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amidst the waves: part II

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

pairing: lucerys velaryon x fem!reader

part: I, II

taglist: @ephemeralninon @aliceuris @desiree610

"Are we there yet?"

It's been half an hour since you two left, and Luke has been struggling ever since. Groaning each step of the way, the two of you had to make multiple stops for him to not collapse.

"We're almost there," You reply tiredly, taking the bag of fish from him to let him breathe. "You shouldn't have come with me, gods." You sigh when you see him without the hood of his coat, wiping his sweat from his forehead, the brunette curls on his head seeping out from the bandage around his head.

"I'm quite sorry, but you were the one that told me to come. I was already acquainted with Arrel and Alaine," Luke rebuts, still polite in his tone. You look away apologetically, remembering that he did almost die in the sea, and now you made him walk with you to the market. Well, to be frank, it was your parents that told you to bring him.

Luke nods at you, taking back the bag you held and carrying it before you two go back to walking. The rest of the walk was silent with just a few small chats from Luke, asking you more about your family as you asked him the same.

Turns out, Luke still didn't remember anything. Not even his family members or his full name. He only knows himself as Luke.

You decide not to push him much on remembering about himself, seeing him also grow irritated at the loss of his own memories, at the fact that he can't even answer your questions.

You eventually arrived at the familiar crowded market, various people chattering and bargaining with one another. The foul smell of the raw meat hanging from hooks invades both of your noses. There wasn't anything new for you; however, your companion seemed new to the smell. You found him quite adorable, chuckling a bit at him pinching his nose while he wandered his gaze around the market with a fascinated expression.

"You haven't been to a market?" The man stared at you blankly. You were confused for a moment before remembering that he had just said he couldn't remember anything but the moments before and after his fall. "Sorry, don't answer that."

Luke chuckles lightly at you. "It's okay, my lady. I may have been to a market, but the memory is not quite vivid."

The way he called you 'my lady' with such a polite and upright tone made you break out in a small smile, looking away from the man. "He must be a highborn," you thought.

"Y/N's fine," You correct him and he nods, your name sounding better coming from his voice and tone, but you'd rather not dwell on it. He is, after all, just a stranger that needs help.

"Follow me." You pulled him by his arm, the man struggling to follow you as he squeezed himself between people, the big bag he carried causing him to occasionally bump into them, halting for a moment to actually apologize genuinely, the folks looking at him weirdly.

"Just ignore them. They likely won't care if you bump into them unless you make them drop something," you explained after the two of you stopped for him to apologize to a random person.

"But that wouldn't be mannerly.." he said.

"You're in a market full of peasants, Luke. Manners are the last thing you'll find here." Luke nods slowly, although weary since he's not used to the environment.

Upon arriving at a familiar cart, barrels containing various different meats on the outside of the cart, flies swarming the hung pig's leg, you notice Luke tapping his feet anxiously. His hood was off, his eyes turning to you and locking with yours before you turned back to the merchant behind the cart.

"Grahar."

"Y/N! My favorite fishies!" The chubby old man gleams at the sight of you, arms welcoming as you nod at Luke to give him the bag. He looks at you before handing it to Grahar. He looks at Luke weirdly before smiling like he usually does, happily taking the bag of fish and other sea creatures.

"The usual eh? You and your family always give me best quality! I put some extra here!" You chuckle at his thick accent, telling him "thank you" as he handed you a bag of coins, though before it could reach your wrist, he beckons you closer.

Your brows raised in surprise, glancing at Luke, who glared at Grahar before you leaned forward.

"Is he partner? You know," the man whispers at you, his fingers doing something not-so appropriate while he looks at your reaction. The sudden speculation made you shriek loudly.

"Seven hells, no, Grahar! He's just a friend!" You exclaimed loudly, Luke looking at the two of you weirdly, not catching up on the context as Grahar's laugh thundered loudly.

You playfully glared at the older merchant before taking the bag of coins, Luke staring down Grahar before following you out of the market.

"Ahh... At times like this, it makes me feel like a princess in the kingdom. Having endless coins to splurge on," you sigh contentedly, Luke peeking inside of the bag at the same time as you do.

"That's... a lot!" Luke marveled at the sight of the metal shining in the bright sun. "I never knew you wanted to be a princess," he adds, pushing back his hood.

"I don't. I never said I did, dimwit." You replied, picking up one silver stag and handing it to Luke. He looked at you confusedly, eyebrows arched as he glanced at the coin, then at you.

You urged him to take it. "Go on. It's yours."

"Thank you..." He says quietly, lips stretching into a warm smile.

"You're welcome. You're now one silver stag richer than 60% of the city." You make a lighthearted remark to him, and he laughs.

His fingers carefully picked up the coin from your hand, inspecting the small piece of metal as his eyes ran over the image of King Jaehaerys and a dragon on either side of the coin.

Luke's head started to hurt. His eyes started to blur while the back of his head started to ache in painful patterns.

Your eyes widen in concern, assisting Luke when he clutches his head upon stumbling a bit. You gripped his arm while leading him into an empty alleyway. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

His chest gradually started heaving up and down. You started to become nervous about what was happening, so you pulled his hood down, cradling the back of his head with your arm. It wasn't bleeding, which is good. The blood on the bandage has already dried.

Luke's hands started to shake as well, the coin in his hand dropping as he stayed silent. While his body jerked and you tried to calm him down, you yourself were also scared.

You took the coin from the ground and held it in between his hands, enclosing his with yours. It took him a long minute to stop convulsing, almost having your own heart attack out of nervousness.

"I'm fine- yes, I'm okay..." He stammers quietly as his body starts to calm down as well, no longer shaking. You finally get to sigh out of relief, dropping to sit on the ground.

Luke stares at his hands, "Did Y/N just... hold my hands..." His cheeks started to burn up at the thought of it, licking his chapped lips and looking elsewhere.

"What happened to you?"

"I... don't know. I think I-"

"What are you two doing there?" The two of you turn to the armored man at the end of the alleyway. You jumped to your feet, arms behind your back, and began to make an excuse, but the armored man was standing beside you. He looked at Luke.

"He hit his head." You reply with a shaky voice.

Luke looks away, pulling the hood of his coat on while the guard moves, his heavy armor clanging. You thought he would ask more questions or even inspect the both of you, but he leaves. Not a word from him.

You snapped to glare at Luke, the man playing with the coin in his hand. "Goodness, I shouldn't have brought you with me," you sigh upon standing. You dusted off your bottoms and held Luke's arm as he stood up with you, placing the small coin in his pocket.

"I think we need to head back home."

It's been more than four days since you first met Luke. Ever since that headache situation, he's never experienced it again. Or at least, as you thought. The first night, your parents already made him a small tent beside your family's hut, just enough for him to sleep in since he spends the day in the hut.

On his second day, Luke asked you to teach him how to fish. Finding it both boring and disrespectful to stay with your family and not help out. So you did. And he eventually got the hang of it, fishing with your father, sometimes with Arrel and Aliane and sometimes with you.

He no longer had a bandage around his head after the third day. He was already recovering well. Your father bought him his own clothes from a cheap merchant in the market, treating Luke as his "worker" as the man helped around the hut with fishing and bringing the family's gains to the market.

"There's one behind you, gods, Luke spear it!" You yell at him from the shore, the curly-haired man looking for fish in the waters that reached his calves.After some time, he sees it and swiftly impales it with the wooden spear he had.

Luke smiled widely at that, a sense of fulfillment coming over him as he takes the fish from the water and walks over to you.

"It was literally beside you, it took you so long to kill it," you scoff, Luke handing you the fish while you place it atop the clean wood, expertly descaling and cutting it.

"I believe I did fairly well for one that fishes at night," Luke counters, sitting on a small bench beside the bonfire with your siblings. You raised your eyebrow, glaring at him, making him laugh.

When you finished prepping the fish, you placed them in some clay plates that your parents extravagantly bought using the gold coins that the guards gave you. Your siblings and Luke mumbled their thanks as they started to eat. The four of you engage in random conversations about how the day went, with Luke asking about fishing stories every now and then.

"Clean up. Alaine, get some water for the fire. Arrel, bring the plates inside..." You started to list out while your siblings quickly scattered. You turned to Luke, the man looking at you expectantly. "What about me?"

"I don't know, help me with tidying up." You stood up, starting to arrange the littered sticks and leaves around the pit, and Luke did the same. The fire hissed as Luke poured the bucket of water Alaine bought, high-fiving your younger sister after.

Your brow furrowed, promptly feeling something wet hit your side. You slowly turned your head only to see Luke grinning at you with the leftover water from the bucket. He clearly didn't use it all to put out the fire.

He backs away cautiously when you start walking over to him after complaining, running away when he saw you running to the waters to fill a cup with water. You chased him around the shore, splashing the man with water whenever you got close. But Luke ran fast, really fast. And sadly, most of the water you threw in his direction fell to the sand.

When your cup ran out of water, it was his turn to run after you.

"Luke, Luke- No! You dimwit-" You struggled as it took no effort for Luke to reach you, pouring the water over your head as you yelled at him. Luke cackles at your reaction, your frail hands wrapped around his wrist as you try to stop him from emptying the bucket over your head. You hated it, of course, but it did make you laugh. Your complaint was a mix of yelling and laughing.

His laugh slowly dies down when he notices your hand wrapped around his again. "A shower, maybe?" Luke says, your hands withdrawing from his to arrange your hair.

You kick him in the leg, making him groan. "You are truly... a pain in my arse."

When you rolled your eyes, Luke simply chuckled again. He took off the thin coat he wore before giving it to you. "You can go inside, I'll finish up here." He says with a sly smirk, holding your shoulders and pushing you back to the front of the house.

"Do you know just how close I am to hitting you?"

"I don't. How uneducated of me," Luke retorts sarcastically, and you glare at him, standing by the door as he awaits you to go back inside. He started to pick up the small pieces of rubbish around the area, cleaning off the wooden stools and counter.

You yawned lowly, adjusting his coat around your shoulders before deciding to go back, wanting to dry your hair and help your siblings to bed.

"Good night then, Y/N!" Luke speaks as you head inside, standing by the open window to see him. You wave back, a small scoff leaving your mouth.

"Good night as well, Luke."

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