#aemond targaryen fanficiton

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hi Ange, could you please write something about cock warming with Aemond? It’s been a fantasy of mine since I started consuming smutty fanfics lol

Realistically speaking, do you think it’s possible for both parties to stay in such a position for an extended period of time without feeling stiffness?

Hello! Regarding your second point, you'd usually cockwarm in positions that you'd cuddle/spoon in, so unless you're susceptible to going stiff (in a non sexual way) from cuddling then you can keep at it for as long as your partner can keep their wood.

Please enjoy this little drabble.

Warnings: Smut. Word count: 666 (hell yeah!)

It’s late when she awakens to the feeling of the mattress dipping beside her. Aemond’s body feels cold through the thin cotton of her nightgown as he presses his chest flush to her back, a long, lithe arm wrapping itself around her waist to keep her close.

She lets out a contented sigh, attempting to roll to face him. He stills her with a soft kiss to the temple and hushed tones.

“Lay still, ābrazȳrys jorrāeliarzus.” Dearest wife.

Halting her movements, she allows his hand to wander, trailing a path from her waist, over her hip and down her thighs, before returning the way it came, this time slipping beneath the thin shift that covers her body as it works its way upwards.

She shivers at the coolness of Aemond’s fingertips against her skin. Deft hands prise her thighs apart, long fingers tickle at the soft flesh of the inner portion. A gasp escapes her as he cups her mound, the heel of his palm grinding ever so gently against her bud. She squirms against him.

“Be still, I said.” He chides gently, swatting lightly between her legs.

She whimpers, a throbbing ache spreading through her core at the sudden strike, but she does her best to still her movements.

“You are back late.” She whispers.

“Mmm.” The sound rumbles in his chest, vibrating against her back. “A meeting of the small council. You needn’t worry.”

His hand leaves the juncture of her thighs, grasping her hip and using it to pull her backside against the evidence of his arousal for her. The flat of his palm continues its upwards trajectory, smoothing over the curve of her waist and the length of her ribcage. He reaches around, giving her breast a soft squeeze, before gently pinching at a hardened peak.

“I need to be close to you.” He rasps against the shell of her ear.

She is unsure how they could possibly be any closer than they are now, until she feels the head of his cock pressing against her opening. Instinctively she parts her thighs, granting him the access he needs to push forward, the slight resistance causing her to inhale sharply as he sheathes himself inside of her with a single thrust.

He stills, wrapping his arm back around her waist and embracing her as he would in sleep. She is confused, wondering if perhaps she should take the lead, however, he holds her in place when she attempts to rock back against him.

“Daor.” He says lowly. “Let us lay like this.” No.

The sensation is almost overwhelming. She can feel every inch, every contour of him buried in her tight heat. Her arousal coats him in her slick, the desperation for him to move, to do anything has her cunt clenching ceaselessly. However, there is an intimacy to being this close to her husband with no further expectation that makes her heart soar.

Eventually she settles, relaxing into the embrace, reassured that the love that Aemond has for means he finds as much comfort in her as she does in him. She is certain from his silence that he must have fallen asleep and, as her own eyes grow heavy, she relents, drifting into blissful unconsciousness.

The propulsion of Aemond’s hips against hers rouses her back into wakefulness. She is unsure of how much time has passed with her asleep, but he is obviously very much conscious.

His breath is hot and heavy, fanning across the back of her neck as he fucks into her from behind.

“Aemond..” She moans breathily, as a particularly harsh thrust goes deeper than she is accustomed to.

Realising she is no longer sleeping, his tone is apologetic, yet he does not cease his movements. “Forgive me, riña litse. I could not resist you any longer.” Pretty girl.

“I am yours.” She murmurs, arching her spine. “To do as you please with.”

His groan of approval is one she replays in her mind for weeks to come.

[humanpurposes]

Gals and pals, how do I set out making book covers? What editing platforms are we using? I wanna be inane and self indulgent about my fics.

[leiabird]

Taking what I’m owed

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Smut, Fluff, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Aemond Targaryen, Omega Lucerys Velaryon, Manipulation, Hair-Pulling Kink, Manhandling, Aged-Up Lucerys Velaryon

Word Count: 4,409

Inspired by my own Drabble here on tumblr and can also be found on my ao3

“Give me your eye or I will take it bastard!”

His voice had sounded strange to his own ears. Manic and Frantic. It had burst out of him without any control, all this anger and resentment over the loss of his eye. All this pain of his disfigurement.

But of course the bastard had escaped unscathed. As always. Lord Baratheon’s voice had echoed through the hall. There would be no vengeance for him today. He was not allowed to harm Lucerys who had come only as an envoy. They would both spend the night at separate ends of the castle, as far away from each other as possible, until the storm would pass.

As if Aemond would accept that. He was the brother of the King after all, no matter how useless said King was. A little lord in a castle plagued by storms wouldn’t keep him away from what he was owed.

Silent as a mouse Aemond was sneaking through the hallways of Storm’s End. He knew how to avoid the guards in their rotations. There had been many times when he had snuck out of the castle whether it was to retrieve Aegon or to go on a midnight fly on Vhagar.

Aemond continued his journey with determined steps. A part of him almost wanted a guard to appear in front of him. He wanted the fight, the thrill and the blood that came with it. But he would soon have enough of that. When he was holding his nephew’s eye in his hands. His pace quickened with anticipation.

When he heard the chattering of guards he knew that he was close. Peeking around the corner he made out two guards positioned in front of a door.

Aemond couldn’t supress the smirk creeping up on his face. There was no way they were guarding just any guest room in the castle.

Out of reflex his hand went to his dagger, but then he stopped himself. The dagger was for Lucerys and Lucerys only. He would manage the guards on his own. Aemond took a deep breath and then the rush came. Often when he fought he almost couldn’t remember anything of it afterwards. He would lose himself in it so deeply that his conscious mind wasn’t able to follow.

He took the guards down in a matter of seconds. They were both tired and surprised and didn’t put up much of a struggle. One he knocked out quickly before putting the other in a headlock, effectively silencing him, before the lack of oxygen put him out. Aemond let him silently sink to the floor, not bothering to check if he was still breathing.

His hand reached out and then hovered over the door knob. He took a deep breath and the sweet smell of revenge reached his nose. Aemond smiled. Finally.

The boy hadn’t even bothered to lock the door. He must have been so sure of Lord Baratheon’s protection. As if there was anything in the world that could protect him from Aemond.

Silently Aemond entered the room and carefully closed the door behind him. This time he turned the lock. Looking up he tried to adjust his eye to the dark. The only faint source of light came from the window.

That was when a lightning bolt lit up the skies above Storm’s End and for a glorious moment Aemond could clearly see his nephew’s figure on the bed. Lucerys was sleeping so deeply that not even the following thunder made him stir.

Aemond crept up on him and took out his dagger with delicate fingers. The very same dagger that Lucerys had refused only hours before. This time he would have no choice.

Eagerly getting closer to the bed he had to stop. Lucerys was moving. Aemond held his breath. But instead of opening his eyes and getting up the boy only turned until he was on his back, his arms splayed out beside him. His deep breathing continued.

Aemond nearly chuckled. Lucerys had presented himself for him perfectly.

Creeping ever closer and again getting a hint of that sweet smell that promised his retaliation, Aemond loomed over Lucerys. He took a moment to imprint Lucerys’ soft and delicate features, the upturned curve of his nose, the sweet freckles, the porcelain skin, before he would mutilate and disfigure this pretty face forever.

Aemond jumped upon the boy the moment another lightning bolt illuminated the room. Lucerys’ eyes shot open (it would be the last time he opened both of them) as he laid eyes upon Aemond. His hand on the boy’s mouth muffled his scream and the dagger pressed right under his eye silenced him quickly. The blade was glinting in the light of the lighting outside the window. Realising what situation he was in, Lucerys let go where his hands had tried to press against Aemond. Instead they started to shake.

“Hello taoba” (boy) Aemond couldn’t hide the smirk in his voice, his sapphire eye gleaming down at his nephew. He hadn’t bothered to put his eyepatch back on. He wanted the boy to see exactly what he had done and what Aemond was about to do to him.

Lucerys was shaking in his grasp. It only spurred Aemond on further. He chuckled and leaned in closer to his nephew’s ear.

“Did you really think that a little lord would be able to keep me from what I’m owed?”

Slowly Aemond trailed his dagger down, sliding it softly over Lucerys’ cheek, his jaw and settling under his chin. Lucerys let out a scared whine.

Again Aemond chuckled and whispered in his nephew’s ear “I can take any part of you I want right now. Your eye, your tongue. I could break that pretty nose again. I can disfigure you as you have disfigured me.”

A tear rolled down Lucerys’ cheek and Aemond took his hand away from his mouth to catch it. His nephew’s breathing was erratic, he was panting nearly. Aemond looked deep into his eyes, wanting to relish in the fear inside them. Lucerys’ pupils were dilated and in them he saw…

All of a sudden Aemond jerked back. He sat up, still pinning his nephew to the bed and finally taking in the smell. The sweet smell of revenge he had relished in. He wanted to kick himself. Blinded by vengeance he hadn’t picked up on what the sweet smell surrounding his nephew meant.

“You’re an omega”

It was not a question he asked Lucerys, it was a fact. There was no denying it. His sweet, sweet nephew, the delight of the family. An omega.

Aemond furrowed his brows and looked down at Lucerys, his mind spinning from the realisation and the scent that was growing thicker and thicker.

“But how?” He asked bewildered.

Lucerys sniffed and answered quietly “Mother told me to hide it. She said it would question my claim to Driftmark even further.” Again he sniffed.

Aemond tried to make sense of the situation.

“But how the fuck did you hide that?” It didn’t make any sense.

Lucerys cast his gaze downward and admitted “Mother gave me scent blockers, but… I forgot to take them with me here” He nibbled at his lip.

Desperately Aemond tried to look away from Lucerys’ lips and focused on the boy’s eyes again. His nephew, the heir to Driftmark, the family’s delight, the boy who had taken his eye at only eight years old, was an omega.

Aemond should take his eye now. He should collect his debt, be done with it and return to his chambers. That was what he should do.

But as Lucerys’ scent drew him in further and further he couldn’t help but think that now, there was another way. Another way for him to collect his debt. Another way for him to take Lucerys.

“Uncle?” Lucerys tried tentatively “Will you please let me go? We can-“

Whatever his nephew wanted to suggest was lost when Aemond threw the knife to the side and buried his nose in his neck. He deeply breathed in that sweet smell of honey and sunshine and … was that the sea? A true Velaryon after all.

Lucerys choked on his own words and his hands flew up into Aemond’s hair. Whilst Aemond’s nose and mouth brushed alongside his nephew’s neck, Lucerys let out a whine so sweet that Aemond wanted to drink it from his lips.

Then the fingers that had found their way into his hair grabbed tight and tugged hard. Aemond moaned as the pain send a shockwave directly to his cock. Forced by the strong hands in his hair he looked up and directly into his nephew’s eyes.

Lucerys was panting and looking at him with a dazed expression. His porcelain skin seemed to glow, decorated by his freckles. His soft curls were ruffled from sleep and created a halo around his head. He looked like a saint. Ethereal and stunning. Aemond didn’t know how he could have ever thought about ruining that perfect, delicate face.

“Qȳbor” (Uncle) Lucerys sounded breathless “W-What…?”

Leaning down again Aemond placed his forehead against Lucerys’, their noses brushing. His breath ghosted over his nephew’s lips as he answered “I’m taking what I’m owed”

A shiver ran through Lucerys and Aemond caught a glimpse of something in his eyes. It was a fire, not fueled by hatred, but by lust. It was the annoying defiance that sweet Lucerys would show him and only him. This was the boy that had taken his eye. The boy through who’s veins ran dragon fire. A little dragon himself.

Tugging at his hair again Lucerys pulled Aemond down and violently crashed their lips into each other.

Aemond practically began to devour him. Every gasp that slipped from the omegas lips was swallowed by Aemond. His nephew’s hands were still in his hair, tugging him even closer and driving Aemond insane.

He slipped his hands underneath Lucerys’ tunic and dug his fingers into the soft skin. The boy arched his back up into Aemond. Lucerys pressed up into Aemond’s cock straining in his breeches and a growl escaped his lips. Taken aback the omega broke the kiss to lock eyes with Aemond, suddenly coy.

But before the boy’s shyness could take over, Aemond tightened his grip on him and pulled him upward. He manhandled the boy until he was sitting in his lap and dug his hands into Aemond’s shoulders, scrambling for purchase.

Not taking any more time Aemond grabbed the hem of Lucerys’ tunic and tugged it over his head. His nephew’s curls got even more ruffled in the process and Aemond finally gave into the urge and buried his hand in Lucerys’ soft hair. Continuing to devour the boy’s lips, Aemond placed his other hand low on his nephew’s back. He pulled Lucerys flush against his chest. The boy understood the message a little too well and ground himself against Aemond’s erection. It was too much and not enough.

He answered Lucerys’ whimper at the contact with another growl and pushed the boy back down onto the bed. There he laid sprawled out beneath him, a beautiful flush sprawling across his cheeks and down onto his chest. He was panting and his lips were swollen and glistening from spit. Lucerys looked like the embodiment of every sinful desire Aemond had ever had.

Aemond made quick work of his own clothes, discarding first his tunic and then making quick work of his trousers. Lucerys gaped at his naked form and for a moment Aemond feared the boy would draw back again, overcome with shyness. Instead his nephew began pulling at his own pants, trying to get them off as quickly as possible.

Smirking Aemond leaned down to help the boy. When they were finally both free of their clothes Aemond settled himself between Lucerys’ legs. His nephew immediately put them around his waist, locking his ankles, and his hands made their way back into Aemond’s hair to pull him down into another desperate kiss.

He felt as if every part of him that was touching Lucerys’ naked skin was on fire. He couldn’t get enough of it, trying to engulf his nephew with his form. Placing his hands on either side of Lucerys’ head he ground himself against him. They both moaned when their cocks brushed against each other, the friction feeling heavenly.

Aemond trailed one of his hands down over his nephew’s shoulder and to his chest. Placing a kiss on Lucerys’ jaw, he played with a nipple. The boy’s moan which was now no longer muffled by Aemond’s mouth sent shivers down his spine. He continued nipping and kissing at Lucerys’ jaw and his neck getting closer and closer where the boy’s mating mark would go. The scent of honey, sea and sunshine was thickest here and it made his mouth water.

He wanted to bite. He wanted to sink his teeth into the tender flesh and claim Lucerys. He wanted the boy to be his and no one else’s. He wanted to be the only one in the world who got to see Lucerys this way.

Sucking bruises into his nephew’s skin Aemond let his hand wander down further until he reached their cocks. He took them both in hand and began to stroke. Lucerys let out a sob. Wanting to see his nephew’s expression Aemond pulled himself up a bit and oh… Lucerys looked completely blissed out. His eyes were shut tightly and his soft lips formed a delicate o. Aemond wondered how the boy would look like when he would finally actually fuck him.

The thought deepened his desire and he let go of them both, his hand reaching down. Brushing his fingers against Lucerys’ hole he could feel the boy leaking slick. He was practically gushing. And he wasn’t even in heat.

Agonizingly slowly he pushed one finger inside. Rubbing against his nephew’s tight walls he began to work him open as gentle as he found himself capable.

That was when he heard it. “Aemond.” It was a moan, nearly a whisper but his name on Lucerys’ lips drove him near insane. He added another finger, going faster, trying to get into this warm engulfing heat as fast as possible.

Lucerys was writhing underneath him, not seeming to know if he should try to draw back from this intense onslaught of pleasure or try to get even closer. He was moaning and babbling nonsense, moaning Aemond’s name every once in a while. It was all Aemond wanted to hear for the rest of his life. It was heavenly.

When the boy was easily taking three of his fingers Aemond pulled out. Lucerys whined at the loss and seemed to be about to complain when he drew in a sharp gasp at the sensation of Aemond’s cock at his entrance.

Aemond positioned himself feeling as if he would truly go mad if he wasn’t inside of Lucerys right now, trying to ease his way in as gently as possible. The tip was about to slip in when-

“Umbās” (Wait)

Immediately he stilled. It was agony and it was torture but he kept still, not moving an inch.

“Are you going to claim me, qȳbor?” (Uncle)

Aemond was panting, his mind a mess.

“I… what…?”

Lucerys placed his hands gently on either side of his face and made him look into his eyes.

“Are you going to claim me as your mate and bring me back to Dragonstone?”

Aemond didn’t know how Lucerys was forming cohering sentences. He couldn’t even think coherently much less form words.

“Lucerys … Kostilus...” (Please…) Aemond tried to answer but his tongue seemed to fail him.

“Will you wed me and fight by my side for the rightful Queen?”

“I…” Aemond was gasping, his mind trying to comprehend what Lucerys meant.

“Kostilus qȳbor” (Please Uncle) Lucerys was begging now “Kostilus kiviōs issa se verdās issa aōhon” (Please promise me and make me yours)

That little dragon. How was Aemond supposed to refuse him?

“I swear it, issa zaldrītsos” (my little dragon) he whispered against Lucerys’ lips “Jaehossi uēpossi arlȳssī” (By the old gods and the new)

He was doomed in that moment and he knew it. But he just simply couldn’t get himself to care about it, not when his nephew was smiling up at him so sweetly and happily. Not when he was feeling things he never had before. And he never wanted it to stop.

Once again Lucerys dug his fingers into his hair and pulled him closer.

“Pār derās issa, qȳbor” (Then take me, uncle) Whispered Lucerys into his ear “Mazemās issa” (Claim me)

And finally, finally Aemond was being engulfed by Lucerys’ tight and wet heat. His mind was spinning and there was a buzzing in his ears but he still heard the near scream his nephew let out.

He looked down, trying to focus his thoughts again and took in the sight beneath him. Lucerys had his back arched off the mattress, his hand clinging onto Aemond as if he was his life line. His eyes rolled back in his head and then he came with another shout, completely untouched, all over himself.

Aemond let out a hiss as Lucerys’ walls tightened around him. His nephew was sobbing and tears were welling up in his eyes from the intensity of it all.

“Please…” he was babbling “Please… qȳbor”(uncle)

“Shhhh” was Aemond’s answer, trying to soothe the overwhelmed omega “It’s alright, issa zaldrītsos (my little dragon), I have you.”

When Lucerys seemed to have won back at least a bit of his composure, Aemond pulled back a little only to thrust back in.

“Kessa” (Yes) his nephew moaned desperately “Kessa, qȳbor” (Yes, uncle)

Aemond began thrusting into Lucerys in earnest now. At every thrust his nephew let out the sweetest moan Aemond had ever heard and he tried desperately to not start pounding into Lucerys like a madman. He wanted to be gentle with him, his sweet nephew deserved that.

Dragging himself in and out of Lucerys slowly he once again buried his face into the boy’s neck and started to kiss the delicate skin. Beneath him Lucerys tried to move up into him and meet his thrust until Aemond grazed the spot of his mating mark with his teeth. The boy let out a whine and became completely pliant, moaning sweetly “Kessa” (Yes) and “Please” and “Qȳbor” (Uncle).

When Aemond pulled away from Lucerys’ neck the boy suddenly grabbed his hair and again tugged hard. Aemond moaned at the feeling and looked at his nephew who gazed upon him defiantly.

“More” his little nephew demanded like the little dragon he was “I want more”

Again, how could Aemond ever refuse him?

He grabbed Lucerys’ hips so tightly he was sure it would bruise. Good. He wanted to leave his marks all over his nephew’s body.

Then he started again but this time without holding back. He pounded into Lucerys over and over again until the room was filled with the obscene sound of their bodies meeting each other. Ever still there was more and more slick dripping out of Lucerys. His little dragon was surely leaving a mess on the mattress. Neither of them cared.

Lucerys by now had let his hands fall down from Aemond’s hair and they were lying uselessly next to his head as he was sobbing and crying, absolutely pliable. The tears streaming down from his face made him look even more like a saint with a halo of brown curls. It should be impossible for anyone to turn from a saint to a dragon and to a saint again and yet Lucerys seemed to be the embodiment of every prayer that had ever left Aemond’s lips and every dark desire he had never dared to utter.

Leaning over his nephew again Aemond took one of his hands from Lucerys’ hips and instead grabbed his wrists above his head. With this new angle he could thrust even deeper into his little dragon and –

Lucerys let out another scream as Aemond hit the exact right spot within him. His walls clenched around Aemond again and it was too much, it was simply and wonderfully and heavenly too much.

“Issa zaldrītsos” (My little dragon) Aemond groaned against Lucerys’ lips “I’m going to… I will…”

His mind was spinning again and he was panting hard.

“Kessa (Yes), please” Lucerys was begging again “Please, qȳbor (uncle), I want it.”

In this moment Aemond knew that there was in fact nothing in the world that he could ever refuse his nephew, nothing he could ever deny him. Not ever.

It was Lucerys’ begging that pushed him over the edge, that made his knot swell in the tight heat of Lucerys until he finally spilled. As his knot tied them together his nephew’s eyes rolled back into his head again as he too found his second release of the night, sobbing and shaking and pliant in Aemond’s arms.

Again he didn’t know how Lucerys found the mind to form coherent sentences but he heard him loud and clear against his ear.

“Mazemās issa, qȳbor” (Claim me uncle) he didn’t beg but commanded Aemond. His boy was a little dragon again. “Kostilus, verdās issa aōhon” (Please, make me yours)

And with that Aemond buried his face in the heavenly scent of Lucerys’ neck and bit down hard. Blood as sweet as honey spilled on his lips. He felt as if he had arrived in the seven heavens.

It took a lot of willpower for Aemond not to simply break down and crush his nephew, but he remained propped up on his forearms next to Lucerys’ head while they waited for his knot to come down. The boy’s hands had found their way into his hair again where he carefully and gently threaded his fingers through it. Aemond had never felt peace and comfort quite like this.

When he was finally able to separate from Lucerys’, he slipped out of him carefully. His nephew let out another whine at the loss and if Aemond hadn’t been so exhausted it would have been enough to get him hard again. Instead he let himself crash into the mattress next to Lucerys, feeling completely boneless. Looking up at the ceiling he immediately felt his nephew snuggle close to his side and reflexively put an arm around him to hold him tight.

Aemond glanced downward at Lucerys and the dark bruising mating mark he had left at his neck. For a while neither of them dared to speak.

Then it was of course Lucerys who broke the silence.

“I didn’t think you would do it.”

Aemond sat up a little to look at Lucerys’ face and furrowed his brows.

“You didn’t think I would do what?”

Lucerys fiddled with a strand of Aemond’s hear, nibbling at his lip.

“I didn’t think you would actually claim me.”

Dread arose inside of Aemond. He wasn’t his brother. He never wanted to force anyone to do anything like this.  Immediately he began scrambling away from Lucerys, feeling disgust for himself and what he’d done-

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that!” His nephew desperately clung to him, trying to stop him from leaving. “I wanted it! I do still want it! I just…” He looked down. “I just didn’t think that you would keep your promise.”

Gently Aemond placed a hand under Lucerys’ chin and made him look up at him.

“You think me an oath breaker?” He asked sternly.

Defiance flashed in Lucerys’ eyes and Aemond had to hide a smirk. His little dragon had returned.

“You came in here with the intend to take my eye!” He defended his fears. “What was I supposed to think of you?!”

Cradling his nephews face Aemond took a deep breath. Then he softly said “There you are right.” Lucerys looked overly smug at those words. Aemond kept himself from rolling his eye.

“But your are not so innocent yourself, issa valzȳrys” (my husband) and Lucerys gasped at the title “Have you not made me swear my allegiance to you and your queen when you knew I couldn’t refuse you?”

At that Lucerys gave him a sheepish but sly smile. He reached out with one hand and ran his fingers gently along Aemond’s scar around his eye. Aemond shuddered at the sensation.

Then the boy looked at Aemond and said plainly “I would have let you take me even if you hadn’t sworn yourself to me”

Snuggling closer Aemond put his mouth right next to his nephew’s ear and whispered “And I would have sworn myself to you, even if you hadn’t let me take you”

A shudder went through Lucerys’ body at those words and Aemond could feel the boy’s smile at the skin of his neck.

Laying down comfortably Aemond arranged Lucerys to lay as closely next to him as possible and held him tight. His nephew put an arm around Aemond’s chest and entangled their legs. Aemond sunk his face into Lucerys curls and inhaled the deep scent of the sea and sunshine and … himself. He could smell himself in Lucerys’ scent now that he had claimed him. A warmth he had never known before spread inside his chest.

Breathing contently he whispered “Sleep now, valzȳrys” (husband) Lucerys hummed certainly pleased “Sleep, issa zaldrītsos (my little dragon). Tomorrow I will take you to Dragonstone and wed you in the tradition of our house.”

Sleep took his nephew immediately, surely exhausted after their coupling.

Aemond couldn’t help but lie awake and let his thoughts run wild. In the back of his mind he could hear a voice, quite resembling the one of his grandsire, complaining about what a fool he was to be so cuntstruck. But again he couldn’t get himself to care much about it. Not when the feeling of Lucerys’ body against his felt so right and heavenly.

He didn’t know if the god’s were laughing at his stupidity or smiling contently at him finally understanding what he had ached for all these years. But as long as he had Lucerys, he quite simply didn’t care. He had finally collected his debt, had finally taken what he was owed. He just couldn’t help but think that Lucerys in return, had taken from Aemond once again. But instead of only his eye, this time Lucerys had taken him whole.

[moonflower91]

"Shut up, Aegon."

A/N: this occurs before Aemond claimed Vhgar, and he and his siblings are at the wake of Laena, just being siblings.

Aemond Targaryen/sister!OC

“We’ve nothing in common.” Aegon grumbled as the three siblings stared that their eldest sister. Helaena was lost in her own head, (as mother said), once more, mumbling softly to herself as she guided her new found spider over her hands. Saerah had always counted her sister brave for her love of insects, because she herself was quite terrified of spiders. When she and Helaena spent time together, it was usually without their tiny, crawly, creepy presence because the last time Helaenra tried to show her a beetle, she'd ran from the room and hadn't been back until mother promised her the beetle was put away.

Of course, that didn’t stop Helaena from speaking about them, but Saerah didn’t really mind. If only Aegon could feel the same.

"Of course, Helaena is sweet and intelligent, and you're mean and drunk all the time." Saerah spit. Helaena was ten times as smart as any one of them, but because of Helaena's strange riddles, no one believed it. Saerah couldn't form a riddle to save her life, and her sister did it every say without trying. Helaena was the cleverest person she knew.

"Oh shut up, Saerah, you're just angry that mother didn't petition for you to wed me."

"Why would she marry you?" Aemond growled, a scowl on his face and casting a look towards his elder brother.

"And why would mother have me wed an idiot?" Aegon countered, glaring back at the younger boy as he gestured to his betrothed, still unbothered and tending to her new little friend with tenderness.

“She’s our sister.” Aemond reminded him, hoping at least, to impress upon their fool of a brother the need for family love, if not the love of man an wife.

“You marry her then.” Aegon scoffed, sneering at the younger boy.

Cut out of her silent observation of her dear sister, Saerah's head snapped towards the two, eyes blazing and her response as quick as lightening.

“If Aemond is going to wed anyone, it will be me. That's why mother suggested poor Helaena over me.”  Aegon’s face would have been highly amusing, had he not said something Saerah considered wretched. Aemond was hers, and she was his and that was just how it was and always would be. To wed him to another would be like ripping a body in two and calling it whole. Monstrous. Unthinkable.

“Oh ho ho, brother!” he looked to Aemond, whose cheeks had started turning pink. Beneath his cloak, so his idiot brother would not see, his fingers brushed against Saerah's. It would be too obvious if they held hands, interlocking their fingers, and that would only give Aegon more vigor in his taunts. Instead, Saerah reached out with her own fingers, and brushed his own--a greeting, an assurance, an promise. “Me thinks he likes the idea very much, baby sister.”

“Shut up, Aegon.” The twins murmured back.

“If the two of you do, in fact wed, mayhaps mother will stop this crusade to make me take Helaena.”

[leiabird]

But like imagine Aemond and Lucerys not leaving Storm's End because of the storm and instead staying the night. And Aemond is of course like ‘fuck Lord Boros I'm going to take what I'm owed’ and sneaks into Lucerys’ chambers. He gets there and pins his nephew to his bed, dagger placed underneath Lucerys’ eye and Lucerys wakes up and is scared shitless. And Aemond relishes in it, in his nephew's panic until he smells it. Lucerys’ scent is the scent of an omega. His mother had hidden the fact that her second son was an omega as to not have his claim on Driftmark questioned further. And now in such close proximity with an Alpha his suppressants wear of and his heavenly scent fills Aemond's nose. He buries his face in his nephews neck to breathe in more of this addictive scent and his lips are brushing against Lucerys’ skin and Lucerys let’s out a moan sweeter than anything Aemond has ever heard. And suddenly, suddenly there is a new way in which he can take his revenge, a way in which he can take something away from Lucerys, a way he can take Lucerys himself-

And I might write that out later.

Edit: I posted it :) It’s here on tumblr and on my ao3

[leiabird]

Under the bed

2417 words

Lucerys Velaryon/Aemond Targaryen

Tags: Humour, Fluff, Secret Lovers

cross-posted on ao3

Rhaenyra hesitates before knocking on her son‘s door. The talk she wants to have with him is a delicate one and she does not want to frighten him. Still she feels it is necessary, for his own safety.

Firmly she knocks twice and braces herself. A “thunk” comes from the room and she furrows her brows.

“Lucerys?” she calls out, not wanting to invade his privacy by simply storming into his room, but now she is irritated if not even worried.

“A moment!” she hears her son’s voice. He sounds… panicked?

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes!” comes the immediate answer “I’m just… I was just getting dressed! A moment please!”

Rhaenyra relaxes and a small smile creeps up on her face. Has her son really slept this long? He seems to have inherited her own tendencies of sleeping way into the morning.

A moment passes, then another. Finally Lucerys calls “You can enter, mother!”

Turning the doorknob she steps into his chambers. Lucerys really looks like he has only just gotten up, his curls a bit of a mess and his clothes only hastily put on.

Smiling she steps up to him and begins to try to comb his hair with her fingers to give it at least a bit of order.

“Mother!” Lucerys protests, his cheeks glowing with embarrassment.

“Good morrow” she says, still smiling but stopping her attempts of coddling him “Have you slept in, my sweet boy?”

“I…” Lucerys hesitates “I… yes. I’m sorry. It will not happen again.”

At that she laughs. “Do not fret” she says “Believe me, I have done the same when I was your age.”

Her son lets out a small huff and nods his head.

Then Rhaenyra folds her hands in front of her and puts on a more serious demeanour.

“Unfortunately I am here to talk to you about a … concerning matter.”

Lucerys stares at her with wide eyes. “About what matter?”

Rhaenyra takes a deep breath and answers “Your uncle Aemond.”

If possible her son’s eyes widen even more and for a moment she sees confusion, panic and… something else on his face. Then he seems to pull himself together, blins a few times at her and asks “Wha- what about Aemond?”

“My brother” she continues carefully, not wanting to frighten her son further “Is a hotheaded man. He is impulsive and … dangerous as every skilled warrior is.”

Lucerys continues to stare at her with an unreadable expression.

“And I could not help to notice over the past few weeks that… well” talking about this is harder than she has anticipated “That he seems… more troubled than usual. Troubled by you.”

Now her son looks frightened. Her heart clenches and she immediately puts her hands on his arms and holds him tightly while still looking directly at him and continuing despite his fear.

“He is a man who believes he was wronged as a child when he lost his eye and that makes him unpredictable.” Another deep breath. “But I do not believe that he would harm you here in the Keep where all of us are around. I simply want you to be aware of this. He… Every time the family gathers he looks at you like…” She presses her lips into a thin line. She truly does not want to trouble her boy, but the way her brother has been looking at her son the past weeks makes her skin crawl. Aemond looks at Lucerys so intently as if he was imagining every possible way to harm him. And she will not let that happen.

Gathering herself she continues calmly “I simply want for you to be careful. Maybe try not to walk around alone as much and please try to avoid any confrontation with him. I am sure this…  fixation he has will pass soon.”

Lucerys has listened to all of this with wide eyes and an open mouth. He no longer looks frightened but in complete disbelief. Rhaenyra tries to take that as a good sign.

Gently she takes him into her arms. Seemingly by pure reflex he hugs her back as they always do. Sometimes she misses the times when she could carry him in her arms at all times, tucked closely to her chest, safe in her embrace, sheltered from the world.

Aemond will not touch her sweet boy. She would never let that happen.

Her gaze wanders over Lucerys’ shoulder to the bed. Her brows furrow.

“What is that?” She asks and Lucerys leaves her embrace to turn around and inhales sharply.

“What do you mean?!” her boy asks and sounds a bit out of breath.

“That shirt” Rhaenyra says and steps forward to take the garment into her hands “I’ve never seen it before.”

“That… that…” Lucerys stammers “That is new!”

Rhaenyra smiles. Her son still doesn’t seem to be awake yet. Then she looks back to the shirt and her irritation returns.

“It is quite big” she states as she holds it up. The thing would nearly be a dress on her son who insists he will still have a growth spurt. Secretly she very much doubts that, especially at his age.

“Yeah that… Maybe they mixed something up” Lucerys continues while blinking rapidly at her.

“Maybe they meant it for Jacaerys” Rhaenyra concludes and her son sighs.

“Yes! That’s probably how it is!” He says eagerly and she smiles. She is happy how close her sons are, not at all like her and her siblings.

“I could bring it to him” she offers Lucerys who immediately wildly shakes his head.

“Don’t worry yourself, mother, I will bring it to him later” he insists and steps forward to take it from her hands.

Rhaenyra nods slowly and clasps her hands together. Lucerys has always been the most considerate of her boys, empathetic beyond measure. Her sweet boy.

Gently she puts her hand to the side of his head and leans in to give his temple a quick kiss.

“Try to wake up properly and join us for luncheon later, yes?”

Lucerys nods eagerly and with another smile she leaves her sweet boy alone in his room.

~°~

Lucerys stares at the door through which his mother disappeared again in complete disbelief. He is still holding the shirt in his hands.

Then he hears faint laughter coming from the bed. He turns around.

“Do you think this is funny?!” He asks still in disbelief.

Crawling out from under the bed appears his uncle Aemond, who seems to be delighted by this horrid situation. He is wearing pants but not his shirt, which Lucerys is holding at the moment.

Instead of answering Aemond sits down onto the bed he was hiding under and continues to laugh.

It warms Lucerys’ heart in a way. Aemond doesn’t often laugh this openly. He often smirks mildly amused. Only since they have been together in secret, Lucerys has had the privilege of seeing a real and wide smile upon his uncle’s face at least a few times.

But unfortunately he can not share Aemond’s amusement at their current situation.

“My mother thinks you want to kill me!” He tries to make the situation clear to his lover who only laughs harder.

Frustrated he throws the shirt as hard as possible at Aemond, who of course catches it with ease.

Sighing Lucerys throws his hands up in the air and turns around to stomp to his closet in search of a jacket and shoes. He needs to go and present himself to his family before another one of them could get the idea of visiting him in his quarters.

“Oh come on Lucerys” Aemond says, his laughter fading away. Lucerys turns around to see his uncle still grinning at him widely.

He rolls his eyes and turns back around away from his uncle who doesn’t seem to grasp the weight of the situation.

Lucerys hears a sigh and footsteps. Aemond has stood up from the bed and walks towards him, but he pretends to be busy searching through his clothes and doesn’t turn around.

Then he can feel his uncle’s breath on his neck and two big hands that settle on his hips before engulfing him in an embrace.

Before Lucerys can protest further, his body automatically relaxes. He lets out a deep sigh and leans back, tilting his head towards Aemond.

His uncle takes that as an invitation to place feather light kisses on his neck. Another content sigh leaves his lips. Lucerys can not imagine that there will ever be a day where he will not respond with anything other than pure contentment to Aemond’s touch. His uncle has utterly ruined him for anyone but himself.

“I’m sorry that this has upset you so much” Aemond whispers in his ear.

Lucerys takes a deep breath and tries to ignore the knot of worries that lies heavy in his stomach. He can’t.

“I just…” he tries and fails to explain. He lets out a frustrated huff.

Gently, as if he was holding a dandelion whose petals could be whisked away with a soft breeze, Aemond turns Lucerys around so that they face each other.

“Skoros amīvindis ao sīr, issa jorrāelagon?” (What worries you so, my love?) Aemond asks tenderly as he soothingly runs his fingers along Lucerys’ back.

Lucerys can not seem to bring up the courage to look Aemond in the eye.

“Kessa gaomilza dōrī ilvo indīgon” (She will never allow us to marry) he mumbles.

The look on Aemond’s face grows impossible tender. It is if possible the thing that surprised Lucerys the most. Aemond’s tenderness. He had assumed that Aemond would be all sharp angles and bruising touches and kisses with more teeth than tongue. Lucerys had been entirely caught off guard when Aemond had been actually reluctant to touch him at all at the beginning.

Aemond had confessed to him one day, long after they had fallen into bed with each other, that he simply did not know how to touch without hurting, how to hold without bruising. The affection Lucerys had received all his life was something entirely strange to Aemond. Which was why every time he got to hold his nephew he looked at him like he was a marvel.

And then there had been the dreams. Aemond says that he does not have them any longer but there had been a time when he would wake up screaming alone in his chambers from visions of Lucerys dying by his hands. Lucerys dying in fire, between Vhagar’s teeth, falling from Arrax and breaking every bone in his body and drowning in the Narrow Sea.

Aemond says he believes that maybe, in another life, where he would have not come to love Lucerys, he would have been consumed by anger and vengeance. It had frightened Lucerys for but a moment before he simply answered “I do not believe there is a world where you would be capable of being a kinslayer. And I refuse to believe there is a world where we would not love each other.”

The dreams had stopped after that.

Now Aemond confidently holds Lucerys every time he wants. He caresses him delicately and treasures it. Aemond drowns his nephew in gifts, saying he would like to properly court him. There is only the problem of their family. Lucerys knows his mother would never allow them to be married, not when she truly thinks Aemond still wants him harm for what had occurred in their childhood. She doesn’t know that by now Lucerys has thoroughly apologised for that incident.

Aemond leans forward to rest his forehead against Lucerys’ and together they breathe in each other’s air, their lips ghosting over each other. Lucerys feels his uncle’s words more than he hears them.

“My offer still stands, issa jorrāelagon (my love)” he whispers and Lucerys shudders at the thought as his uncle continues “Zaldrīzdōron ivestrās avo maghās se valzȳrys aōhys sagon aōt sahās. (Let me take you to Dragonstone and make you my husband.)”

From the first time Aemond had proposed the idea of simply running away and getting married without their family’s notice Lucerys had thought about it. Had thought about the excitement of running away, of the prospect of being wedded to the man he loves. Still, his reason to not do it stays the same.

“I want my mother’s blessing, Qȳbor (Uncle)” he sighs and cups Aemond’s face in his hands “I want my mother to be the one to give me to you. I want all of our family to see our love. I do not want to have to hide and run away in a cloak-and-dagger operation.”

Tilting his head Aemond presses a soft kiss to the inside of Lucerys’ wrist.

“Your mother did the exact same with her uncle” he grumbles, but with no real ill will “It’s not like she could hold it against us.”

Lucerys can’t help but giggle a bit at his lover’s grumpiness in such a tender moment.

“Well” he says and fiddles with a strand of Aemond’s soft and long hair “You will have to have a bit more patience, Qȳbor”

Then he mournfully wriggles himself out of his uncle’s embrace to finally go search for proper clothing.

“And also more manners. Or else my mother will have you send away for looking at me like…” Lucerys tries to find the right words whilst his ear’s turn a bright red. He looks over to Aemond who looks at him with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk.

“Like I want to eat you?” His uncle kindly finishes his sentence and Lucerys turns back to his clothes.

“Not in the way she thinks” he mumbles while digging through his closet and hears Aemond chuckle. The bastard really has good ears.

“Well then” his uncle says while walking through the room and to the door “I presume I will see you at the luncheon later?” He turns around with another smirk and adds “And I promise I will not try to eat you.”

Lucerys’ only response is a pair of trousers which he throws into Aemond’s face who flees the room with another chuckle.

Sighing Lucerys’ leans his head against the wooden door of his wardrobe. He feels so hot with giddiness and love he feels like he is about to burst.

“Soon” he whispers only to himself and every God, old or new, that might hear the vow he whispers with a smile “We will marry soon.”

[leiabird]

The kitten

Fanfic (Oneshot)

Pairing: Lucemond

Tags: Fluff, Childhood Friends, Soft Aemond

Word count: 1009

This is a drabble that escalated. Enjoy! (Cross posted on ao3 as leiabird)

When they were children, Lucerys would often trail after his uncle Aemond. Aegon and Jace would be too busy being first born sons or rather busy evading their duties as first born sons, to play with the younger ones. Even though Jace was barely older than him.

 So Luke would spend his time with Aemond. He would chatter and play with him even when the other didn’t seem amused by his shenanigans. Aemond despised how his nephew seemed to cling to him as if they had been tied together.

 That changed when at seven years old Lucerys found a kitten. He was playing hide and seek with his brother and his uncles when he heard the faint meowing. Quickly he picked it up from the corner where it had been abandoned and wrapped it in his cloak to shield it from the cold winds. Lucerys adored the little cat from the start.

 He tried to hide it beneath his tunic, but it slipped out from underneath it during dinner. Everyone was quite surprised when a sweet little cat fled from Lucerys’ grasp and started to devour Queen Alicent’s meal. The Queen’s shrieking was enough for Rhaenyra to agree to her son’s pleas to keep the kitten, even if it was to spite Alicent. From then on Lucerys would always carry the little cat with him or one would find one of them trailing after the other. Luke was enamoured.

 It also meant he didn’t have as much time as before to cling to Aemond who was relieved. For a time. Then he started to feel lonely when Aegon and Jace were spending time together and Luke was busy with his cat. He grew to despise the kitten. The thing had taken away his only companion no matter how tiring he could be. He found himself trying to catch Luke’s attention. But it always immediately found its way back to the kitten.

 That was until one day when everyone was huddling inside by a fire due to a storm, Luke burst through the door crying. “I can’t find Kitty!”

 Aemond snorted at the unimaginative name. Lucerys on the other hand was worried sick. It was cold outside and raining as if the gods were unleashing the whole Narrow Sea upon King’s Landing. Luke said that the kitten had been trying to catch mice outside.

 ‚The only thing it will catch in this weather is its death‘, Aemond thought to himself. Lucerys seemed to have a similar train of thought because he was now crying even harder while his mother tried to console him. Aemond was glad the cat was finally out of his sight but he also couldn’t stand Luke‘s wailing and silently slipped out of the room.

 The winds of the storm even found their way into the hallways of the Red Keep, through cracks in the stones. It was terribly cold and Aemond wrapped his cloak tighter around him. His first destination was the Godswood but then he stopped. He knew where the mice were in the Red Keep. During their sword training when they were taught to keep their senses sharp he would sometimes observe the mice running over the courtyard. They would sneak into the walls of the Red Keep through the same cracks that let in the wind.

 With steady strides he made his way to his new destination only hesitating when he arrived at the big doors that led to the courtyard. Here he could hear the rain and wind even more prominently. Taking a deep breath he pushed the gate open and hurried outside before he could change his mind. It took only seconds for him to be completely soaked to the bone. Shivering he tightened his coat and quickly went along.

 Where on earth would a little cat hide in such a storm? He looked under one of the carts that were positioned in the yard, then he went further to the back. Should he look in the corners? Under one of the little porch roofs?

 Passing one of the tables where Ser Criston usually placed their training equipment he came to an abrupt halt. Then he crouched down and looked under the table. Cowering and shivering under the table was Lucerys‘ kitten. It was meowing miserably.

 „You dumb little thing“ muttered Aemond and reached out to grab it. Surprisingly it didn’t protest and immediately clung to his chest when he picked it up. With its fur completely soaked it didn’t even look like a cat anymore. Sighing Aemond wrapped it in his coat when it continued its meowing.

 „It’s alright“ he said soothing „I got you now“ Then he stopped abruptly. What kind of idiot talked to a cat?

 Hurriedly he made his way back inside and promptly faced his enraged mother.

 „What on earth were you thinking?“ she started her tirade „Going outside in such a weather? You will catch a cold or a fever! What were you doing?“

 Behind her the rest of the family stood sheepishly.

 Lifting his coat up Aemond answered „I got the cat“

 Immediately Lucerys sprinted forward.

 „Kitty!“ he exclaimed relieved and freed Aemond of the kitten. The thing immediately began purring and rubbing its wet fur on Lucerys‘ dry clothing.

 „You went outside in the storm for the cat?!“ enraged his mother herself further.

 She was interrupted and when at the exact same moment Aemond and the cat sneezed. He was really really cold and his nose started running.

 „I think the boy should change into dry clothing before his next lecture, your Grace“ said Rhaenyra.

 Aemond had never been so thankful for his oldest sister. He hated being sick and he started to feel the cold sink into his bones and make its home there.

 But before he could make his way to his chambers his nephew stepped forward.

 „Thank you, Aemond“ said Lucerys smiling „For finding Kitty.“

 Aemond didn’t feel the cold any longer. The beaming smile Lucerys gave him and only him was enough to thoroughly warm him from the inside.