and the final chapter. but also that the level of detail here is really high.

lastly, we have the actual chapter, which i write based off of this long outline. i put the long outline on the left side and the chapter itself on the right side of my screen so i can see both at once. i write all of my chapters in microsoft word because that's the format i've written stories in since i was a child and it's where my creativity works best for whatever weird reason. the chapter always stays very true to the long outline, but as you'll see if you compare the long outline above to the actual chapter 6 i do add in a bunch of extra detail. the long outline is usually between 4,000 and 5,000 words and 10-15 pages, while my chapters are pretty much upwards of 9,000 words and 20+ pages. so it about doubles in length at this step.

i do most of my editing (switching certain lines and paragraphs around) as i write this first full draft of the chapter. so when i'm proofreading, i'm only ever checking for errors and seeing if i want to replace any words or phrases with a better idea. this last step usually doesn't take me more than a hour.

from there on, you guys are familiar with the end result! as a note, the "chronological events" and "short chapter outlines" are all fully completed for this story! i prefer to finish this level of planning before even beginning to seriously write. it helps me to lay the foundation for my plot twists from the very beginning of the fic!

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rhaenyra-daemon · 1 year

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Every other week prince Daemon and Aemond pay a visit to one of the local pleasure houses.

Pairing: Daemon x Aemond

Title: Diary Entry

Rating: T

Length: 1090 words

Tags: religious guilt, voyeurism, pining

You can read it here.

#daemond #dont come here with expectations #or you will be disappointed #we've been talking about brothels a lot recently #but this is not the brothel fic you want #nor is it the one you need #daemon targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #daemon x aemond #my fic

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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May I please request “sleepy cuddles” and good morning kisses with daemon <3333 tysm in advance

A lil short, soft but -I hope- sweet drabble

From the gentle pitter patter of rain, plush lips greeting the skin along your jaw good morning and the strong pair of arms that kept you caged against a well built chest. You felt as though you had just woken into a dream, a personal paradise tailor made to fit you and your desires. It was a rarity in of itself that you got to see Daemon in the morning, seeing as you’ve grown accustom to waking in your bed alone; Begrudgingly forced to accept it as part of your relationship with the Prince.

“Good morning, my sweetling.” Daemon greeted between kisses that trialed down your neck and sliming across your shoulders with feather light caresses that drew a sleepy sigh from your lips. “Don’t you have duties to attend to this morning my love.” You drowsily responded, moving yourself in his arms until you were face to face so you could prep kisses of your own against the porcelain column of his neck and under his jaw. “They haven’t called upon me yet. At this rate I’m merely pushing my luck in seeing how far my absence in court will go without notice.” Daemon croaks, his grip on your waist subconsciously tightening whenever your weight shifted away from him.

“Unfortunately that might take awhile considering how everyone on the small council are incompetent, narrow minded cunts.” You chuckled at his blatant hatred of being apart of the small council, being Queen Rhaenyra’s hand and all; You found it hilariously entertaining whenever he would enter your shared chambers to vent out the frustrations he had, leading you both late into the night before the fatigue from the lack of sleep finally caught up to the pair of you at last. “How unfortunate for you indeed my beloved, sounds like a true nightmare.” You said cheekily, biting back a yawn as you reached a hand to run your fingers through his slightly mattered platinum locks.

“You’re mocking me aren’t you?” Daemon said in equal amusement as he nudged his head to borrow into your shoulder, biting down on the skin there with just enough force to make you jolt out of surprise. “Now why would I do that my beloved? Your troubles are my troubles and my troubles are yours after al-“ Your voice got caught in a squeal when his hands brushed against the ticklish sports on your sides which had you convulsing away from his touch. “Stop that.” You scolded, slapping away at Daemon’s hands that seemed to keep coming back with every weak hearted slap you gave them.

“Stop what? You’re the one who started this sweetheart.” He drawls, his once sleepy lilac eyes were now filled with mischievous as his hands were once again reaching for your sides. His fingertips just barely brushed against them and you were already preparing yourself to be on the defence. “I didn’t start anything! Am I not allowed to make jokes with my strong and very, very handsome Prince?” You batted your eyelashes at Daemon, who only chuckled at your attempted of sweet talk before grabbing a hold on your waist and caged you against his chest once more.

“Not if it’s at my expense, nice attempt in trying though my dearest. For a moment I was almost bewitched by the batting of your eyelashes and sweet smile, however…” Daemond trailed off as you waited on baited breath for what he was about to say next when his fingers started their abuse as your sides, causing you to erupt into a fit of laughter that was for certain to be heard by any anyone passing by outside your chambers. “You easily forget who taught you those tricks in the first place.” He spoke over your hysterical laughter and pleas for him to cease his merciless tickles as your weak attempts of pushing his hands away were met with even more torturous tickles.

#hotd fluff #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd imagines #hotd fic #hotd x you #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x you #house of the dragon fic #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon imagines #daemon targaryen x you #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon targaryen fic #daemon targaryen imagines #daemon targaryen x reader

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apricia · 1 year

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For ever by your side / Aemond Targaryen x reader // Part IV

Chapter 4 - Parents’ concerns

Alyssa stood on one of the observation decks, staring down at the ship that had brought her to Driftmark. The ship that would now sail back to King's Landing. Without her on board. It felt like a part of her was going to sail away with this ship and she would lose that part forever. Her heart hurt. It hurt to see her family go - or the people she had considered family.

Alyssa couldn't meet Alicent's eyes. Nor Helaenas. Even though her cousin didn't seem to understand why Alyssa wasn't returning home with them. Helaena had not been herself last night and this morning. She had said goodbye to Alyssa as if they would see each other again very soon. But that was a lie. Alyssa had no intention to return to King’s Landing.

Then a roar sounded above her. Alyssa looked up and saw two dragons. Dreamfyre and Sunfyre. There was another roar, mightier and louder than the first, and then she spotted Vhagar. Alyssa stared at the giant dragon. On his back sat the person Alyssa had fled from. The person she never wanted to see again.

In her heart, Alyssa had hoped that Aemond would come to her. That he would come to her and apologize. That he would protest that none of his words were meant seriously. That he was sorry and asked her forgiveness. But he hadn't come. He hadn't said goodbye to her. Didn't even looked at her.

Because you don't talk to ordinary whores, at least not when you're a prince of the realm, an ugly little voice whispered in Alyssa's head.

Alyssa took her eyes off Vhagar and instead stared at her shaking hands. The fresh scars stood out clearly against her skin. They were marks she would carry forever. Just as Aemond would now carry his scar forever. They both had wounds on their bodies open for all to see.

"Did he do this to you?"

A voice came from behind Alyssa and she turned around, startled.

Daemon Targaryen leaned against the wall in front of her. Arms crossed in front of his chest. He looked bored out to sea, staring after the three dragons.

"What?" Alyssa asked confused. She had not thought that he would address the word to her, yet coming to find her.

She'd already known last night that Daemon had only allowed her to go to Dragonstone with them to get at Alicent. This had absolutely nothing to do with Alyssa or Daemond's sudden fatherly feelings. Which he probably didn't even have. At least Alyssa doesn't think Daemon had them. Maybe to Rhaena and Baela, but not to her.

Daemon didn't look at her as he spoke. "The scars on your hands. Is it my nephew's fault? Had he done that to you?"

Alyssa stared from her hands back to her father. "No."

"Was it Alicent?"

"No. The Queen would never hurt me." Alyssa also wanted to defend Aemond, wanted to tell Daemon that her best friend would never hurt her, but she said nothing. Because the truth was, Aemond had hurt her more than she ever thought possible. The scars on her heart hurt more than those on her hands.

"You don't know anything about Alicent Hightower. Or her father, or her children. You're a pawn in their sick game.” Daemon looked away from the sea and looked at Alyssa. He looked bored, but his expression was serious.

Alyssa gritted her teeth. "Just like I'm a pawn in your own game. That's why you didn't contradict the princess when she invited me to Dragonstone, right?"

Daemon's mouth twitched. "Possibly. Do not overestimate your worth, however, my dear daughter. You may be blood of my blood, and my dear brother may have made you a Targaryen, but you are not."

Alyssa tried not to let those words get too close. They didn't hurt half as much as Aemond's last night. Which was just a sign that Daemon didn't mean anything to her. His words meant nothing to her.

"Don't you think I know that? I may look like a Targaryen and I carry the name but I'm not stupid. I may be a child but I'm not stupid. My mother was a whore and that makes me a bastard. But let's be honest, who cares? I carry the blood of old Valyria in me and everyone can see that at first sight. It's different with the children of the princess. I'm not saying that I doubt their origin, because honestly, I like my tongue were it is and I don't care who their father was. But looks are what people care about. They worth more than the truth."

Daemon's eyebrows rose slightly. "Maybe I underestimated you after all."

Alyssa shrugged. "And if so. That doesn't change anything either."

"Doesn't change what exactly?"

"That I won't go back to King's Landing. I accepted the princess's offer and will go to Dragonstone. Whether you will be there or not, I don't care."

There was a laugh and Alyssa looked at the prince in astonishment. "Maybe we have more in common than I thought."

"We have absolutely nothing in common," Alyssa ground out, clenching her small hands into fists. "I know what loyalty is, what responsibility means. You eluded both a long time ago."

Daemon approached her and for a brief moment Alyssa was afraid of him. He grabbed her hands and forced her fists to unclench, showing her her own palms. "Then tell me how you got those scars."

"I defended my family. And I would do it again anytime, no matter what the cost." She was proud of what she had done. Proud that she had been able to protect Helaena. Just like Alicent had said.

"Then these scars are proof that we are more alike than you care to admit, daughter." He literally spat the last word at her feet.

"Hm," Alyssa said. She would never admit that she and the man who abandoned her as a baby had anything in common.

"You're scared," Daemon stated then. She looked at him confused, not knowing what he meant. "From the way you look at those scars, the way you got them scared you. You're downright disturbed."

Of course she was scared and probably she was also disturbed, as he named it so tactlessly. She had been attacked by a stranger and had been wounded by him. Alyssa nodded slowly. "I couldn't defend myself when I had to. Those scars..." her voice cracked and she felt the tears in her eyes. "The blade might as well have slit my throat and there was nothing I could have done about it." Because she was a girl. Because she had been banned from attending Ser Criston's training.

"I'll teach you," Daemon said then.

"What?"

"Defending yourself if that's what you want."

"What else could I want?"

A grin appeared on Daemon's face and he rested a hand on his sword's hilt. Dark Sister was his name, Alyssa had read about that sword. "There is a difference between defending and attacking. There is a difference between fighting and killing."

Alyssa considered his words. She hadn't harmed the man who attacked her. She hadn't hurt him because she couldn't. Because she didn't know how. Could she have hurt him, maybe even killed him, if she had known how? Alyssa didn't know the answer to that question. But she would find out. She didn't want to be helpless anymore.

"Teach me."

"What exactly?"

"Everything."

"If you want to learn it, you should learn to say it out loud."

Alyssa took a deep breath and then looked into Daemon's eyes, which matched her own. "Teach me to defend myself. Teach me how to fight. And if I must, teach me how to kill."

He released her and turned away from her. Alyssa stayed behind, heart pounding, staring at him.

Daemon turned to her, one eyebrow raised. "What is it? Are you coming now?"

"Where?"

"We have a wedding to celebrate and you will be there. As will your halfsisters and your future stepbrothers."

Alyssa looked at him blankly. "What do you mean? Which wedding?"

"Princess Rhaenyra and I are marrying according to ancient Valyrian law. Now come."

So, starting today, Alyssa would be black and live on Dragonstone, but that wouldn't change who or what she was.

Daemon Targaryen might have fathered her, but he wasn't her father. And Alyssa wasn't his daughter. No matter what he would teach her, how he would treat her from now on, Alyssa would never forget what he has done.

King's Landing was strangely silent. Far too quiet for his taste. He'd thought the new books in the library would distract him, take his mind off things, but Aemond had been wrong. The library had seemed too quiet, too lonely. Between the countless pages of books, he had felt Alyssa's absence even more.

She had left him, simply let him down. Aemond clenched his fists. His mood seemed to affect his health. His fresh wound throbbed painfully and he felt the absence of his eye all too clearly.

Aemond hissed, hating the pain. It was worst at night. When his thoughts had time to roam. With his thoughts racing, the pain was coming. The maesters had told him to expect phantom pains from time to time. His missing eye would need time to heal. But Aemond wasn't known for his patience.

He had avoided all mirrors since the attack. Even covered those in his chambers. He didn't want to see the scar. Aegon had told him that he was no longer handsome - if he ever was - and how difficult it would be for him to find a woman who could bear his ugly face from now on.

He was disfigured. Forever.

And it was all Luke Velaryon's fault. His own nephew had turned him into a monster. He and Jace had taken his eye and they had taken Alyssa from him. If the brothers hadn't attacked him, there would never have been a fight between him and Alyssa. His feelings wouldn't have gotten the better of him and he would never have said those words to her. Everything would have been fine.

But it wasn't.

His best friend had decided to leave King's Landing, his family and himself. Aemond remembered the tears that had flowed incessantly down her cheeks. The pain in her violet eyes. It was his words that caused this. Alyssa had cried because of him. Decided to accompany Princess Rhaenyra and her bastards to Dragonstone for his sake.

He blamed himself for it.

He blamed himself for the loss of his beloved sister's cousin and best friend. Helaena was even more silent and stranger than usual. Talked in riddles that no one understood. Helaena had asked about Alyssa several times after their arrival in the capital. As if she kept forgetting that she already knew the answer. Each time, her questions had made Aemond wince. Had reopened his wounds. Not the ones on his face, but the ones on his heart. Those wounds he would never admit to have.

He blamed himself for the loss of Aegons companion. His brother and Alyssa were not as close as himself and her, but he know that even Aegon missed their cousin. Even if he would‘t admit it. Alyssa was the only one in the family how tried to understand Aegons feelings. She laughed with him, made bets with him and she even spoke for him when the queen was angry at Aegon.

He blamed himself for the loss of his mothers daughter. Even when the two were not related, his mother had lost a daughter. Because of him. Alicent and Alyssa were close and now she was gone. He had driven Alyssa into the arms of their enemies.

He was not sorry for his father. Eben though the king seem to miss his niece as well. He took her in when Alyssa was only a baby, raised her as if she was his kin. Viserys was not a very good father to any of them, but everyone could see that the king liked his niece dearly. But he didn't do anything to stop Alyssas going. He was the king, if he only said no, Alyssa would still be by his side.

If his mother knew that it was Aemond's fault that Alyssa was gone, then his mother would hate him. And because of this hate, he was afraid to tell her the truth.

Alyssa and Alicent were very close. His mother was probably closer to Alyssa than her own children. It had never bothered him because he had never been able to be jealous or angry with Alyssa. The warmth the queen had shown Alyssa, had automatically spread to him and his siblings. Whenever Alyssa was around it seems to him that his mother remembered her duties as a mother, she was nicer, warmer, she cared more. But now this warmth was gone.

Alicent hadn't spoken to her children for the first two days. Not even to her husband. Aemond had even heard that she had locked herself in her own chambers. But he didn't know if that was the truth or just what the servants were saying.

Whether it was the truth or not didn't matter to Aemond either. His mother was grieving and he was the reason for it. On the third day he couldn't take it anymore. No matter where he went, everything reminded him of Alyssa. He had been naïve enough to think she would regret her decision and come back to them. Realizing that she belonged at his side and not among his nephews. But three days had passed and no ship or dragon had brought Alyssa back to him. He went quietly to his mother's room and knocked on the door.

"My prince," Talya, his mother's maid, greeted him. "The queen doesn't want to be disturbed."

"Let him in, Talya," came his mother's voice. But she sounded strangely exhausted, as if she had run for miles or screamed the hole day. His mother was still in bed, her hair was down and she was not dressed for visitors.

"Are you ill, mother?"

Alicent shook her head, trying to smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "No I'm fine. Come here, Aemond.” She patted the covers and Aemond hesitantly walked over to her.

Slowly, using his hands to find his way around the room. He still had to learn to live with only one eye from now on. His vision was limited, his perception impaired.

"You look exhausted, mother."

Alicent sighed and rubbed both hands over her face. "I guess I am. Those were tiring days. The maesters tell me that you are making good progress. Soon you will be able to walk, to dance and even to fight normally again. In a few weeks you will be riding Vhagar through the air.”

She tried to cheer him up, but he didn't deserve it. He lay down next to her, resting his head on her chest. Aemond felt his mother gently stroke his head.

"I miss her," he whispered without meaning to. He hadn't wanted to admit how much it pained him to be away from Alyssa.

"I know," said his mother. "I miss her, too."

Aemond felt tears welling up in his eyes and he hid his face against his mother. "They took her away from us. But they are not allowed to. We have to get her back.”

"Aemond," came his mother's warning. "Yes, they took her away from us, but I am not stupid. I may not know exactly what happened that night, but I saw in Alyssa's eyes. I know she left for a reason. And that reason has to do with you.”

Aemond swallowed. He couldn't tell his mother what he had done. "Maybe she didn't want to be near a monster anymore," he whispered. It was of course not the real reason why Alyssa left, but it could be. Aemond doesn't know what she thought of his scar. Was she disgusted? He hoped not. But he couldn't be sure.

"What do you mean by that?"

Aemond's lips drew into a thin line, he didn't answer. "Aemond, look at me." He did as he was told. "You are not a monster. What the Velaryon boys did to you was not your fault, and had it been up to me, they would have been punished. You lost your eye, but that doesn't make you any less valuable and it certainly doesn't make you a monster.” Alicent swiped his cheek. Ran her fingers over the scar. Aemond only realized he was crying when his mother wiped away the tears. "Alyssa doesn't see you as a monster any more than I do. Do you understand me?"

Aemond bit his lower lip but nodded.

"Tell me. What happened? Did you two fight? Did she do something or did you say something to her?" Alicent sounded as desperate as Aemond felt.

He shook his head. "No, mother." The lie tasted bitter on his tongue.

"Aemond, I can't fix it if I don't know what happened. So talk to me."

He could not. Couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth. He didn't want to see the disappointment on his mother's face like he had seen on Alyssa's face. He was ashamed of what he had said to her. Deeply.

Alicent sighed and pushed Aemond away. "Either you learn to live without her or you find a way to make things right with her. But whatever you decide, Alyssa is gone for now. She is with Daemon and Rhaenyra and they will leave no stone unturned, to get her on their side. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

Aemond nodded. He wasn't a fool like his brother. He understood the feud between his family and that of the princess. If Rhaenyra were to sit on the throne after his father, Aegon and his own life would be a threat to her reign. They were legitimate sons of the king and had the same right to rule as the princess.

"Alyssa may only be half Targaryen and without your father she would be little more than a bastard, but she has the blood of old Valyria in her, as will her children. Daemon and Rhaenyra know that."

"The blood must be pure."

"Yes, that's why we engaged your brother to your sister."

Aemond looked at his mother. "Then you want an engagement between me and Alyssa?"

"It was always a possibility, yes."

Aemond's heart beat faster. That was exactly what he always wanted. He only wanted two things. He wanted to be a dragon rider and Alyssa should stand by his side.

"Your joy is unfounded, my dear son. Alyssa is gone. Now that I am no longer responsible for her, I will not be able to decide who she will marry one day. Now it's up to Daemon Targaryen to decide. Many will come and ask for her hand. And if you want Alyssa as your wife, we're going to have to send an official offer like everyone else. And believe me, your uncle would rather cut off both of his hands than marry one of his daughters to one of my sons."

"But-"

"There are no buts, Aemond. The time will come when we will be at war and every one of those named Targaryen will have a part to play in this fight. Alyssa too."

Aemond's heart clenched at his mother's harsh words.

"No matter what you or she did, Alyssa can't be on our side when living under the same roof as Daemon and Rhaenyra.”

"But she belongs to our family, not to theirs."

Alicent nodded. "I know that. She's one of us. But you made sure that wasn't the case anymore."

Aemond looked down in shame. His mother was right. It was his fault she was gone. “What can we do?" he then asked quietly.

Alicent narrowed his eyes. A dark shadow crossed her face. "I will make sure that Alyssa returns to our family. Maybe she will come back of her own accord, maybe she needs time. If she doesn't, I will make sure that she finds her way back to her true family."

"Can't we get her back right now, mother?" He didn't want to go another night or another day without his best friend. The last three had already been too much. He needed Alyssa.

Alicent sadly shook his head. "My hands are tied."

"I can get her back. I'll take Vhagar, fly to Dragonstone and bring her back."

"And what if she doesn't want to come? What if Daemon won't let her go, or Rhaenyra has already wrapped her around her finger ?"

Aemond pressed his lips together and his hands became fists. "They won't take her away from me."

Alicent looked at her son in silence. She had always known there was a strong bond between Aemond and Alyssa. But they were children, playmates. Now her son spoke like a grown man who would take back what had been taken from him.

"If they don't return her voluntarily, I will burn down Dragonstone and everyone who lives there. Vhagar will be happy to help me."

Alicent smiled at her son and ruffled his silvery white hair. "Patience, my son. It is not yet the time for fire and blood. We are not yet at war. Now it is time to light the way”, Alicent echoed her own houses words.

„They’re not going to hurt her, are they?“

Alicent shook his head. "No, they won't. Although I hate to admit it, she's safe on Dragonstone. Nothing will happen to her there."

That only reassured Aemond in moderation. Who dared to hurt Alyssa he would feed them to Vhagar. But he didn't want to wait for Alyssa to come back to them or for his mother to get her.

He wanted her to be here now. Instantly!

Alicent saw the anger on Aemond's face. "Be aware of what you want, Aemond. Your brother will need you, as will your sister and our entire family."

"I want Alyssa."

"I know. And you shall have her. But first you have to prove yourself worthy of her."

Aemond made a face. Hadn't he already done that? He had claimed Vhagar, the largest dragon in the whole world. She was now under his command. Who could be more worthy of Alyssa than him?

"I have Vhagar."

The queen let out a bitter laugh. "And do you think that will impress Alyssa? Or her Daemon?" Alicent shook his head. "Daemon won't give a shit if you fly Vhagar or any other dragon. He'll marry Alyssa off for political machinations and alliances. And you will not be his first choice or any choice of him."

Anger flared up in Aemond. What had he gone through all this for, even sacrificed an eye, if he wasn't supposed to have Alyssa after all? That was not fair!

"And what must I do to be worthy of her?"

A smile crossed Alicent's face. "Be the man she needs, the man she deserves. You're not a man yet, but soon you will be. And then you'll know what to do."

Aemond frowned blankly. He didn't know what his mother meant. She hadn't answered his question to his satisfaction. He still didn't know what he had to do to prove himself worthy of Alyssa.

But he would find out.

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sleepparalysisdemon112 · 1 year

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Betrothal pt. 2

Pairing: Aemond x Y/n

part 2 to my drabble Betrothal

A/N thank you for the love on my last post, this is not very good and cri gy in some parts, but I hope you still enjoy, once more I am a new writer and simply testing things out, thank you! not proofread btw

Warnings: blood, violence, cringy writing, enemies to lovers, fluff close to the end smut in next chapter

Summary: You have officially married you enemy, now what?

The day of the wedding was one I dreaded entirely.

The week leading up to the wedding we barely spoke, the kiss was enough of a draining experience for a week's worth of socialization. Although something did seem to be different, very slightly, but different. His glares toward me were more of one of an acquaintance, unsure of the person, the loom you give when you are unaware if the person is friend or foe, and that was better than one of hatred.

On the day of the wedding, a feast was held once more all in good fun, with only minimal arguments and occasional violence in the swarm of dancers. The exchanging of vows was most definitely the most nerve-racking experience of my life.

Once the vows, the kiss, and the finals of feasts were complete, we were left alone in our chambers for the night. I lay set up in the plush bed book in hand, I had not much interest in the text, my reading skills were not superb and the material was on older philosophies that had already been proven to be true in present-day times. I was cold but unable to bring myself under the blankets, my night dress a simple piece of silk covering the majority of my body.

When he entered the room, I cursed myself for not yet being asleep. “You are on my side,” he announced.

Without bringing much attention to his remark I responded, “I’m surprised you are not lurching at the very idea of sharing a bed with me,”

He only smirked, “Well, although you are not my most favorite of people I am not a man of dishonor, and as you are my wife I will accept what comes with that,”

I knew better, but I suppose since seeing him again and now being wed I simply couldn’t hold my tongue. I placed the book down on the wooden table beside the bed and sat higher up leaning off the pillows, “and why is that dear husband, why have you never liked me?”

He sighed and sat on the brown chair in the corner of the room, dismissing my question “As your wife, I deserve an answer Aemond,” I rose from the bed and walked over to his chair standing in front of him, as his eyes moved up to stare me down to up. At that moment I felt utterly bare.

“In our youth, I was never once rude to you until you were to me, I had never spoken a word of filth to you and yet you have always treated me with such hatred,” Aemond sat up from the chair causing me to step back, He only gave me one final look, and a simple swipe of a hair from my face before leaving the room, and leaving me in complete confusion.

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The next day was, as usual, avoid each other unless it was seen necessary we were seen together. Later on the day, we are expected to be at the king's family dinner and dance, he stated it was simply for family bonding and to get to know all of the new people in the family.

The day went slow and when it was time for the dinner to begin everyone took their spots at the table and waited for the food to be presented.

I was sat next to Aemond and everyone else besides their husbands or wives. We ate, we laughed, we drank and most all was well, surprisingly Aemond gave me no fuss, he simply observed over the room as he usually does and I talked to Lucerys and Prince Daemond’s Daughters.

It was the dance that caused the chaos. All was well I danced with Aemond when it was seen fit and the rest of the time I sat and drank. It was until I noticed Aemond acting odd for an unknown reason he stood near the wall by the guards talking to Ser Criston Cole before I watched as another guard approached him and whispered in Aemond’s ear. I watched closely before seeing Aemond begin approaching a Lord I did not know the name of and pull out his sword, before swiftly slicing the throat of the man the blood of the man spewing everywhere before his body dropped to the floor.

I stood up from my chair in shock as many others gasped and the room turned to silence.

“This man was observed speaking filth of my lady wife for the third time tonight, and I shall not tolerate it,” Aemond announced to everyone around. Visery’s immediately called the dance to be over and gave an order for everyone to leave the ballroom.

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By the time I was back in our chamber I was very aware of a feeling of nausea in my entire body, I paced the cold floor back and forth waiting for him to appear in our chamber.

When the door opened and a bloody Aemond hastily walked in and stopped on the account of my presence I began my rant, “Aemond do you have any idea what you just did?”

He slightly rolled his eyes and began to speak, “Yes, and I hold no regrets for any of my actions,”

“Was I supposed to allow him to say what he did about you, and not do anything about it?”

“We could have let him off with simple punishment, there was no need for an execution,”

“Believe what you choose dear wife, but I believe I gave him the appropriate punishment,”

“For someone who accuses me to hate me so dearly it almost seems like you do not,” I speak lowly, but he can still hear me. “My wife, I must admit, I have always shown coldness to you, but I do not hate you and I never will no matter how much I hate myself for it,”

I approach him slowly and stand chest to chest with him looking up into his eyes, “Why must you be ashamed to accept me?”

“Because in all truth you have always been better than me, you’ve made me weak and I couldn’t allow myself to be around you because if I did I feared you would consume me, and I wouldn’t be able to let go,”

I stood in shock and could only stare up at him.

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imthefemalemonster · 1 year

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Hey love! I just read "Checkmate" and although it's all very well written that part got me too "(…) Daemon read your mind like an open book when you started to show interest in his nephew. It both surprised you, but Aemond never hid his obsession for long with you both." (mainly the Aemond part) so I was wondering if you could elaborate on an imagine/oneshot (with some nsfw at the end) of how the beginning of their relationship was (an Aemond pov about daemon and reader would be really appreciated) please ?

Hello honey, thank you! I love putting some foreshadowing or my thoughts of how I see the characters without necessarily having time to develop them in heavy smut fics so I'll be very happy to oblige! Did my best, hope you like it ~ ♡

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IMAGINE (Checkmate Prequel) : Daemond x Female!Reader - Daemon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader (Fluff, a little little smut)

Tags: Imagine, Fluff & Smut, Mostly Fluff & context, A little smut (as a treat), Kisses, Established relationship, Threesome, Not beta read I'm [gunshots]

Note: This is a sort of prequel to this, but can be read as a standalone of how Aemond would meet you (reader) and Daemon in an already established relationship and join you! It’s more an imagine/drabble sort of work than an entire fic. (divided in parts following each others)

Words: ~2400

Love at first sight

The day was bright, as bright as her eyes when Aemond saw them for the first time, as bright as his uncle's charisma and confidence. He felt like he stopped breathing, like air had left his body when later he thought of you again. It was the very first time he felt that way, one he could not quite explain yet. It made his hands moist, his lips dry, his legs shake, his mind wander. He knew you were Daemon’s new wife, a loving wedding most rare. Aemond was impressed by both your presence, your bond, by something he never knew he would crave. He paid little attention to others, but since he was a child he wanted to be what Daemon was. The attention he received, the praises as much as the fear. When you walked at his side, he desired you as much as his uncle.

It was dangerous. He never dared to talk to you, apart from some greetings, he exchanged but a few words with Daemon, unable to maintain a conversation for long as his mind went blank from staring into the impressive lilac orbs, the sword he obsessed so long over always at the man’s side. So instead, he watched, he observed you, from afar. The delicacy in your motions, your hands, your face. Your voice soft and full of confidence, the power of a woman walking alongside the most loved and feared man in the Kingdom. He thought often, maybe trying to forget, to dissuade himself from persevering into his obsession, about what he loved with you both. The lady was smart, he was her in the library a few times, he speech was clever and sophisticated. Her laugh like the morning sun, shy but shining. Her smile motherly, reassuring, a caress on a pained skin. At her side, danger crawled. A man Aemond only wished to be, even a part, the smaller part of him he could take. If he was half the man his uncle was, he would be pleased. He was his own but he walked in his path, obsession mixing with jealousy, with love. The Rogue Prince had the charisma, the voice, the weapon. Dark Sister could slice him in half, he would be thankful.

Once at night he had lost himself, lost the path of the Gods as he let the darkest places in his mind take control. He craved to be held, to touch you, to be touched. The burning and forbidden embrace who would make it a hundred times better. But he would not cross the line, he would leave himself into his hand only, once finished, falling to sleep, a coma of regrets and fascination.

Smiles and touches

One day, the first smile, a direct smile at him came during dinner. He saw you sitting across the table, next to Daemon as always. It penetrated him like a thousand blades, breaking his body into pieces he would never collect again, because you weren’t reacting to anything he said or did. Everyone was talking, he was here, his face met yours in absolute coincidence, and you smiled. From pure politeness he thought at first, but when you tilted your head a big, jewelry revealed on your neck and ears, he felt something shift. A hardness inside and outside him, one he had to excuse himself for a few minutes later. Your iris never left his mind.

Often he met you at the library, a silent reunion, a few times you discussed. Some words were said about poetry, about a book you longed to read and that he found for you. Once he finished it, he gave it to you. When his lady presented herself to him, her whole figure a delight in her dress, for a moment, when fingers touched under the book, brushing each other, stars aligned, clouds and wind stopped in quiet unison, the sun felt like melting Aemond into the digits’ embrace that only lasted a second. When you both parted away, you turned not without a smirk on your lips, a message Aemond would take time to decipher, more complicated than any philosophy he had ever read.

The one coming from Daemon was more abrupt, and more surprising, yet just as wonderful, overwhelming. After a long, and boring dinner, people started to leave, excusing themselves for various reasons which most were exhaustion. Aemond felt no different, tired from the day of training, riding, and meetings. You had disappeared between a wall, both hidden by people lost in uninteresting conversation. He couldn’t watch you, see you, stare at you both anymore, it was time to retire and leave his mind to do the rest. But when he walked past the group, he felt a touch, like a sting. He turned around to only expect people facing away from him, but surprised, his face flushing into deep red, he found himself staring into Daemon’s eyes. He had scratched his back, pulling playfully on his hair when walking past. The younger Prince's face was cold outside, melting inside, he said nothing as the older man smirked, malicious. When Aemond went to sleep that night, he wondered if his uncle thought about him, about brushing his hair and taking care of him.

First Kiss

Once his lady crossed the line. When you returned a book he loved most, one that he had given to you, he felt his body shiver, almost collapse when he felt your soft lips on his cheeks. It was quick, almost stolen, as fast as the wind, hot like a fire. He had no time to answer or react as you left, he just stood here in the library, facing into nothing.

Obsession became hunger. He thought about this for days. Relief into his own hand wasn’t enough. It was bad, he thought. It was wrong. It was not supposed to happen. But he couldn’t hold it anymore. His uncle and his wife were on his mind all day. It hurt, but your kiss felt like a bandage easing an open wound. But it kicked a more dangerous door open.

When you left the training grounds that day, blinking toward him, a smile on your face, Aemond followed. Gods be damned, a game was being played and he wouldn’t lose. Behind a column he found you, head leaned against the hard rock as he approached, looking so tender, so calm, so naive. But he knew, deep inside, what you both desired. Gods be damned again, if he was meant to burn, might it be consuming you whole with him. Mouths clashed, collapsed, tongues massaging, a laugh into the kiss as his lack of experience showed, but it was soft and not mean.

“Gods.”

Aemond jumped at the sound. Gods could wait, maybe forgive him, but certainly not his uncle. He was a dead man.

“Having fun without me, Princess?”. The Rogue Prince raised an eyebrow. Aemond saw you tense, feet kicking the floor, body made smaller by his gaze.

“I told you to wait for me, didn't I?”. Confusion wasn’t a strong enough word for the younger Prince. He only realized seconds later.

“You planned that, didn't you?”

He observed you as you raised your head to face him, his face flushed, filled with a mix of fear and confusion. A delight to witness.

“Hmm”, you hummed naively, finger brushing his leathered arm, feeling him move backward.

“I-I’m sorry”, he stuttered.

“What for?”, asked Daemon, voice deep but strangely reassuring, like he had found two kittens in a tree.

“It’s wrong”, he tried to find the right words if there was any, “I shouldn-”

“Enough, my Prince.”

Aemond swallowed his own saliva, probably his last before his head hit the floor.

“I’m just frustrated she got it first.”

The younger Prince's face moved into pure incomprehension.

“He wanted to kiss you too.”, you mewled.

Aemond had one chance. Take it.

“What - What’s stopping him n-now?”

Daemon smirked, visage painted with renewed vigor and satisfaction. The distance was closed in a step, a hand behind the back of the boy’s neck, holding him steady against hot, much more experienced lips. Even the best of stories didn’t have two kisses from the lovers you were obsessed with within the same minutes. A day to remember.

Hanging out

Aemond noticed his uncle and his wife’s presence more and more at the training ground after the first kiss. You would watch as they trained until night sometimes. Swords clashing until mouths take control. The same battle, different grounds. Daemon would win over Aemond anytime, but he wouldn't mind it much. However Aemond was aware of the looks, the remarks, so instead you started, the three of you, to disappear into the dragonpit, on the back of Caraxes and Vhagar, into the sky, far away from the castles and the rumors. Aemond never had you with him, not at first. You rode with Daemon all the time, until one day the older man met with Aemond’s stare toward them, and he proposed that you rode Vhagar with him instead. Aemond couldn’t express how joyful and rewarded he felt at the trust he was given by Daemon.

But still, Aemond preferred staying discreet, not that he feared people finding out, even if that didn’t make him comfortable, but simply because he would enjoy both of your presence alone rather than in public. Whoever dares to comment on the situation would probably have to face Daemon's thin patience, the ones who tried had their head on the floor faster than it takes a person to blink. It reassured Aemond to have him at his side, if Daemon allowed it, then nothing could happen to him, or you.

So that’s why when Daemon proposed to meet in his room at night, Aemond felt shy at first, but still he came. He was pleased to find you both sitting on the couch, at peace, reading books and poetry. He knew of your passion for these since he had seen you so many times in the library, he was pleased to see Daemon shared it too. So Aemond happily joined both his newfound lovers. Standing aside at first, he liked to read you philosophy, or history, he saw in your eyes how you drank all his words, soft smiles, delicate touches on his arms, days after days getting closer, until your head rested on his shoulders, until Aemond rested on Daemon and you on both of them. Daemon would add his own stories, historical events, wars and battles he took part in, tourneys he won, places he traveled to. Aemond was simply fascinated. He looked like he lived five lives in one. Often Aemond would leave his lovers when it was deep in the night, seeing you half asleep. Daemon had proposed to him to stay but he refused at first. When the nights got colder and colder, when Aemond felt lonely and missed you, he accepted. Nothing happened more than soft touches, smiles and kisses exchanged in absolute bliss.

First Time

Aemond was waiting outside, wondering if he heard well. He was inexperienced, but not stupid. Behind the heavy wooden door, he swore he heard . The first time he turned back, leaving. No words were said the day after apart from a few questioning glances exchanged as to why he had not joined you and Daemon this night. He was well aware you knew. Daemon was in charge, as always, it was how the relationship was built, so he was the one to talk to Aemond about taking the relationship further, if he wished. Aemond couldn’t hide the obsession he had with the both of you, he never wanted to. Not even days after seeing you for the first time, he thought about you at night. When seeing Daemon again he couldn’t get him out of his mind. He wanted his attention and touches, he wanted your soft smiles. It took weeks before kissing you, and a few days more to hang out daily, another to see each other at night, now sleeping together… intimate bonding was the next step for him. But his lack of experiences, or difficult experiences, made him withdrawn, timid and fearful. It took him days to decide after the incident, but soon he couldn’t hold it anymore. At the end, he knew Daemon would guide him.

The very first night, the very first time, Aemond tried to remain confident. But inside he was a mess, mind full of questions, but none had found answers, yet. Daemon would lead, as always, you were both his and his only, submissive and loving. When it started, sensual touches and naked kisses, Aemond never needed to voice his concern or uncomfort you both to see it.

“Tell me.”, voices whispered, “Talk to me.”, they said. Aemond listened, he was loved, reassured. “What do you want.”, they felt like fire burning the skin after a day of rain.

So it began Smiles and smirks, hands running down bodies, ablaze on wanting skin. Clothes on the floor, voices low, praises and moans in an obscene orchestra. Aemond wanted to be manhandled. So he let Daemon in charge, hands starting on the chin, locking him in place, deep and noisy kisses exchanged, one attacking his mouth, the other the cheeks. Hair loosened, bodies on the bed, mouth moving from face to neck, biting, nibbling at the skin. Hands on waist, legs spread and bodies meeting, rutting. There was no real sexual intercourse the first time, letting Aemond learn, adapt, adjust and feel. As you all fell asleep naked against one another, he stayed here, eye open, breaths steady. When he closed his single eye, he could feel the touches all over again, and so he swore next time, he would take it to the next step.

The day after Aemond couldn’t think straight, he only craved for the night and the stars in the sky to show, he knew that he would find you both again. When the dark came, he pathed to Daemon’s room, already waiting for him. And this night was the one that sealed it. Daemon inside him, his loving lady puffy lips lips against his. The sight of you and your husband thrusting deep, just for the sight of him. Moans, saliva, sweat and seeds mixed, words said. I love you. I need you. Take me. Take us both and make us yours. Daemon took these sentences, drinking into them like the finest one, you were his, his nephew and his wife. Aemond would remember this night, and all the other after and forever.

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mondstaub1 · 1 year

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Modern/ABO Lucemond fanfiction

- When Viserys died he left everything to his daughter, brother and grandkids (Rhaenyras kids of corse) several houses and mansions around the world, his company, his money, stocks .... all in all several millions $

- So Alicent and her kids were left with nothing and in a terrible finacel situation since:

- Aegon (beta) was a highschool dropout with a alcohol and gambeling problem

- Alicent (omega) never worked before (she was a gold digger, or used as one, that is up for discussion)

- Daeron was in middle school (alpha)

- Helaena (beta) had graduated from highschool but had problems with autism (everyone else had problems she is just so sweet, not her fault her family can't see that) so she was working part time with kids

- Aemond (omega) was about to finsh highschool and since he could not bare to leave his family could not go to collage

- Otto is dead (we are all so sad) (Daemon problably threw a party)

- So they moved into a small aparment and tried to find work with was difficult for several reasons, mostly their lack of experience, Aegons drinking problem and the fact that most people were freaked out by Aemonds eyepatch

- All of them got paid the bare minimum wgrn the had jobs and whenever they had a bite saved up Aegon would spend it on himself

- So in his desperation Aemond used his status as an Omega and got a job as a dancer at a stripp club (Alicent nearly fainted)

- He danced behind a one way mirror so he never saw who he danced for and who it was his was undressing himself for (no touching ever)

- Aemond also took hormons to make his chest and ass grow (he hated the way it made him feel and look but he needed the money)

- Meanwhile Rhaenyra, Daemond and their family ran the buisness and slowly everyone grew up - Jace (beta) studied business to one day take over the company

- Luke after turning out to be an alpha to everyones suprise went to Driftmark to study merean biology and he learnt how to sail from his grandfather

- Joffrey beta got into highschool and played sports (he already had offers from collages for a full scolorship -

- Aegon and Viserys got into a privat school which they enjoyed and Visenya enjoyed her life as Rhaenyras youngest and daddys little girls with lots of sibling so spoil her (not presented)

- Baela (alpha) became an aphlate and Rhaena (omega) studied language and traveled

- After Luke graduated and passed his sailer purment Jace and some of Lukes friend dragged him to a stripped club (guess with one)

- They insisted Luke should have some fun and hired a stripper for a privat dance, they heard of a stripper nicknamed ,,The pirat" and thought it would be perfect to celebrat Luke offically becoming a sailer.

- Luke blushed but let himself be talked into it and the moment he saw the half naked omega through the one way mirror he felt his jaw drop, because in front of him dancinging in the most suductive poses was his oncle whom he had not seen since he was 14

- Aemond had chanced, he used to be so scary and intimidating and now he was dancing around a pole in a string tanger and a BH that seemed so small, well that did not matter when he took it of.

- Luke knew he sould look away but he couldn't and he didn't want to.

- The last time they talked Aemond told him he was a dirty bastard and his mother a whore, so this felt like sweet karma and honestly Aemond was hot

- So Luke sat there hard and with a shit eating grin, watching his uncle dance

- Once it was over Luke claped an said "Wow uncle, it's so nice to see you again. Even if I honestly didn't expect to see so much"

- Aemond went first pale and then red before he grabbed his underwear and ran away mortified

- Luke couldn't help but chuckel before going back to his brother and friends, but he decided not to tell anyone about Aemond.

- Aemonds heart nearly stopped when he heard the voice of his nephew, it had been years since the had seen each other but somehow he know instandly that it was Lucerys. Blood shot into his face once he became aware of the state he was in and so he flet, like the coward he once acussed Luke of being.

- His face burned, his intire body burned with shame, how was Luke even hear? This had to be a nightmare. But it wasn't and he knew it.

- At the end of the shift one of his coworkers aproched him and handed him money, saying it was a tip from one of his clients. Aemond knew immediatly from whom it was.

-He wanted to throw it away but he was not in a situation in with he could turn down money, so he took the 200$, feeling dirtier then ever before.

- The next day at breakfeast his mother anounced that they would meet with Rhaenrya at their old home, to celebrate Lukes graduation.

-Aemond wanted to die, he didn't want to face Lucerys, he didn't know it he could but it seems like he had no choice.

- On the other end of town Luke was grinning after this mother told him his aunte and uncle would attend the party thown in his honor. He could no wait to see Aemond again.

#aemond x lucerys #hotd #lucemond #mortification #pole dancer Aemond #sailer Lucerys #modern au #a/b/o fanfic #rich Lucerys

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bisexualpussy · 2 years

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hey listen to me no for real listen to me

if you are under 16 and have a discourse blog

delete that shit rn im serious

you do not need to be advertising your borderline/outright political and moral ideologies to strangers for any reason, actively engaging in discourse opens up so many avenues for echo chambers while just overall deteriorating your mental health

just delete the damn blog and reblog some funny gifsets, enjoy your time on the internet instead of filling it with vitriol

#discourse #daemond talks #this is bc of an influx of minors with ''social issues'' blogs #i get it.#i understand.#everything feels like it sucks and you want to make a change but a discourse blog does nothing.

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Tiny to be a Strong... but too much Strong to be a Velaryon

Based on my Small and Tinny! Lucerys AU & “THE fight scene at Nyra's engagement to Laenor”

But Lucemond.

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So, Lucerys stays... small.

Literally, While Jace and Joffrey grow big and strong like Hardwin once did, thus proving their Strong genes.... Lucerys stayed tiny. Jace and Joffrey got those wonderfull stoned chin, fearless eyes, broad shoulders, firm muscles, bushy eyebrows, untamed hair... if it weren't for her mother's delicate features mixed in everywhere, and that grandmother Rhaenys showed portraits of her relatives with wavy hair and dark hair and familiar features... well, her legitimacy would have been judged much more harshly than before.

Those pictures helped a lot to protect Jace and Joffrey, but not Luke... he couldn't even look like a Targaryen or a Velaryon in his entirety.

Even Viserys, Alicent, Daemond and Rhaenyra start to doubt if everything with Lucerys is okay, I mean, even if he doesn't grow like his siblings, he should at least have made the first growth spurts by now; but nothing happens. Corlys occasionally, to lighten the mood, jokes with his wife that the Velaryons are late bloomers, Rhaenys also would do some light comments during the nobleship assamble saying about her Baratheon ancestry, that not all desensitised children grow up quickly. Even Viserys would mention that Daemon grew a little slower until he hit puberty and grew like a weed. Laenor also started claming that he stayed small until he began to accompany his father and uncle in their battles at sea.

“He’s just takign his time, like my son, like my, like any other memeber of my family did before any of us. Give some air to grow up“ the Lord of the Seas said once.

But even Corlys cannot deny that Lucerys does not seem to be growing in any way. Even Aegon, who did not grow as tall as Rhaenyra, Healena and Aemond, still stands at the height expected of a Valyrian... What about Lucerys?

And, of course, that begins to affect Lucerys and his entire family dynamic with him.

In the beginning, during the first years of his puberty, Jace and Joffrey would start to pass him the things that Lucerys can't reach because he's not as tall as they are. Worse when Baela and Rhaena started to even surpass him and help him was when Lucerys noticed a difference.

Jace increasingly changed clothes and protection equipment, as he grew wider and taller, even Joffrey followed him, always cover him like they were his protectors, but Lucerys remained in the same knightly guards and always left behind. And he could not lie when he noticed that Daemond asked the smiths to have all his weapons modified exclusively for his size.... Even Joffrey didn't use those small swords?!

Alicent would sometimes call him a little prince (unable to resist forgetting all the resentment she once felt, when she noticed that all his ceremonial clothes made him look so adorable for how small Lucerys looked in comparison to his other siblings.), and Corlys would put a special seat on Arrax's saddle after he saw that even the dragon was bigger and he couldn't see well. Viserys had also sent to fix some furniture in King's Landing just so Lucerys's seat wouldn't make it him look smaller.

It wouldn't have been a problem if after a while his accelerated growth would appear.... but it didn't. Years went by and he still remained small.

And, the last straw for Lucerys, was when even Ser Cole, who used to be a real jerk to him, put him on a child's mount to teach him how to ride a jousting horse properly. And if that wasn't enough, he even gave him the soft pads inside his armour!

Ser Cole was no longer looking at him ugly, or with pity, he was basically looking at him in awe and talking to him as if he were younger than Daeron.

And his mother even encouraged him to do it!

How dare they?

He was no little prince, he was a Valyrian heir as strong and powerful as any of his brothers or cousins!

And so it went on... until a meeting of nobles.

The music, the dancing and the drinking never seemed to stop... and just for that, a fist fight, something some might have predicted, happened.

All the princes and princesses were in the thick of it, Aegon landing the occasional accurate blow against the daring, Jace and Joffrey had managed to pull their aunt Haelena and the twins out of the tumults. Daeron (who had recently been visiting) was even spared only because Aegon threw him out of the fight before he himself got out.

It was just him and Aemond... who seemed to be clearly stressed about not having his blind side covered.

Of course, the Greens and the Blacks continued their internal political squabbles. But they still shared dragon blood in their veins and none of that was going to stop them from protecting each other.

So, taking advantage of his small stature, he squeezed through all the idiots kicking and punching each other, got to his uncle Aemond, who had miraculously managed to squeeze in next to a pillar... and carried him.

No one knows whether the fight ended because several Lords started shouting at their guards to stop it all or because they were all frightened to see the new rogue prince moving through the crowd like a sack of potatoes.

But everyone was amazed to see the ageless little prince, Lucerys' new nickname, carrying his uncle. An uncle who was twice his size, weighed probably three times as much, and who kept moving and shouting in high Valyrian as if he were an animal about to enter the slaughterhouse.

After that no one else dared to raise a row for the rest of the night.

But if Aemond blushed when he saw Lucerys carrying heavy things.... well.

No one would say anything about it.

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