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pucksandpower · 2 months

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To the Moon and Back

Lando Norris x astronaut!Reader

Summary: not many people can say “I love you to the moon and back” literally … but you’re the exception

Based on this request

Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves 🫶

The roar of the engine echoes through the car as Lando revs the McLaren 720S Spider. You glance over at your boyfriend and can’t help but smile. His eyes are bright with excitement beneath his helmet.

“You ready for this, love?” He asks, giving your hand a quick squeeze.

You nod, adrenaline already pumping through your veins. “Let’s do it.”

As an astronaut, you’re no stranger to G-force. But taking a hot lap around the race track with Lando is a different kind of thrill. The track marshall gives a thumbs up and Lando eases the car out of the pit lane. He takes it easy for the first few turns, warming up the tires.

“How’s it feel?” He asks.

“Smooth,” you reply. “Can’t even tell we’re going 200.”

Lando grins. “Oh just wait.”

He floors it down the back straight, pinning you back against the seat as the speedometer climbs towards 320 kilometers per hour. The G-force builds as he brakes hard into the next corner, expertly controlling the slide.

You let out an exhilarated whoop. “Now that’s more like it!”

Lando chuckles. “Barely getting started, babe.”

The next few laps are a blur of adrenaline and speed. Lando dances the McLaren through the corners, braking impossibly late before powering out in a controlled slide. You relish the forces pressing you back into your seat, so similar yet so different from a rocket launch.

As you pull back into the pits, crowds of fans erupt into cheers. Lando parks the car and hops out, pausing to take off his helmet and run a hand through his curly hair before coming over to help you out.

“So, what did the astronaut think?” He asks with a playful grin.

You’re still catching your breath, heart pounding. "That was insane! What a rush."

Lando looks pleased, keeping an arm wrapped around you as you’re swarmed by fans seeking autographs and photos. Most want a moment with their favorite driver, but a few recognize you as well.

“She’s the astronaut girlfriend, right?” Someone asks.

You nod, giving a little wave. “Yep, that’s me!”

The fans seem impressed that you were able to handle Lando’s hot lap so easily.

“Wow, you took those Gs no problem!” A teenage girl remarks.

You laugh. “Well, I have some practice from launch and re-entry.”

“You must be fearless to be an astronaut,” adds an awe-struck boy.

“It’s intense for sure,” you agree. “But so rewarding.”

Lando smiles proudly, giving you an affectionate squeeze. “My girl’s a badass. Takes a lot more than some high-G corners to phase her!”

You laugh and pose for a few more photos before Lando regrettably has to head in to prep for free practice. After a quick kiss goodbye, you wander through the bustling paddock, enjoying the infectious excitement in the air on race day.

You’ve just grabbed a water bottle when you hear rapid footsteps behind you.

“Y/N, wait up!”

Turning, you see Lando’s performance coach approaching. He gives you a polite smile. “Got a minute?”

You nod. “For you, always. What’s up?”

He falls into step beside you. “I wanted to run something by you. Lando seems distracted lately during training and physio. Have you noticed anything off with him?”

You frown, thinking back over the last few weeks. Now that he mentions it, Lando has seemed a little distant at times.

“I have noticed he’s been quieter than usual,” you admit. “But I figured it was just nerves or fatigue going into the season.”

Jon nods thoughtfully. “Could be. I know he really wants to impress this year. But as his girlfriend, I thought maybe you’d have a better sense of if anything else is on his mind.”

“I’ll try to talk to him,” you promise.

“Appreciate it,” Jon says. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

You part ways and head out to the pit wall to watch the start of the race. But your mind is only partially on the action, thoughts preoccupied with concern for Lando. He’s normally so upbeat and energetic, but thinking back, you realize there has been a muted quality to him lately that is unusual. You wrack your brain trying to pinpoint if there was a specific incident that triggered this change, but come up empty.

After the podium, you pull Lando. “P3! What a freaking drive," you give him a quick kiss.

His eyes brighten momentarily. “Thanks, love. Feels good to start the season off strong.”

You study his face, wishing you could read his thoughts. “So … can we talk later? Maybe grab dinner in the city before heading back to the hotel?”

Lando shrugs. "Sure, I guess so."

You frown slightly. His response is lacking his normal enthusiasm. But the paddock is too crowded to dive deeper now. “Great, it’s a date!” You say brightly, taking his hand as you both head out to spray champagne. You’ll get to the bottom of this tonight.

After a flurry of post-race obligations, the two of you finally slip away to a quiet restaurant downtown. When the waiter steps away with your orders, you reach across the table to take Lando’s hand.

“So, what’s really going on?” You ask gently. “And don’t say nothing. Everyone can tell something’s been off lately.”

Lando sighs, avoiding your eyes. He runs his free hand through his curls. “It’s stupid, really …”

You squeeze his hand reassuringly. “If it’s bothering you this much, it’s not stupid. Talk to me, babe.”

He’s quiet for a long moment before responding softly. “I’m worried I don’t deserve you.”

You rock back slightly, caught off guard. “What? Where is this coming from?”

Lando keeps his gaze down. “It’s just … you’re this badass astronaut. You literally go to space! And I’m just a guy who drives cars in circles.”

Your heart aches for the vulnerability in his voice. You give his hand another supportive squeeze. “Lando, you’re so much more than that. Yes, I love space. But racing is your passion and you’re incredible at it. You bring joy to so many people. That matters.”

‘I know, but …” Lando trails off uncertainly.

You lean forward, gently tipping his chin up. “No buts. You deserve the world. I’m the lucky one here.”

He finally meets your eyes. “Really?” The doubt is clear on his face.

“Really,” you confirm. “I fell for you, Lando. Not your job or your fame. Your kindness, your humor, your giant heart … that’s what I love.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “When you put it like that …”

“It’s the truth,” you say firmly.

Lando lets out a long breath, his shoulders dropping as the tension eases. “I’ve been in my own head about this for weeks. Should have just talked to you sooner.”

“Well, you have me now,” you remind him. “No more keeping worries bottled up, deal?”

“Deal,” he agrees, lifting your hand to his lips for a gentle kiss. “Have I mentioned lately how amazing you are?”

You laugh. “It’s always nice to hear.” Your heart swells with happiness to see the sparkle back in his eyes.

Just then your food arrives, and Lando insists you try a bite of his pasta. The conversation flows easily again as you trade stories and banter. With the worry lifted from his shoulders, Lando’s charm and humor are on full display. By the time you meander hand in hand back to the hotel, the moon is high in the sky.

Lando pauses outside your door. “Thank you for tonight. And just … for everything. You’re my whole world.”

“I love you to the moon and back.” You gaze at him adoringly for a moment before adding, “Now, I believe a celebration is in order for that podium today …”

You open the door and pull him inside by his collar as he laughs. As you kiss him deeply, you make a silent promise to always be the safe space he can turn to when doubts creep in.

You’re the luckiest girl in the world to be loved by this incredible man. And you plan to spend every day proving he’s worthy of the same boundless love … to the moon and back.

***

You take a deep breath as you stare out the small window of the shuttle, watching the Earth get smaller and smaller as you ascend into the sky.

This is it. Your first mission to the moon.

You’ve dreamed of this moment since you were a little girl, gazing up at the glowing orb in the night sky and imagining yourself walking across its cratered surface.

As an astronaut with NASA, you’ve completed years of intense training to prepare yourself mentally and physically for the rigors of space travel. But nothing can fully ready you for the surge of emotions that hits you now as your childhood fantasy becomes reality.

Excitement.

Awe.

A twinge of nervousness.

And above all, gratitude. Gratitude for the opportunity to push the boundaries of human exploration. To boldly go where only a handful of people have gone before.

You think of Lando. How his eyes lit up when you got the call informing you that you had been selected for this mission. How he immediately started planning a big celebratory dinner, inviting all your friends and family. How he held you tight before you left for quarantine and launch preparations, whispering “I’m so proud of you” and “I love you to the moon and back.”

Your relationship with Lando has always been anchored in mutual love, trust and encouragement. As a Formula 1 driver, he understands the demands and dangers of your job, the laser focus it requires. When he races, you’re trackside or glued to the TV, cheering him on. When it’s your turn to take the spotlight, he’s equally in your corner, hyping you up and telling anyone who’ll listen that his girl is an astronaut headed to space.

You chuckle thinking back to when you first met Lando at an Engineering for the Next Generation event. Him in his McLaren gear, standing out like a beacon in bright papaya. You in your crisp blue flight suit, NASA insignia shining. Sparks didn’t just fly, they erupted into fireworks.

Fast forward five years and here you both are, thriving in your dream careers, happily together and each other’s biggest fans.

Your daydreaming is interrupted by the voice of the commander crackling over your headset. “Prepare for trans-lunar injection burn.”

It’s time.

You watch attentively as the burn commences, adjusting the shuttle’s trajectory until you’ve escaped Earth’s gravity and are hurtling towards the moon.

The next few days pass in a blur of course corrections, equipment checks, meals, sleep, and anticipation. Then finally, the moment arrives. You feel the shuttle tremble as the engines fire, slowing you down until you achieve lunar orbit insertion.

For the first time, you’re gazing upon the entirety of the moon’s pockmarked surface rather than just a slice of it in the night sky. It’s simultaneously familiar and foreign, a world both near and far.

“We are go for powered descent,” comes the voice of Mission Control. The shuttle shudders as the lander separates, ferrying you and your crewmates down to the awaiting surface. Through the window you watch the grey, dusty terrain rise up to meet you. A perfect landing kicks up plumes of powder.

You’ve arrived.

Stepping outside in your bulky space suit, you marvel at the stark beauty surrounding you. The pitch black sky, dotted more vividly with blazing stars than you could have ever imagined. The rolling plains and hills in muted grays. The unfiltered rays of the sun overhead. And above all, the profoundly silence, unlike anything you’ve experienced on noisy Earth.

You bend down and scoop up some lunar soil, letting it sift through your gloved fingers.

The next two days pass swiftly, filled with collecting samples, setting up experiments, and traversing the alien landscape. Too soon, it’s time to depart. As the shuttle lifts off in a spray of dust, you take one last look at the moon’s cratered face, etching it into your memory.

Returning to Earth, you’re met with great fanfare. Lando wraps you in an enormous bear hug, his relief and elation at having you home safe and sound is infectious. “I’ve missed you so much! Can’t wait to hear all about it,” he holds you tight and refuses to let go.

At the dinner he’s arranged, surrounded by your closest friends and family, you regale everyone with stories about your lunar experience.

Walking in spaces so silent your own heartbeat sounded thunderous. The inexplicable lightness in your limbs from the reduced gravity. Seeing Earth hover above the horizon, a blue and white marble in the void. The sense of wonder at walking upon a heavenly sphere humans have gazed upon for millennia but few have ever touched.

“I’ve always loved you to the moon and back,” you tell Lando, taking his hand. “Now I can say I’ve literally loved you to the moon and back.”

You see his eyes widen as you pull out a small pouch and tip glittering gray dust into his palm — a moon rock. “A little piece of the moon, just for you,” you close his fingers around it.

Lando is momentarily speechless, touched beyond words by your gesture. Then a grin spreads across his face. “You are simply out of this world,” he laughs. “This is going in my trophy case for sure!”

Over the next year, Lando has the moon rock fashioned into a ring, which he wears on race days for good luck. Sure enough, he scores his first ever victory that season, a thrilling achievement after years of near misses and podium finishes.

Standing on top of the podium, Lando whoops and thrusts his trophy high. Then he gazes straight into your eyes and says words meant only for you. “This one’s for the person who has always loved me to the moon and back.”

You beam with joy, pride surging through you. In that moment, all the years of supporting each other through the highs and lows to follow your passions feel profoundly worth it. Because at the end of the day, whether it’s launching into space or racing on Earth, you’re always each other’s biggest fans, connected by a love deeper than any distance — even 768,800 kilometers to the moon and back.

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fortuneandfame · 2 years

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Luminaire mclaren 600 lt spyder

Life is too short to drive boring cars and live in boring houses. Now that Kennedy is getting older it’s almost time to pick up something fun and take her for a spin. Would you roll this? And if you have something like this I have the perfect garage to park it in. This is the McLaren 600 LT spyder in luminaire green. By far in my humble opinion one of the best colors for this car. Loaded…

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untouchvbles · 2 months

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McLaren 720S at the Greater Milwaukee Autoshow (2024) in Milwaukee, WI.

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en-wheelz-me · 1 month

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#mclaren #mclaren 720s #720s #supercar #car #cars #fast #fast car #fast cars #luxury #supercars #luxurycars #spider

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rhubarbes · 5 months

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McLaren 720s Spider SeGTR by @darwinproaero

#cars #car #automotive #cardesign #automotivedesign

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mexxs-blog · 5 months

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FACE THE CONSEQUENCES

{ summary } — rhea facing the consequences of her actions.

{ warnings } — nsfw (proceed with caution) hair pulling, spanking, dom/sub, punishments, slight bdsm, manhandling, !brat/!brat tamer

{ word count } — 720

{ pairing } — drew mcintyre x rhea ripley

{ genre } — smutt

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Being in a relationship with Rhea, meant that sometimes, punishment is necessary. For Drew, today it was very necessary.

Rhea had always loved to get on Drews nerves, just because she could, and today was no different. It had started with her waking him up, which would have been fine with him, if it wasn’t with a pillow, and if it wasn’t directly to his head.

Giggling, she had jumped on-top of him, and before he could even crack open an eye, she was using the pillow to her advantage, slightly smothering him as he struggled to push her off of him.

Once he finally managed to shove her off of him, he sat up, his eyes finding Rheas face. Catching the stony look plastered on his face, she lifted herself off of the floor, laughing as she left the room, leaving him feeling slightly annoyed. But he would let go of it, for now. Strike 1.

Doing anything small, like taking a nap, while Rhea was in a mood was a big risk for Drew, but he had foolishly decided to take that risk. Rhea, once realising he was asleep, had figured he wanted some.. decorating done! With a black sharpie, she carefully drew up and down his body, obscure little swirls here, smiley faces there. As she continued, she realised that maybe she was just using her second “trick” as an excuse to check him out. Maybe. Strike 2.

Once Drew had woken up, Rhea knew she was skating on thin, thin ice. After he had spent an hour trying to scrub her ridiculous drawings off of himself, Rhea figured he would want something to make him feel better. She knocked gently on the door to their shared bedroom, smiling as a deep sigh admitted from the other side. “This better be important. You’re wearing my patience very thin here.” She twisted the doorknob, walking in and shutting the door behind her gently. She approached Drew, holding out a steaming-hot coffee, waiting for him to take it from her. He glanced up at her face, reading the apologetic look she had on it, before nodding once and taking the drink.

She climbed onto their bed beside him, not saying anything as he took a sip of the drink, silently watching the show playing on their t.v as he drank. After about thirty minutes of the waiting game, Rhea looked over to see Drew, finishing the last sip of his coffee. She grinned knowingly, right before he gagged, spitting his mouthful back into the cup, a repulsed look washing over his face, as he spied a fake spider in the bottom of his cup. Strike 3.

“I’m done playing these stupid fucking games with you.“ with a swift movement, he had grabbed her, dragging her into his lap. Now realising how badly she had fucked up, Rhea yelped, desperately scrambling to get away from him, but it was too late.

As he reached the edge of their bed, his hand tangled into her hair, yanking her head back, giving him access to whisper to her. “You’re going to count after every hit, i decide when to stop, and if you miss a count, we restart. Got it?” She winced, nodding as much as his grip would allow her to, before he let go of her hair. instead, he manhandled her body to hang off of his lap, ass in the air. Rucking her dress up her legs, he gently massaged her, moulding and shaping her backside until he was content, before bringing his hand down swiftly, a sharp smack echoing around the room. “One!-“ she yelped, the sting of pain hitting her quick.

He brought his hand down twice, three times, until they reached a count of 70. At this point, Rhea could barely think, tears dripping down her face, and her ass red raw, bleeding in some places. Drew gently pulled her dress down back over her injuries, pulling her back up to sit in his lap. Rhea wrapped her arms around his neck, her cries broken apart by hiccups as she apologised repeatedly, eventually quietened by his soothing cooes. “What did we learn today, Doll?” She repeatedly sucked In breaths, before answering. “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.” She sniffled, as Drew hugged her tighter. “Good girl.”

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

#rhea ripley #smutt #sub!rhearipley #bottom!rhea #drew mcintyre #wwe #fanfiction

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cinnamonshaybackup · 2 years

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All The Wrong Reasons— Aemond Targaryen

aemond targaryen x f!targaryen reader, reader is Rhaenyra’s daughter (because I’m obsessed with this trope currently, my apologies in advance)

Flying to storms end after husband!Aemond sent as envoys, (Rhaenys I’s dragon never died in this, so reader rides Meraxes)

konīr iksis iā gēlȳn naejot sagon addemmagon, valītsos - there is a debt to be paid, boy

ao tepagon chase naejot iā riña rȳ iā jelmāzma!? ñuha own lēkia - you give chase to a child through a storm!? my own brother!?

Nyke mērī jeldan naejot sȳngagon zirȳla, hae penance syt ñuha laes - I only wished to scared him as penance for my eye

ñuha jorrāelagon - my love

word count: 720

SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for Episode 10

“Y/N, we have decided to send you after Aemond, to show our goodwill, please make haste to Storm’s End.” Alicent spoke, glancing at you as she spoke before patting your hand, and walking out of the room after you nodded.

You dressed quickly in your leather riding outfit, a servant lacing your black boots for you, as you quickly made your way to the dragon pit,

“Meraxes!” The large dragon, your ancestor Rhaenys’ had ridden the very same into battle alongside the Conqueror and her sister Visenya, whose very same dragon was ridden by your husband. You trailed your gloved hand across her scales, affectionately smiling at the dragon you had been lucky enough to claim and form a bond with.

You quickly scaled Meraxes, situating yourself in the saddle, “Soves, Meraxes!” You commanded, and the dragon acquiesced to your request.

You arrived at Storm’s End quicker than you would have expected, only to hear your husband’s maniacal laughter carrying through the stormy wind. “konīr iksis iā gēlȳn naejot sagon addemmagon, valītsos!” Aemond’s voice carried to you before you saw him, noticing your younger brother and his dragon in distress flying away from him.

Your blood simmered, the situation sinking in, Aemond was taunting Lucerys, chasing him through a storm with angry intent on a dragon, much larger than Luc’s own Arrax. “LUC!” You screamed, feeling your throat slightly raw from how loud you shouted, Luc looked back at you, the terror slightly lessening in his body, he knew in his bones you would protect him or die trying, as you always had.

“Vhagar! Serve me! No! Vhagar!”

You frantically bid Meraxes to fly faster, cutting Aemond off from his chase of Lucerys, you glared at Aemond as Meraxes stopped Vhagar in her tracks.

Meraxes snorted as Vhagar roughly stopped, jostling Aemond in his saddle.

“ao tepagon chase naejot iā riña rȳ iā jelmāzma!? ñuha own lēkia!?"!?" You screamed across the winds at him, your violet eyes flashing wildly in your fury. Aemond’s eye widened as he looked at you, his face in shock as his wife glared murderously at him.

“Nyke mērī jeldan naejot sȳngagon zirȳla, hae penance syt ñuha laes! Vhagar stopped obeying! Arrax shot fire at her!” He yelled back, trying to appease you, the wind making it hard to hear.

“YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM! VHAGAR IS LIKE TO SWAT HIM OUT OF THE SKY TO APPEASE YOUR FURY AS A SPIDER IS TO DRAIN A FLY, YOU CRAVEN! HE IS A CHILD! YOU FIGHT FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS!” You screamed again, the words ripping themselves from you. You knew by now Lucerys was a safe distance away, the risk of harm coming to him gone, and you exhaled in relief, knowing how close you had just come to losing a brother.

“ñuha jorrāelagon!” Aemond tried to convince you to forgive him.

“Fly home, husband. I will meet you there, but I do not wish to lay eyes longer on you, as of yet.” You spat out, turning Meraxes and following the path Lucerys had taken back to Dragonstone.

The tightness in your heart released as you saw your brother safely dismounting Arrax as you landed near to him on Meraxes, you dismounted, slipping slightly as you hit the sand running to him. Tears freely fell down both of your cheeks as you grasped him, holding him tight with a hand in his curls pressing his head to your chest as you kissed his head, clutching your younger brother as he cried, the adrenaline leaving his body as he was finally safe.

“He said he’d take my eye, Y/N” He cried, and you bit your tongue in anger, shushing him as you held him. “No harm will come to you from his hand, dear brother, lest I strike my husband down in fury. I will protect you until my last breath, Lucerys, as I do all of our brothers.” you assured him. Tightening your arm around him before releasing him, “I must return, Luc. I love you, tell mother I have not yet forgotten where my loyalties lie, as I still bleed black.”

You pressed one last kiss to his head, in bittersweet goodbye as you remounted Meraxes and cast one last look at your family home, turning back to King’s Landing as your blood simmers still.

(literally just a little blurb because I refuse to accept that Lucerys is gone.)

#aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #aemond vs lucerys #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen fic

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cinnamonshay · 2 years

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All The Wrong Reasons— Aemond Targaryen

aemond targaryen x f!targaryen reader, reader is Rhaenyra’s daughter (because I’m obsessed with this trope currently, my apologies in advance)

Flying to storms end after husband!Aemond sent as envoys, (Rhaenys I’s dragon never died in this, so reader rides Meraxes)

konīr iksis iā gēlȳn naejot sagon addemmagon, valītsos - there is a debt to be paid, boy

ao tepagon chase naejot iā riña rȳ iā jelmāzma!? ñuha own lēkia - you give chase to a child through a storm!? my own brother!?

Nyke mērī jeldan naejot sȳngagon zirȳla, hae penance syt ñuha laes - I only wished to scared him as penance for my eye

ñuha jorrāelagon - my love

word count: 720

SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for Episode 10

part one, part two alternate ending

You dressed quickly in your leather riding outfit, a servant lacing your black boots for you, as you quickly made your way to the dragon pit,

You quickly scaled Meraxes, situating yourself in the saddle, “Soves, Meraxes!” You commanded, and the dragon acquiesced to your request.

“Vhagar! Serve me! No! Vhagar!”

You frantically bid Meraxes to fly faster, cutting Aemond off from his chase of Lucerys, you glared at Aemond as Meraxes stopped Vhagar in her tracks.

Meraxes snorted as Vhagar roughly stopped, jostling Aemond in his saddle.

“Nyke mērī jeldan naejot sȳngagon zirȳla, hae penance syt ñuha laes! Vhagar stopped obeying! Arrax shot fire at her!” He yelled back, trying to appease you, the wind making it hard to hear.

“ñuha jorrāelagon!” Aemond tried to convince you to forgive him.

“Fly home, husband. I will meet you there, but I do not wish to lay eyes longer on you, as of yet.” You spat out, turning Meraxes and following the path Lucerys had taken back to Dragonstone.

You pressed one last kiss to his head, in bittersweet goodbye as you remounted Meraxes and cast one last look at your family home, turning back to King’s Landing as your blood simmers still.

(literally just a little blurb because I refuse to accept that Lucerys is gone.)

#aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond one eye #house of the dragon #aemond vs lucerys #hotd

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