#Lucerys:[Verses]Main

[domainofmuses]

okay but Lucerys who somehow lived the fall.

Who misses a leg and most of his arm but somehow something more feels lost.

Lucerys who has barely any memory to the point he only remembers there being a woman with white hair.

His only memories truly being blurred faces and places. A mesh of colors he knows but doesn't.

Imagine the Greens/Blacks getting to him first and him having no clue of who they are.

I live for my thoughts.

I live for this angst.

Rhaenyra so happy to have her son back she nearly cracks, only that he doesn't know her or the people around him. Jace trying to jog his memory too far and then it's a fight between and brother and a stranger.

[the-rogue-dragon]

@pirtirys Luke sent;

“It’s better to burn than to fade away.”

🔥THE DEAFENING SILENCE OF THE PAINTED TABLE engulfed his ears once every member of the Black Council took their leave. He could still hear their voices around the table, the different points of view, the ideas, the discussions of what to do, and when. It was exhausting to say the least - and he knew that it was only just beginning. The now Prince Consort and Protector of the Realm, stood by the opened window, observing in the horizon towards King’s Landing - a longing of a home he no longer possessed. And not because the Greens had it, but because he was gone. It has not been more than five hours or so since the news arrived - his brother was gone and with it all he had left.

It was true that in the past years both brothers have been struggling - their relationship strained -  but the Stranger came too soon, or at least he believed so. No one is truly ready to meet it, no one is truly ready to say goodbye. It is always too soon. And he wished that night after sharing dinner with the family, he wished he had gone back to his brother’s chambers and told him all the things that now were caught in his throat squeezing so hard he could no longer breathe. Hands found their way to his temples as he massaged them slowly, trying in vain for the voices to quiet down. But to no avail the silence was louder than never. He felt alone - and a Targaryen alone in the world was a terrible thing.

Such was the noise in his ears that the presence of Luke at his side he had not heard. Not until the boy spoke, and Daemon seemed to have left his body for a fraction of a second before he recognized the other. “Luke.” He acknowledged his presence in a way to soothe himself. Viserys was not the only thing he had lost that day, and he was certain worse was to come. “I think we are all going to fade away…” Perhaps not to history and the Maesters with their pens ready to write about them and whatever actions they took. But it would be for them. “Why are you out of bed? It is late.”

[storiesofthenight]

Lucerys tag dump

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[rhaenyrsa]

There is little that can calm her now, save perhaps her own children. To hear what they endured at the hands of their uncle horrified her, to know that Alicent, her former friend, wished to disfigure her son over a mere accident left her feeling unsafe in the place where she should feel safest. And to think she was off, completely unaware of what had transpired! Her sons were chased with stones, her flesh and blood had their lives threatened and Alicent couldn't even care.

“ I know, sweet boy. ” She wraps her arms around him, softly exhaling as she does so. He is safe. Jacaerys is safe. Rhaenyra pulls back from their embrace, lithe fingers running through his dark hair as she breathes a shaky breath. “ Everything will be okay. I swear it. They will not and cannot harm you. ” She promises, seeking out his gaze. “ Are you alright? Do I need to fetch the Grand Maester? This cut . . . ” She grabs his face, turning it gently to observe her son's face more closely. “ I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I will not let this happen again. ”

He has always been the weaker one. Aemond teased him for it relentlessly, and try as his big brother might, not even Jacaerys could protect Lucerys from the teasing. They were return to Dragonstone tomorrow now, the "Strong" boys going back into exile. Sitting in the bed he wished to always remain in, holding the sword given to him by his father — Lucerys shivered. The memory of Queen Alicent coming at him, taking the knife, aiming for his eye. He didn't mean it, he didn't mean to strike down his uncle's eye. He just wanted to protect Joffrey, to keep Jace out of the fire — and he was thinking of Rhaena. Years may have passed, but the sting remains.

" Mother? " He hears her, the soft footsteps of the one day queen. It's instant how she lightens the mood, soft as he realizes he's safe again. Protected. " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you this much trouble. " i'm scared. i'm scared. i'm scared. " I never should have taken his eye I know. I wasn't thinking and look what I've done now. " @rhaenyrsa

[darksisterk]

Let’s get this straight in HOTD ship discourse:

Out of all the so-called “perverted” ships in the show, we could name quite a few to be honest.. Daemon/Rhaenyra’s age-gap is close to 20 years apart. We had scenes of them with implied sexual tension even when Rhaenyra was only 14 in episode 1, yet no one seemed to have a problem with that. Viserys/Alicent..we won’t even talk about the age-gap between these two because it’s just absurd, but it is an arranged marriage. Yet again, most people don’t seem to have a problem with this.

Aemond/Alys, or Daemon/Alys, the largest age-gap thus far considering Gayle Rankin claims that Alys is nearly 400 years old beneath her glimmer.

Lastly Aemond/Lucerys, these two have the least of the age-gaps as they are only 3 years apart and yet people still call this the most “monstrous” of all the ships in show-verse. I get it, Elliot, who plays Luke is far younger than Ewan, so the age disparity is more obvious than it should be in canon, but so was Matt Smith and Milly Alcock when they portrayed Daemon/Rhaenyra…Let’s be real though, the main reason people are offended by this pairing is because it’s a queer ship. Had Lucerys been a girl there wouldn’t be near as much affront. I know a lot of talented, amazing individuals who have written for this ship..particularly aged-up Aemond/Lucerys and none of them deserve the hate directed towards them nor their work when there are far more disturbing ships in the show. Not everyone who supports this pairing condone fanart/works portraying the underage actor. So let’s stop acting like everyone who ships Lucerys/Aemond is demon spawn for seven hells sake. 🤝

[itsluckylolita]

Saviour Of Dragons | CHAPTER SIX

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The early morning air of training grounds never got old to Y/n, no matter where she was. She shuffled a wooden sword into place on one of the training mannequins, the Training Master, Corwyn, adjusting the others. Rhaenyra had charged her with overseeing the young princes’ battle training after Jacaerys was caught being too rough with his younger brother. It was not Lucerys’ fault, he was not born to wield a sword as his brother was.

“Nightwolf!” Y/n turned at that, raising her brow although no one could see past her helmet. Jacaerys walked towards her, trailed quickly by his younger brother.

“That is what they have begun to call you, the Nightwolf of Dragonstone who saved the Princess’ life.” Jacaerys grinned, Corwyn falling into place beside Y/n.

“‘Tis an honour to be perceived as such a valiant animal, your highness.” She bowed, hand planted firmly on the hilt of her blade. Jacaerys clapped his hand on her shoulder before turning to Corwyn.

“So, what shall we begin with today?” He asked, and before long the three soon fell into a familiar routine; switching between the two fighting Corwyn, each other, or the training dummies. Y/n stood watch silently, observing the different fighting styles Corwyn had them practice. She had been trained in the sword of every kingdom before her knight-ship. First she trained alongside a sellsword from Dorne, then a knight of the Crownlands, and as she left Kingslanding she was enamored by the techniques of a knight from the Vale. Two knights, one from the Westerlands and one from the Reach, trained her as she made her way up the King’s Road. Within the isle of Dragonstone a simple man of the Riverlands offered his help, and when a man of the Stormlands saw him he stepped in to help as well. Then finally Harlik had taught her all she knew of Northern battle.

Y/n was well versed in all, to be sure, but the swift way the Dornish fought intrigued her the most. They rarely wore steel armor, the sellsword had said, because their enemy never got close enough to land a hit.

“Ser,” Corwyn called, Y/n turning her head in his direction, “would you care to take over?” Y/n nodded, approaching the two boys who huffed out hot breaths of air.

“What style of fighting have you two focused on?” She questioned, flexing her hands within her leather gloves.

“Swords for the most part, sometimes Lucerys likes the bow.” Jacaerys snickered, his younger brother elbowing him in turn.

“No, I mean, what kingdom style. Are you most comfortable with the techniques of the Crownlands or the Reach? The North or the Riverlands?” Y/n trailed off, expecting their answer.

“I suppose the Crownlands?” Lucerys shrugged.

“It is to be expected. I myself favour the Dornish way, would you two like to see a demonstration?” The two boys nodded vigorously, curious to what the Dornish would have to offer them. Y/n shed the majority of her armor, swiftly raising her sword against the two before nodding at them to brandish their weapons. She goaded them to attack, Jacaerys lunging first. He swung his sword with great power but it was no use; Y/n dodged it quickly, hopping behind the prince and knocking him to the ground with the butt of her blade. Lucerys was quieter with his approach, yet still he did not succeed. He took too long holding his sword up to gain momentum in his swing, Y/n using his momentary pause to her advantage. She kicked him backwards, a winded gasp coming from the boy as he fell to the ground.

“W-what the hell was that?” Lucerys coughed, his elder brother helping him up.

“That, my young princes, was the way of the Dornish.” Y/n chuckled, putting away her weapon, “Would you like me to teach you?”

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The evening was brisk, Y/n stretching out her neck as she read a book before bed. The boys had done a number on her, unrelenting in their pursuit of a new trade. They were quick learners—eager. By the time Y/n was finished with them she was breathing as hard as they were. Fire crackled in the pit across from her, sending sweet smelling smoke her way. It was familiar, the burn of ash in her throat, reminiscent of a place she had been long ago yet no longer had any recollection of. Y/n shut her book and blew out the candle by her bedside, throwing the covers over her face and settling into the night of dreams.

Y/n awoke groggily, looking around her with bleary eyes. She sat underneath a weirwood tree but oddly enough she was not in the North. By the way the sun beat upon her she was south as south could be, lush southern plants encasing the weirwood in every direction.

“You are new.” A girl’s voice spoke, Y/n shutting up straight as her eyes locked onto a young girl sitting across from her on a bench. Within her hands crawled a spider large enough to encase them, the creature moving back and forth between the girls grasp.

“I am new?” Y/n groaned, still getting used to the new setting she was in, no longer asleep in her chambers.

“Yes, you are new to this dream. Why are you here? What have you to tell me?” The girl lifted her periwinkle gaze towards Y/n, silken strands of waved silver hair tied back into a long braid. Now Y/n recognized her, she was a Targaryen; which one she couldn't say.

“I don't know, I suppose nothing. What do you wish to know?” Y/n sighed, rubbing the back of her head.

“Why are you here?” The silver haired girl asked, her eyes diverting back to the spider.

“I am here because this is my dream, and I am asleep, and apparently I fantasize about speaking to spider-loving Targaryen’s.” Y/n chuckled, the girl raising her brow.

“This cannot be your dream, as it is mine.” The girl scoffed.

“I can bet your arse it's my dream, but there’s no use in convincing you, I’ll wake up soon enough and go back to my duties.” Y/n shrugged.

“And so shall I.” The girl grinned, putting down the spider and allowing it to venture back into the gardens.

“What are your duties?” The girl questioned, leaning forward.

“I am going to make sure Rhaenyra Targaryen sits the Iron Throne no matter what.” Y/n’s answer was darker than she meant it to sound, not attempting to lie to this figment of her imagination.

“I see…and how will you do that?” The girl hummed, looking Y/n up and down.

“With my three dragons.” Y/n laughed, hoping to wake up soon as the line of questioning was beginning to get boring.

“You have three dragons? How? You are not a Targaryen.” The girl gasped, shocked that the other girl in front of her could possess such powers.

“The gods just love me.” Y/n jested, closing her eyes once more.

“The gods do not love you, Y/n,” The girl suddenly used her name, “they have faith in you.”

Y/n sighed, keeping her eyes closed. Soon she would wake up and resume her regular life without loopy Targaryen’s to worry about running around in her dreams.

“See you soon, cousin.”

That gave Y/n pause, the girl going to open her eyes. When she did, however, she was met with the canopy of her bed. She had returned to her room, the early morning sun streaming in through her window.

Damn, Y/n cursed, maybe I should care more about my dreams.

[nashiriel]

How would the greens act with Bb!luke taming cannibal

specially Aemond or Otto?

As @saltandcoldiron aptly put in their ask, panic would probably be quite a foremost emotion! Putting the rest under the cut because I’m incapable of not rambling to a ridiculous extent:

For a start, Luke has just claimed the biggest and most savage of the wild dragons - and unlike in the main Carrionverse, the Greens can see with their own eyes that the Cannibal is both willing and able to throw down with Vhagar, even if he’s smaller than both her and Vermithor (Cannibal is unable to roost in the Dragonpit both due to size and the fact he keeps trying to eat the hatchlings, so he has to hang out quite close to Vhagar around King’s Landing).

So it somewhat takes the wind out of Otto’s sails about the advantage Aemond just gained for them - not least because Rhaena claimed Grey Ghost, so that’s two adult dragons Rhaenyra’s just added to her forces. The fact that Rhaenyra’s just married Daemon and Rhaenys is suddenly mentoring Luke, however grudgingly, also means that the Blacks suddenly appear far more united than before, so the numbers aren’t looking too favourable for the Greens now.

Now, it’s possible that Otto (or Larys) might decide it pertinent to intervene before Luke ever grows big enough to actually ride that dragon against them. That’s obviously easier said than done when he’s mainly living in Dragonstone under Rhaenyra and Daemon’s watchful eye. It’s possible that Otto tries to make inroads with other Houses a lot earlier on now, even potentially suggesting matches with some of the Blacks (such as Rhaena/Aemond) to try and gain hostages in guise of mending bridges.

They could also try to make hay out of the Cannibal itself in spreading rumours to undermine Rhaenyra. Prince Lucerys was unable to either hatch a dragon or claim one of a proven Targaryen like Vhagar; what does it say about him that the Cannibal who rejected his trueborn ancestors is willing to have him? The boy clearly can’t control his own dragon, they’re both too unstable to be near the city, never mind potentially in line for the Iron Throne? The Cannibal is a monster that devours its own kind; it surely is a creature shunned by the gods, and it’s claiming is actually a sign of their disfavour towards Rhaenyra who has proved as wild and greedy as any dragon-

As for Aemond…well. In this verse, he and Luke might have been tentatively closer as they bonded over their insecurity over their lack of dragons. However, there was also a lot of input from the adults in Aemond’s life that Luke and his brothers were not to be trusted and that unlike Aemond, Luke’s failure to claim a dragon was just punishment by the gods for Rhaenyra’s treachery and slattery in bearing a bastard.

The confrontation on Driftmark was therefore probably a lot more personal on both Luke and Aemond’s end even before Luke slashed his eye and in Aemond’s mind proved right everything that Alicent had ever said about him.

There’s no dragon that can truly overshadow Vhagar and the wonder of claiming her, but to hear Luke now has a dragon after all, and it’s one their House was never before able to tame? That whilst he’s still in agony and facing a life forever altered by Luke’s actions, Luke is currently bouncing around with his own massive dragon that didn’t cost him an eye?

also the fact that Luke went off and found a new dragonless bestie in Rhaena after Aemond told him to go fuck his apology and they’re now unbreakable Wild Dragon BFFs and likely to be betrothed

Yeah, things would be spicy enough even without Viserys (awed and incredibly concerned all in one about what the Cannibal’s claiming means, which is another route Otto may try to exploit) deciding that having these two rambunctious young lads learn to control their monster dragons together might be just the thing to help the rift…

[velcryons-a]

⭐ (any muses on my single blogs count too 🩷)

Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours.

ONLY doing your asoiaf muses because unfortunately i would be here ALL day but im looking at your dragon age and vtm muses.... Also Cali has been whispering about Cobra Kai in my ear

Bellegere Otherys - Coraena Arianne Martell - Viserra, Aurane Daario Naharis - Corlys III, Daella, Shaera Daenaera - Daeron, Laenys, Vaenna Eddard Stark - Shaera, Monford, Laenaera, Hizdahr zo Loraq - Shaera, Daella, Corlys III Jaime Lannister - Shaera, Corlys III, Aurane Irri- Daella, Corlys III Jhogo - Daella, Corlys III Joffrey Baratheon- Corlys III, Daella, Aurane Rhaella Targaryen - Saerys, Shaera, Lucerys II Rosamund Lannister - Corlys III, Daella, Aurane Trystane Martell - Aurane, Viserra Aziza Galare - Shaera, Daella, Corlys III Deimos - Laena, Vaenna, Laenys Cersei - Shaera, Daella, Viserra, Aurane Theon - Laenaera, Aron Mysaria - Laena Dany - Shaera, Daella, Corlys III, Aurane, Viserra Jon- Aron, Laenaera Galadriel - Vaenna (working on a lotr verse for her) Rhaena - Laena, Laenor, Laenys, Vaenna, Daeron, Addam, and for her main timeline au: Monford, Aurane, Corlys III, Shaera, Daella

[imaginarianisms]

full name :  helaena i targaryen. other names :   hel, hela, helaena the gentle, helaena the sweet, helaena the dreamer. age : 17-21 (main). species : human; dragondreamer & dragonrider (main); human; draconic & insect alterhuman (modern). gender : femme presenting cis woman (main; canon.) likely some form of xenogender relating to her special interests; a xenic woman. (modern). sexuality : caeddemiomniromantic omniasexual.

origin : the red keep, king's landing, the crownlands, westeros. (main; verse varies); america (modern; verse varies). current location : the red keep. (main; verse varies); americas (modern; verse varies). nationality : westerosi (main; canon); american (modern). ethnicity : the blood of old valyria (house targaryen, house velaryon, possibly house celtigar), with semidistant mixed first men & andal (house hightower & house florent through the maternal line who're heavily mixed indigenous & were initially an indigenous house in our& lore) & summer islander (house velaryon through viserys through the paternal line) ancestry (main); white (or at the very least white seeming) with semidistant black & indigenous heritage. spoken languages : high valyrian & the common westerosi tongue, high valyrian sign language & westerosi sign language & flower language when communicating nonverbally. (main; canon); english, french, latin, & american sign language. (modern). family : viserys i targaryen (father), alicent hightower (mother), criston cole (paternal figure), daemon targaryen (paternal uncle), baelon targaryen (paternal grandfather), alyssa targaryen (maternal grandmother), jaehaerys i targaryen (paternal great grandfather), alysanne i targaryen (paternal great grandmother), otto hightower (maternal grandfather), alyrie florent (maternal grandmother), gwayne hightower (maternal uncle), rhaenyra i targaryen (older half sister), jocealyn velaryon (half-niece; @lilagonzaldrizoti), jacaerys velaryon (half-nephew), lucerys velaryon (half-nephew), joffrey velaryon (half-nephew), aegon iii targaryen (half-nephew), viserys ii targaryen (half-nephew), aegon ii targaryen (older brother; brother-husband), jaehaerys *!* (son; nicknamed 'cricket'; aegon ii), jaehaera *!* (daughter; nicknamed 'ladybug'; aegon ii), maelor *!* (son; nicknamed 'firefly'; aegon ii), aemond targaryen (younger brother), daeron targaryen (younger brother), dreamfyre (her blue she-dragon; the winged dream), reks (her frog she'd found in the gardens of the red keep and brought into the castle as a child), egg (her cricket), kassa (her 'russian' blue domestic cat), vanilla (her glen & rat terrier domestic dog mutt she'd found wandering in the red keep after the blood & cheese incident & keeps the abused animal under her care who in turns becomes her proto service dog) amari dayne (handmaiden; a friend's oc), odessa florent (handmaiden), septa vaenna velaryon (her childhood companion, handmaiden & septa; @velcryons), desmond jordayne (her sworn shield; @sevynhells). partner(s) : aegon ii targaryen (brother-husband; forcibly married; strained; canon), has conflicting feelings for septa vaenna velaryon her longtime childhood companion.

occupation : princess turned queen & dragonrider. (main; canon). student, disability rights activist, & gaming influencer & a member of aegon's band (modern). religion :  syncretic view of the gods of old valyria & the faith of the seven; agnostic. height :   5'5". body type : paleskinned, initially skinny but at the age of thirteen she was plumper than most targaryens & her pregnancy with the twins added to this a tad; chubby, curvy & plump, thick thighs & a soft tummy, she often smells like her perfumes with her signature scent being lavender, she lost a bit of weight due to the trauma of the blood & cheese incident but she's still as soft, squishy, cuddly & cushy as a pillow. disabilities & neurodivergencies : autism, AVPD & PTSD later in life due to her trauma; verbalflux & may become nonverbal due to overwhelming stress. hair : silver-gold moonglow straight-wavy hair that's usually done up in braids that her mother alicent taught her years ago when let loose reaches down her back. eyes : bright eyes; lilac eyes. tattoos : n/a (canon); has a small faceless green spider on her cheek (modern). piercings :  emerald earrings & golden star & moon shaped earrings (main; canon). scars : has faded stretch marks across her belly from her pregnancies which she's insecure about, on her inner thighs while first claiming & riding dreamfyre. (main).

educational background : a princess & dragonrider's education & educated in the mysteries of the faith; hel eventually becomes knowledgeable in many different topics, notably biology, astrology, botany & the communication by way of flower language due to constantly being in her maternal grandfather otto's study and reading from his library considering he's a learned man & becomes incredibly interested in the occult, notably with valyrian sorcery & alchemy & necromancy & spellcraft, which house hightower have been rumored to partake in. (main; canon); college. (modern). social media : n/a (canon); most general social media, definitely has a tumblr somewhere, also shares a youtube & a twitch channel with aegon & aemond where they stream videogames together. (modern). smoking :   n/a. drinking :   social but doesn't particularly like it because she doesn't like the taste. drugs :   n/a (canon), cannabis for medical & recreational purposes (modern).  athletics : a wonderful dancer, quick runner (she's a lot faster than she looks, especially considering she used to run away from overstimulating situations as a young girl!) & an excellent rider of horses & her dragon dreamfyre. hobbies :   singing, dancing, music, drawing, painting, writing, literature, languages, history, botany, flower language, embroidery, the study of animals, bathing in scalding hot baths, humanitarianism, equestrianism, sailing, swimming, sweet things, baking, spending time with her children, astrology, divination, dragonriding, dragonlore & occultism (main; canon) streaming, gaming, ASMR, vtubing (modern). favorite drink : peach juice & apple juice. favorite food : red apples, cheese, grapes & peaches; has a weakness for cookies & cake. favorite music : classic (canon); indie, folk, dreampop, classical, punk, rock (modern). clothing style :  classical gowns of the age, wears mostly gowns of silks, satins & myrish lace, furs whenever necessary and jewels, mostly emeralds & sapphires, and dresses mostly in shades of blue, pink & purple before her marriage & then blue, green & gold after her marriage, rarely wears the black & red of house targaryen. often wears blue & green veils or hairnets or hoods over her hair. wears an emerald green necklace with earrings to match & a crown that looks like a halo. she mostly likes to wear blue dresses & riding clothes with celestial themes & earrings of a golden moon & stars to match. she wears three rings: her wedding ring, a golden sun to represent aegon & sunfyre, a smaller blue ring to represent herself & dreamfyre & the smallest, a green ring to represent alicent & the greens faction. (main; canon); casual, cottagecore, whimsigoth, & academia. (modern).

Tagged by: stole it from ourselves& !! Tagging: anyone who breathes !

[crypticocsandrps]

LF: HOTD/ASOIAF Roleplays!

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I'm working on getting back into the swing of things so I'm throwing this up!

I'm primarily after some sort of MxM plot and I'm open to CanonXCanon, OCXCanon and OCxOC roleplays! I'm not overtly fond of doubling but I will consider it depending on the plot, due to the double sided nature of House of the Dragon I feel it's easier to double with some ideas!

*Note MxM is only for romance plots, while it's my preferred roleplay I'm also open to exploring other dynamics - familial/platonic/etc so in the case of non-romantic dynamics gender is irrelevant

Speaking of plots, I'm very open to canon divergence and exploring AU plotlines as well as more canon adherent ideas! I'll also note that I am a BIG fan of the dragons and dragon riding aspect of things, so I would like to include dragon content if possible - especially since virtually all of my original muses have dragon companions under most circumstances. Additionally I'm well versed in the show but I do have some decent knowledge of the books, so I'm open to show AND book based plots.

I'm open to canon-typical themes in terms of how dark things can get, as well as NSFW content! In truth I have few limits, so those doors are wide open. NSFW is optional, of course but I would love to have some spicy content if possible.

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Muses:

Canon Muses

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While I'm not that well versed with canon characters but these are all characters who I think I could write decently/ones that interest me!

Aegon II

Jace/Jacaerys

Laenor

Luke/Lucerys

Addam of Hull

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Original Muses

*Most of these are written with The Dance in mind as the main setting and the dragons are simply those I usually give them, dragons can be changed depending on plot/preference! And they all have some sort of plot idea or preference with them as well.

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Rheagar Targaryen

"I don't- Listen, I understand things are dire but this is family... We're talking about killing our family here, surely there is some other way-"

Rheagar more often than not is considered meek and spineless, half a man at best, due to his nonconfrontational habits. He detests infighting and arguing, almost always trying to find a peaceful solution to problems in place of violence. He's preferred to pursue his own studies on the histories, namely that of Old Valeria over most other things alongside more political topics, making him shockingly familiar with the workings of Westeros politically.

He's got a big heart and generally does his best to look out for his family, often being the one to listen to issues or to try and resolve things without anything becoming too drastic.

Dragon: Storm-Cry (Original Dragon) or Grey Ghost

Either he has Storm-Cry, a dragon who hatched from an egg given to him as a child OR he claims Grey Ghost, through a rather rigorous process of leaving out fish for the young wild dragon and earning its trust slowly over time in place of trying to chase it down or anything similar.

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Rheagar is a very new character, so mainly I'd like to explore his potential dynamics with his family members during the era of the dance/pre dance, as his character adds a fun layer of conflict due to how adverse he is to the sort of infighting that's occured with his family.

I haven't decided who exactly his parents are just yet so it's flexible, but he can be on either side of the war - either being the middle child between Aegon & Aemond as a son of Alicent, or an elder brother to Jace and Luke as a son of Rhaeynra.

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Carden Waters

"I think we all know how my coin landed, so why shouldn't I burn it all down? What else am I good for then?"

Full Character Sheet Here

Carden is a ticking time bomb of a dragonseed, the unfortunate spawn of Daemon Targaryen - he holds notable disdain and hatred towards his half blood family for a multitude of reasons. Just like any person though he's a mess of emotions and motivations, being desperate to make something of himself in the greater scheme of the world especially with the tension in the realm being at an all time high.

Dragon - Vermithor

Carden typically claims Vermithor under the cover of night after sneaking onto Dragonstone or potentially during The Sowing of the Dragonseeds in place of Hugh Hammer. He has an odd bond with the dragon, as it seems that in some way Vermithor tends to dampen his hatred for his family.

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Carden is an older character now, but I'd still like to officially explore him in a roleplay! He is intended for the dance era, so I do like the idea of pairing him with someone who supports the crown or potentially exploring the idea of him getting trapped into being apart of Rhaeynra's cause! Forced proximity to people he hates!!

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Arely Moorhaven

"How'd my ma' put it... Oh yeah, I'd be a prince with a thousand enemies, that everyone and every house would want to catch me - and that when they did, they'd kill me, so no I can't say I'm keen on trusting the likes of you,"

Arely was born to a small house in Kingslanding, leading a simple life helping his mother run her inn within the city there isn't too much to say on his upbringing.

Arely himself can be considered rabbit-like, much like the symbol of his family, quick-witted and quick on his feet - while he lacks a lot of greater knowledge, Arely at least knows how to survive and more importantly how to run. He's not quick to trust, but it is to be noted that he is immensely loyal if you can manage to get past his flighty demeanor.

Dragon - Shrykos

Arely makes the bold move of 'stealing' the unclaimed and young Shrykos mere hours before the storming of the dragon pit, saving the beast from a grisly death and inadvertently putting a price on his own head.

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With Arely I'm mostly interested in exploring a post-dance timeline, with him potentially being hunted down or being found by chance - and some sort of dynamic developing! Potentially with him having to rejoin society now with new status due to being one of the very very few dragon riders left or maybe something more sinister, after all a dragon rider who isn't tied to the crown could be a useful tool, especially with the realm just barely beginning to recover from all the damage of the dance.

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Ser Balin Hartell

"My loyalty is to His Grace, even if it is the wrong choice as you say - I've made my promises, and I will keep them... I won't abandon him,"

While his family hails from Essos, Balin was brought to Westeros during the war for the Step-Stones after the murder of his parents at the hands of The Triarchy. He grew up as a squire under the knight who took him in after his parent's death, moving onto becoming a knight once he was of age.

Due to his lack of a legitimate house he's leaned towards always trying to earn his keep, when not tasked with anything related to his duties as a knight it's not uncommon to find him amongst the kitchens of The Red Keep - helping with cooking and sometimes taking over certain dishes entirely. Thanks to his little hobby he's often been called 'Basil', thanks to his fondness of the herb and the fact that it's scent often clings to him in place of anything else.

He's a kind soul overall, doing his best to help where he can and he holds great loyalty to the crown - namely to Prince (or King) Aegon, as the two are rather close friends, Balin being one of very few who Aegon considers a true confidant, even above that of the gaggle of other knights who often join the prince in his endeavors outside of the castle walls.

Dragon - Quicksilver

Aged 112, an AU take on the dragon of King Aenys I and his son Prince Aegon where she barely survived her battle with Balerion, now being a scarred shell of a dragon who hasn't been claimed since said battle. She chose Balin as her rider one morning when the knight was accompanying Aegon in visiting Sunfyre - to the surprise of both the Dragon Keepers and that of the royal family.

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Usually with Balin I have him paired with Aegon II, them having a dynamic that is vaguely similar to that of Rhaeynra and Alicent's when they were children but instead of being torn apart they've only grown closer. Balin is a hound to Aegon, being at his side whenever called upon and most notably his care for the prince/king is genuine, I dare say the only thing that might rival his devotion to Aegon would be Sunfyre.

So I would LOVE to explore the dynamic between them if possible but I'd also be interested in potentially doing a post-dance roleplay with a grieving Balin after Aegon's death if OCxCanon isn't on the table! Or hell, I'd also be down to explore his potential relationships with other members of the Targaryen family (Aemond/Helaena/Daeron/etc).

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Ser Griffin Cantrill

"Well I'm sorry, I never asked for any of this! I'm doing my best to enjoy what I have, and it was going great until now- I didn't expect to end up actually giving a fuck about anyone-"

Griffin of the Vale - a young man who's been called beautiful more often than handsome due to his well groomed nature, being known through rumors and things of the like to be a man with little care, who has slept his way through half the brothels in The Vale. While having a slightly unsavory reputation and often the first to make snide or crude remarks, he currently lives amongst those of House Arryn in the Eyrie - by request to assist his cousin Lady Jeyne with certain affairs.

Gryfinn in truth is a quick witted and clever man who often has his own interests in mind due to how his mother and father lord over him despite being a man grown. He's been holding off the inevitability of being married off by them for years now and he's aware he may be running out of time - so he's only seemed to grow more bitter towards most people minus the few closer to him.

Dragon - An Unnamed Hatchling (At the moment)

During the stay of Lady Rhaena and Queen Rhaeynra's youngest sons one of the dragon eggs that they brought with them hatches in Griffin's presence and in a surprising turn of events (and much to the detest of Rhaena) the hatchling bonds to the Griffin.

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Griffin is another character who works well with the dance, namely I'd like to explore something with him learning how to handle a dragon and potentially with a character who's a drastic opposite to him, while he isn't your stereotypical 'bad-boy' he's definitely a man-eater and I'd love to pair him with someone who has NO idea how to handle that, and more importantly for pairings I want someone who could make him care about someone other than himself - the character quote means so much to me.

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Roleplays can be done in DMs here or on discord!

If you're interested in plotting/roleplaying with me feel free to like this post and I'll get back to you or feel free to DM me!! I do prefer that people DM me first, as I've had issues messaging people in the past but it's up to you!

*Also since this IS a remake of an old post, if you messaged me in the past and are still interested please send me something again! Life shit happened so I wasn't able to get back to everyone when I made the original post, so it was nothing against anyone who messaged me at all ^^

[unohanabbygirl]

What would you say FMN would be like if House Targaryen had continued to survive through Daenerys and/or Jon?

This is an interesting question because the lore i’ve built in the FMN verse is based off of both Dany and Jon deciding that the Targ line would die off with them for multiple reasons. One being that Dany had too many fears when it came to bringing children into the world despite her rule as second conqueror basically being held up as the true golden age of Westeros.

However, if she’d been able to work past her fears and decided to bring a few children into the world and marry them off to one another in traditional Targaryen fashion, then the Targ line would’ve still been going strong to this day. And seeing as it’s implied that dragons can change their sex, Drogo, Viserion or Rhaegal would’ve done just that. Hatching a few clutches and in turn restoring the age of Dragons. Though they would never grow to be nearly as large as they used to be (Balerion, Vhagar, and Vermithor) Usually turning out as big as Morning, maybe even Moondancer at best in their prime.

Ofc as times change and the years pass, incest of any kind amongst close family members of great houses becomes less and less popular for reasons we can all guess. Though it would still be normal for Targs because they once again have their dragons and want to maintain what little magic is left of old Valyria. However, I could see them deviating from marrying brothers and sisters and sticking with going the cousin to cousin route due to changing mindsets. After all, not every descendent is going to care as much about keeping the magic as those before them.

House Baratheon and House Targaryen begin marrying their children off to one another in hopes of keeping power since the age of royalty is slowly coming to a close as the people are gathering amongst themselves to demand democracy. So the Baratheon’s and Targs will share blood once more just as they did centuries before. Because of this Rhaenys would likely be reborn to a Baratheon and Targ couple for the second time.

I’d even say that while House Valeryon remains small due to its decline in power, one of Dany’s children or grandchildren would end up with a member and choose to live out their days at their side ruling over the tides. Thus blowing a bit of life back into their house.

They don’t regain much power or make a return to being the wealthiest house but they’re going strong and doing way better than before. Whereas in current FMN canon there’s only a handful of Velaryon’s left and they don’t have much of anything, not even Driftmark belongs to them anymore but we haven’t gotten to that part of the story.

This makes room for Corlys to be a reborn a proud Velaryon man while also making it his mission to bring them back up the ranks if only by a little (but being a loving, accepting father that can put his family first over status this time around while at it) We can even go out on a limb and say he’s a descendent of King Aerys ii master of ships Lucerys Velaryon 🥰

The rest of our main characters like Rhaenyra, Daemon, Aemma and Viserys are brought back as Targs. Though they look a little different due to others marrying out and the amount of Valyrian blood lessening over time. Their hair is still very light blonde but not that infamous silver. Their eyes are a light purple but teeter on the grayish side rather than straight up violet or lavender.

Harwin is still a Stark because sadly, house Strong was long gone by the time Dany was even born. And Alicent is still a Tully.

The relationships are practically the same in modern day as in their first life other than a few changes here and there; like age for instance.

This also makes the issues of everyone reconnecting way easier. While they’re no longer queens and kings, the Targs are still a great house that was once royally so their births are broadcasted to the whole country. I imagine a 10 yr old Alicent watching as her once best friend’s extravagant birthday party is aired on the morning news. Vowing to meet Rhaenyra again and see if she remembers too. Same goes for a twenty something year old Harwin that can feel it in his gut that Rhaenyra remembers and will do anything he can to win her affections again if he could only find a way into her presence. So this means our precious Luke would more than likely be born to Rhaenyra and Harwin along with his brothers (that is if papa Harwin didn’t already fuck up and nut in the wrong person— again)

If I were to write FMN over with this as the lore I’d likely have Rhaenyra and Harwin meet again and have their boys whilst Daemon and Laena have the girls only for Luke to be stolen out of the hospital and never seen again. Its the perfect basis for this plot because while Luke has the same horrible upbringing, the Owen incident leads to his fingerprints being put in the system and bam! A match for Rhaenyra Targaryen and her partners son who was stolen from his hospital bassinet as a newborn sixteen years ago. He truly is Rhaenyra’s son thus no drama and confusion on his end when it comes to their niceness. They’re literally his blood family.

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

Lady Laena Velaryon was said to be beautiful, as well as wise and brave. She'd have to be in order to claim the largest dragon in the world. She was all those things, but most of all, she was dead before her time. Leaving behind two young daughters, a riderless Vhaegar and family that gathered in their grief. As the service progressed, the tension escalated between Vaemond Velaryon and Rhaenyra. Natasha knew why. She was no fool. But to take such a jab at your nieces funeral? If she thought that was bad, her uncle Daemon laughing caught everyone off guard. She stares at her aunt Lynesse and twin awkwardly.

Even after the service the tension remained thick.

It only worsened at the hour of the owl.

Princess Natasha's night gown was covered in blood, her own and her twins. In an attempt to defend Aemond from their nephews and cousins, young Prince Lucerys had slashed his youngest aunts arm. Aemond saw blood red then, and in return he lost an eye. But it was not her pain she wept for. It was Aemond's.

"Aunt! Mother! Grandfather!" She cried upon seeing Lynesse, Alicent and Otto. She did not call out for her father. She knew long ago he cared more for his precious Rhaenyra and her Strong sons. But a part of her always held hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd show her and her siblings the same love and devotion.

"It was Lucerys!" She hiccuped, latching onto Aemond's shaking hand. "And Jacaerys and Baela and Rhaena! All because Aemond claimed Vhaegar!". Anger coursed through her. Dragons were not an inheritance. If Vhaegar did not wish for Aemond to be her rider, he'd not be here.

"All four of them attacked Aemond! I couldn't just stand there and let them hurt him more!"

— For Lynesse, Green!Nat verse, @drcgonkissed

Lynesse had been woken up in the middle of the night much like her sister and their father, the entire keep actually. Once Lyna had heard what had happened she rushed to the main hall where everyone was. She burst through the doors, in just her nightgown and robe, her long hair hastily pulled away from her face. "Nat!" Lyna cried softly as she rushed to her youngest Niece, kneeling in front of her, and quickly albeit carefully grabbing her arm to see the cut, she noticed the little one's blood-soaked nightgown, and then her eyes went to Aemond and her stomach dropped, "oh gods..." His eye...Lyna looked back at Nat quickly gently grabbing her shoulder and looking at the sweet terrified girl, "What happened?" She asked as gently as she could. Then Lynesse listened quietly and intently as Natasha told them what had happened, announcing it to the entire room.

"They called us bastards!" Young Jace was declared hiding by his mother. Lyna looked back at the child before looking over to her sister with a frown. All the hate Alicent held for the boys, for Rhaenyra, and the things she said now all came back to her. In the form of hurting her youngest daughter and son. Why couldn't Alicent just let things be? They were just children all of them, and they had gotten along before when they were small. Lyna took in a soft breath and looked at Nat, "it's alright." She said gently and pushed some hair away from the young girl's face, "I know it hurts, but we shall get you cleaned up and off to bed, where you will be safe." She promised.

@drcgonkissed

[enchainedqueen]

independent and private queen consort, and then queen dowager alicent hightower — predominantly book rooted with show verses available for mutuals and heavily based in my own headcanons. as with rhaenyra, i take heavy inspiration in regards to my world building which i use to develop my alicent from research i have done into medieval historical societal customs with regards to royal / noble women in relation to the hobbies and games and lessons she would've underwent and been taught to fill in the gaps within fire and blood of the time period as well as what i have added from the background lore in the main book series. loved by kore ( she / they, 21+ ) side to: @realmsdelite

a study in: duty, sacrifice, ambition, a mother’s drive to seek what is ( in her eyes ) owed to her children, consistent struggles with motherhood, the weaponization of the patriarchal systems in place that crush you in turn for the sake of survival.

due to the nature of alicent’s story and the nature of the dance of dragons in general, heavy triggers will be presented and tagged upon this blog including but not limited to: heavy mentions of misogyny, violence and death, as well as mentions of the decapitation of a child of which she was a witness when she was tied up and made to watch the murder of her grandson jaehaerys at the hands of blood and cheese.

the same rules apply as on my main acc, but below the cut are a few portrayal notes that are important to understand about my alicent:

first and most importantly, though she is not an overly typically cruel woman to most other people, she was to her stepdaughter, and consistently for years post the tourney of 111AC — before which point it was mainly a freezing out, a slow isolation to make her feel alone at court that wasn’t personal, in her eyes. even after it wasn’t, but to her after rhaenyra came to their anniversary tourney in the black and red gown, she did not need to take it easy on her anymore.

second, she wholeheartedly believes that rhaenyra would have been overthrown eventually, and that though she did have the majority support and seemed to have a strong political head on her shoulders, there was enough people that would oppose her rule for the ramifications of what it would mean for their own inheritance should a female ascend the iron throne and thus, her boys would be a threat regardless to their half sister’s rule and thus, she would need to kill them if she hoped to have a secure rule.

third, she doesn’t have any real issue with the velaryon boys being illegitimate for their own reasons, but it represents another crack in rhaenyra’s armor, and thus a reason for people to challenge her and thus, makes it a problem for her. because it increases the dangers against her own sons. she is not above weaponizing societal biases against illegitimate children to further delegitimize them as claimants to throne, but she’s never wanted them physically harmed. it is not personal them either, save for with lucerys velaryon who she harbors a special hatred for after driftmark and even then, she was horrified when she’d learned of his death.

fourth, she might be overly stern with aegon but she doesn’t hit aegon. she’s never hit aegon. that’s a plot point that i will not include even in show verses.

[the-rogue-dragon]

@westerosiqueens​ Lucerys sent;

a wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn’t.

🔥EYES LINGERED IN THE HORIZON AS LUKE said such words, nevertheless the older Prince seemed lost in thoughts, as if he had not hear his son at all. Lucerys was too smart for his own good, most times. The Maesters said he was a good student, not like Jace. He probably got that from his father, his real father. The temperance of Harwin Strong seemed rooted in his second son, not was the case of Jace who like a young dragon resembled not just Rhaenyra but himself.

There was a longing in purple-green eyes as he looked towards King’s Landing, as if he wished to be there, rather than in Dragonstone. He couldn’t help but to think about his brother, hanging on life as if it was the last thing he could do. One more hour, one more meal, one more day. The illness rotting his body from the inside, consuming a mighty dragon. But even if dragons such as Balerion found their fate, Viserys would not be different. King or not.

“A wise king should learn what he doesn’t know.” Words came as if he seemed to be leaving a trance. “He may listen to his advisers, and act upon their words. Of course, when he’s ill advised the consequences of his decisions may be greater. For a King’s word it is law.” The Rogue Prince looked down at his son. “And affects everyone. You are to be a Lord one day, Driftmark will be yours as it was granted by your grandfather. You are to act like a King of your lands. Learn now, before the consequences of your actions put at risk your people. You will not be King of Westeros, but you will rule upon a land, and the people who serves you will expect you to guide them to greatness not failure.”

[clawsbcared-a]

@kipagircs ASKED: ❝ we need men of your courage. ❞ source.

he glances up at the younger velaryon son of the rightful queen rhaenyra, grey eyes flicking up and down the other - almost analysing him for any doubt in his words, it wouldn't be the first time his presence was doubted, especially not by those in dragonstone. placing down his mug of half-drunk ale, the heir to house mormont holds out his scarred hand with a crooked smirk.

"and as a man of courage, i look forward to standing either at your side or below your beast, my prince."

[goddessofroyalty]

Do not pluck a flower not yet bloomed

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Aemond/Lucerys (if you read it in a specific way)

Tags: omegaverse, in-heat, underage character, Aemond is threatening (pairing tag because of the vibe of the threats but nothing is spelt out or really happens other than looming) 

Realised Game of Thrones was a great universe to explore how heats have a scent (and taste) that goes from bitter to sweet as the omega goes from false to true heats. Also realised it wouldn’t fit in my main verse (or rather that it was too late to make it fit) so figured out something else to do with it.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44766529

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The storm that rages outside feels like the one that rages through his belly. Each crash of thunder joined by a cramp. 

It’s not just his heat causing his stomach to roll although it isn’t helping. It is also worry for his family. Worry for Arrax. Worry for what his uncle has planned for the night. Both of them staying in the Baratheon Keep until the storm passes and sun comes out. 

It would be bad for me to send an heated omega out into a dark storm like this Borros had said as slick had started its slow path down Luke’s legs despite him silently begging it to not. Not right then. Anything but right then in front of a potential ally or enemy and his uncle. I will send a raven to your mother in the morning to come pick up her son who thinks himself better than his designation.  

Prepare rooms for them both, the Baratheon alpha had added with a nod with Luke’s Uncle sending chills of failure down Luke’s heat-warm spine. I have more to discuss with the other one.  

Not that there’s anything Luke can do about it now. Tradition states that omegas are to be guarded in their heats either for or by their mates. Given nesting materials as if that alone is enough to distract them from the wasted week of cramps and slick. 

At Dragonstone he could at least still train. Guarded, yes, his parents guarded him jealously – their only omega so far – but he could still do things. 

Here he can do nothing but wait. Wait for the shame of some knight, or his stepfather, coming to collect him and his failure. Or wait for House Baratheon’s head to decide he does want to accept the proposal of marriage to a relative of his choosing but without giving up his fealty in trade. 

Luke has long decided he hates heats. Always coming at the most inconvenient times and humiliating and  uncomfortable to endure no matter how much his mother tells him it will get better as his body adjusts to create a space for a womb that will carry his heirs. 

The door creeks open and Luke feels his breath catch as a shadow enters the room. 

The crash of lightning through the window reveals it is his uncle who has come into the chambers. 

A better option than the others within the walls that could be creeping in right now. But it is not one that makes Luke feel safe or reassured. 

His mother is married to her uncle as is common in their family. And he remembers the way Damon had looked at him like bait on a hook when the topic of Vhagar and her current rider being their biggest threat to getting and holding the throne had been brought up in the meeting.

And now Aemond looks at him like a predator stalking prey. 

“Uncle,” Luke says as Aemond stalks over to the bed. Luke vacating it to ensure there is still distance between them. Enough distance he can only catch the edge of alpha musk. “You should not be here.” 

“And why not?” Aemond asks, watching him with an eye that flashes with the lightning strikes. “I am merely ensuring my dear nephew is being looked after. It wouldn’t do if word got out that he had been unsullied while on a negotiation for his mother.”

“Well,” Luke says, freezing when Aemond’s nostrils flare like a hunting dog who has just caught the scent of their game. He forces himself to breathe and his voice to remain even. “You can at least safely dismiss any that come your way. As you can see I have been left completely alone until your visit.” 

“I suppose I can,” Aemond says almost dismissively as his eyes trace a path along the bed that Luke had barely even attempted to nest in. 

He suddenly hones in on something and swoops down like a dragon after a sheep. 

Luke lets out a squeak when he stands again, long fingers coated in the thick clear fluid of Luke’s slick. Luke’s underclothes not enough to prevent it from ending on the sheets he had been sitting on these days.

A promising sign your body is developing as it should he kept being told despite how much he hated how sticky and damp everything in his bed ended up after his heat. Unable to meet the maid’s eyes when they came to strip it once finished.

His uncle spares him a glance for it before returning to the slick. Pressing his fingers together and parting them as if testing the consistency. 

Luke’s seen the Maesters do the same thing a few times. Not that he believes his uncle has been properly trained to tell anything from his assessment like they can. It much more likely just an obscene display of power. Proof that he can and there’s nothing Luke can do about it. 

Aemond brings the slick-covered fingers to his nose, another common assessment. He doesn’t pause to smell it though, instead shoving his fingers into his own mouth. 

Luke doesn’t know what to do or say as he watches it. His uncle clearly taking his time with whatever it is he is doing with them in his mouth. Two full rumbles of thunder filling the air before he finally draws his fingers out. 

"Still bitter I see," Aemond says, a string of saliva connecting his fingers to his lips from where he had tasted Luke's slick in what was the most depraved way of assessing it. "An omega not yet fully bloomed and yet you are offering your hand in marriage." 

"I've presented, haven't I?" Luke asks. "That's more than enough."

It earns him a grunt.

“If that is true you shouldn’t be out at all without a bite on your neck. There are too many who would love to steal you from the den your mother has hidden you all in.”

“Good thing you are here to ensure that does not happen,” Luke reminds his uncle. 

The silence that it’s met with is terrifying. 

The way Aemond makes his way over scarier still. 

Luke knows going for the door is foolish. Not only will the guards likely not care, it could quickly turn the situation much worse in so many ways. So he backs towards the window until he hits the still of it. Seriously contemplating climbing out into the storm as his uncle closes in the distance. 

Perhaps if he yells loud enough Arrax will hear him and catch him if he jumps.  

“What do you want?” Luke asks when Aemond leans down so he is right in his space, his nose right by Luke’s neck. Both their breathes louder than the storm and Aemond’s lips are parted as if he’s trying to taste Luke’s scent like he had his slick. 

“Your heats will be true soon enough,” Aemond says instead of answering the question. “Who will you let have the first taste I wonder?” 

“My mate after our wedding,” Luke answers because it is the correct answer. The right answer according to the realm and the Faith of the Seven. And the one that has the best chance of getting him out of this situation unharmed. 

“That does not sound like you at all,” Aemond says, his eyes staring up into Luke’s as if he knows him at all, before they trace back down to Luke’s neck. 

“And what does it matter to you?” They are all-but at war now. Calling on alliances and houses to see who will stand by whose side. 

Aemond just grins at him before drawing back.

“Promise me you’ll keep yourself safe my little strong Lord,” he says, ruffling Luke’s hair like they are just uncle and nephew. “I would hate for someone else to spill your blood before I can.” 

“Only if you promise the same.” Luke doubts it entirely but he can’t not try and prevent the tense stalemate from spilling into civil war. 

Aemond huffs and turns to leave, finally giving Luke the room to move away from the window himself. Luke watches as his gaze is drawn to the bed as he passes it. The alpha suddenly stopping at the foot of it.

“If Lord Baratheon does not send a raven in the morning, I will return you to your mother myself,” he says, leaving the room in a quick pace before the words even have time to settle in Luke’s mind.

He truly hopes the Baratheon lord is good to his word and sends the raven as he promised. The alternative now much worse than the shame of having failed his family.

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Kind of unrelated but Daemon 100% only uses taste not scent to assess slick as well.