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fadingsnow · 4 months

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𓆙 MODERN BF HEADCANNONS (AND BACKGROUND STORY) - LUCERYS VELARYON (aged up) x f! reader

summary and tw: having modern! au lucerys at your college as your boyfriend 😉, uh includes nsfw, edit: i just realized i put jacaerys velaryon tags bc this was going to be a fic for both of them sorry 😭😭 divider, credits : @cafekitsune 𓆙

LUCERYS:

- He first met you at school, while his friends were pushing him around for winning another rugby game. (Yes, he plays rugby.) Ben Stark had accidentally pushed him into the side, bumping into you. Lucerys yelled slightly, his body making contact with yours. You warily looked at him, you were friends with his aunt but you didn't really like associating yourself with the rest of the Targaryen family.

- He immediately picked up your books, trying to ignore the weird feeling he felt when your fingers brushed against his. "I'm so sorry-"

- "No, no, it's fine!" You gave him a tense smile, trying to flip over your bag so you could put your backs in. "You need help with that?" He asked, nervous at giving you a bad impression when he only just "met" you. You looked at your watch to see the time. 11:55- You had to go in 5 minutes to the class you and Lucerys shared.

- "Yeah, just hurry up though." You mumbled, your fingers picking at your nails under the awkwardness. He opened your backpack and took the books from your hand. Another touch of the hands. He zipped it up, patting your shoulder. "I would suggest for us to go now? Mr. Lannister might get on our asses." That led to you running with Lucerys to class, knocking on the door with flushed faces, more so you. He barely looked affected.

- Lucerys had sort of latched on to you then. You wondered if he just immediately classified you as a friend in his mind. Whenever there was duo projects, you could already hear familar footsteps coming up to your seat. "Are you going to help me do the work this time?" You raised one of your eyebrows, gesturing to your computers. He nodded carelessly, "But I get distracted!" "Yeah, cause you keep telling me random stuff. But, what happened with Aegon on the rugby team again?" You asked, making him ramble on about it. His hands moved around making gestures. You just placed your chin on your hand, your project long forgotten. At some point, he definitely noticed you staring. Not that he would tell you.

- You came over to his house to finish some other project, confused when his older brother Jacaerys snickered at Lucerys when he came in. He slapped his shoulder, "I'm glad you finally got to talk to your little crus-" He couldn't finish his sentence before Lucerys loudly interrupted him. "My room?" He asked you, your eyes widening a bit. You were really hoping neither of the brothers could see how potentially red your face was turning. "You're already moving up there, hey, I mean-" "Shut up, Jace." Lucerys' voice turned threatening, a small smirk forming. "Before I tell mom what you and Baela did when she was out on a business trip." "That's not fair!" Jacaerys yelled as Lucerys followed you up the stairs. You tried to ignore Lucerys' stare, burning into your back.

- He opened the door, letting you walk in first. "Uh, so floor or bed-" "I like you." He said, running his hand through his hair. You looked at him in shock, the room becoming silent. "I've liked you like a lot, and I'd feel really guilty if I didn't tell you." "Oh." You only said oh? He now started to regret why he even told you, of course you would reject him. He knew it.

- "Lucerys, I'm not sure if I'm exactly relationship material. But I like you back." You murmured, playing with your hands. You blushed when his hand came to grasp your face gently, feeling twists and turns in your stomach. "Well, we can figure it out? How about that?" You nodded, grinning when he brought you in for a warm embrace. You could feel his curls pressing against your own hair, his smell engulfing your senses. That was before he decided to slyly push you onto the floor, not taking any time to capture your lips.

- He is the BEST boyfriend. He puts the most effort into the relationship than anyone you've seen. He'd skip rugby practices just to hang out with you. Any girl come over to him to be his "partner" for something? Nope, he already chose you.

- Cuddles or affection. Lucerys is always reaching out for your hand or some form of touching you at any time of the day. He'll literally grab you infront of others and just press small kisses to your neck, no shame. His hand would travel down your back. And it has you weak on your knees to the point where you had to beg him to stop. You're coming over to his house? Up on the bed cuddling. He'd refuse to let go of you, only if you forced him too. He'd press his head against your chest, curls all over you with his legs over yours. He'd say incoherent things, almost always falling asleep when you're together.

- NSFW UNDER

- When it came to this subject at first, both you and Lucerys were immensely shy at the topic. But both of you wanted to get it over and done to be able to approach it well enough.

- The first time, both of you tried to make each other the most comfortable.

- He was especially gentle, soft kisses all over your body. He would rub soothing circles into your thigh, his hands slowly opening up your legs. Your heart beat rapidly when his fingers began to brush against your inner thighs. He was whispering High Valyrian, words you couldn't understand, and he pulled you against his body, pressing himself against you. He lowered his head to whisper in your ear, "Jaelan naejot qogralbar ao sīr quba." (I want to fuck you so bad.) You whined at not being able to know what he said and the sheer heat of his body. You could feel his hard cock pressing against the inside of your thighs. "Can I?" He asked quietly now, waiting for your response. You nodded quickly, sighing when his hands held your hips.

- He'd always press himself into you slowly, never wanting to go to fast. He also liked the look on your face when he didn't give you everything you wanted right there and then. When his tip hit your entrance, you moaned, biting your lip to hold back the tears. It was so much pressure. You let out ragged sounds of stolen breath when he finally let himself fully in. He pressed harder, moaning softly into your neck. That was the one thing you liked the most from him, hearing the sound in his throat.

- This motherfucker can eat pussy like a champ. He knew every inch of your wet core, teasing your clit with every movement, making you pant for air. He wouldn't let you have an orgasm, he would only increase the pressure, making you cry out with pleasure. His fingers kept digging into your skin, he would tease you just laying his tongue flat but not moving it at all.

- Essentially, Lucerys is the best boyfriend.

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madame-fear · 2 months

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what about lucerys realizing he is in love with his bestfriend? 🩷💐

꒰ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱

ೀ amira speaks! : BELLA MY LOVE thank you so much for participating! I hope you enjoy this, and it’s what you hoped for, my lovely 💕 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 500

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : drabble, fluff, friends to lovers (maybe?). ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Lucerys Velaryon x Best Friend!Reader.

At first, it’s something that would be very, very slow to realise for him. Maybe something like a slowburn for him. The thought never sinked in properly until you were both in your late teens.

You are graceful, delicate — you stand by his side no matter what, defend his claim to inherit Driftmark, help him with insecurities, and wholeheartedly defend him. You once nearly get into a physical fight with a stranger that had the audacity to call Lucerys a bastard; how could he not admire you?

His whole family knows, and he gets teased for it — with Rhaenyra occasionally forcing situations for the two of you to be together, alone. Lucerys doesn’t want to admit it.

His heart beats loudly when you’re around, can’t take his eyes off of you, he smiles and blushes to himself when he sees you? That’s surely a normal thing to feel around a best friend. He feels a burning jealousy when another Lord or Prince makes you laugh? He’s simply being overprotective over his best friend. He thinks about both of you cuddling and even kissing? Those are just silly intrusive thoughts. That is almost, but not quite enough to convince him of his love for you.

What does make him realise just how head over heels for you, is when you took care of his wounds after Jace was a bit too rough with him during swordtraining. Not only you root for the young Velaryon Prince, seeing him struggle with his own sword training, but you also care for him afterwards.

Your hand gently tenders for his scars and wounds, with a concerned look on your face. Lucerys feels a bit timid while you’re doing so, but he can’t deny the fact that he adores the way you delicately touch him — wincing only occasionally at how some scars and bruises hurt, and you are so focused on treating him carefully.

“You did good today at swordtraining, Luke.” you whispered, praising him gently as you offered him a smile. He felt weak under your stare, and touch. “But Jace should be more careful with you. I promise I will talk to him about this, so he can be more patient and careful around you, dragon prince.”

The nickname was something you were used to calling him playfully, and it was a pet name he adored to hear rolling off naturally from your tongue. But what truly made him melt, was when you leaned down on his arm; pressing your lips against a scar on his skin, provoked during his training with his brother. You kissed not only one, but several of his scars and bruises so tenderly.

Realisation slowly hit him as his breath hitched, fighting back to hold a lovesick grin, as his heart pounded faster against his chest, and a rosy hue spread across his pale cheeks; you were so beautifully endearing with him. Lucerys not only was in love with you, he was absolutely dumbfounded by you.

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eunoiathewriter · 2 years

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Hello! Can you do a story with Lucerys Velaryon, please? Thank You ♡

L. VELARYON X F!READER

Sypnosis: When she had mentioned the beauty of Arrax, from what she had seen on a distance, to the boy he decided to show her him up close. But never did Lucerys think his dragon would be like... well, this.

Word Count: 1.5k

Okay, so this did not exactly go as Lucerys had expected it to go. He had never seen this before and it made his brows furrow, creating a crease between them as he stared at the sight in front of him with confusion written all over his face. He stared at the girl who stood in front of his dragon with a big smile on her face as her every move was mirrored by the dragon.

Now here is how it was. Lucerys had y/n, his betrothed, commenting on how beautiful Arrax had looked from a distance for the past few weeks. He would not disagree with the girl. His dragon was quite a sight. Pearlescent white with golden eyes and a golden chest, Arrax was truly a beautiful dragon, well taken care of and still very young and growing.

When these comments started, Lucerys simply just smiled and explained Arraxes’ complexion a bit more in detail to the girl. She would just listen and, in her head, imagine the beauty before her. The prince would also occasionally tell her about the dragons' weak points. One was that, because Arrax was still such a young dragon, he was sometimes unsure of himself. It is a bit wobbly when flying and is not as perfect as other dragons.

These conversations about his dragon did keep going for a long time. Seeing as y/n was not a rider herself and not of Targaryen blood, she knew that approaching a dragon for her could be dangerous. Hence, why she kept her distance and would only watch from Dragonstone Castle as Lucerys would be out and about with his second half. But it also made the young prince think. What if he showed her Arrax up close?

So, as soon as he found himself free from any princely duties and y/n free from her classes with Septa, he quickly, before anyone would come and disturb him or her, grabbed a hold of the girl's hand and quickly took her towards where the dragons were kept. He was repeatedly asked what he was doing, but the grin on his face would not even break from being questioned.

"What are you doing, Luke?" y/n asked as they walked towards where the dragons in Dragonstone were all kept in the volcanic tunnels. Seeing as it was quite warm down there and especially since Caraxes had a thing for disliking any type of cold, it was understandable they lived down there.

"Well you have been mentioning how beautiful you think Arrax is," the boy said, while making sure he was walking the right way. One hand was intertwined with the girls, and the other held a torch.

"Yes, and? It was merely an observation, he is very beautiful." She was confused but also a bit stressed as she did not want Septa to be angry with her for being stolen away by the young prince.

"I was just thinking you might want to see him up close." He said it in such a casual way that it took her a second to register what he had said, promptly stopping once she realised, and the sudden stop made Lucerys also stop, turning with furrowed brows.

"What? No, I shouldn't." She shook her head. "I am not a dragonrider. I don't have a connection with Arrax. I really should not be here, Luke."

It was the loud sound of a dragon walking that echoed in the tunnel, making y/n look defeated, knowing damn well that Lucerys was aware that it was Arrax. Out of being unsure of the dragon's reaction to her being there, the fourteen-year-old girl quickly grasped a hold of her betrothed again. Making him snort at the girl who sent him a glare.

"Too late to turn back now," His tone was playful as his dragon got illuminated by the torch he was holding. Arraxes white and golden scales were glowing as he looked at his rider and then spotted the girl who stood close to him.

y/n was staring with big eyes at the dragon, his scales even more beautiful up close. eyes of a bright golden colour. He was still quite small, considering y/n had seen Syrax and Caraxes even more up close than Arrax. But he was still growing, so she knew he would become bigger.

Lucerys gave her a look that asked if she could let go of him, not that he liked the idea that she saw him as her protection, but because he was going to go up and greet his dragon. So y/n moved from clinging to his arm and stood still, making sure not to trigger the dragon as Lucerys gave a slight smirk before turning to his dragon.

Luke held out his hand to the dragon. "Rytsas, Arrax," he greeted the dragon as it lowered its head for him.

The fact that Luke said hello to the dragon was all she could make out in High Valyrian. She watched with a tiny smile on her lips as Arrax closed his eyes when being petted over his scales on his neck and then a little scratched. Almost like a cat, only that y/n knew dragons were unpredictable and could switch in only a few seconds.

It was then, when Arrax opened his eyes and side-eyed her, that she felt a bit more uneasy. The dragon then turned his eyes back to Lucerys and started to look between the two, waiting for context from his rider. The girl stood stiff as the dragon watched her.

Lucerys said something in High Valyrian which made the dragon look at his rider and then slowly over at y/n who kept her eyes on him. The young prince wanted to laugh at how stiff she seemed to be. "Come on,"

It caused her to break her stare with the dragon and turn to Lucerys."What?"

"Come, he won't hurt you." He reached out his hand for her to take. "Come on. You know you want to. "

Yeah, she did want to pet the dragon and look at him up close. She got to feel how his scales felt under her own hand. So she walked over and grabbed Lucery's hand as he slowly pulled her closer to the dragon. He was making sure that his dragon would not spook and was fine with it.

With a questioning look at y/n, she nodded at him, telling him it was okay for him to put her hand out towards the dragon. It, however, did not go as he had expected as Arrax turned completely. Facing the two teens with his whole body. It had caused Luke to just slightly pull y/n a little closer.

Arrax then lowered his head, but instead of looking at Lucerys, it was her he was looking at, eyes, intensely staring into hers. Out of pure awe at his beauty, y/n tilted her head just slightly, and to her surprise, Arrax slowly mirrored her.

Luke took a step back, letting y/n stand alone in front of the dragon. But Arrax never let his eyes leave her, slowly mirroring each time the girl would tilt her head just a little or completely, as if trying to see the dragon upside-down. She was still being mirrored.

Lucerys's brows were furrowed as he watched, his dragon, his second half, was warily mirroring the girl he loved. And it was clear that the dragon was making sure not to be too hasty, not wanting to scare the girl, which made Luke even more baffled. Never had he heard before of a dragon that was just so interested in a human in such a way that Arrax was as of now. But it was also clear that Arrax liked her. Which made the boy smile.

"Does he do this to everyone?" y/n inquired, tilting her head side to side with a bright smile on her lips.

"No," Lucerys let out a chuckle. "He never has. I believe he is trying to impress you."

"Well then I feel quite flattered, Arrax. You are even better than him at impressing," y/n pointed at the dragon rider, who scoffed jokingly.

He shook his head, walking up to stand beside y/n as she continued going from side to side and being mirrored by the dragon. Clearly amused and entertained by the dragon, much like a child. But Lucerys could not blame her, all those lessons with Septa had to make something like this very entertaining.

"I think he likes you," Luke said, placing his free hand on her back.

"You think?" She quickly turned her head towards the prince as he nodded with a smile on his face. Happy his second half and the person who would be beside him for the rest of his life got along so well.

"Thank you, I appreciate this." A quick kiss was pressed to his cheek, causing him to freeze for a second before grinning widely. Rubbing where the kiss had been placed, as y/n once more became engrossed in his dragon.

"No problem." Crimson painted his cheeks.

"He really is more beautiful up close."

No, no, in Lucery's mind, she was even more beautiful than any dragon out there. Even his own could not beat her.

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simpingland · 11 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How do you memorise it?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I do!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sounds like a good idea..."

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

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

"And sail the ocean alone..."

And in unison you both said "but together!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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jacevelaryonswife · 1 year

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A midnight kiss | Modern headcanons 「AU」

pairing: Aegon Targaryen | Aemond Targaryen | Jacaerys Velaryon and Lucerys Velaryon x Reader

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Aegon loves celebrations that allow him to drink until he's unconscious. Targaryen’s Christmas is a family tradition that he doesn't dare to miss, especially since he doesn't want his mother's complaint the next day, or the other days it takes for him to answer the call or listen to the 2 minute audio she sent him. New year is his moment. He could be at a big party with his friends or somewhere out in the open filled with people, drinks and fun. The midnight kiss is one of the few traditions that he strictly follows, usually he only needs to approach you with a sideways smile and a seductive look, but sometimes he is more daring and snakes his waist to lure you into the trap of the beautiful violet eyes he sports. He doesn't mind kissing someone unknow — after a few shots of vodka everyone is the same — as long as you smile consciously back it's game over, his lips are on yours in an intense, delicious kiss that knocks the breath out of your eyes. lungs. But if Aegon knows you, he'll let a goofy smile flicker across his handsome face before slowly approaching.

“Happy New Year, baby,” he whispers into your lips.

“Happy New Year, Aeg.”

Aemond is not opposed to family Christmas, even though he is not in the mood to fraternize with his parents he will not be absent from the gathering entirely. It's a tradition, a happy moment, even if he might leave the hall at some point in the evening. Already in the new year he can spend it with his family and bring you with him, or, go to some discreet social with people from his bubble. The midnight kiss is something he likes to do, but it wouldn't happen to a unknow, not on his part, he wouldn't sneak onto a stranger's lips on his own. But if you look at him seductively with a persuasive smile and show interest, it might just happen. If he has feelings for you it will be even easier. Aemond does not like an audience as long as he allows himself such intimacy, but he will not care what his family or the people around him will say, however, if he has the chance to be in a private place he will prefer it. Before kissing you, he will look at you intensely, face to face with you. You know what's about to happen when his hand rests on your cheek and a sweet kiss is shared between you.

“Happy New Year, Aem.”

“Happy New Year, dear.”

Jace loves spending the holidays with his family. His eyes fill up when he sees the house full during Christmas and New Year, it's so good and happy. Much like Aemond, Jace could take you to spend the new year with his family or at some point in the dawn sneak you out to some busy place. Initially he would be a little embarrassed to kiss you in front of his parents if you weren't already an established couple, but he can't get away from tradition and he can't get away from you, so he approaches you slowly but firmly, holding your hands tightly, a sweet look and a closed-lipped smile during the count. You get the message and smile eagerly. He cups your face with one hand and captures your lips at exactly midnight, trying to ignore the emotional sounds his family makes upon seeing the scene. It's nothing over the top or cinematic, maybe it's a little plain, but he's firm and soft throughout the kiss. He smiles cheerfully and leans his forehead against yours.

“Happy New Year, Jace.”

"Happy New Year Love."

Luke is a sweet pup. He spends every holiday with his family and it wouldn't be any different on New Year. He's Rhaenyra's baby and that’s why she can't hide her smile when he considers the possibility of taking a friend to celebrate the arrival of another year with his parents. He doesn't need to tell you how he feels when his big eyes get shy and nervous around you. But there is one barrier, a big and horrible one, that prevents him from kissing you at midnight: his family. Never, ever, under any circumstances would Luke kiss you in front of his parents, that's why the midnight kiss doesn't happen exactly at midnight (only if he sneaks in a place away from the presence of the others). He would invite you outside for a "watch the fun". He would be super nervous, like, nervous as hell and would smile sheepishly at you before taking your hand. He presses his lips to yours briefly at first, before pulling back to watch your reaction. Seeing the sweet smile you flash, Luke feels more confident and kisses you with his hands still in yours.

“Happy new year, Luke.”

“H-happy new year.”

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Lord of Driftmark

Lucerys Velaryon x Fem! OC

Summary: it wasn’t secret that prince lucerys had many conquests and his sister was jealous.

warnings: my first language isn’t English and I didn't correct this / smut / incest / I know the labels aren’t 100% correct

It wasn’t a secret to the kingdom that Prince Lucerys "Lord of Driftmark" had many conquests throughout the kingdom, he was refused to marry and belong completely to anyone, his mother Queen Rhaenyra had tried many times to convince him but he simply did not want to, he was fine as sole ruler and with his women around, it was said that he had had some bastards but he had not wanted them, they were had dark hair as any child could have so there was no way to prove that they were his children.

On the other hand there was his younger sister Visenya the young girl who loved him since she had been conscious, she had always felt jealous of all the women who hovered around him and she wanted to murder each and every one of them but she could not, she could not show herself like that to others and she was definitely not going to let her jealousy win her over. Sometimes the princess made some of her brother's suitors disappear, the prettiest ones she sent away and made sure they never came near them again, it wasn't necessary scary them because they had the beautiful woman with a strong character and fierce stories.

Rhaenyra knew what her daughter felt and she also knew that there was no line in the world that Visenya would not cross for him.

sometimes it reminded her of her youth, the fire her children had within her and how they were as attracted to each other as she was to Daemon. Rhaenyra was aware that her son felt the same way since when it was suggested to him that she and Daemon had the idea of marrying Visenya to a noble of one of the houses he flatly refused, he even got angry at the idea. That was the first time.

There was another occasion in which Visenya was talking with a young Stark and while they were laughing and talking from afar Lucerys watched them and especially the man he killed him with his eyes, that time he called the man and took him away from the room after that it was only known that the next day he was returning to his home.

Both did everything to prevent the other from interacting with other people but neither of them did anything to be together.

As a princess she had to marry urgently and that was about to happen, despite Lucerys' attempts to stop it from happening, the Lannister house accepted the queen's offer to marry her youngest daughter to John Lannister, the youngest son of the family. Visenya was not entirely happy but if that was what she had to do she would do it no matter what, her family was the most important thing and above all her name was.

That day all the houses prepared to go to the wedding of their princess, by request of the Lannister house the wedding was going to be like any other because they did not want to follow the Valyrian traditions for not knowing them, Visenya was upset with this because she always wanted to get married under their traditions but there was nothing you could say to make them do it. After that everything happened quickly and the young couple was finally married, the whole event was witnessed by Lucerys from afar because at no time he wanted to approach them more than he should, he didn’t want to talk to them and much less to congratulate them.

While the people danced and drank Visenya's ladies took her to her room to prepare her to be with her husband, they bathed her body and let her hair down, they dressed her with a beautiful white nightgown ready for the night, as soon as they left Visenya heard the sound of the door and she thought it was her husband but it was not, it was prince Lucerys right in front of her.

"What are you doing here Lucerys?". She asked.

"I wanted to see my little sister “. He answered her, getting even closer to her.

"You didn't want to greet me the whole dinner, why would do it now? “. Visenya moved away from him trying to avoid him touching her but he was quicker and he grabbed her by the wrist. "Let go Lucerys, I don't want you to touch me".

"You don't want to eh?, that's not what it looks like when I see you spying on me with other women". Visenya was stunned to be discovered and did not want to say a word. "I know you want to be the one under me “.

"No, I don't and I will never want to". She defended herself.

"Never say never, darling “. Immediately after that he grabbed her by the waist pulled her to him and kissed her.

In the blink of an eye they were both on the bed she was supposed to share with her husband, Visenya straddling his lap, Lucerys' large hands roaming from her hips to the curve of her slightly exposed ass.

"Luke." She moaned as best she could. Her pussy was throbbing as he kissed her neck, slapping his hips against her clit.

"You must go, my husband could arrive." She pleaded him.

" Maybe then he will realize that no one could ever make you feel the way I do ". He whispered against her neck.

He stood up a little and turned around to drop her on the bed. He helped her take off her dress and leave her completely naked, walked over to her and began to distribute kisses all over her body and the occasional mark.

" Please Luke, don't tease me." She begged him.

" Are you going to let me use this pretty pussy?" he asked, running his tip up and down.

She nodded her head and he immediately smiled, his right hand reaching down to grab her thigh while his left hand guided his cock.

She moaned as she slowly felt him, her pussy stretching around his cock as he soothed her.

"It won't last long the pain, trust me." He told her. He leaned into her face spreading kisses across her lips and neck as he began to gently thrust in and out of her.

Visenya was starting to get desperate and wanted more. "Luke, harder." She whispered in his ear. He was surprised but took advantage and wasted no time to start fucking her harder.

"Tomorrow morning you will be carrying my child in your womb and no other man will be able to touch you".

Finger nails running down his muscular back, his words made Visenya thrill.

" Did you understand me?" . He asked taking her by the throat.

" Yes yes, I will take as many children as you ask me to, I promise " . He continued to pound her relentlessly, one hand gripping her thigh and the other grabbing her pretty throat.

"Please, I need...".

"Cum around my cock." He asked her and so she did, she felt free.

Luke finally came and his body felt bigger and bigger on top of her, his cum felt hot as it filled her cervix.

"Shit." he exhaled, pulling his cock out as his cum dripped from Visenya's pussy.

He brought his fingers up and pushed them back into her, making sure nothing escaped.

"Let nothing go to waste." He told her before planting a kiss on her mouth.

"Luke and what about my husband?". She asked him.

"I'll make sure it looks like an accident". At such an answer she smiled at him and kissed him again.

She was tired but she wanted to keep her promise and give him as many children as he asked for and for that to be fulfilled they had to keep going, so without wasting time she climbed on top of her brother and again directed his cock in her aching pussy to feel him deep inside.

" So someone is eager to continue." He told her with a smile. He took by the hips and began to guide her in her work and so they continued their night without stopping until dawn.

#house of the dragon #lucerys targaryen #lucerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon x you #lucerys x reader #house targaryen #house of the dragon smut #lucerys velaryon x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #prince lucerys #house of the dragon lucerys #imagine #smut #visenya targaryen #hotd fic

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aemondsbeloved · 1 year

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From The Tides Masterlist

Summary: You are the daughter of a fisherman in a small village of the Stormlands, uncaring of the impending civil war amongst the Targaryens until one day when a boy floats to to the shore of your village. Except this is not ordinary boy; Riddled with nightmares and loss of memory, Lucerys cannot remember who he is, until he does. From the moment you hear of Aemond Targaryen you are consumed of hatred for him. Aemond Targaryen is a near kinslayer grappling with his position. For him it was simple: align with Rhaenyra after Lucerys was heard to be living or lose his head, let his entire family lose their heads. He does what he must, as he always has; Just as he tolerate his nephews presence he tolerates the lowborn girl turned handmaiden to the Queen who looks at him like he is a monster and does not fail to express her mind no matter the time of day or what decorum allows. His grandfather thinks she is a lowborn upstart who would take any power she is given. His mother looks at her with trepidation and worry. His sister enjoys her company too much and might even consider her a dear friend. Aemond does not know what to do with her.

Pairing: Lucerys Velaryon x reader (platonic), Aemond Targaryen x reader (eventually romantic)

Series Warnings: incest relationships mentioned (daemon/rhaenyra, helaena/aegon), except canon aegon in this series, threats of violence against women, enemies to lovers, canon divergent, Queen Rhaenyra AU

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Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | more to come!

#about time we gave this series a master list :)))#lucerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon x you #lucerys x reader #lucerys x you #aemond x you #aemond x y/n #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x you

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house-strong · 1 year

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— OUR LITTLE SECRET ʾ ⋆

summary ; requested by anon.

“hii i have an idea for a lucerys x fem reader !! where shes his betrothed and shes like a couples of years older than him??, also luke acting very shy bc of that.”

pairing ; lucerys velaryon x betrothed!reader

notes / warnings ; slight age gap mentioned. this was a little shorter than what i wanted but i didn’t want it to drag on,, viserys is also still alive and healthy,, hope u enjoy!

returning to court in king’s landing was something lucerys was never excited for.

his uncles, aemond and aegon targaryen, both had a shared hand in bullying the younger velaryon boy. despite having his brother jace with him at all times, it seemed that lucerys himself was always caught in a finicky situation. although his grandfather often berated aemond and aegon, it did little to help quell their hatred for their nephews, especially aemond.

however, this time, lucerys was betrothed to you and set to make public appearances before your marriage. you were originally supposed to be married off to aegon, but queen alicent ignored the wishes of her husband and instead, married aegon to his sister, helaena. whispers of calling your family ‘drunken cunts’ were rumored to have fallen from the lips of the queens mouth. though, it was only speculated.

in attempt to desperately repair an amend that was unraveling with each week that passed by, king viserys decreed that prince lucerys velaryon would take your place as your husband as prince jacaerys was already betrothed to his cousin. this was the right step in making repairs to the relationship between house targaryen and yours, as your family even agreed that it was far more suitable to marry the heir of driftmark than marrying a prince who held one of the farthest claims from the line of succession.

the only problem lucerys faced was the slight age gap between him and yourself. he always imagined himself to be with someone his age. you were older and more politically savvy; refined and pampered for royal court in ways that lucerys found intimidating. tales of your beauty and wit were never strangers to his ear which only added to the nerves that never seemed to go away.

perhaps a girl of nine-and-ten was a better match for a twenty year old man, rather than a boy shy of fifteen. however, lucerys did understand westerosi customs and gave no argument.

he’s well in thought whilst staring up at the ceiling of his private quarters. his ears are tuned to the hooting owl and the singing crickets outside the balcony adjacent to his bed. the breeze flits inside, ruffling the linen that allowed some privacy in the room. he sighs, hands clasped behind his head.

what could he do to dull this feeling of anxiety? this ceaseless dilemma of shyness that forever haunted his being like a phantom to a barren castle? he was so sure, since his life was full of constant worry, that he would be growing gray hairs like his uncle corlys. except, uncle corlys was shy of sixty and lucerys was barely a man. perhaps he’d grow fine lines like his beautiful aunt, rhaenys, or he’d grow the stern, brooding face of his father-in-law, daemon.

he wanted so desperately to be rid of the thoughts that ran marathons in his head.

a creak in the floorboards is quick to cease his torment; his mind going silent as the sound interrupts. he’s frozen in place what seems like, but he slowly removes his hands from behind his head. one hand searches blindly underneath his pillows, desperate to find the handle of the dagger.

“who goes there?” his voice sounds the least bit intimidating as the end of his sentence ends in a wavering voice crack. he curses himself, who would ever find him menacing?

there’s a warm, orange glow that appears at the bottom of the closed door; shadows dance in minuscule detail. the door opens with a soft croak and he noticed that it’s a woman covered in a shawl carrying the candlelit flame.

only when the figure comes closer and his eyes adjust to the light does he see who it is; it’s you.

“i didn’t mean to frighten you, my prince,” you say, voice bordering a whisper as you approach. lucerys’ hand abandons going for the dagger and instead, he props himself up on his elbows.

his face scrunches in mock offense, “frighten me? i wasn’t frightened. just curious, is all.”

with obviously ruffled feathers of his black hair and parted mouth with doe-like eyes, lucerys velaryon was the farthest thing from a good liar. instead of calling him out, you smile and move to light a few candles that decorated his bedside. soon, the entire room is filled with a mellow ambience. he sees your face more clearly and he’s almost left breathless.

“i don’t mean to sneak in here like a common cutthroat, but i was eager to meet my betrothed. i hope it’s not trouble?” lucerys can’t lie, your voice is like music to his ears. he feels himself sinking deeper and deeper with each word that flows beautifully from your tongue.

he almost doesn’t respond, “not at all, my lady.” he swallows the hardness in his throat and clutches his sheets in attempt to ease the wetness of his palms, “we’re to be wed.”

you sit at the edge of his bed, one foot propped up, dangling in the air while the other foot rests against the floor. you quietly set the candle your holding on his bedside table.

“indeed we are, i hope i don’t disappoint my prince?”

lucerys is almost offended for you by the notion. he’s quick to shake his head, “not at all, my lady. you are.. you’re everything i could hope for and more.”

you smile and duck your head at the compliment, hiding behind the shroud of your hair.

“can i confess something?” lucerys asks, releasing the grip he had on his sheets. he rubs his palms against his clothing and looks down while he fiddles with them. a soft ‘yes’ is heard in response and he takes a breath, releasing it slowly. “i must admit that i’m.. rather uncertain about this marriage.”

your brows furrow and you tilt your head, “how come, my prince?”

“lucerys, or– or luke,” he corrects. he blinks for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip tentatively. “you are.. my elder. i fear i won’t be as good to you as.. as aegon could be.”

aegon was the farthest thing to be compared to good. you supposed lucerys didn’t know, so you didn’t want to be the one to tell him about the rumors about his uncle.

you smile and reach for his hand, not minding the sweatiness that meets your skin, “have no fear, lucerys. i was once in your shoes,” you pause to take a thoughtful breath, “we all learn while we grow older. i can teach you some things too, if you’d like. there’s no shame in it.”

lucerys is thankful that you don’t share his same sentiment and also enjoys that you’ve offered to aid him. maybe he shouldn’t be so anxious about things. he gives you a sheepish smile.

“i’m glad you think that, my lady.”

“(y/n).” you’re quick to correct him, just as he had done to you just moments before. “if i know your name, it’s only fair you know mine.”

lucerys titters happily.

you’re first to beat lucerys at breaking the silence, “i fear it’s time for me to go, luke.” he likes the way you say his name. “before they start to miss me, perhaps i’ll see you again?”

lucerys catches himself blushing, “i would like that, (y/n).”

you lean forward and place a kiss on his cheek, wishing him a good night before grabbing the candle you originally came into his room with. you begin to sneak away, casting a glance over your shoulder to the princeling who was watching you get away.

you give him one more smile before opening his room door. you slink through the crack with practiced ease and disappear into the hallway.

#lucerys velaryon fic #lucerys velaryon imagine #lucerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon x you #hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd fic #hotd imagine #my writing

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nightskyslayer2 · 1 year

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Modern!Lucerys? I live for these 😭

Sure here u go! But imma age him up a bit bc- yeah.

the modern!Jacaerys one

Alright, modern!Lucerys is a literal sunshine. This boy has big af golden retriever energy. I feel like he’d be such a dorky and goofy person, he’d definitely like that in a girl too. He’d fall for someone who’s fun to be with and has the same humour as him. Physical appearance doesn’t matter that much to him. I can also see Jace picking him up from school everyday omg my heart and if his brother knows about him having a crush on you, Jace would invite you to hang out with them every now and then. Lucerys absolutely pretends not to be shy but actually is a nervous wreck lol. Also, modern!Lucerys is pretty average in school, Jace sometimes helps him or if you’re super good at a subject you could help him out a bit too. He’s maybe playing ice hockey or soccer after school and I feel like he’s kinda attempting and aiming to be like his big brother but way more fun and childish at the same time. I can see him pressing his face against the window while waiting for you to join him in the car, throw snowballs at you at any chance given and tons of play fights and wrestling happening. Additionally he’d be excellent at cheering you up- anytime any day. When he’s not the silly dork he’s the big teddy bear: absolutely loves to cuddle, hold your hand, snuggle close to you and kiss your cheek. He’s so precious oof.

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bellarkeselection · 1 year

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Ok, so you take Lucerys request now right? I’m kinda bad at interpreting things so sorry if I did with your post!

But anyway—

What ifff…. Lucerys began enjoying the company of a servant, perhaps a little to much. He discreetly seeks her out, to talk and whatnot. He begins gaining an crush on them.. and lowkey angst?? Since yk he’s a noble and she’s not..

I hope you have a good day <3

Lady of Dragons Heart

Know your place my mother would tell me before she sent me off to be a servant to royals in Kings Landing. It was a great honor for a lesser known house like mine. It would give my family money but during this position I never intended to fall for one of the princes I serve, specifically Lucerys Velaryon. Walking through the halls of the castle I could hear a set of boots following after me where he called my name. “Y/n, wait up. Do you have a moment to talk alone?" Halting in my tracks my dress spun around on my feet until I was facing the young prince. He reached out for my hand so I placed my right in his letting him lead me into one of the empty chamber closets shutting the door behind us. It wasn't uncommon that we would talk in secret but it has gotten harder to be around him now since I am falling for him. "What do you wish to talk with me about, my prince?"

"Please no formality with me, Y/n. I would prefer you just call me Luke. As for what I wanted to talk about is that...I have strong feelings for you." He stuttered out shifting his gaze up so it would meet mine rather then him to keep staring at his boots and the stone floor. Wrapping my arms around myself I froze unsure of what to say to him. He was raised to be a good guy by his mother Rhaenyra. He has always been kind to me taking time out of his day to thank me or spare me a glance when he could. Yet there would always be the fact that I am a servant and he is a prince that would never work between us. "We can never happen, Lucerys. We are from too different stations - I don't feel the same - I mean maybe I do. But we can never happen. I not a princess or Lady just a servant that's all."

He blinked raising his voice at me and my words that I had spoken out towards him. "It doesn't matter that we are from two different stations, Y/n. I might not even be an actual heir to my mother. I don't look like my father I look more like my mothers guard...so we can be together. We could go to my mother and declare we are in love." Shaking my head I wanted to believe him. It wasn't right for us to be together. "Luke I'm sorry I just-" He cut me off slowly stepping forward pressing his lips onto mine making me gasp. Resting my hands on his shoulders I kicked him back enjoying the feeling until he broke the gentle kiss resting his forehead against mine. "Please Y/n, just give us a chance. I want you and I will do everything I can to convince my mother to move you up in station." Squeezing his shoulders I fling my arms around the young prince and he hugs me back but I don't say anything else, for I knew in this world it was harder for real love to be stronger than arrangements by houses.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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BABE here I am, since requests are open. Okay so um bear with me because I barely request, but I've been lately thinking about how a Modern Lucerys would be like with an extremely shy & awkward reader?

Like, she can barely make/maintain eye contact (and when she does make eye contact she lowers her gaze to the ground), is very quiet and awkward, stutters, blushes and giggles easily, but she clearly tries to approach him in small ways by gifting him small things like flowers or drawings?

I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SPECIFIC/LONG, I'M LIKE THIS IRL AND IM IN NEED TO SEE HOW MODERN LUKE WOULD BE LIKE WITH SOMEONE LIKE ME SKKDKDKD

also: you don't have to write this if you don't want to, angel! 💕

Anything you ask me I will do 🥰😔, and yes I loved writing this, as much as I am outgoing, I would be all shy with this beautiful boy

Perhaps you are each other's biggest stalkers, for all your friends (both his and yours) it is simply surreal the obvious passion that two people have for each other, but simply the shame, the shyness and a bit of insecurity prevent you from even exchanging a few words.

You and Lucerys obviously met at school when I say this is very, very young, you both sat on opposite sides, always apart, as if fate was trying not to bring you together, but your eyes and attention, always turned to each other.

You feel so ashamed to talk to him, it's just so hard, your nervousness, the butterflies in your stomach, sometimes even your head that seems to be more dizzy than normal, being in your circle of friendship an introverted person or not, everybody knows that you are very shy, and sometimes quite insecure about everything about yourself.

When your eyes would turn to him, your heart would beat fast, as if you had run a marathon or something, it was so obvious, but whenever your gaze would go to the side, and your eyes would cross, you would feel yourself choking on your own saliva, it was so obvious!? Did he notice? It was comical to see your disguise and embarrassment, like, yes yes, this wall is so interesting, the ceiling has never been so beautiful, or simply the way you looked at the opposite side.

Lucerys thought it was so adorable, he always believed that you weren't really looking at him, well, he was always looking at you, and the reactions were almost the same, but he didn't feel that interesting, to get attention, especially your attention.

Unlike basically his whole family, he wasn't coveted, he didn't feel so bad (sometimes he did) because the only person he wanted was just, the one who seemed to try to avoid him he doesn't blame you, ever, but it hurts, he just wants to be noticed, then eve of Valentine's Day, notes and chocolates, started arriving, chocolates, candies, letters, in his wallet, closet, he was so confused....

His heart fluttered at the possibility of it being you, even if in his head it was something stupid, but he felt Jace's mocking glance whenever he saw the candy decorated with hearts, yes maybe a little bird in love had come to him asking what his brother's favorite chocolate flavor was, with NO pretense whatsoever, to give it to him, oh little bird.

Whenever you saw him with some of his gifts, your smile grew in such spontaneous ways, yes your friends are talking to you, but why do you look like you're not listening, and you're looking at a certain Velaryon with the most psychopathic smile possible, when you came back to reality, nervous laughter came out of your lips, you were mad, when he turned to face you, you just grabbed your friend's arm, and quickly left the place.

It was such a ridiculous idea, yes you know, just go talk to him, they said, but it just wasn't that easy, at the same time your body longed to show everything you felt for him, all the appreciation, all the feeling.

It started with letters, drawings, chocolates, and even FLOWERS, everything you would remember him by, seeing him receiving them from afar, the way he wore the loofah scarf you gave him, (yes you knew that Harry Potter is simply his favorite book, and maybe you are the only one who really paid attention to that) the way he ate your chocolates, and even the way his cheeks flushed when he saw your drawings (whether they were "pretty" or "not").

All this couldn't supply what you felt, but at the same time, it gave you a certain comfort, you knew that he would never look at you, you are? Most people simply never paid much attention to the shy girl in the room.

You looked around trying to find some sign of him, it was finally Valentine's Day, so it wasn't too strange, you're sticking a letter of declaration in a "random" locker at school, people were doing this all the time, wanting it or not, you wanted so badly for him to leave you something, the smallest thing if anything, lost in your thoughts you didn't even notice the reason for your mental discussion coming up.

Lucerys looked at you in pure shock, it seemed as if your eyes were deceiving him, you, s\nmaybe the most beautiful girl in school, were standing in front of his locker with a letter in your hand, yes you could only have got the locker wrong, but the possibility that it was for him disturbed him in such good ways, taking the courage it gave him he went to meet you in large, hurried steps, clearing his throat slightly to get your attention, he could feel himself combusting when your eyes met.

— aah... You...misplaced the locker, the letter... Oh I mean... Hi — FUCK, he didn't even know how to finish a sentence properly, at that moment he just wanted to bury himself, his flushed cheeks said it all.

You were so shocked that you couldn't even speak properly, your eyes had nowhere else to run, holding the letter close, you sighed loudly, you couldn't escape anymore.

— Ah...Hi...yeah, no it's not, I was wrong actually, this letter is for you...I hope...it doesn't mean just read it I don't know. — you handed it over and quickly upset you ran off wondering which nearby ground you could bury yourself in.

You didn't want to see his face, his reaction, this situation was simply so terrible, your conflicting feelings oscillated between elation and despair, in a way that you couldn't tell one from the other.

The next day you honestly hardly wanted to go, to be more specific, you didn't want to step outside your house ever again, but you still forced yourself to go, since you had been sick for so long, missing was no longer an option, you had arrived earlier than you expected, maybe trying to avoid all possible acquaintances.

When you sat down in your class, you noticed a note with a heart in the middle, and a small box of chocolate on the side, you looked around anxiously, the room didn't seem so crowded, and he... It wasn't there, when you opened it you read it quickly, that declaration of love, of the purest adoration, that you never thought anyone would have for you, those words, and at the end one, you want to go out with me.

When you looked up Lucerys was looking at you hopefully, his whole face resembled that of a tomato, or something that looked like the purest of crimson, he was holding a small flower, his favorite flower.

— So... You want to, I don't know, go to the movies with me, or maybe a park, restaurant... whatever.

And clearly you knew answer.

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THE HIGHEST TOWER (1/2)

Summary: As a Princess of the Realm the chance to escape political marriage and abscond with your Promised was beyond anything you could wish for. When the time is right, your dragon will lead you to them and your mother will support your union. In return, you must do all you can to protect her claim, even if you must do so from within the very heart of the Greens.

Soulmate AU: Your animal familiar leads you to your soulmate.

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Reader (eventual), Aemond Targaryen x Reader (mentioned)

Word Count: 4296

Warnings: Canon typical warnings, swearing, just general character awfulness, some espionage, canon divergence, my first time writing for hotd.

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You had lived the better part of eight and ten years in the Red Keep. The daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen handed off to the Queen like some paltry trinket. The King’s first and final word on the matter of his granddaughter. Thrust carelessly into Alicent’s care at the fresh age of ten, a peace offering and a trade for Lucerys’ life. You scarcely remembered life beyond the borders of the castle. Only that one moment your brother's life had been under threat and the next yours was all but forfeit.

Your mother had clasped the back of your neck, pulled you toward her and begged her father for mercy. You who had not even been in the room when Aemond had lost his eye, lost to your own midnight flight atop dragon back. And then the curtain of Rhaneyra’s hair parted, and from over her shoulder Daemon met your eyes. For a single poignant moment, he stared and then a smirk broke across his face as if he knew.

Knew that you were not the innocent that your mother would have the King believe you to be. Knew that your midnight rendezvous with your dragon at the exact moment of Vhagar’s claiming was not mere coincidence. Your intentions had been innocent at first. A trip to the kitchen for a cup of milk which you would warm on the stove – a feat the late Sir Harwin Strong had taught you. Past your brothers’ room, your mother’s room, the servants' quarters and a balcony overlooking the beach. And then you had seen him. Aemond scaling your cousin’s dragon. And that just wouldn’t do.

Targaryens – true Targaryens who did not cower under the cover of darkness – needed their dragons if they had any hope of finding their Promised. Your cousin, Baela who always shared her sweets and let you borrow her wooden sword, deserved the chance to meet her Promised in the wake of her mother’s death. The man or woman that Vhagar would lead her to when the Old Gods saw fit. In the game of thrones when Targearyens already found so few chances for happiness, how could Aemond strip his cousin of her chance at true love? True, as an eldest daughter Baela’s future husband was most certainly decided – likely one of your brothers. But you were certain that Jacaerys or Lucerys would be understanding and gracious when the time came for Baela to claim her Promised, as she would be when the time came for her Lord-Husband. Such was the way of things. At least for the lucky.

Imagining your dragon, Laesuvion, claimed by another and leaving you with no guide to your Gods-given Promised made you feel ill. And so, you set out on bare, hurried feet to find and mount Laesuvion. You were a Targaryen born of the blood of dragons, of true Valyrian features. Vhagar was your cousin’s dragon by right and it was your duty to protect that claim. She was a formidable, indomitable beast but shackled with a new rider on his first flight. If you had one chance to disrupt the yet fragile bond being formed by dragon and rider, it was to dislodge the green boy and send him toppling toward the sea.

Laesuvion had hatched for you in your cradle. He was much younger and smaller than Vhagar but all the faster. It would be no trouble to fell your traitorous cousin. The difficulty became disguising the shock of white scales along the elongated arch of Laesuvion’s neck whilst searching for Vhagar’s camouflaged breadth.

“Aderī Laesuvion. Dokimarvose.” (Quickly Laesuvion. Focus.) You urged him.

Despite your efforts, you only caught sight of them twice. Once among the clouds, though you were sure Aemond got a greater view of you than you did him. And again, as Vhagar was returning to land Driftmark. Your hunt had been unsuccessful. But you had been sure no one would suspect you of such vengeful intent toward your uncle. Except perhaps Daemon.

“It is a fair price, Rhaenyra,” Daemon’s smirk was cunning, “They will not harm her.”

The betrayal on your mother's face heated your blood. How dare he tell her what to do? Your mother, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the iron throne. This man who was no one, husband of no one, Prince of nowhere, heir of nothing. Who was he to command your mother? And now, to step toward you and attempt to pry you away from her. So close you could almost-

Almost hear the two of them whispering. To each other. To you.

“Think.” Daemon hissed, “They will demand her for Aemond sooner or later.”

“She is my only daughter.”

“She will still be your daughter in the Red Keep.” He kept up the pretence of fighting your mother, despite her arms having gone lax around you. “Not a bastard. Not a bargaining chip. Your daughter. At the heart of the greens.”

“She is a child.”

“A Targaryen child.”

“She is my child.”

“Then let her prove it.”

“Mother,” You warbled. “I don’t want to go.”

“Tala.” Daemon shifted, and his eyes met yours again as if you should know this word. You did not. “You will go. Make your mother proud. Learn at court. Find those who support her claim and those who will side with the Hightowers. You are weak and a girl, they will not suspect you. When the time comes you will be our most valuable weapon.”

“But I want to go home, Kepa.” (Father or paternal uncle)

“Oh, my sweet girl.” Rhaenyra held your face and brushed away your tears. “You will.”

“’Nyra.” Daemon warned.

“But not today.” She kissed each of your cheeks. “Today you must be strong for me. You must be strong for your brothers. You must do as Daemon says, we must keep them happy.”

And then your mother pulled you toward her firmly, pressed her lips to your ear and whispered a promise. A reward should you embark on this mission. Beyond sweets and silk dresses and extra time on Laesuvion. Beyond anything you had ever been promised or ever dreamed of asking for. Do this for your mother and she would exempt you from the chains of political marriage that would shackle each of your brothers. There was no guarantee you would be lucky like your brothers, married to one who would understand. But do this and you could have your Promised under the eyes of the Seven, the Old Gods, and the traditions of old Valyria itself. Even at 10, you knew that for a Princess and a second-born, there was no greater boon.

So, you did what you had to do for your one shot to truly be with your Promised. You squared your shoulders, kissed your mother's cheek, and stumbled toward Queen Alicent. She gripped you by the shoulder, tucked you into the folds of her skirt, and stared cruelly down her nose at your mother.

“Now I will have no more fighting.” Said the King and having satisfied his wife for the first time in their long marriage, he ambled off to bed.

As the crowd dispersed, Sir Criston Cole flanked the Queen and as a unit, the three of you marched from the room. Your mother, scarcely held together in Daemon’s embrace, gave one last warbling cry as you passed the threshold and disappeared, not to be seen again for nine long years.

You were kept that night in the Queen’s own quarters to thwart rescue or escape. Behind a bolted door and no less than three kings’ guards. And yet, that morning, upon waking with puffy eyes from silent tears and aching limbs from the harsh sitting room sofa, you found something that had not been there before.

A gift from Daemond, most assuredly, tucked under the pillow you had slept on. The handle was perhaps an inch too long for your small age, but the blade was curved and wicked sharp and would require little finesse to cause harm. Inlaid in the pommel was a single ruby, the size of your thumb and wonderfully smooth. Carved into the cross-guard flowing Valyrian script read valar morghūlis. (All men must die.)

You would call the dagger gaomilaksir, duty. You would carry it as a reminder of the promises you and your mother had made one another. One day, as Daemon had said, you would become her greatest weapon.

There had been few bright spots in your life as the Queen’s ward. So, few in fact, that you could count them on one hand.

One.

You could not fly. Such a thing would only encourage escape back to Dragonstone and your mother. But you could visit Laesuvion and watch him sweep through the clouds. He had grown much in your teenage years. Still lithe in build and elegant in frame, but more angular like an arrow strung tight. He did not take to Kings Landing, not in all your years trapped there. So used to the comfort of Dragonstone and your family’s own dragons, he often abandoned the Dragonpit entirely. Kept tethered to the Keep by your presence alone.

“Where is Laesuvion?” You were just shy of ten and two when you approached the Dragonkeeper Acolyte.

“Hunting, my lady.” He knocked his quarterstaff against the ground. “He flew north not three hours ago.”

“Do you not offer him food?”

The keeper lowered his head, “He refuses it, my lady.”

“Offer him better.”

“We give him our very best, lady. He is a magnificent but stubborn creature.”

“He is a dragon, not a creature.” You conjured up a playful grin. “And I am a princess, not a lady.”

“Of course, Your Highness,” The Acolyte blustered, “Shall I inform you upon his return?”

“That won’t be necessary,” You strode to his side and plunked yourself down to lean against the stone entrance. “I shall wait for his return here.”

And so, you did. Silently, for the better part of twenty minutes as the Acolyte threw furtive glances your way.

Until finally, “Truly, my lady. Your Highness. He could be hours still.”

Wonderful. You thought and cast a dazzling grin up at him. “Perhaps you ought to keep me better company then.”

And so, you began your mission. You charm the Dragonkeepers – Acolyte and Elder, all seventy-seven of them – who knew the princes and their dragons, their strengths and weaknesses. You befriend the maids, the scullery, the wet nurses, and the servants they bunk with. Piece by piece, inch by inch, you win back your mother's share of Kings Landing.

Two.

Strange though she was, your Aunt Heleana always welcomed you into her chambers. In your shared youth, she always had a critter clutched between her hands as if it were the most precious thing she owned. You are four and ten, a year younger than your aunt when she is forced to split her time between her menagerie of insects and the chubby masses of her twin babes.

“The young prince has lungs,” You smiled at Heleana as the wet nurse rocked a wailing Jaehaerys. “He will make glorious speeches when he is grown.”

“Only one.” She examined the creature in her hands. Today she favoured a centipede, passing Jaehaera onto you.

You had long since learned to ignore her ramblings, “The sweet Princess must be the wordsmith, then.”

“The fourth in an age.” Heleana startled as if only just noticing your presence. “Apologies, Hāedar. You wished to speak?” (Younger female sibling or cousin)

“No apologies necessary, Mandia.” (Older female sibling or cousin). The Valyrian word tasted foul. You had your own siblings on Dragonstone, those whom you had been stolen from and those whom you had yet to meet. But Heleana liked it when you pretended that you were not a prisoner, that you were her mother’s daughter and not her forcibly attained ward. And so you swallowed it with a smile, “Might we talk privately?”

Heleana startled again as she turned to the wet nurse. “Take the children to the nursery, Bria.”

“Of course, Your Highness.” Bria gave an awkward curtsy, shuffled the still-wailing Jaehaerys to one side and received Jaehaera from your arms. Heleana turned to you expectantly as the trio disappeared through a side door.

“It is a sensitive matter I am afraid,” You eyed the centipede as it escaped her hands and crawled across her skirts. “I do not wish to cause offence.”

Heleana’s eyes pinched at the corners, “It is not such a terrible burden – to be a wife. Mostly he ignores you.”

“You misunderstand me,” You hurried. “I only wished to speak of your grandfather.”

“Not my brother?”

“Do you wish to speak of your husband?”

“No,” Heleana gave you a quizzical look. “I speak of Aemond, who will be your husband.”

“Aemond?” Your uncle who’s selfishness had trapped you here. One of Alicent’s precious children married to her living doll. The thought would have been hysterical were it not so frightening. Surely not.

“It is the natural progression of things. I was given to Aegon and now you to Aemond.” Heleana’s attention returned to the centipede. “One pairing to strengthen our house, another to mend its bonds. So says grandfather.”

“Oh Mandia. I am entrusted to your mother. There need be no marriage to bring me into the fold. We are family.”

“Yes. So says mother.” Heleana stared. Not so blind as she seemed. “But grandfather always gets what he wants.”

And so, you are four years into your mission, having sat patiently by the Queen's side. Having listened and learned and noted those your mother can count on. Four years in and the time to begin quietly making moves had arrived with a head start from your oblivious Aunt.

But then you see the centipede crawl from her hands again and writhe across her skirt. And you think maybe Heleana’s warnings have more to do with where the critter is trying to lead her than it has to do with you.

Three.

It took you longer than you would like to admit to worm your way into Otto Hightower’s confidences – if there were such a thing.

You had quickly learned in your first year at the Keep that Alicent feared her father, distrustful of his greed and power lust. Not much unlike yourself, she had been sent into the greedy hands of a different house in pursuit of the Iron Throne. Were Otto not so blinded by his ambitions you might have begun to worry that Daemon’s strategy might ring familiar. But Lord Hightower’s strength was also his greatest weakness. So careful in his scheming, gently coaxing his will unto others, moving his pawns about the board, sacrificing all but himself, he could not see his tactics turned against him. Beyond your connection to Rhaenyra, you barely registered as a piece in the game.

Daemon had been right. Weak and a girl and not a threat. Not yet.

So, you worked tirelessly to endear yourself to Alicent. Just as you learned from her, you began to teach in turn. When you are in the room Otto Hightower dares not spin his lies about succession. When you appear around corners in search of your Queen-mother talk of hastening the king's condition ceases. When you are near, Alicent is safe. She begins to wear you like the expensive accessory you are, a decorative shield.

Hours trailing your Queen-mother to and from meetings of the small council, waiting patiently at her side as she sat in place of the King. Serving wine to fat and foolish lords.

And then finally, on the eve of your ten and fifth nameday, the Queen brings you along to the Hand's Tower.

“Father.” She greets.

“Alicent,” Otto brings you to his office, where a tea set for two lays steaming. “I see you have brought your shadow.”

The Queen barely glances your way as you serve her tea and then her father’s, before retreating to stand at her shoulder. She glares across her father’s desk, “This does concern her.”

“She is approaching her fifteenth year, two since her first blood. Time has well arrived for her to marry,” He stares directly at you then, “Have you any fondness for your uncle, Princess?”

“My lord, the Princes and I are often kept busy by our duties.” Your friends among the servants have divulged their schedules. You stay firmly away from drunken Aegon and selfish Aemond, remaining civil only with young Daeron.

“You must see reason.” Alicent implores her father. “They hold no affection for one another. Aegon and Heleana have already wed in the name of strengthening our family. To marry her would serve only to anger Rhaenyra.”

“And to bind her eldest daughter to us.” Interesting that he would say so openly in front of you. Perhaps you have been more effective in playing a Green than you had thought. “Aemond will be a good husband to her.”

“I have no doubt,” Alicent says and as silence stretches you suspect she is losing conviction; you have not saved her this time.

You clear your throat delicately, “If I may?”

“Of course, sweet pet.” Alicent reaches out to fuss with your hair. She likes it long and keeps its length to your hip despite how cumbersome it can be. Short hair is unbecoming, she claims.

You look to Otto in false deference, “My lord?”

“Very well.”

“I think,” You begin carefully. “Aemond and I may be of better use to you.”

“And how might that be?” He is condescending but you have his attention.

“When the time comes that grandsire passes on, I suspect the lords of the realm will need cause to back a claim to the Iron Throne. My Septa says that peace such as we have seen under his rule may bring unrest. I do not doubt that Aemond will make a fine and just husband. All I mean is that mayhaps it would be wise to keep us unwed until we may serve a greater purpose.”

No mention of your mother nor their ill-begotten plan for Aegon. Hightower's methods played against him.

“And when the time comes you will do this?” He demands.

“It is my duty to my house.”

He tilts his head as a predatory bird might. “You must swear it, to myself and to your Queen, upon your young brothers.”

To pause would mislay your ruse. To hesitate would be to sign your life away to Aemond Targaryen.

“I swear it, upon the lives of my brothers.”

He considered you for a moment, and then his daughter.

“You have done well with her, Alicent.” Your Queen-mother sighs as Otto Hightower stands. “Enjoy your tea, I have matters to attend to elsewhere. Perhaps you will be of more use than we originally suspected, Princess.”

Your first true victory. You will not be shackled to the Keep; you will be kept safe until your mother comes for you. Until such a time that you and Laesuvion can seek out your Promised.

Four.

The Queen held a strange fondness for you. Platinum-haired and purple-eyed, the spitting image of the Realm’s delight and perhaps the only trueborn among your siblings. She took pains to brush and braid your hair, dress you in green and flout you at court. Her perfect tamed Targaryen. Who would eat from her hand, take tea by her side, sit prim and silent as her Queen-mother decorated her. You were her walking-talking glimmering triumph over Rhaenyra.

At ten, Alicent’s obsession stole you from your mother. At ten and four, it protected you from a hasty marriage. And now, at ten and eight, it was your path to freedom.

“Mother?”

Oh, how Alicent loved it when you called her that. One more thing ripped from Rhaenyra’s thieving hands. Alicent pushed into your room with a tired facsimile of a smile and took the seat across from you by the roaring hearth.

“My sweet pet.” She was dressed head to toe in full regalia. “I am so sorry to have missed you today.”

You tucked a piece of scrap paper into the book you had been reading, buying yourself time to school your features into innocent confusion. “As am I. My door has been locked. I am sorry I could not come to you.”

“A precaution – one that I fought.” Alicent reached for your hair, running her fingers through its length. “But we cannot trust you to betray your mother. Regardless of the years you have spent in our care.”

“I do not understand, mother.” But you do.

“Your grandsire is dead.”

You close your eyes, “Aegon is king.”

“Yes.”

“You did not wish for this.”

“I wish Viserys were still a living corpse. That he would outlive us all so that none could claim his cursed throne. Not Aegon. Not Rhaenyra. Not my father.”

“That is not a solution.”

She tugs at your hair harshly, “Foolish pet, there is none.”

You blink harshly. Your eyes scarcely holding back tears. For the first time since you left your mother's embrace, you are truly scared. No longer are you the meek girl who walks in the Queen’s shadow. Given liberties and protection in a twisted echo of her love for Rhaenyra. You are a living embodiment of what House Targaryen will be to House Hightower. A pretty little puppet kept from your dragon, cloistered away like some trophy, scrambling for a scrap of power to delude yourself that you have some control.

“What is to become of our house?” You whisper.

“Your mother and Prince Daemon remain on Dragonstone. No blood has yet been shed.” Alicent brushed your hair softly behind one ear. “We have sent Aemond to Storm’s End to do as you once suggested. To offer himself to one of the Baratheon girls, that Lord Borros might see reason and acknowledge Aegon as rightful King.”

Good, there were those beyond the Keep who remained steadfast and loyal. It was time to return to your mother, then. To tell her all you had learned these last eight years. To name her allies and set Daemon loose upon her foes. Now was the time.

“What of my brothers?”

Alicent leant back, “Scouts have spotted Vermax flying north likely as an envoy to rally support among the lords.”

“How could they have mobilized so quickly? Was Aegon not crowned mere hours ago?”

“He was, indeed.” Alicent’s gazed into the fire. “The Lady Rhaenys was not so welcoming of solitude as you have been.”

“She has gone to Dragonstone?”

“She has.”

“And no one has come for me?”

“They have not.”

For a moment you each stared listlessly into the hearth. When Alicent shifts back to face you, she has a letter clutched in her hand. It is crisp and of fine quality but most strikingly, stamped with the King’s seal.

“I am under no delusions,” Alicent says softly, mournfully. “You can no more contest your mother's claim than I can Aegon’s. We are matching pieces in this game, I think.”

Your fear swells, “Mother.”

“Please, my sweet girl.” She smooths the hair atop your head. “You must do me one last favour as my ward.”

“I don’t understand.”

She presses the letter into your hands. “Jacaerys will fly first to the Vale, to treat with House Arryn and then to Winterfell. You will take this and beat him there. You will do as you swore to do those years ago.”

“I ca–”

“Listen!” She jerked you by your shoulders. “You must listen. You will wed Lord Stark. He is as fine a match as any. The north is loyal to Rhaenyra and will remain steadfast, you will be well treated. You must go, with this missive from the King, his final wish to send you north to snow and safety. In return for your hand, they will take no part in the fighting, they will protect you as their own, until such a time that the victor is crowned. Do you understand me, pet?”

“The King never cared for me.” You said foolishly.

“And yet, with his dying breath, he spoke of you and of Aegon. That you would carry his legacy, that you would see out his dream to the North. That Prince Aegon was Promised to this kingdom. You must believe me. You must do this for your grandsire.”

“I do believe you mother.” She was deluded. “I will do what must be done.”

Alicent has offered you one gilded cage for another. You will not be fool enough to fall into this one. You will find Laesuvion and be gone in the dead of night. You tuck the King’s missive into your book and smile at the Queen.

“Shall we call for tea, mother? You have much to tell me. I hear I have missed a coronation.”

Five.

You shape your fifth and final joy as the Queen Alicent’s Ward whilst escaping her clutches. You take three sharp detours on your path to the Dragonpit. First, to the chamber of the small council where you snatch the King's ball of quartz, you will make a gift of this to your mother. Then to the creche where the Keeper’s turned a blind eye as you pilfered three precious Dragon eggs. Finally, you find yourself ascending the steps of the Lord Hand’s Tower. To take the Dowager Queen from the Greens would be the greatest gift to your mother and her cause. But Alicent, despite her many faults, had been as kind to you as one might be toward a favourite pet. And so you do as a pet would – you do not bite the hand that fed you. Instead, you do both your Queen-mother and the woman that birthed you, a favour. You find Otto Hightower asleep in his study and you pass onto him your final gift from Daemon Targaryen.

You leave gaomilaksir in the heart of Hightower as you flee north, your duty complete.

(Part 2 : The Winter Keep)

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madame-fear · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

— ☆ amira speaks : lucerys survived storm's end in this. — pairing : lucerys velaryon [ jacaerys velaryon ] x reader | jacaerys velaryon [ lucerys velaryon ] x reader. — genre : unrequited love, angst (??)

♡ Jacaerys : ♡

• Since childhood, it was always quite obvious Jace fancied you. From calling you 'pretty' to trying to impress you when swordfighting with his uncles, it was notorious he was head over heels for you.

• He had an intense, continously growing puppy love for you; and he even promised to himself at a young age that he'd, one day, marry you under the tradition of Old Valyria.

• But unfortunately, that one day never came for him. Instead, the Seven blessed his brother Lucerys to marry you.

• Rhaenyra could see that Luke and you were both very close, and she decided that not only she'd betroth you together at the age of six-and-ten as to make the union between your Houses stronger, but because she knew you both had mutual feelings for each other.

• This sparked bittersweet feelings for Jace. He could notice how both of you were two happy little lovebirds upon hearing the news of your betrothal, and even if he tried to be proud and joyful for the two of you, truth was he seethed with jealousy.

• And at that moment, he knew his feelings would have to remain hidden inside of him. Now, not only you and Luke were betrothed together, but himself as well — and he had been betrothed with Lady Baela Targaryen, his cousin.

• Even if he deeply appreciated and respected his now betrothed, she wasn't you. But, there wasn't much he could do about it, much to his dismay.

• His deep-in-love feelings for you would never change. And even if he can't admit to you that he loves you in a more-than-friends way, Jace would often try to show his love for you — and seek your attention — even if it had to be in a "friendly manner", and in a way that could calm his intense jealousy when he sees both Luke and you laughing and holding hands.

• For example, if you're all together in the dining hall being festive for something (such as a name day), he'd stand from his seat, approach you, and ask for your hand to dance. Being your brother-in-law, you would naturally say yes in a heartbeat, and Luke wouldn't even mind much, of course.

• His heart would thump hardly against his chest at the feeling of your delicate hand taking hold of his, as he guides you to the centre of the dining hall to dance. And in that moment, he'd forget about everything that surrounds him; he'd like to ignore the fact that you're actually betrothed — and deeply in love — with his brother, and would like to imagine as if you're actually his betrothed, and you're together as a happy couple.

• Occasionally, Jace would try and shamelessly hint his love towards you by gifting you things such as roses or any other flower from the gardens, jewellery, heirlooms, brooches with Targaryen symbolism, etc. And you merely pass it as a simple way of being shown affection by your beloved Lord Husband's family, and that is quite hurtful for him.

• You'd often find his coffee eyes fixed on you, but when you catch him, you flash him a broad, sweet grin, not thinking much about it. Jace would immediatly return it with a sheepish smile, and an intense crimson fluster on his face, then trying to look elsewhere.

• But again, it hurts knowing that you think of him as another childhood friend. And it hurts even more when he catches his brother and you sharing kisses, giggling between them, cuddling, holding hands, or simply showing affection to each other like a proper, joyful couple would.

• The dreadful mix of anger, angst, and jealous feelings would even worsen when Lucerys and you finally celebrate your wedding.

• Jace would've preferred to pass himself as "unwell" rather than assist to the ceremony, but being deeply fond of both his brother and you, he assisted, and hid his feelings rather well, clenching his jaw at times, but in general terms, he hid it as well as he could; even if he so badly wanted to leave before he could feel anymore sick of the stomach than he already felt.

• Much to his own dismay, Jacaerys had to swallow his own feelings, and accept the reality — treating his own betrothed the same way he'd treat you if you were his, being the gentleman he is, even if his heart never stopped pounding harshly for you.

♡ Lucerys : ♡

• Both of you met when your house travelled to Dragonstone, as you had been betrothed to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, the son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and the future King of the Seven Kingdoms.

• At that moment, Luke was already betrothed, and of course, he didn't think much of his brother's betrothal, other than being truly joyful for Jace, and to have another member added in the family.

• But, the moment his eyes laid on you and noticed how sweet and gentle of nature he were, Luke was absolutely mesmerised by how graceful you were in every possible sense.

• During the betrothal dinner, Luke could never take his hazel eyes off of you, even if he wanted to. A sense of guilt washed over him not only because he already had a betrothed himself, but because he was dreadfully beginning to take a special liking for his own brother's future Lady Wife.

• The best he can do is try and force himself to ignore his feelings towards you. Try to advert your gaze from you unless you're speaking and he has to stare at you, when he notices himself getting drowned on a train of thoughts at how pretty you are he would immediatly focus on something else (such as his duties, or lessons), etc.

• But... it's far more complicated than it seems when it comes to you. Noticing that he's a bit shy — especially around you — you try to approach him and make a conversation with him, and he could painfully feel himself slowly falling into a deeper emotion of pure love when you kindly smile, or cutely laugh. You are so, so pretty both physically and personally, it's hard not to find himself swooning over you and thinking his brother is lucky to have you as his future Queen.

• Seven Hells, you even gifted him a brooch with symbolism of your own House! Which, if he wasn't already on cloud nine with your personality and beauty, your kind gestures make him feel even more dumbfounded, especially by your gifts. And of course, he'll proudly wear that brooch in every clothing, every ocassion, and every day. And a smile will be brought upon his lips at seeing how thrilled you are at the fact that he uses the brooch and gifts you gave him!

• Even if Luke tries to ignore the fact that he's slowly having feelings for you, he can't help but treasure every single moment you have together, and, sometimes... he can't help but wonder if, perhaps... you also have hidden feelings for him? By the way you look at him lovingly, place your hand on his shoulder at times, hug him tightly, compliment him, etc.

• ^ But, Lucerys knows his mind — and heart — is playing tricks with him. He can see how you broadly grin when Jacaerys takes you dancing, how he makes you laugh loudly, or the way you stare at him with love and admiration. And it hurts, deeply; but he's genuinely happy that you're being treated like the Queen you are.

• With every passing day, you grow closer. Very, very close — and he tries to make his feelings evident for you often, much to his brother's eventually dismay. Especially, when Luke says how pretty you are, and goes a bit too far complimenting you, or notoriously stares at you for too long; making his feelings evident.

“Don't forget (y/n)'s taken, Luke. Don't you have a betrothed to compliment and stare this much, hm?” jace retorted with a playful tone, yet with a hint of honesty at his brother, whom intensely blushed at Jace's comment.

• Maybe he's a bit too obvious, but he can't hide it. Luke nurtures a deep appreciation for you, and frequently finds himself wishing he were on his brother's place.

• When the Battle of Storm's End happened, Luke came home much later after his brother returned from the North, and came with a very messy hair, scratched clothing, and intensely bleeding wounds.

• Even if he was obviously traumatised at having nearly faced death at the hands of his one eyed uncle and his dragon, Luke forgot about everything that happened the second you threw yourself at him — embracing him in a tight hug — and telling him how worried you were for his safety, while intensely weeping.

• It took him a bit to return the hug from the shock, but he eventually hugged you back, and gave into your warmth and your sweet vanilla scent — his heart dropping at seeing and hearing you sob badly.

“Oh, Luke,” you began, your voice notoriously shaking from the weeping as you leisurely pulled apart from the hug. your eyes were fixed on his green ones as your hands cupped his cheeks — your thumb rubbing tenderly a bleeding wound. His badly trembling hands mimicked your actions mindlessly, cupping your own cheeks, and lovingly wiping away a tear. “You have no idea how worried I was for you, Lucerys!” once again, you hugged him tightly, pressing your head at the crook of his neck. “You are such a good best friend, Luke. What would I do without you by my side?” Good best friend. Good best friend. Good best friend. Ouch. For you, he was only your best friend. And, he could feel his heart stinging with pain at the thought of it.

• Much like in Jace's headcanons, he'd realise he's not going to have much options but to swallow his own intense lovesick feelings for you, and accept that you only see him as your best friend.

• Though, he appreciates your company a lot, and he'll never stop having heart eyes for you despite him being betrothed himself — and you being his brother's betrothed — and showing you how much he fondly cares for you.

• This includes gifting you sweet little things as well, protecting you no matter what, taking you to see Arrax and pet him if you wish, and being your shoulder to cry on, if you need to.

• His deep love feelings for your beautiful self remain there with him until his last breath, but he'll keep that to himself, and would try to have the best relationship he can with you... even if, unfortunately, he can't be your Lord Husband like he truly desires to.

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eunoiathewriter · 1 year

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jacaerys x reader something angsty, honestly just have fun with it and do whatever inspires you!!

J. VELARYON X F!READER

Summary: He loved her since childhood, and someone else did too. The newfound knowledge of her being betrothed when returning after six years comes as a suprise.

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Six year had gone by, yet he still felt at home in the training court. It held many memories for him that were worth remembering, some funny and some not exactly his favourites but still held importance in his life. They also contained things he missed, such a people and other things

A few examples of memories he had from the training court in the Red Keep was when Ser Harwin Strong got so aggravated by Ser Criston Cole that he had immediately punched him. It was quite a foggy memory but Jacaerys knew it had to do with the accusations against his brothers and his ancestry. Which was where getting called Strong boys became quite the sensitive things for him and his brothers.

But there were funny memories from training in the Red Keep when he was younger that still remained untouched and something he would at times cling onto. He would remember training with his uncles, all having fun, well except for Aemond who would be kind of off to the side lines. Now, Jacaerys was not at times proud of the teasing he, his brother and oldest uncle would give Aemond but it was at times, to him, funny to think back on.

Though there had always been one thing he had loved more than training, teasing his uncle and other things that made this place so special to him specially. It had also been the place where he would periodically meet her. In their very early years she had only stayed at the Red Keep for weeks at a time until her father had become a part of the Kings Council.

The first time he met her she was walking with Aemond. Which had been quite the eyebrow raiser, even for ten year old Jace, to see his four years older uncle and this girl walk with one another. But the girl had given the prince a smile before walking off to do whatever, leaving Aemond to join the others. It was then the teasing of his oldest uncle to his brother that Jacaerys learnt her name. y/n of House Harlaw, one of the most powerful houses of the Iron Islands.

Slowly after that he would often see the girl with both Princess Helaena and Prince Aemond. Over time even learning more about her. She was the second youngest from her house, just about fourteen months younger than Aemond. He got to know her, she was very kind hearted and always had a sweet smile on her face.

Even though he had been so young back then, something within him was just pulled towards her. Loving her kindness and company. It was not often that he back then would enjoy a walk around the Keep or in the garden, but whenever she walked passed alone he would always take his chance. Even his mother telling him he was very bold for what he was doing, approaching her with such ease for such a young boy.

Ever since what happened in Driftmark at Lady Leanas funeral, Jacaerys had never seen the girl since. His little heart had been broken at never getting to meet her again. The last time he saw her she had been escorted out of the room just as accusations of what had happened to Aemond, Jace, Luke, Baela and Rheana were thrown around. She had given him a tight smile as one of the queen's maids had escorted her out of there, leaving the two families to sort it out on their own, leaving her father there with them.

Or, that was not the last last time he saw her. The last time he saw her was actually as she was watching the ship they were taking back to Dragonstone being loaded. Only thing was, she had been standing up on the high walls of Driftmark, metres up in the air so she could hardly notice him.

Now that he was back he had hoped that y/n still spent her time at the Keep. Jacaerys had seen her father once, walking through the corridor with quite the speed. He had simply just said "Prince Jacaerys' ' and given a nod while walking past the prince. That was something Jace liked, y/n's father did support his mother's claim to the throne and by doing so, he also supposed his claim to the throne. A respectful and very kind man was what Lord Harlaw was.

Jacaerys inspected the many weapons he and Lucerys had found in the training court. All of them he was now able to name after many years. Before he had only been able to name a few of the things simply, but not specify them as well as he could now.

Of course people were staring at them, it was something they would never be able to escape. As long as people knew they were the two oldest of Rhaenyra, the looks would never stop. Jace knew he looked little like his father, Leanor Velaryon, but more like Ser Harwin. His dark brown hair being the main feature that made people's heads turn at him and his first two younger brother. Aegon and Viserys never had anyone bat an eyelash in their way. But it was not something Jacaerys nor Lucerys envied.

One of the swords to use pulled his attention. Making Jace pick it up with curious eyes. Feeling the weight of it in his hand. The handle was nice and comfortable to hold. Casting a mischievous look towards his brother, he just slightly turned and pointed the blade at the younger boy.

This caused Luke to jump a little, surprised by the sudden move and let out a breath of annoyance at his brother who chuckled. "Yes, very funny."

"What is up with you?" It was light-hearted and he asked with a joking tone.

"I just.." Luke took a look around at the people watching them whilst whispering. "Everybody is staring at us. They would not do that if-"

Jacaerys was not about to let his little brother worsen his mood or make himself even more insecure than he already was. So he quickly placed a hand on Luke's shoulder to stop his rambling. "It doesn't matter what others believe."

Lucerys gave a small smile to his older brother about to say something but the sound of a woman's voice made them both get confused. Not many women moved about in the training court, especially when guards were training and so many others in the Keep were doing so.

Both turned to see two women, or well, they could not be older than twenty at least. One was rushing with a smile on her face towards the stairs down to the training court, the other woman following her hurriedly and calling out for the other one.

"Lady Harlaw, you really should not be here!" The one who was chasing the other called out to her. But the name, Lady Harlaw, made both Luke and Jace really turn their heads.

"Oh stop it. I am allowed to be here if I feel like it. Besides, who will tell me off for it?" Her voice made her sound older than the last time they saw her but it was her, it was y/n.

She wore a light green dress as her hair was made in a way that complimented her looks. She had since he last saw her lost the babyface. But her features were still recognizable as she smiled brightly and had just stepped down from the last step on the staircase. Waiting for the other woman to join her by her side.

"The Septa will not be pleased that you are spending your time here when you could be doing so much else." y/n only softly smiled while hooking her arm with the other woman as she reached the ground. Both of them walked towards a forming crowd. Totally unaware of the two princes that stood mere metres away from them.

"Well I do not care about what she thinks I should or should not be doing. Besides, I was invited to watch."

The two Velaryon brothers exchanged looks. Lucerys pulled face at the way his brother was watching y/n as she walked to stand by the crowd, a few men moving out her way to let her and her friend, or whoever the other one was see better. It was no secret that Jacaerys had a thing for y/n when younger but never did Luke think he would still have something for her.

But there had been something Jace had hid over the years. Ravens would come with letters, at times there could be months and sometimes only weeks. Their mother nor stepfather ever seemed to notice. But Luke would, he would notice his brother taking the letters and even sending letters.

"Are you seeing the same as I or am I imagining seeing who I just thought I saw?" His eyes never left y/n but he leaned just slightly closer to Lucerys as if to hide who he was talking about.

"I believe you are not the only one who saw her." Luke answered his brother before starting to get dragged towards the circle of people.

"Come on,"

"Woah, hey!" Lucerys shook Jaces hand off him and even though he did not want to, the sound of a fight over where the crowd was made him interested so he followed his brother.

They both slowly found a place to watch from, right across from where y/n and her friend stood, following the fight along with enthusiasm. Jacaerys and Lucerys could see that it was no other than Ser Criston Cole and someone else, from their family at least. The silver blonde hair told them as much.

The fight was intense, Ser Criston Cole was using a flail, swinging it at his opponent. It stood between three people, Daeron, Aegon and Aemond. Both brothers hoped that it was not the latter of the three. There surely was some kind of hate to still remain there since Driftmark.

Whomever of the three choices to be Ser Cristons opponent he was fast and very skilled. Wielding the sword with ease to cover himself from the flail that was swung at him. Jacaerys' eyes drifted over to y/n who said something to her lady friend, her friend seeming slightly uncomfortable in the situation unlike y/n.

A hit with the flail made the shield that whoever of their uncles it was that was fighting against Ser Criston broke. Making Ser Cristons opponent throw it to the side. And loads of "oh"s went through the crowd that was watching as it was quite hard to keep oneself from being hit by a flail without a shield.

The fight intensified. Jacaerys would throw glances at y/n to see her follow the fight with ease, and she had not yet seen him or Luke. It was not until the blond man had ducked the flail so he faced the direction of Jace and Luke that they saw who it was. Aemond, of course it was him. He had most certainly grown as much as y/n had since they saw him in Driftmark. His hair was longer and still well kept. But last time they saw him, his face was swollen from the cut on his left side, red and newly sown cut. He had just lost his eye the last time they saw of him, now he wore an eyepatch over it and it made Lucerys gulp.

Finally, when there had been an opening for Aemond he took the chance and held the tip of his sword against Ser Cristons neck. Not pressing it but just keeping it close as to signal he won. Applause was earned from the crowd to the prince. Lucerys and Jacaerys could see y/n smiling and also applauding.

"Well done, my Prince," Ser Criston praised. "You'll be winning tourneys in no time."

"I don't give a shit about tourneys." Aemond answered, eyes on Ser Criston before he lowered his sword and turned his eyes over to the two brothers. "Nephews,"

This pulled y/n's attention as she followed Aemonds line of sight and could easily recognise the two brothers within the crowd. Their brunette hair was something she had missed seeing over the years. A smile spread even wider on her face upon seeing the two again ever since they left.

"Have you come to train?" His question was not one to be serious as Aemond found some fun in the way the two gaped at him. It was very amusing.

After no answer was given, the blond gave his sword to Ser Criston who gave him a pat on the shoulder for the good work. Before he turned and walked up towards the two ladies standing with their arms hooked. y/n did not see Aemond coming closer as she had just gotten eye contact with Jacaerys. Giving him a smile and wave as he, too, did the same towards her. But it was the pull of her friend that made y/n acknowledge the blond beside her.

Neither Jacaerys nor Lucerys could hear anything from the interaction. But to the older of the two it was clear that y/n and Aemond still were as close as when young. The way she talked with a smile on her face, arm still hooked with her friend. Then turning and saying something to her lady friend which made her smile and walk off. Leaving y/n and Aemond to themselves.

The interaction is much like when they were young. y/n being the one person which certain things did not apply to according to Aemond. One of those being touching him, such as holding his hand as an example. When they were young, Aemond often did not bat an eyelash at the then young girl whenever she would hold his hand, sit close beside him, hide close behind him whenever she felt uncomfortable with Aegon around or things like that. He let her do it and never had a problem with her.

A feeling in Jacaerys stomach told him there was something off. Because it was not only y/n who seemed to initiate the physical contact. Even Aemond did so. Something he never did when they were young. It was always y/n back then and Aemond just simply would let her.

"Hey," Lucerys nudged his brother out from the many thoughts in his head. This caused him to look away from y/n and Aemond, just missing the kiss that was given by the Prince to her hand before they walked off. Hand-in-hand.

"What?" There was a 'are you serious' kind of face that met him as he looked at his little brother.

"Is that whom you've been periodically getting and sending letter to over the years?" Obviously Luke had conceted the dots. The way Jace looked at the girl and just the way his whole face had contorted into utter confusion at the scene that had just unfolded before him was more evidence than anything he would say.

"How do you know that?"

"You are not the most secretive."

Jace rolled his eyes, turning to watch y/n and maybe approach him only to now find she was gone. So was even his uncle, who had just been there seconds ago. He was truly happy to see her once more, his heart having taken a few extra beats at seeing how she had grown. But something was off, he felt it. There was something but he could not put his finger on it.

——

Confusing was one of the words that explained this to Jacaerys. His whole family, both sides were sitting to have dinner, everyone together after all these years. Even though it was strange to be all together his focus was on something else.

Everyone was there. His mother, Lucerys, Daemon, Baela and Rheana. Only Joffrey, little Viserys and Aegon were not there from his side of the family. Of course there was Aegon and Helaena who now were married, Queen Alicent, his grandsire and then Aemond. But beside Aemond sat she, y/n.

Even though they had been sitting and eating for a while now, Jace had a hard time not looking at her with a perplexed face. At times seeing his uncle give him a glance while she talked to his mother. Just as sweet as she had always been. This was a family dinner, and she was not part of the family in the way that everyone else there was. She was part of the family in a friendly way. But it seemed as if it was only Jacaerys who had this question of why she was there. The others let her sit there and talk with all of them happily as if it was nothing.

Even when they were young she was never allowed to be around if it was a so-called family thing that they had going on. In Driftmark she got escorted out when the blaming started, when they ate dinner together back then she always ate together with her father in his quarters. It was also always Alicent who would make sure she was there only if it concerned her. It was Alicent who would just tell the girl to leave them to it and make sure one of the maids would escort her back to her quarter. But now the Queen was not doing anything, sitting there and talking with her husband, and even Jaces' mother. Not batting a single lash at the young lady who sat and indulged in conversation.

The sound of a chair pulling out just a bit made Jace turn his gaze away from y/n. Turning to find Helaena standing with her cup in her hand to raise a toast. "I would like to congratulate my dear brother, Aemond, and y/n,"

It made all around the table turn their eyes toward the two who sat beside one another. Especially Jacaerys who furrowed his brows, as did Lucerys slightly who too wondered why she was there even though he was happy to see her once more.

"After many years you will soon marry one another," Those words were what made his heart slip, falling so it was dangling just on the edge. Barely holding on to the edge it had fallen off from. His face fell as it felt as though the whole world had stopped.

All that Helaena said next was foggy. He could not hear what she was saying in her celebratory toast to the two who supposedly were to marry. That was not how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to be his and he hers, she was never meant to be another's. She was not supposed to sit beside another man and smile at him in such a way she did or hold his hand in the way she did.

Yet she did. She was to marry Aemond. She did smile at him in that loving yet shy way she did when a lot of attention was brought upon her. To be completely fair, this could almost have been predicted. There were things that kind of just told this were to happen, even when they were young. She would always stand beside Aemond. Whenever Jacaerys, Lucerys and Aegon would poke fun at him, she was always there by his side. Giving disapproving looks to the older boy and the two younger. She would always be there.

Aemond too, always stayed around her as much as he could when growing up. He would not have a problem with her just sitting and reading while he would sit and do nothing, just being by her side. They had that bond, that one bond that Jacaerys would feel a feeling of jealousy about.

"Thank you, Helaena," y/n thanked the woman as she sat herself down beside Aegon. Everyone raised their glasses at the couple and took a sip each. All but Jacaerys. He sat and watched as Aemond pulled just a bit on y/n's hand for her to come closer, whispering something to her which made her shake her head with a bright smile.

"Congratulations, y/n." It was his mother who spoke, sending a sweet smile towards y/n.

"Thank you, Princess."

After that everyone went back to having fun. Spending time as a family and now Jace knew why she was there, because she was to be part of the family. His heart just losing its grip on the edge it was frantically fighting to hold onto. Hearing y/n say thanks to the congratulations with such happiness showed that she did not have anything against marrying him, she did not have a problem marrying Aemond.

Taking a swig of his wine, knuckles turning white from the grip he held the cup in. Staring off into nothingness before he turned his head and followed where Aemond was looking too. There he could see y/n, Helaena, Baela and Rheana all dance and have fun with one another. Laughing as they all four split from dancing around in a circle, holding hands to being two and two and doing the same when they were in pairs. y/n and Rheana danced with one another, their dresses flowing around them as they spun and laughed.

Rhaenyra and Alicent had started up a conversation that included Viserys. Daemon watching his two daughters dance as then taking a glance over at Aegon who downed yet another cup of wine. Going for what had to be his eighth drink of the night.

It was the way Aemond was watching her, eye following as she moved about with the other women. Laughing out loud without any problem, as the other three did. The corner of his lip was tugged into a smirk while watching. It made the growing pain in his chest worsen. Seeing the way he actually seemed to care so much for her. So Jace took yet another sip of his wine before standing up. Sending his mother a tight-lipped smile as she raised her brows in question at him.

Not caring for the way his uncles watched him, or the way that Lucerys sat and seemed to enjoy the show, he walked up to y/n. All four women stopped dancing and gave each other questioning looks. "Could I possibly speak with you outside?"

The question was directed at y/n. She opened her mouth to answer before glancing behind Jacaerys to Aemond who did not seem to really have that big of a problem with it.

"Of course, my Prince." She nodded and quickly just turned and told the three she had been dancing with that she would return very soon. Following Jace towards the door but also stopping by Aemond to whisper something to him and then walling outside into the corridor with him.

"What is there you wanna talk about?" y/n asked sweetly while walking beside him up the corridor. Patiently waiting for him to start speaking and not once making him feel rushed. Something about her was just always able to calm a man.

"I did not know you were to marry," His tone sounded bitter, not what he wanted as it made y/n furrowed her brows.

"Well, it is quite new, I would guess. Only about a month since he asked my father."

"Do you love him?" That question was what made her realise what this was all about. She did remember writing to him in one of her letters that she would, if it ever would be up to her, she would marry him. It was the answer to a question he had asked, one she did no longer remember how the question went. She had then been sixteen and Jacaerys was just months from fifteen. Not that long ago, yet so much had changed.

"I have not forgotten what I wrote to you almost two years ago. I can assure you that I have not forgotten it. I remember very vividly what I answered you and your answer to that." She had stopped, taking a hold of his hands and holding onto them.

"Then why?" His confidence, which was often through the roof, had now fallen. Voice small as he asked her.

"My father has always liked you, Jace, but my mother thinks it would never have been a good fit. I have always been meant to marry Aemond." Not a good fit, Jacaerys knew that was not it. It was because of the questions who his father truly was, it was because he was a bastard.

"Do you love him?" Once again the question was asked. In his eyes she could see he begged her not to say she did, but it had been hard not to fall for the blond over the years, even though her heart would forever belong to the Velaryon boy.

"Yes, I do." And with that his heart lost its grip from the edge and broke into a million pieces. "I do love him, but I will always love you too. You have long had a place in my heart."

"How much?"

"I love him enough to know I can spend my life with him and be content. He is a good man."

He stayed quiet. The pressure of tears building up behind his eyes and he fought for them not to fall but on did. The light of the moon made y/n see the tear fall down and she let go of his hands to wipe it away. Heart aches at seeing him like this. Brushing some of his brown hair away from his face as it came in his way.

"I'm sorry, Jace." Her voice is soft as ever. Leaning up and kissing his temple. "I am so very sorry. I wish things could have been different."

There was not much more she could say, and the fear of being found out there with him like that took over as she gave a sad face. Then turning back towards where the rest was. Leaving Jacaerys with a heart in the ground as he came to realise one thing:

She'll never be his.

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Ok so what abt…

lucerys with a knight!reader and hes like whipped and things their the coolest person ever but gets all nervous when he sees them training or talks to them

idk I think it’s cute 🙏😽

Trust // Lucerys Velaryon x neutral!Knignt!Reader

Summary: Luke is enchanted by a new young Knight. He is so desperate to impress his crush that he put himself in embarrasing situations.

A/N: Loved this request, but I had a headache trying to decide the pronouns!!!!!! But I sorted it out, thanks for reaching, hope you like it!<3

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Being a knight had never been Prince Lucerys Velaryon's dream. He had enough work trying to come to terms with being lord of Driftmark. But seeing you made him question many things. Your uniform of armor was one of a thousand things that had caught his eye. It had been Rhaenyra who had placed you close to all her family, you were one of the finest knights, young and respectable, though not of noble birth. Your primary duty was to protect the princes, and this was something Luke appreciated. His interest in learning to fight grew, and he used to pester Jace to spend more time with the sword, which he himself didn't like. But no one understood, and Luke carried it very quietly, knowing that his chance with you was nil. That didn't stop him from getting up early to watch you train, with that thin layer of sweat making you shine. He couldn't even feel jealous when some other knight made you smile, for he loved to see you in the comfort of being out of work.

It took him a long time to summon up the courage to speak to you, and as he had feared it went terribly wrong. He approached you with the intention of demonstrating how good he was at archery, which he was certainly better at than the sword. He deliberately positioned himself close to where you were resting, with a feigned air of confidence, and pretended to watch the arrows with precision.

"They are all the same, my Prince," you told him.

He instantly turned red.

"That's what I was checking."

He tried not to pretend he saw your smile, but it wasn't malicious either, the Prince looked very tender with that focused face. The first arrow was just a little off the centre of the target, and the court nobles applauded Luke falsely. Not you, you just stood and watched as Luke sighed in dissatisfaction. The second arrow missed completely and caused something of a commotion. When the third missed again, the laughter of the crowd was impossible to hide. That was the moment when Luke disappeared, with the excuse that he had to go back to his Valyrian lessons.

You would have liked to follow him, to tell him to ignore the people, but it was not appropriate. So the next day you made an effort to talk to him. You were walking along the beach, on your way to visit Arrax. The young prince kept his head down, looking everywhere and avoiding your face.

"The good thing about arrows, my Prince, is that during battle it doesn't matter how well you aim them, the important thing is that they hit the enemy, and they always go in masses."

You saw him smile sheepishly.

"The worst of it is that I am better at it than the sword," he replied.

"It is more important that you have a sharp mind than a knife. We'll take care of the rest.

"I know, it's just…I just…" you could see him try to say it, but he couldn't and you decided to change the subject.

"When I was little, I didn't have anything in the house except sticks and knives. No dolls, no books… I spent all day fighting with my siblings. But honestly, I wish I had had a lot more at my fingertips. I like knowing that I protect you and your family, my Prince, I just don't like the idea of going into battle. And knowing how to handle a sword or bow is not so reassuring. So don't be in a hurry to learn."

Luke didn't know how to tell you that he wasn't in a hurry to battle, he was in a hurry to impress you, of course that made him even more nervous. When Arrax appeared before you, the dragon, who was getting bigger every day, roared with joy at the sight of his rider. Then Luke forgot his nervousness, happy also to see his dearest friend. He could sense your nervousness, as you tried to move away from the creature, which, though beautiful, was still fierce.

"Arrax is very calm, you shouldn't be afraid of him" Luke tried to convince you.

"Well, your majesty, luckily I'm not the one who has to ride him."

"Do you…do you want to pet him?" He twisted his cloak in his hands.

"I don't want to risk losing my hands, Prince."

Maybe it was your fear, or maybe it was because Arrax's presence always made him feel better, but Luke started to get a little too confident. He turned to Arrax and whispered words in Valyrian that you did not understand. Then he took your hand, which was a little tense, and looked you in the eye.

"You are the bravest knight at court. And that Arrax knows." He watched as you smirked.

"And how does a dragon know that?"

"Well, because I told him."

When you laughed, Luke felt a stupid pride, and noticed how you squeezed his hand, still resisting.

"Are you sure he's not going to devour me? This armour must look pretty crunchy to him…"

"That armour to him is like a diamond to us, small, nice and shiny. Come on, trust me."

You looked into his eyes for a few seconds, he seemed to be begging for it.

Then you finally let him guide your hand, and slowly, he raised it for Arrax to sniff. You could see how it took him a few seconds before he finally rested his entire muzzle on your palm, and you felt a purr that was much louder than a cat's, but quite tender. Soon you could move your hand to stroke his face, neck and wings, the dragon circled around, making it clear that he liked you. And Luke kept his distance, watching you and admiring you. This stupid infatuation…he was never going to get over it at this pace.

Over the next few days, you could feel Luke's confidence to talk to you and smile at you grow. On the other hand, his desire to train had waned, and it was probably because of the humiliation he had recently endured.You could only watch the brothers from afar as they continued their lessons. Besides, Jace was a lousy learning partner, quick to get impatient and unable to understand that what Luke needed was a little patience. It wasn't your job to comfort him, so you had to hold back the urge to hug him and tell him how great he was without the need for swords. And the smiles you gave him only made him blush, though he always returned them, full of gratitude.

One of the many nights Luke couldn't sleep, he wandered around the castle aimlessly. And when he found you standing guard on the beach, he felt it was fate, though anything reminded him of you, for there was nothing else on his mind but you. The gentle breeze put those curls of his in front of his face, making him feel awkward, yet the breeze moved your hair in a poetic, almost dreamy way.

"Are you on night watch?" he asked, unable to think of anything else.

"Yes, my Prince. One of the knights has taken ill and owed me a favour."

"I hope it won't take long."

"Don't worry, I find it hard to rest so I like to be doing something at night…like you, I suppose."

"I couldn't sleep," Luke regretted his words instantly, for something in common you'd found and he's going to correct you. "Aren't you bored?"

"I'd like to tell you that the views are so beautiful that this is a pleasure…but the truth is that after three hours it gets repetitive."

Luke laughed as you smiled, glad to see him so relaxed. He stayed a while longer keeping you company, talking to you about the things he had done with Jace that day. He also asked you about your life before the Kingsguard, listening intently, entranced by your every word.

"Your parents must be proud of you," Luke said, picking up and throwing sand in his hands.

"They would have been happier if I had given them grandchildren, but the armour impressed them quite a bit too. Yours must be proud too. Everyone knows how clever you are."

"But it's no use. My father was able to fight at the Battle of Stepstones. I can't even hold a sword properly." His sad tone touched you and made you impatient in equal measure.

"I think you should put an end to that attitude once and for all. Come, let's practice!" Your enthusiasm caught him by surprise.

"Right now?"

"Yes! We have the whole beach to ourselves, we can take the swords from the cupboard. I think it's time you gain some confidence."

He followed you, somewhat confused and nervous, but your smile managed to reassure him. In the quiet of the beach, you guided Luke through every move. Being patient, clear and concise. And even though Luke was hesitant, he followed your instructions well and gained confidence by the minute."You're doing great, my Prince. But I think it's time you try to surprise me. Attac."

"What if I hurt you?" he asked unsure, though Luke thought he sounded arrogant.

"That's the whole idea of this…"

"I mean if I'm so clumsy that I end up hurting you without meaning to." The boy knew what he meant, and it took you a moment to remember that one time he pull out his uncle's eye as a kid.

"You'd rather practice with the bow?"Luke preferred to practice other things, but even thinking that already made him nervous, so he agreed to switch weapons. With torches illuminating the target, you walked a considerable distance. Luke knew the theory inside out, but it still made him tense, and even more so knowing you were watching him."You need to relax a bit," you pointed out. His arm was dislocated. When you placed your hands on his sleeve, Luke swallowed, letting you lead him on. "A little higher… let go."

When he shooted he missed. He couldn't hold back the insults, directing them at no one in particular. He kicked as you picked up the only arrow available.

"I should stop wasting your time…" he apologised dejectedly, handing the bow back to you.

"No, please!" You stopped him before he even turned around. "I don't want you to leave…not like this."

He sighed, looking you in the eyes and flattered, you wanted him to stay with you…you didn't want to see him sad, you genuinely care about him and Luke now knew that. He let you reposition his whole posture again.

"It's just that I always do something wrong…and I don't know what it is," confessed the Prince.

"It's not something you do, it's something you don't do. And it's being patient, being calm. And to do that you have to believe in yourself." Your voice caressed his face, his pulse quickening.

"What if I never get to believe in myself because I never achieve anything? It would be a hellish cycle." The arrow was still tense, he couldn't look at you.

"Then think of me. I trusted you, and I got to touch a dragon. How many knights can say that?"

He could see your beautiful smile, as encouraging as ever, and Luke caught his breath. You were so close to him that you could feel him stand up straight and seem to grow taller by the second, as if he was becoming a true Lord in front of you. When he finally released the arrow, it hit the centre of the bullseye. A clean and beautiful sound, as well as his smile full of joy. You gave him a hug on impulse, unaware that you were on duty or that it was the Prince. He didn't seem bothered though, returning your embrace with some surprise but full of affection. When you pulled apart, you looked at that sweet face and were at a loss for words.Luke couldn't find any appropriate ones either, nor was he able to keep his hands off your shoulders. It was strangely pleasant, and it took you quite a while to come out of your trance.

"I told you you could," you said, giving him a loving punch that pushed him away. The celebration went on for a while longer, with arrows still hitting the target, jokes and more silly anecdotes. As the sun began to appear, your turn was about to end. You walked together to the castle.

"I have to say I'm going to 'roll' into my bed," you were already starting to unbutton some of your armour, but first you had to escort Luke to his room.

"You make me envious, I'm due for Valyrian lessons in a bit."

"By the gods, I'm so sorry. I should have made you go back to bed, my Prince," you felt terrible, though Luke blushed at your dismay for him.

"No, no, no…it's not your fault. I'd trade a hundred hours of sleep to be able to spend even one awake with you."

The confession came as a surprise, and Luke knew it had sounded just as he felt it, because your eyes shone differently. If he could he would have run, but the warmth you radiated made him hold out a little hope. And the confession was repaid when you took his hand, gave him a little bow and planted a kiss on his knuckles.

There was no need to answer him, Luke could see you for the rest of the days, in your shining armour, and he could hear your voice whenever he needed to confide in him. He never told you, but it became obvious, that the night he roamed the castle he couldn't sleep because you were in his thoughts, remembering the touch of your hand on his. And now, he achived not only a kiss, but your love and trust.

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