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Aegon trying to embarrass his uptight brother Aemond at a joined family dinner by slipping dragon arousal stimulants designed to get dragons rowdy to ramp up egg production into his drink (do they have sex to make eggs who knows not me, now they do) aegon not quite thinking this through on how much it would effect someone with blood of the dragon. Aegon, jace, and luce all watching him squirm and get progressively more and more agitated as aegon teases him, they decide its time they all did some family re-bonding after dinner with their dear aemond . .

LMAOOOO NOT THEM STILL PICKING ON POOR AEMOND!

Idk the initial intention but this is what it sparked.

✨we’re pale in the moonlight✨

No matter how tall and broad and skilled Aemond has gotten, that’s still Aegon’s little shit brother and therefore he will always be his punching bag by default. The perfect target for all his masterful, mischievous, pranks.

This prank however—Lucerys has a reluctance that isn’t unreasonable to begin with, so naturally, after a while of having agreed to be an uninvolved observer, he starts to feel guilty about letting it happen at all.

When Jacaerys (because, of course this is how Jace decided to rekindle his friendship with uncle Aegon—nothing like picking up right where they left off) agreed to the prank, Lucerys refused to participate. But, well… eventually he got bored and after Aegon and Jace bullied him into joining them, he decided to just be present in the affair. More out of morbid curiosity than anything else.

Lucerys knows it’s a bad idea since the second Aegon mentions it. Seriously, what could possibly go wrong if you put dragon mating stimulants into someone’s wine? Especially if that someone is not a fucking dragon, yet carries a percentage of their blood, which makes the possibility of having a horrid effect more probable? Aegon insists that he only put merely one (‘-or two drops mayhaps, can’t remember, little nephew–’)

What this aphrodisiac will do to Aemond, however, it’s not only make him unbearably and visibly horny, according to Aegon The Expert, but his other emotions get enhanced too. But, like with everything else, his dumbass brother and even dumber uncle underestimate the extent of Aemond’s reaction, because once the worst has inevitably made its presence during the first course of the dinner–with that, comes Aemond’s rage. After the giggles are shared and his humiliation has settled in, a sweaty, red-faced Aemond excuses himself quickly when he can no longer bear it.

Jacaerys and Aegon can’t hold their laughter any longer, giving themselves away in the process. But it seems they don’t share a care in the world. They lean on each other and burst out laughing. Rhaenyra is looking at them with a serious expression, while Daemon is smirking, clearly amused by their misdeeds. Alicent tries to go after Aemond but he snaps at her, telling her to stay away from him right now. Something he has clearly never done before, given her stricken and hurt expression. Aegon gets slapped in front of the whole family, and Lucerys can’t say he didn’t deserve that. Luke also feels like passing out from guilt and worry for the whole thing, knowing that it’s escalating too quickly and he could’ve stopped it.

While Aegon and Jacaerys are being yelled at by an angry Alicent, and said woman is being interrupted by his pissed off mother, Lucerys gets up slowly and silently from his chair, he gains an odd look from Rhaena, but after summoning his best puppy eyed, pleading look, she nods once and looks away. He manages to sneak out from the hellish hall and goes after Aemond. He spots his uncle pacing and growling on the empty training yard, tugging at his silver strands and cursing the lights out of their entire family line. Luke is scared shitless to approach him, no lie, but he still mans up and does so. Refusing to let this be like the last dinner they had, where shit’d hit the fan so badly they didn’t return to King’s Landing in almost two years. “Uncle?” Luke says almost in a whisper and Aemond stops his pacing for a second. Cringing to himself like a spooked cat.

“Fuck you, not now, Luke!” He growls and resumes his pacing. He’s a mess, his perfect hair is all ruffled—his signature half-ponytail long gone. [He feels like dragon fire is burning him from the inside out and his dick is threatening to blow in his pants.]

“A-Are you alright?” Luke asks, dumb question, he immediately regrets it. Mentally, he slaps himself. Aemond grunts, kicking a base that dared to be near him, despite the fact that the ancient thing was probably older than Maegor.

“Do I look fucking alright to you, nephew?!”

“I’m sorry, it was a stupid question. Is there—H-How can I help?”

No shit, Aemond mutters. Aemond turns to look at him once more. His eyes are bloodshot and unfocused, and there are unshed tears in them. Lucerys has never seen his uncle lose his cool like this, ever. “You fucking can’t.” he spits, grinding his teeth. “I want… I need–Gods, I feel like fucking and breeding all of the Street of Silk right now. I’m boiling inside.” He admits in a half cry, tugging at the collar of his vest and doublet. His cheeks pink up and Luke can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment, arousal or both. Probably both.

Luke feels himself blush in return too. “Oh…” He opens his mouth to say something else but he faintly hears footsteps approaching and then there’s giggles. He groans, uncle Aegon and Jacaerys are approaching. Aemond is aware too, cussing as he rips off his coat and then sprints away from the training yard. “Uncle, wait!” Luke hisses, going after him.

Aemond runs, and runs, and runs until they reach near the dragon pit. Going around it where the lake of the dragons is. “Aemond!” The boy screeches when he sees his uncle not stopping but throwing himself to the black, freezing water. Luke stops, trying to catch his breath and watching in half horror, not a sight of his uncle.

Aemond surfaces then, gasping loudly. “Aemond?!” He calls again desperately, debating whether jumping into the cold, dirty water to rescue his asshole uncle is worth it.

Luke walks up to the small deck on the lake and sits there, observing his uncle soak up in the freezing water. King’s Landing wasn’t as cold as the northern cities, but it was nearing winter and it was nighttime already; it was cold, especially for a dragon’s taste. After a few moments, Aemond, hesitatingly, swims to where he is sitting. He rises himself a bit until he can rest his elbows on the deck, right by Lucerys’ folded knees. Luke scoots a bit closer so he can look at him better. The lighting is dim, only the paleness of the moonlight and the faint fire of some of the nearest torches surrounding the pit. His uncle’s long silver hair glims in contrast to the pitch blackness that the night offers. He looks calmer, though Luke can see vapor rise from his fair skin. Luke reaches a careful hand and touches his forehead on his good side. Aemond flinches a bit, and Lucerys gasps softly. “You are burning up!”

“I did tell you,” he says, softer this time than all his prior answers.

Luke pushes away the wet strands of hair that sticks messily on his uncle’s forehead. “You look like a siren, uncle.”

Aemond hums, for some reason seeming quite content that the boy who took his eye when they were children, is touching him.

“Thought you are supposed to be the Velaryon here.” He mumbles.

Luke can’t help the chuckle that escapes him. “Am I, now?”

“Hm. Maybe not.”

Luke rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue. And for a moment he thinks he hallucinates the smile that kirks up on his uncle’s lips.

But then Lucerys remembers his words earlier, about Aemond wanting to fuck half of the city and he finds himself blushing again. He shifts a bit in his place but doesn’t pull his hand away from the other. Instead, he temptingly strokes his left cheek, right under his eyepatch, where the scar he gave him all those years ago, begins. He feels Aemond’s eye on him now, he watches him intendedly. He can feel his uncle’s wariness, but he still doesn’t stop him. He craves the touch, Lucerys realises.

“Do you feel better?” Lucerys says, voice above a whisper.

“Slightly.”

He can’t help it, he smirks as he asks. “Still wanna fuck the whole the city?”

“Mm, only half of it now,” to his shock, Aemond’s lips twitch in the hint of another smile. His uncle is sharing a jest with him. “The water helps. It is cold.” he pauses, then he tilts his head, leaning his face on Luke’s palm. “Your touch, too,” he mutters begrudgingly.

Luke bites his lip, trying to contain the fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach that the admission gives him. He decides not to thread down that dangerous, lustful road and strays the conversation right. He clears his throat. “I tried to talk them out of it, you know? They wouldn��t listen, thinking it too hilarious. Wanting to get ‘Uptight Aemond’ to loosen up for once,” Luke admits with honesty, he knows he’s throwing his big brother under the bridge in the process, but the guilt he feels by being complicit in this tasteless joke is eating at him. “I’m sorry I didn’t do more. I could’ve stopped them.”

Aemond grabs the wrist of the hand that holds his face and purses his mouth like he tastes something sour. “I’m gonna kill my pathetic, delusional brother and your even more pathetic brother with my bare hands.” The grip of his hand on his wrist tightens, making Luke yelp in surprise.

He wants to make amends with Aemond, desperately so. He is tired. He has wanted it since the moment he took his eye. He’s always liked Aemond, he’d been his favourite uncle back then. And he missed him. He spent eight years missing him, the same way Jace had missed Aegon but was too proud to admit it. Luke wasn’t, he spent years growing up voicing how much he missed King’s Landing and his uncles. Even after the disaster in Driftmark, even after his uncles called them bastards to their face and everyone else’s. They’d been friends once, and Luke missed the fun they’d have when the four of them were alone. Growing up had sucked, but at least he could own it now on his own accord.