#omega lucerys

[eeveseeve]

omegaverse betrothed lucemond is by far my favorite dynamic

Luke: after we wed, Aemond will delight in making my life miserable, i bet he is already full of plans to make me suffer for the rest of my days, he hates me.

Aemond, head empty: hmmm pretty wife

#omegaverse #omega lucerys #alpha aemond #house of the dragon #lucemond #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, where Rhaenyra dies from Alicent's knife)

Rhaenyra died protecting Lucerys from Alicent's knife after she tried to take his eye.

After that day, Alicent was supposed to be executed, however Otto pulled strings, and though Viserys was extremely reluctant, he was forced to imprison her in her chambers indefinitely, with no one allowed to visit her, instead.

She has gone crazy, screaming that she didn't mean to, that it wasn't her intention. No one cared what she had intended. The Heir is dead. The Queen killed her. That is the truth that rang all throughout Westeros.

Corlys and Rhaenys, angered that Viserys allowed the green queen to live, immediately sprung into action. They told Viserys that Rhaenyra's children are not safe while the murderer, her followers, and her children lived in the Red Keep. They asked that they would live with them, in Driftmark instead. Unsurprisingly, Viserys was adamant that they'd stay, that he had already lost his (only) daughter, and that he refuses to lose her children too.

Daemon then appeared and the three fought to convince Viserys to send Jacaerys and Joffrey to Dragonstone, where Daemon will personally raise and train them alongside Rhaenys. Rhaenys, who was trained since the beginning to be the heir to the king, unlike Viserys, can teach Jacaerys everything he needed to know about ruling. And Joffrey would be taught under Daemon, to raise and train him as a prince and a warrior.

Corlys would have Lucerys in Driftmark, to be raised and taught the ways of the heir of Driftmark. Though Viserys was at first adamant to keep them all there, even going so far as threatening to imprison them, he eventually agreed when he saw the three boys and their cousins gathered together, crying their hearts out.

And so, they left, and it was a horrible thing, to convince both Jacaerys and Joffrey to let go of Lucerys so soon after they lost their mother, and to hear Lucerys crying, begging them not to separate them, but it had to be done, and so they were separated, with Lucerys only having Baela as company. Together, they mourned their losses.

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Time passed, and news spread. The two princes in Dragonstone grew, both presented as an alpha, but the one in Driftmark...

He presented as omega. What shocked the people was the fact that Corlys was insistent in keeping Lucerys as heir, despite it all. But they remembered how he fought for his wife's claim, and now, it was less than surprising that he continues to fight for his grandson's. Unfortunately, he had to fight once more in the Stepstones, calling Rhaenys and Rhaena back to Driftmark, with Lucerys already acting as heir despite his age.

It was to no one's surprise that Vaemond, coward that he is, decided to go against his brother's claim after ensuring that his brother is injured in the Stepstones. He plotted with Otto, who managed to keep his position despite everything, and the hearing was set.

Daemon, Jacaerys and Joffrey first arrived, and everyone was curious to see how much they changed. Jacaerys was calm and collected, a charming man, he had the stance of a proud general, one that is used to leading and fighting, a perfect mixture of one taught by the Queen Who Never Was, and the Rogue Prince of the City. Joffrey, unfortunately, was taught entirely by Daemon, and it showed. It was like the second coming of Daemon, a charming little boy, but there was a viciousness hidden in him.

Then came Rhaenys, Baela, Rhaena, and Lucerys. The crowd that gathered couldn't help but stare at Lucerys. Ignoring his coloring, he was the mixture of both Rhaenyra and Aemma, his face schooled like Rhaenys, calm, without a hint of anxiousness. Like he just came to visit instead of the truth, where he had to defend himself and his claim. He had long lost his need to hide behind the people he loved. Corlys ensured that he would be able to stand on his own, to have pride in himself.

He wore a dress his mother would have worn, a dress with the designs of old Valyria, but instead of black and red, like his brothers, he wore blue. What made it all scandalous was the fact the he, an omega, came into court collarless.

Jacaerys and Joffrey all but ran to him, and his facade cracked, revealing a sweet smile reserved only for them.

Jacaerys and Lucerys walked around the castle walls, Daemon had a hard time taking Joffrey away, since they needed to see his brother, the King, and Daemon did not trust Joffrey out of his sight.

Jacaerys and Lucerys strolled around like they had lived in the Red Keep all their lives, ignoring the stares, and eventually made it to the training grounds, where they saw their uncle Aemond defeating Cris Cole, apparently not caring for tourneys.

When he turned to see them, he ignored Jacaerys, and his eye lingered on Lucerys. Specifically on his shoulder and unprotected neck. Lucerys and Jacaerys glared, for him, their mother died. He owed them a debt, and sooner or later, it will be paid. They soon entered the courtroom, and glared at Otto, who dared to sit on the throne.

When Vaemond was finished with his bouts, Lucerys began his own, until Viserys came to defend his grandchildren. Viserys reinstated Lucerys as heir to Driftmark, ignoring Vaemond's words, angering him enough to call the three bastards, and Lucerys, an Omegan whore.

He kept his tongue, the rest of his head, however, separated from his body, and Dark Sister was fed with blood again.

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With the dinner comes the problem. Alicent, for the first time in years, was allowed to leave her room, to the anger of every single person besides the greens.

The argument started when Viserys decided to betroth Lucerys and Aemond.

All hell broke lose, however, when Alicent called Lucerys "Rhaenyra", and he asked if she planned to kill him too.

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So, thoughts? Violent reactions?

If anyone wishes to create a full fanfic with this setting, please tell me!

#aemond targaryen #aemond x lucerys #lucemond #lucerys velaryon #lucerys x aemond #aemond one eye #alpha aemond #omega lucerys #rhaenyra is dead #alicent went insane

[minteaspoon]

“Take Me”

a/n: viserys is cackling in the background of this lmao, this is also abo, but you can ignore that if ya want idc

daemyra gets a taste of their own medicine with lucemond, and the same exact situation that happened between them happening with the second sons>:)

bold and italics are Valyrian!!!

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It was a day of celebration for everyone in Kings Landing.

The day celebrated the betrothal of Lucerys Velaryon to the second son of House Tully.

Inside the main hall, in front of the Iron Throne, music and dancing and laughing could be heard and seen.

The Lords and Ladies galavanted and gossiped, danced and sang, feasted and laughed.

Some looked over at the Heir to the Driftmark Throne, sat next to his soon-to-be-husband with the Queen and Prince Consort sat beside them, to gauge the brunette’s expressions.

Others couldn’t careless as long as they were able to satisfy their greed.

However, one wasn’t.

The One-Eyed second son of former Queen Alicent Hightower and late King Viserys Targaryen, first of his name.

His keen eye kept track of every little detail on his nephew’s face, not once looking away.

Soon, the nephew catches his eye, and the two gaze into each other’s violet and dark orbs, taunting each other to make a move.

It was the uncle who followed through.

Walking towards his seated heart, he stands at his side, and raises a palm up to offer a dance. It catches the attention of all those in attendance, though they attempt to look dismissive and uncaring.

Lucerys stared at the offered hand, before putting his own on top, and was pulled away from his betrothed and soon to be husband after the feasts and festivities to officiate the marriage.

Sauntering to the center was rather easy, as the excited crowd parted, whispering to one another of how Luke’s first dance wasn’t with his betrothed at their own wedding, but with his own uncle - whom he maimed in their childhood.

The nephew-uncle duo soon started a chain of dance as the music picks up, and more Lords and Ladies join them on the dance floor.

“Do you not feel bored at this procession, my dear nephew? It’s rather dull, and lacks the appeal of a true wedding befitting one of the blood of Old Valyria,” Aemond starts, leaning his head in to whisper to his nephew’s ear.

His eye looked around, and he makes contact with the silently furious gaze of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Black Queen.

“No, uncle, I find I rather like a dull wedding with so little fanfare. I rather dislike an obnoxiously jubilant one, it makes me feel rather…overwhelmed.”

Aemond twirls his heart, before the brunette quickly hits their hips back together with a soft thud of clothing.

“My dear uncle, I fear this betrothal to a mere second son of a lower House would prove to be unfruitful, and utterly flat,” Lucerys softly whines, leaning his head closer to his uncle’s neck.

His warm breath tickles the fuzz on Aemond’s neck.

“You play a dangerous game, my little dragon.”

“We’ve been playing this game since the day you and I came into this world.”

Aemond hums, “this game can go no further, my Lord Nephew, you will be leaving me behind for a mere second son of House Tully. He knows naught of our House, it’s traditions nor its history.”

“Then take me.”

The two went silent for a few moments, their eyes fixated on each other.

“My dear uncle, you know of our family’s importance, of our family’s history and it’s traditions. You’ve known me since I was but a mere babe. You’ve known me for longer than my betrothed.”

Aemond and Lucerys have long stopped their waltz, halting in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded and covered by a distracted and exuberant crowd from the eyes of outsiders. Their heads were leaned in close to each other, foreheads touching, cheeks nearly doing the same. They could feel each other’s exhales on their lips every time they took a breath. All while they kept their eyes on each other.

“So take me, uncle. Cut through the Queensguard. Take me in the tradition of our House. Take me to Dragonstone, and make me your husband, and I’ll make you mine.”

Suddenly, Aemond’s hand shoots forward, and clutches a side of Lucerys’s face. The alpha’s fingers at the back of the omega’s head, threading through his dark curls, roughly grabbing onto the loose strands.

“My Lord Dragon-“

A loud shout came from the Royal Table.

Daemon had stood up, and unsheathed Dark Sister, and was pointing its sharp blade at his one eyed nephew.

Aemond covers Luke, and whispers gently and quickly into his ear, so that only he could hear the next words coming from his mouth;

“Meet me on the back of Arrax tonight, I shall ensure you and that Tully man shall never wed nor know of the marriage bed, now and forever more. We shall fly swiftly to Dragonstone to wed, and consummate our long-overdue marriage in front of the Septons, and Maesters, and Maids. For you, Lucerys Velaryon, are my dearest heart.”

#lucemond #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #hbo house of the dragon #hbo hotd #hotd #omegaverse #omega lucerys #alpha aemond #daemon targeryan #rhaenyra targaryen #viserys i targaryen #house targaryen #house velaryon #driftmark #aemond x lucerys #daemyra

[dreamymoonpearl]

A!Aemma at the funeral of her “beloved” husband who died from a horrible and “unfortunate” car accident, watching her nephew, O!Lucerys, approach to offer his condolences for her loss.

Aemma's head: *I'm going to finally destroy that puss¥ and get that wh0re of my nephew fat with my child*

Lucerys: I'm really sorry for your loss auntie, if you need something please let me know.

Aemma: Thank you…please come tomorrow to my house…I don’t want to be alone…

#lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucemond #fem!aemond #alpha aemond #alpha aemma #pussyboy #omega Lucerys

[leiabird]

But like imagine Aemond and Lucerys not leaving Storm's End because of the storm and instead staying the night. And Aemond is of course like ‘fuck Lord Boros I'm going to take what I'm owed’ and sneaks into Lucerys’ chambers. He gets there and pins his nephew to his bed, dagger placed underneath Lucerys’ eye and Lucerys wakes up and is scared shitless. And Aemond relishes in it, in his nephew's panic until he smells it. Lucerys’ scent is the scent of an omega. His mother had hidden the fact that her second son was an omega as to not have his claim on Driftmark questioned further. And now in such close proximity with an Alpha his suppressants wear of and his heavenly scent fills Aemond's nose. He buries his face in his nephews neck to breathe in more of this addictive scent and his lips are brushing against Lucerys’ skin and Lucerys let’s out a moan sweeter than anything Aemond has ever heard. And suddenly, suddenly there is a new way in which he can take his revenge, a way in which he can take something away from Lucerys, a way he can take Lucerys himself-

And I might write that out later.

Edit: I posted it :) It’s here on tumblr and on my ao3

#my thoughts at 1 am #gods what have I done #how is this the thing that gets me back into writing #lucemond #fanfic #fic prompt #fanfic prompt #fanficiton #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucerys x aemond #hotd #house of the dragon #omega lucerys #alpha aemond #omegaverse #smut #lucemond smut

[lady-lya]

Omega Prince Lucerys Velaryon, accepting his uncle Aemond's suit after the alfa won a tournament in honour of Jacaerys and Aegon's first born and crowned him as the Omega of Love and Beauty

#lucemond #my edit #lucerys valeryon #lucerys x aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond x lucerys #alpha omega #alpha aemond #omega lucerys

[heroskatman]

#LucemondWeek Day 4 M-peg

A baby is coming~

-Hero Skatman

#lucemond #lucemondweek2023 #lucemondweek #aemond x lucerys #aemondtargaryen #lucerys velaryon #omegalucerys #alpha aemond #hotd #house of the dragon #omegaverse #omega lucerys #strongboy #heroskatman

[pinkcatto]

I had to draw him, if I don't...well

In another note, I am still saving on that tablet

#omega lucerys #lucemond

[aemondbtch]

Hey guys just posted a new Lucemond!au where the Greens won :)

#aemond x lucerys #lucemond #alpha aemond #omega lucerys #jacegon

[patolemus]

Au with abo where Aemond and Lucerys are the only survivors of their families, and they decide to marry in an effort to save what is left of their House.

The implications of this are just great because they rightfully hate each other, but on the other hand… they are tired.

Their House has destroyed itself from the inside out because there were people who just couldn’t stop craving for power that wasn’t theirs to have. They were all used and manipulated for years until the only viable option was to fight each other.

And the thing is, both Aemond and Lucerys are a direct product of that. Aemond lost an eye because the division of their House was so great a fight between children got out of control to the point of extreme violence. He will never get it back. This incident will follow him forever. The realm will always know him as the One-Eyed Prince.

Lucerys lives with whispers behind his back. He lives with whispers told to his face. Everyone looks at him and thinks ‘that’s a bastard’. He is a prince of the realm, he is set to inherit a great sit of power in Westeros, and all he can think of is that he doesn’t deserve it. His claim is fake, and the only thing keeping it afloat is his Grandsire’s approval.

It is their encounter at Storm’s End that starts the Dance of the Dragons. It’s fitting that they too end it back at their ancestral home.

They have both lost their dragons. Everyone else in their House is dead. They are alone against a world that is ready to tear them apart if they think they have a chance to sit on the Iron Throne.

But House Targaryen can only fall by House Targaryen. And they refuse to let it happen.

They are alone and desperate, it is them against a court full of vipers ready to slit their throats. Their feud may be deep but for their House and all that their families fought for, they will stand united. Even if it means marrying each other, tethering themselves to the other until the Stranger claims them both.

They will get House Targaryen back to its former glory, no matter what they have to do for it.

Perzys ānogār.

Fire and blood.

#writing prompt #lucemond #they both reign together as King and King Consort #haven’t decided who would be the alpha and who the omega but it works both ways #they don’t like it but they decide to have as many kids as they can so they marry each other and start populating their House again #together they make one (1) whole targaryen and a nobleman so it works fine but diluting the blood any more is risky business #so they’ll have to keep it in the family for a while #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x lucerys velaryon #hotd #i may add more

[jaegonsmoon]

Soooooo instead of taking his eye luke bit aemonds mating gland 😂 which makes the family fight at driftmark 100 times more awkward and everyone just trying to make it about politics but it’s really about a school yard crush that got out of hand

oh oh!!! but imagine.

Imagine if they hadn’t presented yet, and they’re already bonded by accident. So it’s a waiting game.

It goes like this; people who are meant to be alpha/omega are born with scent glands, they, however don’t activate until they present in their teens. People who are born without them are more likely to be betas, but they could also be late bloomers and develop them later. That being said:

The boys are bonded, but they’re children still so they don’t know who will be the alpha and who will be the omega. (there’s a small possibility of both being alphas or omegas, but it’s unusual for the bites to take if they’re, esp since they haven’t presented).

Aemond grows obsessed with the idea that he will be an alpha, and he will make Lucerys pay when they’re grown and Luke gets to be his omega. Alicent encourages this behavior, naturally, she’s the one that starts it in the first place. Aemond grows to be as he is, skilled and vicious. And then one day the news arrive:

Lucerys Velaryon has presented as an alpha.

And Aemond’s world shatters. He hasn’t presented yet and he’s older than the boy, but it is obvious what’s left for him. Sooner or later he will present as a fucking omega. That only serves to make him throw himself into training because he will match an alpha’s strength wether anyone likes it or not. Especially Lucerys. He refuses to bend into the will of an omega’s biology and an alpha’s will. Plus, however small, there’s still a chance he will present as alpha as well. It’s uncommon, but not unheard of. Especially among Targaryens.

By the time Lucerys celebrates his seventeenth name day, Aemond is nineteen and he still haven’t presented as anything, to the frustration of everyone involved. He hasn’t seen Lucerys since the incident, he doesn’t know anything about him. They don’t care. Lucerys was sent to Driftmark the moment be presented to start his diplomatic training as future Lord of the Tides. He stated in one of his letters to the crown that he is in no rush for an omega and that his mate’s late blooming does not affect him so. Easy for him to say. Aemond is suffering his mother and grandfather’s incessant complaints, as if he has a fucking say in the actions of his biological nature. Sometimes he secretly wishes it happens already so he can leave this wretched place behind. It is short-lived, he knows not of what his mind idles him with. Nothing can be worse than being Lucerys Velaryon’s omega.

It is on a random day when all goes to shit. He gets up that morning, break his fast with something light and makes his way to the training yard like any other day. What he doesn’t, for the love of him, expect is to see what’s going down in there. He sees Ser Cole training with someone, he has his back to Aemond, but the first thing Aemond notices is how he wields his sword. He’s good and fast in his movements. His sword doesn’t look too heavy which works for his advantage. The second thing he notices is the mop of dark brown curls that swing on the man’s head every time he evades Cole’s blows; and that makes him pause. Ser Criston soon enough is on his back on the muddy floor, the sharp edge of a sword pointing at his chest. Tension filled seconds pass and he yields. There’s cheers around them but Aemond hears them farther than they are, everything is a blur around him because he only has eyes for the boy who just turned and is now looking at him with a lopsided smile.

“Uncle. Have you come to train?” Oh.

Oh. Lucerys Velaryon has grown nicely, indeed. His features haven’t changed much, he still sports that boyish look on his face that makes him look quite soft for an alpha. But he’s gotten a bit broader and taller. He’s almost as tall as Aemond now—if not the same height. Aemond just stands there, wondering why he’s not able to make a move, why he’s not lashing out like he dreamed of awake many nights since his nephew bit him and accidentally bonded them together.

He can suddenly feel him and it’s too much. He’s got to go. He needs to get out of there, fast. But it’s too late, because that’s when it happens. Lucerys’ smile drops and is replaced by a worried frown—then all of a sudden he’s taking Aemond’s arm and dragging him away from the yard.

“What—” He tries to protest, but can’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t understand what the fuck is wrong with him right now, he feels dizzy and warm.

“You’re going into heat,” Lucerys mumbles discreetly close to his ear and Aemond’s entire body shudders.

No.

No. This can’t be fucking happening to him.

#Aemond: oh no my alpha nephew who is also my mate got hot send help #I wanna add more to this later #lucemond #aemond x lucerys #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #lucerys targaryen #lucerys x aemond #lucemond fanfic #omega aemond

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, soft and sweet)

It is a fact that everyone knows about Viserys' extreme favoritism when it comes to Rhaenyra, since she is the only child born from Aemma.

Aemond knows that as well (of course he does, he experienced the height of his sire's favoritism the moment he lost his eye), and he curses his sire for it. Couldn't he have shown a little compassion towards his other children? Couldn't he at least hide his blatant favoritism?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#lucemond #aemond targaryen #aemond x lucerys #lucerys velaryon #lucerys x aemond #aemond one eye #hotd writing prompt #omega lucerys #alpha aemond #those two with kids #i didn't name any of them btw

[minteaspoon]

“I am anything but”

a/n: a little moment between viserys ii and luke reminiscent of a moment between the black queen and her second son:)

****THIS IS SET IN THE SAME UNIVERSE AS THE “LUKE AS DAENERYS BUT HOTD AU” BUT BEFORE ANY OF THE STARKS, ARRYNS OR VELARYONS ARRIVE

(pls comment any suggestions you guys have for what to name this au, my creative juices suck when it comes to naming😭)

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Luke caresses his baby-bump as he walks alone in the corridors of his castle.

It was getting dark, and he and his family had decided to all halt their duties to join together as one during dinner. And all but one arrived on time, so Luke offered to go and find the missing one.

As he enters the war room, he sees it. White locks framing a face out of his view, dressed in blue, black and red.

“Viserys, I was wondering where you were. It is time for us to dine together with the rest of our family, we all agreed after all,” Luke gently whispers, though loud enough for the teenager to hear.

The adolescent turns to the brunette, one hand on the table in front of him, the table that resembles the Painted Table back in Dragonstone - their old home.

“Brother, I apologize. I must’ve been lost in my thoughts and didn’t take into account of the time passing by so quickly,” Viserys mutters, as Luke closes the distance between them.

He pushes his hand out towards the younger’s cheek, he knows better than to believe an excuse such as that. He’s used it much in his life after all.

“Vis, tell me what ails you, truly, and I shall do my best to guide you.”

Viserys turns his gaze away from his brother’s knowing eyes, and goes still and quiet.

Luke sighs, and gently grasps the silverette’s face to turn towards him, seeking his eyes to make contact with his own dark ones. When he gets what he wants, Luke opens his mouth, before Viserys beats him to it;

“I’m not like everyone else,” he whispers, as Luke’s thumb sways on his cheek, back and forth. “What do you mean?”

Viserys balls his hands, which Luke notes to be trembling. Again, the younger reaffirms, “I’m not like the rest of our family.”

“I’m not like Dalton, fierce and fearless.”

“I’m not like Egg, smart and your heir.”

“I’m not even like your twins, my nephew and niece, who are our people’s joy and pride.”

Luke frowns, as Viserys lifts his eyes to gaze upon the dark abyss of his older brother’s. He always found comfort in losing himself there.

“I’m not like you,” he mutters.

“I am not… perfect, like you,” he finally rasps out, eyes again finding its way far from Luke’s own.

The elder goes still. He’s seen a scenario like this before. He’s been in Vis’ shoes before.

“…My sweet boy,” Luke starts in a soft tone. “You are right, you are nothing like us.” As Luke says the final word, he sees and feels Viserys flinch, and hears his breath hitch.

“Yes, you are nothing like us, you are not fierce nor fearless like my husband, not smart or stubborn like Egg, nor are you our people’s cherished like Rhaelys and Rhaemon, but you are something else.”

Luke goes to bring his boy’s eyes back to his.

“You are clever, mischievous, and always full of joyful quips and tricks.”

“A jokester and prankster you are, my dear - you make the whole of our Isles laugh and smile.”

“You are our people’s smiles and laughter, my sweet boy. It’s hope for a better tomorrow.”

Luke smiles, his frown had long since disappeared as Viserys’ eyes gleam.

“And remember, whenever you think low of yourself, whenever you think I am nothing but perfect… I am anything but,” he finishes.

Viserys continues his silence, before he brings his palms to lay against his brother’s. The two stay where they are, uncaring of anything else but this moment.

“…Come, I feel our family has gotten restless in their waiting for us to start dinner. Let us go to them before they finish all the lemon cakes, my sweet boy,” Luke jokes, smiling brightening as he sees his brother’s face contort to a playful grin.

“Race you there?”

“In the condition I am in? As if!”

The brothers laughter echo on the war room, as they walk hand-in-hand to their awaiting family.

#lucemond #dalcerys #omega lucerys #dalton greyjoy x lucerys velaryon #justice for lucerys #viserys ii targaryen #dalton greyjoy #aegon iii targaryen #omegaverse #rhaenyra targaryen #I’m not perfect like you #I’m anything but #lucerys velaryon

[dreamymoonpearl]

What we do for love

I

Jason Lannister was dead.

A tragic accident for an alpha in his 40's and a sad loss for his alpha-wife Aemma Targaryen, they had only been married for four years and to the sadness of the Lannisters along with the Hightowers there were no children, many murmured that it was the punishment of the mother for forcing the she-alpha Aemma to marry a man who was not even compatible with her.

The poor woman only followed the orders of her mother (grandfather) to please the beta and leave her “deviant” preferences that kept her from continuing the good path of the seven, so she kept quiet and did her duty for four years. Is this how the gods paid Aemma?

Alicent was pinching her cuticles, the funeral is beautiful and everyone is there, especially many noble families and their alpha son´s, her daughter was sitting in the front line beautifully dressed and with a poker face expression, the veil marked her thin face without a trace of tears and just accepting everyone's condolences with a nod, she looked away at his father, Otto Hightower speaking discreetly with Vaemon Velaryon...he was doing it again.

His daughter's husband had only been dead for four days and from the second day her father was already looking for a new husband/ally for Aemma (him), but why wasn't Alicent surprised? He was just waiting for Viserys Targaryen to die, so Aegon would take full command of the company and all his assets, it didn't matter that he had to use his own grandchildren, he had already done it with his only daughter.

 What difference did it make to use her children as exchangeable currencies?

At least she hopes that Aemma could enjoy her freedom for a whole year in her mourning, breathe easily unlike her, who seemed that Viserys would not die soon, if Alicent died before the alpha she did not care anymore, it would make no difference.

But at the same time the female beta wanted to make sure that she left her children happy and in good marriages, at least with Aemma and Daeron, she had already ruined the lives of Aegon and Helaena by forcing them to marry. Having to force her first little girl to give birth to babies...quickly all that happened to background when the brown hair omega, Lucerys Velaryon, approached the alpha who seemed to light up and even shared more than five words with him.

He was holding her hands and Aemma was stroking her white hand with her thumb, she looked calm and radiant with him in front of her.

“Aemma”, she called calmly, as if she had not almost run to separate them, “we must continue, let's go, the hearse is waiting for us… Lucerys”, greeted politely to the omega who gave her a soft smile and a nod with a low Mrs. Alicent.

"Yes, thank you Lucerys, I hope...", Aemma looked at her nephew and left the words hanging in the air, the beta raised an eyebrow, were they secreting talking in front of her?

“I will do it aunt, thank you, I will leave you both alone and I won't take any more of your time.”

Quickly Lucerys turned around and went to his family who were in a group talking among themselves and several nobles who supported Rhaenyra as heir, Alicent frowned. She didn’t like that at all.

“What did that omega say to you?”, with the hearse in front of the dark limousine that mother and daughter boarded to have privacy and finally talk alone, the beta expressed her confusion.

“Jason wanted to invest with the Velaryons, but they always rejected him, Corlys Velaryon told him it wasn't worth it, I'm doing this for the sake of my family..." the silver hair woman replied calmly, looking out the tinted window, “if it's still my family for the next month…”

"Dear"

"It´s fine mother, I understand, I'll have to accept what he's going to do", she still didn't look at her and Alicent felt like she was dying, her daughter knew what her grandfather was up to and knew that her mother wouldn't protect her again, “only if he can”.

Before Alicent could ask what she meant the hearse stopped, it was time, they had to give Jason Lannister a proper burial and her daughter had to do something that no wife should do, that no wife should see or feel, losing her husband in such a short time and be left alone, unprotected in that horrible world.

The funeral was beautiful, great words of consolation from the Lannister family, twin brother and widow, there were many truly crying and others hypocritically, the farewells were prolonged by each guest, and she found herself searching for her daughter in the large crowd without success, ten minutes had passed, and she couldn't see her tall daughter's hair adorned by the veil anywhere.

“Maybe she left”, Aegon say drunken, a glass of wine in his hand and he was swaying a little, “or she must be hidden so that no one sees her, you know how Aemma is, she doesn't like to be seen crying”.

"She wouldn't leave. It's her husband's funeral and it would be disrespectful!" she yelled at her son as she walked away from the crowd, desperate to find her, "you're right, she must be devastated and doesn’t want anyone to see her like that, help me find her”.

With a snort, her eldest son followed her to find the alpha widow that only the seven would know where she was hidden so that they would not see her in such a terrible state.

-

Muffled moans and the lascivious sound of two mouths colliding with each other were the only things that could be heard in the limousine, gloved hands caressing the naked body in front of her in desperation, after all they didn't have much time and at any moment they would be interrupted, it would be a great scandal that the she-alpha no longer cared about, in that moment.

“Auntie, please”, with a string of saliva joining their tongues, big brown eyes looked at her, “I'm so wet”.

“You are, I can smell you”.

“Aemma, please”, pushing her a little to raise his legs on the seat and show in all his splendor his pussy that was dripping slick, all red from the torture that the alpha gave him with her fingers minutes before, “I need your cock”.

“Aren't you a needy slut spreading your legs for a widow at her husband's funeral?, bad Lucy”, slapping the pussy in front of her and making the omega squeal with pleasure, Aemma crouched down and knelt on the ground upholstery of the limousine, "we can't, not now at least, but I can eat this delicious cunt, will you explain to your mother, our family and all the guests what an omega does by offering himself to a poor alpha devastated by the death of her alpha?"

“Yes, yes, yes I will”, he spoke desperately pushing his hips, Aemma smiled and kissed his swollen clit superficially, “AEMMA!”

“Shhh…they will hear us”, with one hand she opened his lips and felt her dick begin to grow in her dress as the entrance opened and closed, desperate to feel full, “don't grab me by my hair, I won't be able to fix it, and everyone will know what we did”.

She didn't give him time to respond and stuck out her tongue to lick his pussy from bottom to top, stopping at the clit to pull it gently with her teeth. Lucerys moaned loudly and clung to the seat following her aunt's orders, quick with her soft hand his aunt covered his mouth, a muffled scream came from the omega's throat as he felt the she-alpha suck hard on his red bud.

"I told you to be quiet, understand?", using her alpha voice, she made Lucerys become self-conscious and nod slowly, she withdrew her hand, spitting at his entrance inserting two fingers and the brunette quickly covered his mouth, moving his hips looking for more contact, offering himself before her, opening his legs impossibly wider, “good omega, tomorrow you can have my knot and mark, would you like that?”

Crystal-clear eyes with tears of pleasure answered what the omega wanted to say, his eyes shouting a clear yes, fuck me alpha made her return to her task of torturing her nephew's sweet cunny, her inner alpha howled with happiness for finally having her omega at her side and savoring his delicious slick, her tongue melted into his inner walls and her nose collided with his clitoris, caressing it, she felt the omega's body tremble from the pleasure he felt.

She also felt her erection throb desperately, four years of sexual frustration of having to tolerate the kisses, caresses, and knot of an alpha like Jason Lannister took their toll, she felt like she would come at any moment, she squeezed her legs trying to please herself. She couldn't fuck her nephew, she wouldn't stop until she destroyed Lucerys' tight pussy, she wouldn't stop until she was satisfied with the sexual frustration that she had carried throughout her marriage, she wished so much that she didn't care what everyone thinks of her and she didn't plan on risk Lucerys, now that she finally had him where she wanted him.

This time her grandfather would not interfere in her plans, not with a soon pregnant omega, when the funeral was over and both went to her home she would fuck him in the mouth, in his tight pussy and ass until dawn, she would knot him as much as she wanted, would make him fat with her pup and mark him, but for now, she would be happy with just using her mouth to please Lucerys.

-

“AEMMA! Where you been?!”, the beta woman strode over to her daughter, looked her up and down, “Are you okay?”

The alpha had her hair perfectly combed, but her dress was wrinkled, and her face was a mess, her eye makeup was smeared, and she wasn't wearing her red lipstick, her eyes were even a little red.

“No, my husband is dead, how am I going to be okay?”, she licked her lips, avoiding looking at her, “is done, I'm going home, please say goodbye to everyone for me, I feel bad”.

“I'm going with you, Aegon go to your grand-”

“I want to be alone, mother”, she interrupted her dryly, Alicent looked at her daughter in surprise, “before I have to get married again”.

“Aemma…”, trying to hug her and being cruelly rejected again, her hands were trembled, “tomorrow I'll go see you, I'll bring you something to eat”.

“I think you know what I trying to say, mother, I want to be alone for a few days”, she murmured annoyed, her older brother opened his eyes surprised by the attitude of the apple of his mother's eye, “I'll call you if I need anything or if I feel alone, thank you”.

Still without looking at her, she called the driver and headed to the parking lot that was far from the chapel and the pantheon, alpha and beta watched the silver hair widow walk away and get in limo when the man opened the door for her, the older woman knew that this was what she deserved, she let her father use her children like her, she let them be victims of Otto Hightower and she never lifted a finger, if her daughter did not want to see her for now, she would understand, she would give her daughter the peace she couldn't have a single minute of her life when she was 16 and pregnant.

She can only pray for her daughter and secretly hope that she will run away, like her young self-had planned so many times when Aegon was born, taking her baby, and fleeing away from the clutches of her husband and father. Now it was just an old dream, and she hoped her daughter could forgive her, like she still tried to do with her father.

English is not my first language, RESPECTFUL comments are accepted

#lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucemond #fem!aemond #alpha aemma Targaryen #omega lucerys

[leiabird]

Taking what I’m owed

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Smut, Fluff, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Aemond Targaryen, Omega Lucerys Velaryon, Manipulation, Hair-Pulling Kink, Manhandling, Aged-Up Lucerys Velaryon

Word Count: 4,409

Inspired by my own Drabble here on tumblr and can also be found on my ao3

“Give me your eye or I will take it bastard!”

His voice had sounded strange to his own ears. Manic and Frantic. It had burst out of him without any control, all this anger and resentment over the loss of his eye. All this pain of his disfigurement.

But of course the bastard had escaped unscathed. As always. Lord Baratheon’s voice had echoed through the hall. There would be no vengeance for him today. He was not allowed to harm Lucerys who had come only as an envoy. They would both spend the night at separate ends of the castle, as far away from each other as possible, until the storm would pass.

As if Aemond would accept that. He was the brother of the King after all, no matter how useless said King was. A little lord in a castle plagued by storms wouldn’t keep him away from what he was owed.

Silent as a mouse Aemond was sneaking through the hallways of Storm’s End. He knew how to avoid the guards in their rotations. There had been many times when he had snuck out of the castle whether it was to retrieve Aegon or to go on a midnight fly on Vhagar.

Aemond continued his journey with determined steps. A part of him almost wanted a guard to appear in front of him. He wanted the fight, the thrill and the blood that came with it. But he would soon have enough of that. When he was holding his nephew’s eye in his hands. His pace quickened with anticipation.

When he heard the chattering of guards he knew that he was close. Peeking around the corner he made out two guards positioned in front of a door.

Aemond couldn’t supress the smirk creeping up on his face. There was no way they were guarding just any guest room in the castle.

Out of reflex his hand went to his dagger, but then he stopped himself. The dagger was for Lucerys and Lucerys only. He would manage the guards on his own. Aemond took a deep breath and then the rush came. Often when he fought he almost couldn’t remember anything of it afterwards. He would lose himself in it so deeply that his conscious mind wasn’t able to follow.

He took the guards down in a matter of seconds. They were both tired and surprised and didn’t put up much of a struggle. One he knocked out quickly before putting the other in a headlock, effectively silencing him, before the lack of oxygen put him out. Aemond let him silently sink to the floor, not bothering to check if he was still breathing.

His hand reached out and then hovered over the door knob. He took a deep breath and the sweet smell of revenge reached his nose. Aemond smiled. Finally.

The boy hadn’t even bothered to lock the door. He must have been so sure of Lord Baratheon’s protection. As if there was anything in the world that could protect him from Aemond.

Silently Aemond entered the room and carefully closed the door behind him. This time he turned the lock. Looking up he tried to adjust his eye to the dark. The only faint source of light came from the window.

That was when a lightning bolt lit up the skies above Storm’s End and for a glorious moment Aemond could clearly see his nephew’s figure on the bed. Lucerys was sleeping so deeply that not even the following thunder made him stir.

Aemond crept up on him and took out his dagger with delicate fingers. The very same dagger that Lucerys had refused only hours before. This time he would have no choice.

Eagerly getting closer to the bed he had to stop. Lucerys was moving. Aemond held his breath. But instead of opening his eyes and getting up the boy only turned until he was on his back, his arms splayed out beside him. His deep breathing continued.

Aemond nearly chuckled. Lucerys had presented himself for him perfectly.

Creeping ever closer and again getting a hint of that sweet smell that promised his retaliation, Aemond loomed over Lucerys. He took a moment to imprint Lucerys’ soft and delicate features, the upturned curve of his nose, the sweet freckles, the porcelain skin, before he would mutilate and disfigure this pretty face forever.

Aemond jumped upon the boy the moment another lightning bolt illuminated the room. Lucerys’ eyes shot open (it would be the last time he opened both of them) as he laid eyes upon Aemond. His hand on the boy’s mouth muffled his scream and the dagger pressed right under his eye silenced him quickly. The blade was glinting in the light of the lighting outside the window. Realising what situation he was in, Lucerys let go where his hands had tried to press against Aemond. Instead they started to shake.

“Hello taoba” (boy) Aemond couldn’t hide the smirk in his voice, his sapphire eye gleaming down at his nephew. He hadn’t bothered to put his eyepatch back on. He wanted the boy to see exactly what he had done and what Aemond was about to do to him.

Lucerys was shaking in his grasp. It only spurred Aemond on further. He chuckled and leaned in closer to his nephew’s ear.

“Did you really think that a little lord would be able to keep me from what I’m owed?”

Slowly Aemond trailed his dagger down, sliding it softly over Lucerys’ cheek, his jaw and settling under his chin. Lucerys let out a scared whine.

Again Aemond chuckled and whispered in his nephew’s ear “I can take any part of you I want right now. Your eye, your tongue. I could break that pretty nose again. I can disfigure you as you have disfigured me.”

A tear rolled down Lucerys’ cheek and Aemond took his hand away from his mouth to catch it. His nephew’s breathing was erratic, he was panting nearly. Aemond looked deep into his eyes, wanting to relish in the fear inside them. Lucerys’ pupils were dilated and in them he saw…

All of a sudden Aemond jerked back. He sat up, still pinning his nephew to the bed and finally taking in the smell. The sweet smell of revenge he had relished in. He wanted to kick himself. Blinded by vengeance he hadn’t picked up on what the sweet smell surrounding his nephew meant.

“You’re an omega”

It was not a question he asked Lucerys, it was a fact. There was no denying it. His sweet, sweet nephew, the delight of the family. An omega.

Aemond furrowed his brows and looked down at Lucerys, his mind spinning from the realisation and the scent that was growing thicker and thicker.

“But how?” He asked bewildered.

Lucerys sniffed and answered quietly “Mother told me to hide it. She said it would question my claim to Driftmark even further.” Again he sniffed.

Aemond tried to make sense of the situation.

“But how the fuck did you hide that?” It didn’t make any sense.

Lucerys cast his gaze downward and admitted “Mother gave me scent blockers, but… I forgot to take them with me here” He nibbled at his lip.

Desperately Aemond tried to look away from Lucerys’ lips and focused on the boy’s eyes again. His nephew, the heir to Driftmark, the family’s delight, the boy who had taken his eye at only eight years old, was an omega.

Aemond should take his eye now. He should collect his debt, be done with it and return to his chambers. That was what he should do.

But as Lucerys’ scent drew him in further and further he couldn’t help but think that now, there was another way. Another way for him to collect his debt. Another way for him to take Lucerys.

“Uncle?” Lucerys tried tentatively “Will you please let me go? We can-“

Whatever his nephew wanted to suggest was lost when Aemond threw the knife to the side and buried his nose in his neck. He deeply breathed in that sweet smell of honey and sunshine and … was that the sea? A true Velaryon after all.

Lucerys choked on his own words and his hands flew up into Aemond’s hair. Whilst Aemond’s nose and mouth brushed alongside his nephew’s neck, Lucerys let out a whine so sweet that Aemond wanted to drink it from his lips.

Then the fingers that had found their way into his hair grabbed tight and tugged hard. Aemond moaned as the pain send a shockwave directly to his cock. Forced by the strong hands in his hair he looked up and directly into his nephew’s eyes.

Lucerys was panting and looking at him with a dazed expression. His porcelain skin seemed to glow, decorated by his freckles. His soft curls were ruffled from sleep and created a halo around his head. He looked like a saint. Ethereal and stunning. Aemond didn’t know how he could have ever thought about ruining that perfect, delicate face.

“Qȳbor” (Uncle) Lucerys sounded breathless “W-What…?”

Leaning down again Aemond placed his forehead against Lucerys’, their noses brushing. His breath ghosted over his nephew’s lips as he answered “I’m taking what I’m owed”

A shiver ran through Lucerys and Aemond caught a glimpse of something in his eyes. It was a fire, not fueled by hatred, but by lust. It was the annoying defiance that sweet Lucerys would show him and only him. This was the boy that had taken his eye. The boy through who’s veins ran dragon fire. A little dragon himself.

Tugging at his hair again Lucerys pulled Aemond down and violently crashed their lips into each other.

Aemond practically began to devour him. Every gasp that slipped from the omegas lips was swallowed by Aemond. His nephew’s hands were still in his hair, tugging him even closer and driving Aemond insane.

He slipped his hands underneath Lucerys’ tunic and dug his fingers into the soft skin. The boy arched his back up into Aemond. Lucerys pressed up into Aemond’s cock straining in his breeches and a growl escaped his lips. Taken aback the omega broke the kiss to lock eyes with Aemond, suddenly coy.

But before the boy’s shyness could take over, Aemond tightened his grip on him and pulled him upward. He manhandled the boy until he was sitting in his lap and dug his hands into Aemond’s shoulders, scrambling for purchase.

Not taking any more time Aemond grabbed the hem of Lucerys’ tunic and tugged it over his head. His nephew’s curls got even more ruffled in the process and Aemond finally gave into the urge and buried his hand in Lucerys’ soft hair. Continuing to devour the boy’s lips, Aemond placed his other hand low on his nephew’s back. He pulled Lucerys flush against his chest. The boy understood the message a little too well and ground himself against Aemond’s erection. It was too much and not enough.

He answered Lucerys’ whimper at the contact with another growl and pushed the boy back down onto the bed. There he laid sprawled out beneath him, a beautiful flush sprawling across his cheeks and down onto his chest. He was panting and his lips were swollen and glistening from spit. Lucerys looked like the embodiment of every sinful desire Aemond had ever had.

Aemond made quick work of his own clothes, discarding first his tunic and then making quick work of his trousers. Lucerys gaped at his naked form and for a moment Aemond feared the boy would draw back again, overcome with shyness. Instead his nephew began pulling at his own pants, trying to get them off as quickly as possible.

Smirking Aemond leaned down to help the boy. When they were finally both free of their clothes Aemond settled himself between Lucerys’ legs. His nephew immediately put them around his waist, locking his ankles, and his hands made their way back into Aemond’s hair to pull him down into another desperate kiss.

He felt as if every part of him that was touching Lucerys’ naked skin was on fire. He couldn’t get enough of it, trying to engulf his nephew with his form. Placing his hands on either side of Lucerys’ head he ground himself against him. They both moaned when their cocks brushed against each other, the friction feeling heavenly.

Aemond trailed one of his hands down over his nephew’s shoulder and to his chest. Placing a kiss on Lucerys’ jaw, he played with a nipple. The boy’s moan which was now no longer muffled by Aemond’s mouth sent shivers down his spine. He continued nipping and kissing at Lucerys’ jaw and his neck getting closer and closer where the boy’s mating mark would go. The scent of honey, sea and sunshine was thickest here and it made his mouth water.

He wanted to bite. He wanted to sink his teeth into the tender flesh and claim Lucerys. He wanted the boy to be his and no one else’s. He wanted to be the only one in the world who got to see Lucerys this way.

Sucking bruises into his nephew’s skin Aemond let his hand wander down further until he reached their cocks. He took them both in hand and began to stroke. Lucerys let out a sob. Wanting to see his nephew’s expression Aemond pulled himself up a bit and oh… Lucerys looked completely blissed out. His eyes were shut tightly and his soft lips formed a delicate o. Aemond wondered how the boy would look like when he would finally actually fuck him.

The thought deepened his desire and he let go of them both, his hand reaching down. Brushing his fingers against Lucerys’ hole he could feel the boy leaking slick. He was practically gushing. And he wasn’t even in heat.

Agonizingly slowly he pushed one finger inside. Rubbing against his nephew’s tight walls he began to work him open as gentle as he found himself capable.

That was when he heard it. “Aemond.” It was a moan, nearly a whisper but his name on Lucerys’ lips drove him near insane. He added another finger, going faster, trying to get into this warm engulfing heat as fast as possible.

Lucerys was writhing underneath him, not seeming to know if he should try to draw back from this intense onslaught of pleasure or try to get even closer. He was moaning and babbling nonsense, moaning Aemond’s name every once in a while. It was all Aemond wanted to hear for the rest of his life. It was heavenly.

When the boy was easily taking three of his fingers Aemond pulled out. Lucerys whined at the loss and seemed to be about to complain when he drew in a sharp gasp at the sensation of Aemond’s cock at his entrance.

Aemond positioned himself feeling as if he would truly go mad if he wasn’t inside of Lucerys right now, trying to ease his way in as gently as possible. The tip was about to slip in when-

“Umbās” (Wait)

Immediately he stilled. It was agony and it was torture but he kept still, not moving an inch.

“Are you going to claim me, qȳbor?” (Uncle)

Aemond was panting, his mind a mess.

“I… what…?”

Lucerys placed his hands gently on either side of his face and made him look into his eyes.

“Are you going to claim me as your mate and bring me back to Dragonstone?”

Aemond didn’t know how Lucerys was forming cohering sentences. He couldn’t even think coherently much less form words.

“Lucerys … Kostilus...” (Please…) Aemond tried to answer but his tongue seemed to fail him.

“Will you wed me and fight by my side for the rightful Queen?”

“I…” Aemond was gasping, his mind trying to comprehend what Lucerys meant.

“Kostilus qȳbor” (Please Uncle) Lucerys was begging now “Kostilus kiviōs issa se verdās issa aōhon” (Please promise me and make me yours)

That little dragon. How was Aemond supposed to refuse him?

“I swear it, issa zaldrītsos” (my little dragon) he whispered against Lucerys’ lips “Jaehossi uēpossi arlȳssī” (By the old gods and the new)

He was doomed in that moment and he knew it. But he just simply couldn’t get himself to care about it, not when his nephew was smiling up at him so sweetly and happily. Not when he was feeling things he never had before. And he never wanted it to stop.

Once again Lucerys dug his fingers into his hair and pulled him closer.

“Pār derās issa, qȳbor” (Then take me, uncle) Whispered Lucerys into his ear “Mazemās issa” (Claim me)

And finally, finally Aemond was being engulfed by Lucerys’ tight and wet heat. His mind was spinning and there was a buzzing in his ears but he still heard the near scream his nephew let out.

He looked down, trying to focus his thoughts again and took in the sight beneath him. Lucerys had his back arched off the mattress, his hand clinging onto Aemond as if he was his life line. His eyes rolled back in his head and then he came with another shout, completely untouched, all over himself.

Aemond let out a hiss as Lucerys’ walls tightened around him. His nephew was sobbing and tears were welling up in his eyes from the intensity of it all.

“Please…” he was babbling “Please… qȳbor”(uncle)

“Shhhh” was Aemond’s answer, trying to soothe the overwhelmed omega “It’s alright, issa zaldrītsos (my little dragon), I have you.”

When Lucerys seemed to have won back at least a bit of his composure, Aemond pulled back a little only to thrust back in.

“Kessa” (Yes) his nephew moaned desperately “Kessa, qȳbor” (Yes, uncle)

Aemond began thrusting into Lucerys in earnest now. At every thrust his nephew let out the sweetest moan Aemond had ever heard and he tried desperately to not start pounding into Lucerys like a madman. He wanted to be gentle with him, his sweet nephew deserved that.

Dragging himself in and out of Lucerys slowly he once again buried his face into the boy’s neck and started to kiss the delicate skin. Beneath him Lucerys tried to move up into him and meet his thrust until Aemond grazed the spot of his mating mark with his teeth. The boy let out a whine and became completely pliant, moaning sweetly “Kessa” (Yes) and “Please” and “Qȳbor” (Uncle).

When Aemond pulled away from Lucerys’ neck the boy suddenly grabbed his hair and again tugged hard. Aemond moaned at the feeling and looked at his nephew who gazed upon him defiantly.

“More” his little nephew demanded like the little dragon he was “I want more”

Again, how could Aemond ever refuse him?

He grabbed Lucerys’ hips so tightly he was sure it would bruise. Good. He wanted to leave his marks all over his nephew’s body.

Then he started again but this time without holding back. He pounded into Lucerys over and over again until the room was filled with the obscene sound of their bodies meeting each other. Ever still there was more and more slick dripping out of Lucerys. His little dragon was surely leaving a mess on the mattress. Neither of them cared.

Lucerys by now had let his hands fall down from Aemond’s hair and they were lying uselessly next to his head as he was sobbing and crying, absolutely pliable. The tears streaming down from his face made him look even more like a saint with a halo of brown curls. It should be impossible for anyone to turn from a saint to a dragon and to a saint again and yet Lucerys seemed to be the embodiment of every prayer that had ever left Aemond’s lips and every dark desire he had never dared to utter.

Leaning over his nephew again Aemond took one of his hands from Lucerys’ hips and instead grabbed his wrists above his head. With this new angle he could thrust even deeper into his little dragon and –

Lucerys let out another scream as Aemond hit the exact right spot within him. His walls clenched around Aemond again and it was too much, it was simply and wonderfully and heavenly too much.

“Issa zaldrītsos” (My little dragon) Aemond groaned against Lucerys’ lips “I’m going to… I will…”

His mind was spinning again and he was panting hard.

“Kessa (Yes), please” Lucerys was begging again “Please, qȳbor (uncle), I want it.”

In this moment Aemond knew that there was in fact nothing in the world that he could ever refuse his nephew, nothing he could ever deny him. Not ever.

It was Lucerys’ begging that pushed him over the edge, that made his knot swell in the tight heat of Lucerys until he finally spilled. As his knot tied them together his nephew’s eyes rolled back into his head again as he too found his second release of the night, sobbing and shaking and pliant in Aemond’s arms.

Again he didn’t know how Lucerys found the mind to form coherent sentences but he heard him loud and clear against his ear.

“Mazemās issa, qȳbor” (Claim me uncle) he didn’t beg but commanded Aemond. His boy was a little dragon again. “Kostilus, verdās issa aōhon” (Please, make me yours)

And with that Aemond buried his face in the heavenly scent of Lucerys’ neck and bit down hard. Blood as sweet as honey spilled on his lips. He felt as if he had arrived in the seven heavens.

It took a lot of willpower for Aemond not to simply break down and crush his nephew, but he remained propped up on his forearms next to Lucerys’ head while they waited for his knot to come down. The boy’s hands had found their way into his hair again where he carefully and gently threaded his fingers through it. Aemond had never felt peace and comfort quite like this.

When he was finally able to separate from Lucerys’, he slipped out of him carefully. His nephew let out another whine at the loss and if Aemond hadn’t been so exhausted it would have been enough to get him hard again. Instead he let himself crash into the mattress next to Lucerys, feeling completely boneless. Looking up at the ceiling he immediately felt his nephew snuggle close to his side and reflexively put an arm around him to hold him tight.

Aemond glanced downward at Lucerys and the dark bruising mating mark he had left at his neck. For a while neither of them dared to speak.

Then it was of course Lucerys who broke the silence.

“I didn’t think you would do it.”

Aemond sat up a little to look at Lucerys’ face and furrowed his brows.

“You didn’t think I would do what?”

Lucerys fiddled with a strand of Aemond’s hear, nibbling at his lip.

“I didn’t think you would actually claim me.”

Dread arose inside of Aemond. He wasn’t his brother. He never wanted to force anyone to do anything like this.  Immediately he began scrambling away from Lucerys, feeling disgust for himself and what he’d done-

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that!” His nephew desperately clung to him, trying to stop him from leaving. “I wanted it! I do still want it! I just…” He looked down. “I just didn’t think that you would keep your promise.”

Gently Aemond placed a hand under Lucerys’ chin and made him look up at him.

“You think me an oath breaker?” He asked sternly.

Defiance flashed in Lucerys’ eyes and Aemond had to hide a smirk. His little dragon had returned.

“You came in here with the intend to take my eye!” He defended his fears. “What was I supposed to think of you?!”

Cradling his nephews face Aemond took a deep breath. Then he softly said “There you are right.” Lucerys looked overly smug at those words. Aemond kept himself from rolling his eye.

“But your are not so innocent yourself, issa valzȳrys” (my husband) and Lucerys gasped at the title “Have you not made me swear my allegiance to you and your queen when you knew I couldn’t refuse you?”

At that Lucerys gave him a sheepish but sly smile. He reached out with one hand and ran his fingers gently along Aemond’s scar around his eye. Aemond shuddered at the sensation.

Then the boy looked at Aemond and said plainly “I would have let you take me even if you hadn’t sworn yourself to me”

Snuggling closer Aemond put his mouth right next to his nephew’s ear and whispered “And I would have sworn myself to you, even if you hadn’t let me take you”

A shudder went through Lucerys’ body at those words and Aemond could feel the boy’s smile at the skin of his neck.

Laying down comfortably Aemond arranged Lucerys to lay as closely next to him as possible and held him tight. His nephew put an arm around Aemond’s chest and entangled their legs. Aemond sunk his face into Lucerys curls and inhaled the deep scent of the sea and sunshine and … himself. He could smell himself in Lucerys’ scent now that he had claimed him. A warmth he had never known before spread inside his chest.

Breathing contently he whispered “Sleep now, valzȳrys” (husband) Lucerys hummed certainly pleased “Sleep, issa zaldrītsos (my little dragon). Tomorrow I will take you to Dragonstone and wed you in the tradition of our house.”

Sleep took his nephew immediately, surely exhausted after their coupling.

Aemond couldn’t help but lie awake and let his thoughts run wild. In the back of his mind he could hear a voice, quite resembling the one of his grandsire, complaining about what a fool he was to be so cuntstruck. But again he couldn’t get himself to care much about it. Not when the feeling of Lucerys’ body against his felt so right and heavenly.

He didn’t know if the god’s were laughing at his stupidity or smiling contently at him finally understanding what he had ached for all these years. But as long as he had Lucerys, he quite simply didn’t care. He had finally collected his debt, had finally taken what he was owed. He just couldn’t help but think that Lucerys in return, had taken from Aemond once again. But instead of only his eye, this time Lucerys had taken him whole.

#lucemond #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucerys x aemond #fanfic #fanficiton #lucemond smut #smut #hotd #house of the dragon #ao3 #omega lucerys #alpha aemond

[strawberryismyshitcat]

Lucerys having his first heat as an omega a few days before the eye accident and everyone having to deal with him because he kept screaming "i want my uncle! call aemond please! 😭" just because he was scared and he wanted to be protected by his favorite uncle but everyone around was like "omg he wants his uncle! 😳"

#viserys in a corner: we have to marry them #hotd #aemond x lucerys #lucemond #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #im still upset omega lucerys isnt a tag