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TOM GLYNN CARNEY as AEGON II TARGARYEN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022-) ↳02x03 "The Burning Mill" ↳Behind the scenes

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64659808/

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high school au where Aemond has braces on and acnes all over, paints his nail black and radiates emo energy. Lucerys being the prom queen uses his influence for charity causes, is awarded “the most likely to find a perfect husband”. He ended up marrying Aemond. 🤦

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Pathetic Aemond tsk tsk

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63486928

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Chapter 3 of Ouroboros updated:

Something about Lucerys compelled him to take Aemond out of his office and find him some real food. Maybe it was the exhausted, haunted look in Aemond’s lone eye, or the way he stubbornly refused to admit how hungry he probably was. Whatever it was, Lucerys found himself leading this strange, injured man into a nearby café.

The café smelled of fresh coffee and pastries—the kind of food Aemond hadn’t seen in years. To him, it felt like stepping into a memory, a relic of a time before everything went to hell.

Lucerys ordered without asking what Aemond liked, his instinct to take care of people kicking in. He brought back a plate piled with sandwiches, a steaming cup of tea, and some fruit. When Aemond saw the food, his stomach growled loudly, betraying him.

“Here,” Lucerys said, pushing the plate toward him with a teasing grin. “Eat before you collapse.”

Aemond grumbled something under his breath but eagerly dug in, attacking the sandwiches like a starved animal. Lucerys watched, both amused and a little concerned. This guy really doesn’t know how to take care of himself, he thought.

“So,” Lucerys said, stirring his coffee as he leaned on the table, “you’re telling me you traveled through time, you’re looking for me, and somewhere along the way, no one thought to teach you how to properly eat a sandwich?”

Aemond scowled, his mouth full. “I was... busy.” Crumbs scattered across the table as he chewed, and Lucerys chuckled, unable to hold it in.

“You’re a mess, Aemond.” He shook his head, the playful warmth in his hazel-brown eyes softening some of Aemond’s hardened edges.

For the first time in a long time, Aemond didn’t feel feared or pitied—just... seen. He grunted as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but there was the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at his lips.

They sat there for a while, eating in companionable silence. It was the most normal thing Aemond had done in years, and the warmth of the food spread through him like a forgotten luxury.

Lucerys tilted his head slightly, studying Aemond between sips of coffee. He didn’t look like much—ragged clothes, mismatched boots, and that eyepatch giving him a permanent scowl—but there was something oddly endearing about him.

“You’re kind of clumsy for a time traveler,” Lucerys mused, his voice light with amusement. “I expected someone... smoother.”

Aemond rolled his eye, but it lacked venom. “I’m not exactly a professional, alright?”

Lucerys laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. There was something about Aemond—something rough around the edges, but sincere. He was clearly carrying the weight of some enormous responsibility, but underneath it all, Lucerys could tell that Aemond was someone with good intentions.

Aemond glanced at Lucerys across the table, catching the soft curve of his smile and the way his hazel eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed. There was an easiness to him that Aemond hadn’t expected—a kindness that felt rare and precious.

He found himself staring longer than he intended, taking in the details: the messy fluff of Lucerys’ brown hair that fell into his eyes, the way his delicate hands fidgeted with the spoon, and the way his expression would shift—soft, warm, a little mischievous—like he wasn’t afraid to let himself enjoy the moment. Lucerys was... cute. No—pretty, even. Aemond caught himself thinking it before he could stop.

Lucerys must have noticed the way Aemond was looking at him because he raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “What?”

“Nothing,” Aemond muttered, quickly dropping his gaze back to his food.

Lucerys gave a knowing grin but didn’t push. “You’re not too bad yourself, you know,” he teased, causing Aemond to choke a little on his tea.

Aemond shot him a glare, wiping his mouth hastily. “Don’t push it.”

Lucerys chuckled, amused by how easily flustered Aemond could be, and Aemond felt a strange warmth bloom in his chest—something he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was strange how natural this felt, how easy it was to sit here with Lucerys, talking like they’d known each other forever.

For the first time since he’d arrived, Aemond felt like maybe, just maybe, he could survive this nightmare—not just because of the mission, but because of Lucerys.

And somewhere in the back of his mind, a quiet, dangerous thought began to form: Maybe this mission wasn’t just about saving the future. Maybe it was about finding Lucerys. And maybe, just maybe, he didn’t want to leave this timeline after all.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60089734

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In the year 2072, the world stood on the brink of annihilation. War, famine, and a virus of catastrophic proportions had driven humanity to desperation.

Aemond had always been an orphan. He didn’t remember his parents, only fragments of a hazy childhood spent drifting through overcrowded shelters and the cold corridors of government-run institutions. The concept of family was nothing more than a distant fantasy—From a young age, Aemond understood that the world was broken. By the time he was old enough to comprehend the horrors around him, the future was already unraveling: the virus, the famine, the wars—disasters piling one atop the other, leaving nothing but ruin in their wake.

Aemond was picked up by a group of scientists. Just the perfect candidate, they said, as Aemond passed out from hunger. The scavengers in this neighborhood had been struggling for days. They’d raided every corner by now and had resorted to killing the weaker members among themselves. Soon, Aemond might have been next. He had already lost an eye during his last raid. An invalid. You don’t have to be a scavenger to know what would be coming for him.

When Aemond woke, he was in a sterile room. It wasn’t clean as such, for sterile rooms, but it was the clean enough space he hadn’t seen in years. He tried to sit up, but his body screamed in protest, every muscle aching from hunger and exhaustion. A woman with sharp eyes and a scar running across her temple leaned over him. She called herself Vhaella, a temporal physicist. Funny, Aemond hadn’t the slightest idea how temporal physics could come in handy in an apocalypse like this.

"You’ve survived alone for this long,” Vhaella said, her voice calm but edged with excitement. “That’s rare, Mr. Aemond.”

Aemond tore into the food given to him with shaking hands, wolfing it down so fast he almost choked. He didn’t care who these people were or what they wanted—he was alive, and for now, that was enough.

“Ever heard of time travel?” Vhaella asked, watching him closely.

He stopped chewing. Time travel was the stuff of street legends, whispered among scavengers and street rats like bedtime stories no one believed.

“They say they never come back,” Aemond muttered between bites, “that they screamed as their bodies got torn apart.”

Vhaella smiled, a humorless curve of her lips. “Some things are worse than dying.”

"Why me?" Aemond asked, his voice low, as if he already knew the answer but needed to hear it confirmed. Vhaella nodded toward the soldier standing beside them, who produced a small recorder and pressed play.

A voice crackled through the static, worn and distant. It was the voice of a young man—a bit faint, but familiar.

“The plague... released the virus... I don’t have much time. Aemond... Please...”

The sound of that voice hit Aemond like a gut punch. He knew it. He had no memory of hearing it before, but the familiarity stirred something deep inside him, as though the voice had been living quietly in the back of his mind all along, waiting for this moment.

“Who... who is that?” Aemond asked, his throat tightening.

Vhaella's gaze didn’t waver. “That’s Dr. Lucerys Velaryon. We’re hoping you will be the one to find him. In the past.”

Aemond’s head swam. The voice in the recording wasn’t just familiar. It felt personal, as if it had reached across time and lodged itself in his chest. A ripple of emotion washed over him—grief, longing, guilt—all tangled into something impossible to name.

“How did he know my name?”

"That's what we are expecting you to find out," Vhaella replied, her words precise and deliberate. She adjusted the sleeve of her lab coat, as if the formality of the gesture could ground them in a conversation filled with unsettling possibilities. "Mr. Aemond, it seems you were given an important task a long time ago. And as much as I don’t believe in fate as a scientist, I believe in temporal physics. You are meant to do this for us.”

Aemond chuckled, a bitter, hollow sound. "Why would I do this?" he scoffed. "Being a scavenger keeps me alive. What makes you think I'd risk my life getting strapped to your slaughtering machine?" His gaze lingered on the cold steel edges of the time-travel chamber, his skepticism sharp as a blade.

Vhaella calmly took off her glasses, a hint of sneer glimmered there in her eyes, just enough to catch the light. She didn’t blink. "Mr. Aemond," she said quietly, almost regretfully, "you weren’t exactly alive when we found you."

Aemond’s smirk faltered, just a little, but he didn’t respond.

"When we dragged you out of that alley," Vhaella continued, her voice steady but cold, "your infected eye was rotting in its socket, and without antibiotics, you would’ve been dead in a matter of days. You know it. I know it. You were a dead man when we found you. We gave you a second chance. And we didn’t do that to have you waste it."

Aemond’s jaw tightened as anger flickered through him. He hated how right she was. He remembered the fever burning through him as the infection spread, remembered lying in that alley, too weak to move, knowing that death was just a matter of time. And then they had found him.

"If you refuse this mission," Vhaella said, her voice sharp now, each word cutting like glass, "we will stop wasting our medication and resources on you. You’ll be on your own again. Out there." She gestured vaguely toward the window, where the shattered city loomed under a polluted sky.

"Or," Vhaella said, her voice softening just slightly, "you could take the mission. Find everything you’ll ever need in 2024. Enough food, enough medicine. Enough hope to keep you going."

Aemond’s gaze narrowed. "And what happens if I say no right now?"

Vhaella’s smile was small and humorless. "Then I imagine the scavengers will find you sooner than later, Mr. Aemond. And I suspect they’d be quite happy to have a little fresh meat tonight."

Aemond clenched his fists. Every instinct in him screamed to run, to fight back, to reject this insane offer. But the cold, brutal reality pressed down on him like a vice: he had no choice. Refusing the mission meant certain death. The only question left was whether he died in the streets—or in a past he hadn’t lived yet.

He exhaled through clenched teeth. "I’m not doing this for you," he muttered. "Just for the food and meds."

Vhaella smiled that cold, satisfied smile of hers and slipped her glasses back on. "Of course, Mr. Aemond. We weren’t expecting anything different."

With that, she gestured toward the soldier by the door. "Prepare the machine. Mr. Aemond has decided to live another day."

TBC.

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127 AC, King Viserys I and the Hand decided to marry Prince Lucerys Velaryon, heir to Driftmark, to Prince Aemond Targaryen.

The young prince found me. His brown curls were loose, and his eyes red with tears.

He said, “Alys, please help me.”

I said to him, “I can teach you the magic of energy harvesting. After your marriage, it will ensure your husband’s early demise, while you remain eternally youthful and immortal.”

The prince shook his head. “I don’t want that.”

I continued, “I can also teach you the blood oath ritual. With it, the sailors of Driftmark will never betray you and will lay down their lives for you without hesitation.”

The prince shook his head again.

“What does Your Highness desire, then?” I asked.

“I want true love. If Aemond truly loved me, he wouldn’t keep trying to hurt me.”

Lucerys looked at me, his eyes shimmering with tears.

I sighed. “If he truly loved you, he would only hurt you more and feel the anguish because of it.”

That was the truth. Lucerys remained silent for a moment, then gave me a smile that looked more sorrowful than crying.

“Even so, it’s worth it.”

TBC

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Aemond doesn’t know what Lucerys smells like. There’s only one scent he could smell when he buries himself in his pillow and screams Luke’s name over and over. He only ever knew what his own pillowcase smells like. And it makes him think about Lucerys.

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Just had this goofy idea where Aemond carved a pumpkin of Luke’s likeness, and fucks the pumpkin through the carved hole where it’s supposed to be the mouth😂and afterwards the pumpkin just sits there, oozing cum out of it😂bye

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Aemond got turned into a cute-size plushie by a witch and somehow ends up in the possession of Lucerys. Luke wouldn’t go anywhere without his uncle plushie. At night when he’s alone in the bedroom he’d even take out that stuffed toy and hump on it quietly.

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Luke getting pegged by Rhaena with a vibrating dildo and ending up coming screaming into his pillow. Rhaena fumbles around to find the off button for a while leaving Luke crying shaking like a leaf. The next day Jace pulls him aside and asks if Rhaena had hit him.

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Rhaena😫💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

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Dadson lucemond when Aemond catches Luke touching himself he ties him on his bed, “I just don’t get where it went wrong, Luke. I raised you, I feed you, I play with you. How did you turn out to be such a whore?” And Luke leaks from his pussy like crazy because he knows what’s coming next…

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Aunty Aemond and her puppy princess Lucerys while Aemond tugs at her leash and puppy Luke whimpers and wets herself grinding her pussy on her auntie’s leg with her ears waggling. She gets a good spanking if she ever raises her paw near her pussy lips.