#alpha daemon ask

[howyouloveyourdragon]

What about alpha!rhaenyra x omega!reader x alpha!daemon, where reader is Rhaenyra’s soft shy younger sister? Maybe Viserys hasn’t given them approval to marry her, so they sneak her out of the red keep and secretly wed in a traditional valyrian ceremony on Dragonstone? They would IMMEDIATELY begin breeding reader so nobody can take her away from them

thank you for your request! i like how you're thinking anon

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴇʀᴄɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ, ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴋɪɴᴋꜱ: ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ('*' is where the nsfw comes in)

𝕴 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖞𝖗𝖆'𝖘 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖑 <3

"𝐍𝐎, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 marry her!" Viserys exclaimed. Rhaenyra's jaw clenched but Daemon scoffed beside her. "And why not?" She yelled back. Daemon sneered at the King, his lips twitching. "She is still young." Viserys offered weakly to which Daemon rolled his eyes. "You tried to marry Rhaenyra off before her ten and seventh namesday, Y/n is certainly old enough!" Viserys seethed at him and stood with a finger raised threateningly. "Y/n is also a second child, a second daughter no less and until we are in need of allies she is of no concern. She may whom she chooses when I deem her old enough." "My sister is not one to be used! There is no better safety than to have her between two alpha Targaryens! We are stronger than any other." Rhaenyra shouted. The castle bellowed with anger as though taking a life-force of its own, to whom it agreed with would be commented among scattering servants. "If you plan to wed her to some highborn cunt, test us but he will not leave with our bride." "You cannot possibly believe me to allow a wedding between all three of you, I forbid it!"

"Then try!" Rhaenyra snapped back vehemently. She turned with her long hair whipping as harsh as a sentence while Daemon took a powerful stance of his own as he too left his brother to wallow. Viserys clenched his jaw and rubbed his hand over his face in frustration. "Escort them and under no circumstances are they to leave you sight besides their chambers." He commanded, causing guards to start tripping over themselves to abide their King. For the first time in years he was not the quiet man they had grown accustomed to and it was enough to repel any desire to be around the more unruly Targaryens. Rhaenyra and Daemon were the first alpha born children in the Targaryen line since Maegor the Cruel and his parents Aegon and Visenya, the origins of their Iron claim...and though there had been before them, there was no telling what would be possible if both longed to steal his omega child even rarer than they. Leaving the Keep was easy, the hard part was convincing their sweet bride to abide by them. Loyalty was not something easily lost but Rhaenyra had prepared for this since the both of you were young, it was not often that women could marry with or without their status. However Viserys had always been very cautious with you, keeping you sheltered inside due to the young lure of an omega. It was far too easy for someone to steal you away with your kind nature if he let you out unless he ensured you were encircled with guards at all times but that was not a prime solution. Rhaenyra was sure you had never seen the outside even when mother was alive. She thought of this as she and Daemon murmured to each other as they sped down the hall and with a final glance they nodded and left their respective chambers. They were going to take you by law or by force and Viserys had made his choice. It was time to play their move.

Rhaenyra stepped into her chambers with a plan. She and Daemon would use the passageways and–oh. When she turned her head there you were sitting patiently on her bed with a book in had and your hair cascading behind you like a fairy-tale beauty. When you saw her, a radiant beaming smile forced the light of all stars to crash your eyes willingly just for it to meet your sister. Her heart stopped for a moment but when you stood she knew that nothing was going to keep her from expressing her love for you. She cared for Daemon, hell she even cared for Criston, but neither affections ever nearly reached her care for you. She didn't stop her feet when they moved toward you, a giddying glee enveloping her as you stepped toward her. She wanted you to feel her adoration as she took a leap and pulled your alluring face toward her own and joined your lips in an earth-shattering embracive kiss. Her tongue moved against your mouth like it belonged there. She wanted it to belong there. When the kiss became too suffocating she pulled away to breathe and found her fingers having entwined in your hair. Your eyes were blown out in beautiful circles of confusion and joy and she revelled in it. "Avy jorrāelan, hāedar." She declared as your own hands rested against her. (I love you, sister/younger sister) You melted into her arms. "Majigho tosh nyke." (Come with me) Her hand tugged you further into the room until she had you pressed to a cold stone wall. She worked hard to push back her bed and open the passageway for your curious eyes. She took a hold of your hand again and pulled you in.

"What is this?" You asked with wonder as you scaled the building with your eyes. She chuckled before kissing your cheeks. "The start of everything, my love." She replied, hearing Daemon's oncoming footsteps. When he reached them there, both were in a giggling excitement but that wasn't the cause of his surprise. "Kepus!" You announced at the sight of him and turned into a beautiful flush of pink. (Uncle) A desire to possess you rang in his ears and it showed in his sly grin. He greeted you both with a nod of the head before pulling a bag from behind his back. He tossed it to the floor as you wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him to your height. His eager arms lingered on your waist only to release one in favour of his fingers playing with a strand of your hair. He chuckled mischievously. "What's this?" He asked, referring to a small cut hidden beneath the curtain of white. You pulled away bashfully though his other hand stayed trapping you in his embrace. Rhaenyra watched with increasing excitement. She glanced at the bag and rifled through it. You batted your eyelashes at him as you recounted the events which caused your short strand. "I, well..." You trailed. Rhaenyra ever the more confident answered for you. "She was riding on Syrax with me and we hit a branch." She answered teasingly. Daemon hummed and held in his amusement at your embarrassed flush. He stroked a thumb over it affectionately before leaning in to kiss it gently. Your eyes closed as an innocent gasp left you. "Then it will heal." He noted. "It would be a shame to scar such a pretty riña." Daemon delighted in the sweet tilt to your mouth. (girl) "Indeed." Rhaenyra purred, rising from the bag so that she could thrust a pile of fabric into your arms.

You looked down and frowned at it. Daemon had to stop himself from asking to help. "Clothing." He answered your non-question. You looked up into his violet eyes. "We're taking you for the adventure of your life, darling." At the words, Rhaenyra sent you an assuring grin and nod of encouragement. To their persuasion, you followed Rhaenyra's lead, both of you pulling a beige shirt over your head after Rhaenyra unlaced your dress and let it fall to the floor. She sucked in a sharp breath while Daemon let his eyes wander your form. You acted too quickly for him to let them stray from task for too long as he pushed the hidden passage back in place but he appreciated the brief glimpse. When dressed, Rhaenyra's comforting hand cupped your cheek and drew you into another kiss. A short panic shot through you when you broke from her and saw Daemon watching but she quickly pulled you back to face her. "He knows." She spoke. "We love you together, my sweet hāedar." Daemon approached with cautious calculated steps and drew your bodies both into him, a hand on each cheek. "It is not something to fear, dōna jorrāelan, it is to be celebrated and we know just how." He pressed his warm lips to your forehead and laid a kiss there.

The dragonpit was silent as Daemon paid off guards to allow entry but it didn't quell your nerves, your hands were occupied with each Rhaenyra and Daemon as they guided you onto your dragon and they mounted their own. They shared a glance. The start of forever awaited them as they rose in the air. They kept you and your dragon between them as if guarding you, Daemon behind to keep watch of the city below in case their presence came known and Rhaenyra guiding you forward. As the warm air blew in your face you remained unaware of their intentions. The wind whispered promises of devotion and the sun shone on them like it was made for this day and when you finally landed, Rhaenyra almost didn't want to glide to the floor. She rushed at the chance to help you down however and grinned wickedly back at Daemon. Dragonstone? You wondered though anticipation rattled your bones. Daemon came to sweep you under his arm as you came closer to the castle where their Septon stood waiting. You hesitated at the unfamiliar sight but Rhaenyra and Daemon's smiling faces urged you forward. They swept past the Septon as though not there at all, instead leading you inside. The stairs were winding as they took you up and into a large lavish chamber where a perfect gold and red garment entranced you, it seemed to pair with the headpiece beside it. Daemon leant into your ear. "Soon." He whispered before leaving. Rhaenyra kissed you before you could question further and left you in the room.

Seeing them again but this time in their own garb felt like a warm pressure clutching you in a tight embrace. Their own prideful expressions furthered your trust in them, reminding you of their love. "Do you know why we're here, my love?" Rhaenyra asked quietly and held your hands together. You shook your head and pulled a lip between your teeth. She smiled. "We want to marry you." Your eyes widened and snapped to see Daemon's smirking face immediately. "We need you to be ours." He continued. "We need to claim you, would you like that?" Breath clogged your lungs with a strong push keeping your surprise down. Rhaenyra's fingers glided up your arm. "You only need to say yes." She told you quietly and nuzzled her nose in your hair, breathing in your scent. She wholeheartedly believed that you were made for her. "Will you?" The fluffy feeling she projected into your heart kept you from disagreeing. And so a gentle, "Yes", fell from your lips like a plea. You felt her wide grin against your neck as she lay a series of kisses along it. Daemon's form surprised you when his fingers rolled around your waist so that his teeth could mould onto your jaw and suck a sweet mark just below. He soothed it with kisses of his own and when they both pulled away from you, you felt cold and needy. However there wasn't time for that. Viserys could realise you were missing any second now as they guided you once more toward the Septon. The Septon officiated your promises of love and protection. The sharp sting along the line of your lip felt dull as they soothed you with amorous eyes and warm hands. Your thumb became stained with the blood of the dragon and you didn't mind because it reminded you of your love. "Mēre ñelly, mēre prūmia, mēre soul, sir se forever."  When you all joined to pledge your love with a kiss, their lips brought your own into a security you had never known before but also a freedom. A new world for them to experiment.

*You knew what would happen when you inevitably reached your chambers, the burn in you grasping you in a chokehold. Rhaenyra's soft hands against Daemon's hard touch made you feel euphoric as they slipped you and each other from your traditional garments. A low groan ripped from Daemon's chest, leading his hands to hold your breasts and squeezing while Rhaenyra wrapped her hands onto your waist and sucked marks as dark as his eyes into your skin. After years of pleading, she finally had you. You were the only thing she had ever believed was destined to be hers and now you were her own to mark and praise as she saw fit. "So good for us." She murmured, her wet lips trailing you. Daemon moaned at the sight. "Our good omega, aren't you?" The prince asked and you had a feeling it wasn't rhetorical as his iron grip held you. Rhaenyra raised her eyes to look at your blissful face. He pulled away from you then to watch as you nodded. "So perfect." Rhaenyra breathed, her hands sliding onto your breasts from behind and rolling them like a massage. Daemon kissed your jaw and followed the line of your body until he reached the valley of your breasts, kissing Rhaenyra's hands before further trailing down. 

When he reached your lower belly, his hands swept under your rear and hoisted you against Rhaenyra's body so you were between them. He wrapped your legs around his hips. Rhaenyra relinquished her hands although your whimper made her desire to take you back into her again but she stepped back and swallowed. She sat herself waiting on the large bed. "Gaomagon jaelā naejot sagon īlvon, dōna riña?" He whispered to you as he walked you toward it too. (Do you want to be ours, sweet girl?) He dropped you down onto the plush mattress. Your head lay back between Rhaenyra's thighs, her fingers carding through your hair soothingly. "Say it." She whispered into your ear. Daemon started kissing down your stomach. 

"Jaelan sytilībagon aōhon." You answered. (I want to be yours) And it was with that statement that they knew they had you right where they needed you. Daemon didn't hesitate to press a sloppy kiss against your bud, his tongue circling around it like nothing you had ever felt before. Rhaenyra's hands moved to interlace with your own as you thrashed your head back into her. His tongue guided along you like his vows. "Sȳz riña." He murmured, vibrating his mouth against you. (Good girl) A shuddering jolt passed through your body, curling your toes and fingers. Rhaenyra almost moaned just watching you fall apart atop her. His tongue lolled into the depths of you and flicked back forth, experienced. "Skorkydoso gaomagon ao pendagon ao sylutegon?" Rhaenyra asked, throat tightening at the thought of having you herself. (How do you think you taste?) She took in your flushed cheeks and droopy eyelids, you were perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. "Dōna..." She whispered. "iā heksīr averilla?" She pulled her hands from yours so that she could suddenly rake her nails over your pointing nipples and groaned. (Sweet...or like wine?" Daemon chuckled as your hips snapped up to his mouth, her teeth briefly leaping along your sensitive bud. You squealed at the sharpness of his canines but just as you were about to release another moan, Daemon's head pulled back and let you hips fall back onto the bedding.

A heave escaped your lips even when you looked down at his waiting violet eyes. Your disappointed and confused furrow of your brow treated him like a winner and he couldn't hold back his evil grin. You almost whined for him but then he was hoisting your legs over his shoulders and leaning forward to join your faces. Your legs burned as he stretched them up close to your collarbones and your neck felt cold when Rhaenyra's body moved from behind it. Daemon was smirking at you. One of Rhaenyra's hands stayed on your nipple, flicking you nipple back and forth like a toy but the rest of her sat beside your limp body. Daemon stroked your face firmly and delighted in the whimpers he caused. "We're going to breed you, sweetling." Rhaenyra told you in her beautiful lilting voice, it almost made the words sound less vulgar. She pressed wet kisses down your neck. "You're ours now and some people don't want you to be." "Will you teach them with us, dōna riña?" Daemon's face was so close to yours but he refused to give into your desires so soon. He urged Rhaenyra with a knowing look to start pressing a slow ring on your clit. Then she slipped it inside, stealing your gasps with a suction-like kiss. "Yes." You replied when she released you with a soft squelch. Daemon growled as if he was being possessed by Caraxes and sucked a harsh mark into your neck.

"Our good girl." He breathed. "Are you ready for my cock?" His tone was domineering and his words vulgar but all you could think about was how good it would feel when his thick appendage finally broke through you. He chuckled wickedly at your dazed glassy eyes and guided his length to your waiting, swollen entrance. Rhaenyra's finger sped up though she withdrew the one that had been slinking inside of you, leaving a gooey trail up your stomach as she slithered it up to your mouth. She tapped your lips and when she dipped it in and lay it at your tongue, a lewd mewl escaped you. Daemon exchanged a proud nod with your sister and felt his breath stutter as he began sliding himself into you. Your red sopping mound nearly scurried away from him but he held your hips tightly in place and Rhaenyra murmured sweet praise into your ear.

"You don't want to be taken away from us do you?" She asked quietly while Daemon halted halfway-through to allow at least some adjustment. Rhaenyra tilted her head at you and let the upturn of her lips glide into a smirk. You shook your head and gasped as her lips pressed against yours. "Then let us have you...all of you." A light trail of blood seeped into the bedding when your uncle broke through the only barrier keeping him from you but none of you seemed to care as he thrust forward and sunk into your wet heat. "Taking me so well." Daemon commented as easily as complimenting your dress but a moan released from buried within his chest as your tight hole engulfed all of him. "Our good girl, we're going to fill you until you burst." His hips snapped against you in a pleasing join of sweat-slick flesh. You had the heat of the dragon within you and it didn't let itself go unnoticed. Rhaenyra's leg swung around your middle when your soft moans and jolting body continued, forcing Daemon to lower your legs. Tears began to release but she kissed at them until you couldn't tell what was from your eyes or the wetness of her tongue. She slid her mouth to capture you, her tongue probing your own.

"I want you to show me what Daemon taught you." The crinkle of your brow went ignored until her thighs locked on either side of your head and her cunt dropped onto your lips. Your inexperienced tongue licked at her curiously and a warm pride filled your chest when she moaned. Your mind went dizzying as your body took full control, you almost felt like an intruding ghost as the heat of your bodies swept over you. You felt as her nub grew larger and larger, sighing in satisfaction as your eyes closed. Daemon's pace maintained a hard brutal pace, abusing your hole until a tingling heightened in your stomach. You cried out as an unknown feeling ebbed away at you. "That's it." He coaxed, almost yelling. "Cum for me, my pretty wives." Rhaenyra let a hoarse scream erupt as you whimpered and thrashed below her, a wave of pleasure finally crashing and a new taste dripping onto your tongue. You lapped at it like a greedy dog but they loved it, Rhaenyra's fingers wrapping in your Targaryen strands and gripping like a vice. The come down felt a newfound clarity. His skin didn't stop slapping against yours until a surge of his seed flowed into you. As it began to drip out of you, he used a singular finger to curl it back into you, thrusting as it did so. Rhaenyra eventually slipped from you but when her fingers released your hair, they played with it in a relaxed threading. "Perfect." She breathed before sliding off the bed much to your disagreement. They both chuckled at you with affectioned smiles. "I hope you don't think we're done, dōna ābrazȳrys." Daemon pulled out of your heat and quickly began to rub his manhood again as Rhaenyra took his place. She was already rubbing your pelvises against one another. "We won't stop until we know you swell with our babe." "You're insides are going to stain white by the time we're through with you."

[klaus-littlestwolf]

The Chase-Alpha!Aemond

(This is an Omegaverse fic. I was asked several times to write something with Aemond and chasing/predator-prey as well as something with Alpha!Aemond and this is what came of it. Honestly Alpha!Aemond is probably my favorite Alpha that I write for. I hope everyone that asked for this enjoys it and in the future I’m always happy to receive Alpha!Aemond requests.)

Warning: Primal Kink (predator/prey/chase), A/B/O Dynamics, Knotting, heavy smut, Alpha!Aemond threatening everyone

Viserys decided to make a big deal out of it. Rhaenyra’s only daughter was coming of age (all children presenting on their 18th name-day). He loved his granddaughter to death and wanted it to be special, even though she hated parties and crowds of people with a passion.

Most of the time you could tell what someone was going to present as just from their personalities, Alphas always being stronger personalities, usually cocky and tough. Both Daemon and Aemond were known to be Alphas before presenting. (The only Targaryen Alphas currently in the world). Omegas were sweet and kind, usually very soft, however there had never been a Targaryen Omega before, at least since the Doom.

Y/n didn’t present until the afternoon just before the celebration started, everyone shocked to find out that the Princess was the first Targaryen Omega in over 1000 years. It was that much more to celebrate in the sickly Kings eyes and the party went on, Daemon spending most of the evening with his daughter to ensure the room of Alphas keeps their hands to themselves.

Y/n was annoyed. She was hot, and tired, and finished putting up with all of these Alphas trying to speak to her, all of the noble houses ready to put forth their Alpha sons for an alliance with House Targaryen the first day she presents like no one cares to let her acclimate to her new existence at all. They had all been prepared to put forth their Beta sons at the assumption she would present as such, however since she didn’t she had no choice. An Omega can only be mated by their Alpha, a law made by the Targaryens long ago when Alphas in the realm were assaulting Omegas any time they pleased, leading to babies that were sick and deformed (the only reason Aegon the Conqueror ordered their protection supposedly though most people believe it was because it how much he loved his Omega sister wife). Now all of the noble houses will be praying that she will be the mate of a member of their house, she will end up spending an entire day smelling a line of Alphas and odds are never find hers…it will be torture.

By late that evening she had decided to be finished with the party and go to bed. She made her way out the servants entrance and down the halls of the Red Keep, making her way to the library to find a book for the night. She wasn’t in there searching for 5 minutes when she smelled it, the heavy, woodsy scent that filled her nose was amazing. She knew instantly what it was, even if it hadn’t been for the jarringly loud growl that came along with the Alphas scent. Never in a million years would she have expected her Alpha to just so happen to be here and yet here she is. She hadn’t been an Omega for more than a few hours, she had no idea what to do, she hadn’t even spoken to her mother about Omega mating as there was no chance it would be relevant in her life but now in this moment, the only thing she could think to do was turn towards the door and run.

It was only at that moment as she was sprinting down the corridors that she remembered the horror stories told to her by her brothers as a child. The ones of Alphas hunting down their Omegas. An Omega running from them triggered their hunting instincts and they would give chase until they caught their mate, the Alpha had no control over it. If only she had been an Omega for more than just a few hours, maybe she would have remembered that.

Y/n turned down a corridor where she knew a servants hallway to be, no one just visiting the Keep would know anything about it and she quickly moved the tapestry that it resides behind, sprinting down the hallway and towards the exit. She stumbled, nearly falling off of her heels which she quickly kicked off as she ran, not willing to break an ankle, pausing as she came to the door to the gardens the servants used to serve lunches out there discreetly. She was panting heavily, trying to catch her breath when she heard shoes hitting the stone floor behind her and yanked open the door, continuing her run. All she had to do was get to her Dragon that slept on the beach, her ghostly mount not willing to reside in the pits or be around any other humans but his rider. If she could get to Ghost she would be safe in the sky, at least until she had to come back down but it would give her time to gather her thoughts…or flee to Dragonstone and never return…yes. She liked that option.

That is exactly what she did as she stumbled onto the beach and saw her Dragons head pop up. He bared his teeth, clearly realizing that his rider was in distress and he stretched, spreading his wings. He lowered his head and she hopped onto him as quickly as she could, never happier for his smaller stature than in that moment, standing about three quarters the size of Caraxes and very slender.

Her father had loved that his daughter had mounted the Grey Ghost, enjoying the idea that she could easily protect herself from other dragons (such as Vhagar) by going unseen in a cloud bank for as long as it took for others to leave. He also suggested that if it were ever necessary that she would be a good spy in the same way, able to see what others were doing and still hide so as not to be spotted. Rhaenyra was insistent that it would never be needed but Daemon trained her for it regardless.

‘Aderī Ghost! Sōves!’ She shouted, the dragon already prepared to take off and leaping into the air quickly, roaring out a loud warning to whatever his human had been running from as he flew away. Once over the water Y/n looked back, expecting to see an angry Alpha on the beach watching her fly away but there was no one. (Quickly Ghost! Fly!)

She did not slow Ghost all the way back to Dragonstone, happy to be home as soon as they landed in the courtyard. The staff was very small as no one was currently home and so she ordered Ghost to be fed before making her way into the castle and finding her bedroom where she requested a bath.

Y/n felt much better after a long soak in the scalding hot water to ease her sore muscles, running was something she already hated and her calves would hate her in the morning. The maid had been given the night off and so she dried off and dressed herself in her small clothes for bed, prepared to send a raven to her mother in Kings Landing to tell her what happened when she heard the loud roar of a dragon that definitely wasn’t hers. She considered it for a moment and came to the realization that only Daemon could have gotten here so fast, it would have taken time to realize Ghost was gone and then Caraxes is the only one who could fly almost as fast as her small lithe dragon could. The roar didn’t sound like Caraxes usually did though, it was much deeper.

As she made her way out of her chamber and through the halls to greet her father she stopped as she turned, seeing a much different person at the end of the hallway. ‘Aemond? W-What are you doing here, Uncle?’ She had been close with her Uncle in their childhood but the night that Luke maimed him had ended that sadly, whether either of them wanted it to or not, their mothers were adamant that they no longer speak.

It was at that moment that she was overcome by the smell again and her eyes widened as she realized what was happening. She hadn’t gotten away at all, just fled somewhere that no one would find them. ‘Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to run from your Alpha, Byka Zaldrīzes?’ He questioned, her old nickname sending a chill down her spine as his scent set her body on edge. (Little Dragon)

‘I’ve been an Omega for half a day…no one has said much of anything…please don’t do this, Aemond? Kostilus Kepus?’ She knew it would make no difference, he couldn’t stop now and she knew that as he had been stepping closer since the moment she opened her mouth. (Please Uncle?)

‘I will take care of you Omega…no need to worry.’ His voice was deeper than normal, almost distorted as he spoke, moving forward a bit faster now. He moved to run just as she turned around and sprinted back down the halls. She got into her chambers just as he caught up to her, catching the door before she could shut it and shoving it open, landing her sprawled out on the floor. Moving to crawl under the bed, he slammed the door and caught her ankle, sliding her back out and lifting her abruptly, dropping her back onto the nicely made bed. She whimpered, trying to push his hands away but he shushed her and now this close she could see that his pupils were dilated, nearly taking up his entire eye like that of a dragon. ‘Omega, sweet Omega, My Omega!’ He growled, nuzzling his face into her neck as he yanked his trousers off, shoving her shift up her body and ripping it off in pieces.

‘Aemond! Please, I’m scared, please just wait-‘

‘No! No fear, Alphas right here. Nothing will ever hurt my Omega.’ It was as if he really couldn’t rationalize that it was him she was afraid of as he lined his cock up with her dripping hole and shoved himself into her roughly. The pleasure that rushed through her body as he nuzzled against her scent gland at her neck, his scent fully encompassing her now, dulled the pain of his intrusion. ‘Wanted you so long Byka Zaldrīzes, so long…pretty little Omega.’ He rumbled deep in his chest, enjoying the feeling of being inside of his Omega before he moved.

‘I’ve only been an Omega for a day…’ she muttered as she tried to relax her body that was now desperate for him as well as his scent that was torturing her.

‘I’ve always loved you, Y/n…pretty Omega…’ he growled, thrusting up into her and licking his tongue up the side of her neck. She clutched the soft fabric of his shirt and pulled at it as he moved. ‘I love you so much Mandianna. All mine now, Alpha will protect you…’ (Niece)

‘Kepus! Oh Gods! D-Don’t stop!’ The tingly feeling that was now rushing through her was euphoric, knowing that it’s her Alpha that is rutting into her was more pleasurable than she ever could have imagined.

‘Never! Never going to stop Omega! Alpha will fuck you every day, knock you up so good! Be so pretty all full of my pups! Imagine these full for me, such a good Omega, so fucking perfect!’ He moaned, leaning down to bite along her breasts and leave marks before wrapping his lips around her nipple and suck which gave her more pleasure than she ever expected.

‘Fuck Aemond! Alpha! Want my Alpha in me forever!’

‘Yes Omega! Yours, Your Alpha! Gonna fill you up so good! Made me wait for you so long, almost killed me-‘

‘I’m sorry! So sorry Alpha, I was so-scared-‘

‘No! No more. My Omega will never be scared again, Alphas here. Alpha will protect you! My Omega! Mine-Mine-Fucking Mine!’ He roared, thrusting as deep into her cunt as he could and feeling his knot expand to lock him into her as he came, feeling his Omega cum around him, crying out and clinging to him like the needy Omega she is. ‘Good girl, my good girl.’ He mumbled before burying his fangs into her throat over her scent gland and tasting her sweet blood as he marked her as his mate, feeling her little fangs in his flesh as well.

Aemond held her close as they both fell asleep almost as soon as Aemond pulled the blanket over them, sleeping for the Gods only know how long before awakening to see it was clearly night time. They were both finally fully aware again and thinking clearly, Y/n blushing as she looked up at her Uncle to see him looking at her already.

‘I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to run, I just-‘

‘Shh…it’s alright Byka Zaldrīzes, I know. That party never should have happened, someone should have helped you. It’s not your fault my love.’ He brushed his fingers down her face and along her shoulder, enjoying touching her skin every chance he got seemingly. ‘I apologize for behaving like a brute, it will not happen again, I assure you. I will be gentle with my Omega.’

‘Oh…well I liked it…maybe you don’t always have to be gentle?’ Aemond smirked, leaning close to nuzzle his nose against hers.

‘I will make my mate happy, however you need to be fucked.’ He teased and she glared playfully. ‘You running wasn’t such a bad thing. If you hadn’t we would have been interrupted already.’

‘We’ll still be interrupted-‘

‘Yes but not until they notice in the morning that we’re both gone. Everyone will have assumed you would be exhausted and gone to bed, everyone else will be too drunk to check. When they realize that you’re missing and that both of our dragons are gone as well they will figure it out I’m sure…at least Otto and Daemon will, I’m not sure about anyone else. However by then you will most definitely be carrying my pups and we will be dragged back to Kings Landing.’ He joked but she knew he was right. ‘I love you Y/n…I’ve always loved you…Marry me.’ He said suddenly and she looked up at where he now was leaning over her and smiled.

‘I don’t think I have a choice.’ She laughed but he didn’t seem to like that.

‘I want you to be my wife because you love me as I love you. I loved you before I was ever an Alpha and-‘

‘Yes. I love you too Kepus. I always have…’ Y/n reached up to his face and took hold of the eye patch that he had slept in before removing it and tracing her thumb along his scarred cheek. ‘I never stopped loving you Aemond.’

‘My sweet Omega.’ He pulled her closer and nuzzled into her throat as he heard the soft purr that escaped her chest at just about the same time that his knot finally went down and he could move again.

Aemond fucked his Omega twice more before allowing her to rest, sleeping on his chest for the rest of the night.

He had been correct of course, not only Daemon but Rhaenyra and surprisingly Aegon arrived on Dragonstone early that morning just after the sun came up, barging into Y/n’s chambers and startling the newly mated couple awake.

‘Y/n! Are you alright, my Darling?!’ Her mother demanded, rushing to the side of the bed and taking her face into her hands as they both sat up.

‘I am fine mother. I promise, my Alpha has taken wonderful care of me.’ Rhaenyra eyed Aemond but Aemond was focused now on Daemon and Aegon, the ladder of which was staring straight at his Omegas exposed chest prompting him to growl loudly.

‘If you do not avert your eyes brother, you will cease to have use of them ever again.’ And for once, Aegon listened, knowing that in this case his brother was not exaggerating in any way. He would carve his eyes out of his skull if he continued to ogle his Omega, prompting Aegon to turn around quickly. ‘You as well, Uncle. Turn.’ He warned, Daemon glaring back at him.

‘I’m her father.’ He snarled.

‘Yes, you are. And an Alpha all the same, Turn!’ Daemon looked ready to reach for his sword just as Aemond stiffened, prepared to jump onto him when Rhaenyra spoke up.

‘You wanted a protective mate for her, now she has one. Give our daughter her privacy and turn Husband!’ She snapped and finally Daemon did as he was told. ‘What happened my Darling, why are you here instead of in your chambers or even Aemond’s. You had us so worried!’

‘I am sorry mother. I…I didn’t mean to but when I walked into the library and smelled Aemond I didn’t know who it was and…I ran…’ Rhaenyra’s eyes went wide and she looked at Aemond, instantly concerned. ‘He didn’t hurt me mother. He was a bit frantic at first but it was my fault-‘

‘That is not your fault Byka Zaldrīzes, no one told you anything and you were scared. That is never your fault, you are perfect.’ Aemond assured her, taking her hand into his and kissing it sweetly.

‘My brother is correct my Darling, I should have prepared you for the possibility. I just never considered that it could even be a possibility. I am sorry…so you ran from your Alpha and came here with Ghost?’ Y/n nodded her head.

‘When I realized what she was doing I stopped running after her, I knew I wouldn’t catch her and that her dragon may just set me ablaze if he felt how scared she was-‘

‘That was a good idea. Ghost was pretty angry the moment he awoke. He always knows how I feel and he has killed 6 separate guards for coming too close to us when we’re together…and one other one for being in my room and startling me.’ His Omega explained, pointing to the wall on the opposite side of the doors to her balcony. ‘He was very quick I admit, he landed on the railing and burned him. By the time my parents arrived he had shoved himself through the doors and was taking up most of the room with his head on my bed here. My dragon is extremely protective of me…though I doubt he could fit through the doors any longer, he barely could before. Squeezing him back out was a nightmare.’ She giggled, Aemond looking shocked but Y/n could also feel that he was happy as well.

‘Good. Dragons have always been more protective when they’re bonded to Omegas, rare as it is. They’re also more protective of their riders Omegas, which means you will have nothing to fear from Vhagar as well…anyway, instead of chasing her to the beach I grabbed a horse and went to Vhagar. She is large but she could never keep up with how fast Ghost is, I arrived an hour after her-‘

‘Hour and a half I would say. I had a bath before he arrived. I’m honestly thankful for it, I felt disgusting covered in all those Alphas scents from the party.’ All at once Y/n realized all of those Alphas that she hadn’t met yet were still waiting for exactly that. ‘Mother! Please tell me I don’t have to meet anymore of them, please? They smell horrendous and I-‘ Rhaenyra shushed her immediately while Aemond rumbled out a soft growl, pulling his Omega closer.

‘No my Darling, your father will make the announcement that you have found your Alpha and none of them will be willing to come near you. We do need to get back though, the party is still in effect and the King demands both of your presence. Get dressed, I will go and have the staff move your things to a larger room for the both of you here.’ Her mother kissed her head before leaving the room with Daemon, Aegon who had yet to move spoke up before closing the door.

‘I didn’t know you had it in you brother. I’m so proud.’ Aemond grumbled but Y/n held onto his arm to stop him from going after his retreating brother. ‘You’re welcome by the way, lovely Niece, without me your “Alpha” wouldn’t even have known where to put it. I’m so happy that I could be of service-‘ just as Aemond was about to lunge at his brother who was ready to close the door behind him he was struck in the face by a large book making the Prince yelp, slamming the door behind him.

‘Are you alright?’ Y/n asked and her Alpha nodded, pulling her close and roughly kissing her, loving her assault on his brother and her clear defense of him.

‘That was wonderful, nice shot.’ He grinned, kissing her again only to have his hands grabbed before he could take her hips.

‘We will have all the time in the world later but we have to get back, I promise you I am all yours all night.’

‘Good.’ Aemond growled. ‘Because you are not getting away like this from now on, your mornings are all mine.’ He teased, nipping her scent gland before allowing her to move and get dressed.

He didn’t allow her to “clean up”, insisting she smell like him for the rest of the party, God forbid one of those young, stupid Alphas decides to try his luck.

Aemond had tried to get his Omega to fly with him and while he was determined to make it happen, Ghost was not up for it today as he started screaming when his rider walked passed him with only a nose pet. In the end she kissed her Alpha and met Vhagar (who seemed to like her considering she’s the only one the 180 year old dragon hasn’t tried to burn for touching her) before climbing onto her own dragon who tolerated Aemond.

Viserys was thrilled to find that his son and granddaughter were mated, almost every single one of the Alphas would not even meet her gaze once Daemon announced the news, though a few of them still stared. One Alpha boy actually attempted asking her for a dance while her Alpha spoke to his mother, forcefully kissing her hand before having his face slammed into the table and allowing her to hear his bones crack. No male of any designation approached her after that. Apart from Peter of course, who was an Omega as well, Aemond having no problem with his presence at all. They became fast friends and Peter actually became her hand maid, since an Omega needs an Omega for such a task and most are already mated, Y/n was happy for him to have the job.

Everything considered, Y/n figured it could have been much worse had her Alpha been anyone else. She was happy with Aemond as her Alpha knowing that she was safe and though she would have to spend her days keeping her brothers out of trouble with her Alpha, it was worth it.

Aemond eventually dragged her from the party (though he didn’t have to try very hard), carrying her back to their shared chambers and spending the rest of the day and night locked inside-Peter being the only one allowed in to bring their meals.

No one was surprised when 2 months later they discovered that she was pregnant, Aemond determined to keep her that way for the rest of their lives on Dragonstone. He adapted to life there fairly quickly and became his Omegas “official” personal guard and that was where they remained until Viserys passed-Otto and Alicent not even daring to attempt to steal Rhaenyra’s throne without Aemond and Vhagar under their thumb. He took orders from a different Queen now, and it definitely wasn’t his sister.

Mandianna-I believe translates to (from what I can tell after way too much research trying to get it right) “Older Sisters son/daughter” (no gender)

Aemond T. Masterlist

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Some video titles from Foolsverse for the characters we didn’t get:

Asher: Your Long-Distance Alpha Boyfriend Finally Opens Up | AU Audio RP | [M4A]

Damien: Asking the Quiet Sports Captain about Tryouts | AU Audio RP | [M4A]

Huxley: Getting Stoned with an Apathetic Delinquent | AU Audio RP | [M4A]

Sam: Taking Care of Your Irresponsible Freelancer | AU Audio RP | [M4A]

Vega: Your Masochism Daemon Begs You Not To Leave | AU Audio RP | [M4A]

[mypoisonedvine]

semi-human nature {alpha!aemond targaryen x omega!reader x alpha!daemon targaryen}

{summary} a visit to king's landing goes awry when you go into your first heat— unaware not only that you are an omega, but also that your uncle and stepfather are alphas.

{word count} 6.7k

{warnings} smut (a/b/o standards like heat, breeding, knotting, all that good stuff; kinda dubcon because the reader doesn't totally understand what's happening at first), incest and stepcest (the reader is rhaenyra's daughter making her daemon's stepdaughter and aemond's niece), virginity loss, kinda painful sex/pain kink near the end, threesome, oral m receiving, spitroast, discussions of pregnancy, infidelity (daemon is married to rhaenyra), basically no plot just filthiness

Your visits to King's Landing were far too rare for your tastes. You didn't mind that Dragonstone was your home, it was beautiful there and you and your brothers found plenty to do and see— but you missed the old castle at times, missed the adventure and mystery there. Most of all, you missed your extended family. Though, really, you only missed some very specific members of it.

Firstly, you missed your Aunt Helaena, because she'd always been kind to you and taught you some things when you were a girl— like how to braid hair and how to play her flute (but you were never very good at either). Secondly, and much more, you missed your Uncle Aemond. As cunning and cold as he could be to others, he tended to be sweet with you, as long as you could remember. The older you both got, the more you started to feel more than a friendly, or familial, connection with him— your girlish daydreams sometimes drifted to what it would be like if you married him someday, but you figured that would never happen with the growing animosity between your family and his. Still, when he smiled at you, or when he kissed your head the tender way he did, you couldn't help but hope he felt as you did.

But you loved your family here, of course— your mother was sweet to you, as her only daughter, and your stepfather Daemon loved you as his own. (Some cast a suspicious eye at the two of you, thinking maybe he loved you more than his own… but he was just affectionate, that’s all.)

In fact, he was being characteristically tender with you as you approached King’s Landing, rubbing your arm reassuringly until you smiled up at him. “I’m sure you’re the happiest of any of us to be here,” he told you with a smirk.

“You aren’t happy to see your brother?” you pressed, but he never answered. Your conversation was interrupted by the end of the journey being reached; they were waiting in the courtyard for you, and even though there was a tension in the air between everyone, you couldn’t help but smile shyly at Aemond. He looked back at you, the smallest curl growing on his lips, and your heart fluttered.

For now, you had to behave calmly and politely. But as soon as dinner preparations had begun and everyone had separated to manage individual matters, you ran through the castle to find Aemond in his chambers— and flung yourself into his arms with a squeal of delight.

He hugged you in return, though he tried to soothe you as he laughed softly at your excitement. “It hasn’t been so long, has it, niece?” he asked with a smirk— so smug about the way you clearly had missed him.

“You missed me too, didn’t you?” you sighed, pulling back to look up at his face; he wore the softest smile for you— his one eye sparkled brighter than the sapphire when he looked at you, you swore it, and you were glad you caught him without his patch to hide behind.

“Of course, sweet girl,” he promised. “My— you’ve grown, haven’t you? Weren’t you a little girl last you visited? And now I’ve got a woman in my arms.”

You flushed with warmth in your face and chest when he spoke like that— you felt most like a woman in his arms, anyway, even though your stepfather had commented more than once as well on your development as of late. “You act like I’m so much younger than you, Aemond,” you mumbled shyly. Somehow, you felt most like a woman when he held you; and, even more strangely, most like that little girl he remembered when he looked at you like that.

The embrace was cut short when you felt that dizzy feeling again, your eyes blinking quickly and the heat of your flush growing almost unbearable for a moment. “Are you alright?” he asked, seeing your dazed reaction.

“Y-yes, I’m— this happens,” you mumbled, trying to find your balance again as he stepped forward to keep you from falling. “Fainting spells— w-well, except I don’t faint… I just feel strange.”

He narrowed his eye, looking you up and down. “Strange?”

“Hot,” you whispered, throat a little dry— suddenly you could smell him, and he smelled perfect: it reminded you of snow-covered pine, icy and sturdy just like him. Why couldn’t you smell that before?

He pressed his hand to your forehead, and you bit your lip to keep from whimpering. The heat just seemed to spread all over you, and your head spun as your knees went a little weak. “How long has this been going on? Do your parents know?” he asked quickly.

You struggled to keep your thoughts in order enough to answer, a cramp hitting your gut all of a sudden— that had happened before, too, but the episodes never lasted this long before… which was why you hadn’t told your parents, it didn’t seem notable at the time. Now, of course, as pain twisted inside you, you regretted that. “J-just… just a few…” you tried to respond, but then you couldn’t even remember how many days it had been. All you could remember was this moment, and you reached up to clutch at his shoulders. You swore you heard him growl as he pulled you into him, and the noise made a shiver run through your body.

“I think you may be— fuck,” he interrupted himself, and you felt his nose brush against the side of your face as he breathed in deeply beside your neck. You were so soothed by his touch that you didn’t even really consider how bizarre it was that he buried his face there, smelling and tasting your skin. “You’re presenting— poor thing, it hurts, doesn’t it?”

You didn’t know what that meant, but yes, it hurt; you whined as you nodded, making weak fists that tugged on his leather tunic.

“I can help you,” he promised, “I can take that pain away.”

“Uncle,” you whimpered, “please— help me, please, I don’t understand what’s hap—”

“Shh, sweet girl,” he cooed softly, “you’ll be alright— it’s all well, I’m here now… I’ll help you, omega.”

Your eyebrows knitted— you weren’t sure you heard him right… omega? Maybe it was a Valyrian word you hadn’t heard before? You’d always daydreamed during your lessons as a child, and you certainly were less fluent than your uncle Aemond.

“All you have to do is as you’re told,” he instructed. “Do what I say and I’ll take care of you.”

“Please,” you whined again, another cramp in your core hitting— and with it, a heat between your legs that you realised with distant shame was wetness flooding you. He took a deep breath in and groaned, suddenly pulling you with him across the room. You didn’t realise he was taking you to the bed until you felt it under your back.

“I can help you,” he said again, kissing all over your flushed face as you clutched at him desperately. His hands started to slide up under your dress and pet your legs which spread wide for him instinctively, your hips shaking as more slick leaked from your opening. “Your Alpha’s here, my darling…”

Before you could even consider asking what any of this meant— you were so needy, you might just let it all happen regardless— Daemon burst in the room.

“Fuck,” he blurted out when he saw you writhing on the bed while Aemond touched you. “Is she really—? I can smell her from across the courtyard, fuck, so sweet…”

“Leave us, Uncle,” Aemond ordered instantly, “she’s mine.”

“She’s my daughter, I should be the one to help her,” Daemon sneered. He crossed the room and approached the bed as Aemond held you tighter, defensively.

“She’s not your daughter,” Aemond scoffed, “she’s your wife’s bastard— and she’ll be my omega.”

Daemon shoved his nephew off of you with a growl, making you whimper. “Please— please…” was all you could say. You weren’t even sure what that sentence would be if you had the ability to finish: please don’t fight, perhaps, or please touch me.

“I should claim her,” Daemon insisted, descending on you next with a sweet purr. “Don’t you want Papa to help you now?”

You whined in confusion, one hand shakily reaching up to hold onto your stepfather’s shoulder— but the other found Aemond’s hand and squeezed it tightly. “Let her decide,” Aemond decided, knowing you were so affectionate for him— Daemon might agree to that measure, thinking you would choose your stepfather first, if he thought you understood what was being asked of you.

“She can’t decide now,” Daemon hissed, “she’s presenting, she’s delirious— and she doesn’t even know what she is!”

“She doesn’t—?!” Aemond repeated, eyes wide as he looked back and forth between you two. “You never taught her? You never told her—!”

“We didn’t know!” Daemon defended. “We thought— everyone thought Rhaenyra would be an omega, as pure as she is, but she never presented… we just assumed—”

“How deprived you were, niece,” Aemond cooed at you, stroking your arm. “Your mother never taught you about us— about how special our family really is, that you might be—”

“What am I?” you whimpered, shaking, looking up at your uncle with teary eyes. He held your face and pet your cheek gently, but there was a rageful hunger in his eye like you’d never seen.

“You’re mine,” he answered.

“Ours,” Daemon corrected. “She’ll belong to both of us.”

Even though you still barely had any idea what was going on, you knew how dangerous of a proposition that was. Neither your uncle nor stepfather were ones for sharing…

Though he snarled in chagrin, Aemond was nodding as he pulled you into him again. “We’ll both help you, all right?” he prompted you quietly. “Your stepfather and I— we can both help you. You just have to do as you’re told…”

“Please,” you repeated weakly; you were carried to the bed and all but thrown onto it, a moment later feeling Daemon’s hands help undress you right away.

“I want her first,” Aemond informed Daemon firmly.

“You know how long I’ve waited for this, boy?” Daemon snapped, making his nephew laugh coldly.

“What a naughty Papa you are,” he smirked. “Will your wife approve of you fucking her daughter?”

“Wh-what?!” you choked. “What… what will you do to me?”

Daemon growled in the back of his throat as your dress was torn away, and you felt two pairs of hands run all over your bare skin as Aemond pulled you to lay on him. “As your uncle told you,” Daemon answered, “we’ll help you.”

Did they have to be so fucking cryptic all the time?!

“I’m having her first,” Aemond insisted again, “I found her first. You’ll have your turn.”

He helped you to straddle his lap, reaching down to quickly free himself from his trousers with a sigh; your legs were shaking already, and you jolted when you felt him press his cock up to your opening.

“U-Uncle,” you whimpered, “are you— will we really—?”

“Haven’t you wanted this, sweet girl?” Aemond whispered in your ear. “Don’t you want me to fill you?”

Though you whined before you let yourself admit it, you nodded. “Yes,” you choked, “yes— I wanted this.”

Aemond gave his uncle a little smirk, admiring the look on Daemon’s face— some impossible, forbidden mix of a jealous lover and a disapproving father. Apparently, he thought his stepdaughter was more loyal, and wouldn’t fall for her uncle sat so firmly on the other side of political lines. But love is funny like that— especially where Targaryens are involved.

“Call me your Alpha,” Aemond instructed in a low groan by your ear, struggling to resist his instinct to simply take you without any more delay— he’d been fighting his desire the second he first smelled you, not wanting to rush it too much, but both men were overcome with the need to be inside you as you shuddered and whimpered.

“Alpha,” you whispered back, feeling a pull to obey much more than usual when he spoke to you this way. “My Alpha…”

He pulled your hips down, sliding his cock inside you all at once. His head fell back as your hips rested on his; you cried loudly, feeling a sharp stretch— but more than pain, much more, there was pleasure, relief, and satisfaction. You went totally limp in his arms and let him guide you to grind your hips just as he liked; “Fuck,” he panted, “you’re even more perfect than I ever— ah— ever imagined, dear niece— sweet omega…”

“Uncle,” you sobbed, clinging onto him tightly. He was right— the pain had gone, for the most part, now all you had was this need for more… for everything. Even though you were so weak and helpless, you found yourself able to move on top of him, bouncing up and down in his lap to find some more of that impossibly-perfect friction; he watched you with pride and lust in his smile. “Aemond, it feels— oh…”

“It feels right,” he finished for you, “doesn’t it?”

You nodded in agreement, shivering when you realised the fingers ghosting up and down your spine were your stepfather’s. “How does she feel?” he asked in a rough voice that would’ve been terrifying if you didn’t trust him completely.

“Hot,” Aemond answered quickly. “So hot inside— she really is a dragon.”

They both laughed a little, though it wasn’t because it was funny— it was a specific emotion you’d never seen on either of them until now. Daemon leaned in and kissed the back of your neck, making you gasp and whine and lean back into his arms as you kept riding Aemond dutifully; Aemond hissed slightly, digging his fingers into your hips.

“She… she tensed up on me when you kissed her there,” Aemond said with a gasp. “Fuck— I didn’t know she could get any tighter…”

“Beautiful,” Daemon praised you in a mumble against your skin, fingers now exploring more as he lightly tickled your sides and teased your breasts. “Are you being good for him, omega? Taking care of your uncle as you should?”

You gasped and nodded, eyes heavy and wet. “Yes— yes, Papa…”

He hummed deeply, properly groping your chest now as he licked your neck, even nipping at it with his teeth to make you tighten inside again and again. “F-fuck,” Aemond choked, “I won’t— I can’t take much more of that, she’s so— she’s perfect, you can’t imagine how perfect—”

“I don’t have to,” Daemon growled, pulling you off of Aemond who whimpered and begged to have you back— but the older man was well past the limit of his patience, snarling as he positioned you onto your hands and knees. He held your shoulder to keep you steady, hard cock flexing at the way you hung your head in submission and turned just enough to look back at him innocently over your shoulder. He smiled as you as he gripped himself inside his trousers, silently praying for the patience not to tear you open as soon as he could. Yes, you were his omega, and his stepdaughter— his property in more ways than one— but he would prefer not to hurt you, and his instincts were fighting against his logical mind in that regard.

When he exposed himself, he saw you trying to look— trying to see if your Papa’s cock would break you, and he just chuckled slightly to himself.

“You’ll be able to take it,” he promised roughly, “you’re made to take it.”

He lined himself up, knocking your knees further apart with his own before plunging inside with a long sigh. You cried again but pushed back against him, too; your hands still clung weakly onto your uncle, who soothed you and kissed your tears away encouragingly.

“You were right,” Daemon sighed, electing to just hold you still and stay buried as deep as he could go for a moment. “She’s— fuck.”

Aemond took one of your hands from his shoulder and guided it down to his cock, still soaked from your slick; he guided you to stroke it with your shaking fingers, whispering filthy praises in your ear while Daemon fucked you slowly (at first). “You have to take care of both of us,” your uncle reminded you. “Gods, you smell so sweet… I could smell you from across the hall, that’s how I found you— I knew you needed me, needed an Alpha to breed you.”

“I… I don’t understand…” you mumbled, gasping as your stepfather picked up his pace and fucked you more roughly.

“We should tell her now,” Daemon decided. “Well, you should— I’m quite busy already— fuck, so tight…”

“Would you like me to tell you everything, sweet girl?” Aemond asked you, tightening your grip on his cock when you nodded. “Just keep— keep stroking me, and I’ll tell you.”

“Yes,” you agreed, “anything…”

“Our family is very special,” Aemond explained to you— which you already knew, but clearly there was more to it than you were taught. “There’s a reason we keep to our own, protect our bloodline: some of us are… gifted. Like your stepfather and I.”

“Like you,” Daemon added, though he was struggling to focus on any conversation as he used you.

“I always knew you were meant for more, my lovely niece,” Aemond cooed, though his nostrils flared for a moment as he moved your hand to wank him faster. “And you are— meant to give us a new branch of the family, purer than any that came before…”

Even with your mind still clouded with desperation, you knew how you were expected to do that. “You’ll— you’ll get me pregnant?” you realised with a shaky gasp.

Aemond nodded, smiling as he kissed your face. “Don’t worry— it won’t be as difficult for you as it was for your mother. She’s not like us, she’s… weaker.”

“They all are,” Daemon added, in defence of his wife. “It’s been generations since an omega was born to us.. even in as pure a family as ours, it’s rare— only your uncle and I are Alphas.”

“It makes you much more fertile,” Aemond continued, “it makes us need to care for you— with our bloodline, there’s a small chance any of us could be like this… but our children, with both their parents being this way, they’ll all be gifted in the same way. Think of the generations we’ll sire, and it all starts tonight…”

Clearly, he was excited by the prospect of keeping you bred for years to come, creating a new line of Targaryens guaranteed with these ‘gifts’ of fertility and instinct… well, you weren’t quite as keen. Even as your body longed for the promise of being impregnated, your mind filled with fear. “I— what if I can’t—?” you started to wonder.

“You will,” Aemond promised, without even knowing what concerned you— because he didn’t have to. “You can do anything, omega, you’ll do anything for your Alphas. It’s your nature; you obey.”

Just as he said it, Daemon thrust especially roughly into you and made you quiver. A pleasure began to build in your gut, heavy and hot, while your stepfather let go of all pretence and fucked you with all the passion and possessiveness he’d been holding back for years. He bent down over you and gave open-mouthed kisses to your back, making you feel small in his grasp and feeling the heat of every moan and sigh spread over your skin. “So perfect,” he said again, “it’s better than anything— you really were made for pleasure, weren’t you, omega?”

“Haven’t you had enough?” Aemond sneered at his uncle. “I think it’s time for my turn again.”

“You can have your turn after I’ve knotted her,” Daemon decided.

Aemond grabbed you angrily, pulling you forward and slipping Daemon’s cock out of you— both of you reacting in disappointment.

“Your knot? Please,” Aemond scoffed, “that could take hours— I need her now.”

“So do I,” Daemon insisted, but Aemond was determined to get inside you again. Breathing through his teeth, he pushed his cock back into you roughly, guiding your hips to make sure he filled you to the very brim. Shivering, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and let him fuck into you, accepting that it was better to let them do whatever they liked with you and just hope you didn’t get ripped to shreds in their fight over you.

“So beautiful,” Aemond sighed just before he kissed you on the lips— you let your mouth go slack right away, offering it for him to claim as well; his kiss was filthy and hungry and desperate, making you moan and whimper his name helplessly as he fucked you harder and harder.

“Don’t make me watch this,” Daemon pleaded with a whine, easily the most pathetic you’d ever heard him sound. “I need— fuck, she smells so good…”

“You can fuck her again,” Aemond promised, only breaking away from the kiss long enough to speak, “when I’m done.”

“When you’re done?” Daemon realised. “You’re going to knot her, aren’t you? Fucking bastard.”

Of course, the only thing that could make Aemond stop kissing you was a chance to argue with your stepfather. “I wouldn’t speak of bastards if I were you, Uncle,” Aemond taunted. “Let her use her hand on you while you wait.”

“Hand? I have much greater ideas than that,” Daemon informed you both proudly. He moved around from his place behind you, kneeling beside where Aemond laid so he could pull you away from the kiss and push his cock up to your face. “Use your mouth, omega— stick your tongue out for me.”

Doing as you were told, you whimpered slightly as he slid the fat head of his cock over your waiting tongue.

“Good,” he praised, staring down at you and petting your hair soothingly. “You do so well for us both, darling— now close your lips on it. Suckle on it, not too hard— fuck, fuck, how perfect you are…”

“I don’t especially care for your bollocks in my face, Uncle,” Aemond frowned.

“Lean away,” Daemon offered, not exactly sympathetic to the issue when he was so focused on the warmth of your mouth on his cock.

“I can’t! Your knee is on my hair!” Aemond snapped, and Daemon finally moved enough for Aemond to yank his head away with a grimace.

“You see why I keep mine shorter now,” Daemon chuckled.

“I doubt that’s exactly why,” Aemond rolled his eyes, but knowing how perverse his uncle could be, he almost worried that he actually had found himself on the other end of the same issue before.

“My apologies,” Daemon offered in a mumble, but Aemond clearly wasn’t going to hold a grudge— he was moaning again already, holding your hips so he could buck up into you, kissing all along your opposite shoulder while your stepfather pushed his cock deeper into your mouth.

In fact, he kept sliding his thick shaft between your swollen lips until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat, making you gag. You wanted to apologise, but you didn’t for two reasons: one, your mouth was full; two, Daemon only moaned louder, praising you again. In fact, he kept making you gag over and over until a tear ran down your cheek. “Let her breathe,” Aemond ordered, sounding almost hurt with how worried he was for you.

Daemon pulled out of your mouth to let you gasp and sputter, Aemond holding your face and kissing it repeatedly to try to soothe you. “I-I’m alright,” you promised, “let me try again, please, Papa—”

Daemon grinned darkly as he pushed his cock back up to your lips.

“You’re too sweet, omega— you want so much to please your Alphas, I know.”

“Don’t go so hard on her,” Aemond warned, “you know if you hurt her at all, it will be hard not to kill you.”

Daemon was more amused than concerned by the threat, but he knew his nephew was right— not just about the way Alphas would defend their mates instinctively (Daemon understood that instinct firsthand, it was how poor Vaemond met his end), but about the fact that he should be gentler with you. You weren’t one of his whores, you were his sweet daughter and a new omega— you needed to be treated with care. But it was almost impossible to keep calm in a time like this. “You should know how difficult it is to hold myself back,” Daemon sighed, “having to smell her and see her and listen to her— her mouth isn’t enough, I need her cunt.”

"Well, so do I," Aemond countered.

Unfortunately for Aemond, Daemon was stronger— and terribly impatient. He growled and yanked you off of Aemond, throwing you onto your back and roughly filling you again. You gasped, overwhelmed by being thrown back and forth between them, with never enough time for your body to get properly used to one or the other. It certainly felt different looking up at your stepfather as he fucked you, seeing him groan and bare his neck as he moved his hips quickly. "Papa," you gasped, properly accepting for the first time that it was your stepfather— your mother's husband, your great uncle— fucking you now. He smiled down at you, holding himself up by one hand as he touched your face with the other.

"Darling," he whispered, "you knew, didn't you? That I wanted you in this way?"

Honestly, you weren't sure— it all felt like a lifetime ago now; presenting as an omega was disrupting enough to your worldview, being claimed by your uncle and stepfather made it even more sure that this felt like the beginning of something entirely new.

"Daemon, everyone knew," Aemond assured. "You were never subtle."

You wanted to ask if your mother knew— but the pleasure kept you from speaking anything coherent, and the instincts controlling your body kept you from feeling any guilt. Like Aemond said, it just felt so right, so natural that you knew nothing about this could be wrong.

Aemond pulled you into another kiss, laying beside you and touching you anywhere he could reach— starting first with your breasts, which he broke away from your lips to latch onto next. You moaned loudly, feeling terrible sensitive with Aemond's tongue and lips teasing your hardened nipples. "How full these will be…" Aemond whispered reverently against your skin. "All your milk for our babies… you're incredible— our little omega, you'll carry so many beautiful Targaryens in you…"

You whimpered, reaching down to find Aemond's throbbing cock— he hissed as you gripped it, trying to stroke him the same way he'd guided you before. "I— I want to please you, Alpha…"

He groaned and smiled, coming back up to your lips again but holding your face so he could look at you closely. "I know, sweet girl— it's in your nature. You live to serve, don't you, omega?"

Whining slightly, you nodded, and he captured your mouth in another kiss.

The thrusts into you grew faster and more erratic, rocking your body as you gasped. Aemond's hand slipped down over your mound, finding your swollen bud and rubbing it as Daemon fucked you with ruthless intensity. It was too much: it made your back arch and your throat catch.

"Come, omega," Daemon ordered; helpless to his commands, you sucked in a gasp against Aemond's lips and felt another wave of hot slick leak from between your quivering legs. Both men groaned, and you swore you saw Aemond's eye go black as he took a deep inhale of your heady scent in the air.

"So obedient," Aemond observed, "I hadn't even known that omegas could come on command… what a talent."

There was this embarrassing squelching noise coming from where your stepfather drove his cock into you, your arousal coating his and your thighs as he held the back of your knees.

“Fuck!” Daemon grunted suddenly, and you struggled and whimpered as you felt his cock seem to swell— more and more, well past what you thought was possible, until you cried out from the fullness.

“Alpha!” you sobbed, hearing him snarl as he held your hips to keep you from trying to get away.

“Are you—?” Aemond realised, growling with jealousy. “Fuck, you’re breeding your own stepdaughter, you’re unforgivable…”

“It’s— fuck, just wait, nephew,” Daemon promised, still panting as more of his sticky come flooded inside you.

“I can’t wait,” Aemond whimpered, “I need to breed her, you know I need to—”

“It’ll be worth the wait,” Daemon assured, “it’s unlike anything— gods, she’s—”

He never finished any of those sentences, just moaning and continuing to pump his seed into you as he breathed heavily. “What’s happening?” you asked Aemond with a shaky whimper.

“Your Papa is filling you, omega,” he answered, petting your side as you shivered. “One of the ways we’re different— Alphas, we… we have something called a knot. It keeps us inside so you’ll never waste a drop of seed— but only omegas can fit something so large, we have to… make concessions, with other lovers.”

“We can never be… fully inside, when we finish,” Daemon panted, “or we’ll hurt them— could kill them, really. But you, you… you take it so well, omega, you take it perfectly… fuck!”

“I-it hurts, a little,” you admitted, trying not to move so you wouldn’t disturb the soreness inside you. “It’s— how is it so big?”

Daemon smirked proudly, holding onto you just as tightly though he’d finished spilling his seed already. He tilted his head back slightly first as he took deep and fast breaths, only to drop it forward limply as silver strands hung limply around his face.

"Fuck," Daemon sighed again, "I never could've imagined how it would feel… being so deep within you, that sweet cunt keeping my knot warm inside— darling, it's incredible."

He stroked your face approvingly as you sighed.

"You expect me to wait until it's gone down for my turn to feel that?" Aemond sneered.

"You don't have a choice," Daemon laughed, "you'll hurt her if you try to get her off now. You'll just have to find some patience."

The only instinct stronger than the need to breed was to protect you, and so Aemond snarled as he guided your hand to his aching cock once more as he waited his turn. You felt complete relief, for the first time since the headache began, as you felt Daemon's knot inside you. You didn't feel the same as you had before, though: you felt… better? In a sense. You felt complete. You felt accomplished, useful… needed.

Aemond groaned against your skin as he fucked your fist, kissing along your shoulder and collarbone. "Such a good omega— you'll take me next, won't you? You can satisfy us both, yes?"

"Yes, Alpha— anything, I'll do whatever I can," you promised, addicted already to how rewarding it felt to be good for them. They both smiled proudly.

"You used to be so stubborn," Daemon remembered. "So much changes when you present, doesn't it? Believe it or not, I was rather level-headed before I presented as an Alpha."

"I'll go with 'not'," Aemond decided.

Daemon didn’t notice or mind much what Aemond had said, too focused on looking down at where your leaking cunt managed to fit his knot— he was still amazed by it. He’d spent his whole life pulling out enough to keep the knot outside when he came (that is, when he could manage to finish at all), even though at times it took all his willpower to fight that instinct. It felt perfect to be inside you now— perfect in a way he’d never allowed himself to imagine before.

Aemond’s patience was well past worn; he forced your hand to wrap tightly around his aching cock, fucking your hand as he kissed you hard and whined against your lips. “Omega,” he panted, “even your hand is so divine— but I need to be inside you, I need to breed and fill you, please—”

“Not much longer,” Daemon promised, though he was clearly irritated. “It takes time, nephew.”

You could tell Aemond wanted to say something particularly catty in that moment— probably something about how it was impressive that Daemon could keep his knot at all at his age— but only a groan fell from his mouth as you squeezed his cock a little tighter. He guided your hand lower to rub gently over his balls, and you realised how desperate he really was when you felt how swollen they’d become, how tender they were as you barely touched them and he hissed in a breath. “Fuck,” he panted, “all that come will be inside you soon— I know how badly you need it, omega, to be bred by your uncle.”

You whimpered but nodded in agreement, letting him move your hand just how he liked so you could keep his hunger at bay.

As for you, the knot inside you brought you mostly back to reality— but a needy, desperate Alpha beside you kept your omega instincts in control even as some logical thought returned to your mind. That logic made you want to ask them a thousand questions, about what you were and what this all meant and what this would mean for your family… but you couldn’t, because Aemond never stopped kissing you long enough to let you speak. Not that you were exactly fighting to get a word in: you loved the way he kissed you, so you just melted into it and let him go on tasting your mouth while he stroked himself with your hand.

You couldn’t say how long it was before Daemon broke his silence, but however long it was, it went by quickly— for you. For Aemond, it was like a lifetime. “It’s small enough now,” Daemon decided. “You can finally have your turn, nephew— but I know you’ll miss me, little omega, when this pathetic boy is on top of you.”

“Gods, just hurry up,” Aemond choked, and Daemon sighed as he held your hips and unsheathed himself from you. The knot wasn't completely subsided, but it had shrunk significantly— enough for him to hiss as he carefully slid it out. You whimpered as the bulge of it tugged on your sore walls, and made a stinging pain hit your opening as it passed through. But, finally, you were empty… for a split second. Aemond wasted no time getting on top of you and guiding his leaking cock to your hole; he plunged in all at once, making you wince and yelp as you held onto his shoulders, but he ignored the pain he was inflicting and started to move already— he just couldn’t stop himself.

The sting was worth it, though, to hear his loud, satisfied moans; his voice was rougher and deeper than you’d ever heard it, filled with awe as he watched your body take him fully with every thrust. He wasn’t moving very quickly yet— faster than you were ready for, yes, but still savouring the feeling of you for himself.

“I hope she’s not too stretched out from my knot,” Daemon chuckled, obviously not genuine— he hoped his nephew could feel the difference, so he was silently disappointed when Aemond shook his head.

“She feels just as before,” Aemond breathed, “just as tight and warm— just as perfect, fuck, she really was made for this. I would never have taken another woman if I knew this was waiting for me— if I knew I could have an omega to breed someday.”

“I was under the impression you hadn’t taken other women,” Daemon laughed, “you certainly fuck like a virgin.”

“You ramble like a drunk,” Aemond sneered in reply, losing any interest in verbally sparring with his uncle as he started to move just a bit faster inside you. "Beautiful," he sighed as he leaned down, holding you close, kissing your tears away as he fucked your sore cunt as gently as he could manage. "So beautiful, my omega— you take me so well, even when it hurts you… you take your Alpha so well."

His praise made it all worth it, and soon enough the soreness was forgotten— as was his attempting to be careful with you; within a few minutes he was holding you tight and fucking into you ruthlessly, panting beside your face while he slammed his cock into the very end of your insides. Even still, even after hours of your Alphas taking turns with you, your body never stopped leaking slick for them, until Aemond was soaked in your heat— his cock, balls, thighs, even dripping down to the bed beneath you…

“It won’t be much longer now,” he warned. “You’ll be bred— my child in you, sweet girl, is that what you want? All that ache’s going to go away, once you’re good and pregnant, like you were meant to be.”

It sounded like everything you’d ever wanted; it called to your most primal desires and made pleasure course through your veins until your skin was alight with ecstasy. "Please, Alpha!" you sobbed, holding onto him tightly. "I want your knot! I want your baby…"

"Fuck," Aemond gasped, baring his neck to you as he thrusted faster, faster, faster— you were afraid you would go numb inside from the friction, heat building until it all collapsed; you twitched and jolted from the orgasm overtaking you, just as Aemond’s knot began to swell. You felt it, like you had with Daemon: the warm come flooding inside your spent cunt, and your eyes rolled back as you went limp. It hurt to take another knot, yes, but you were too exhausted to even react. You were too exhausted to even think, even though you had much to think about: like the fact that your uncle and stepfather had just claimed and taken you, bred you, both of them fully intending to have you with child soon. They’d have no way to tell whose child it was, would that even matter? Would your mother stay married to Daemon— would either of them, or both, take you as their wife? What would you say when, inevitably, questions arose?

None of those questions seemed to matter now… all you could think of was the man above you and inside you, the perfect expression of relief on his face as his knot kept growing inside you.

"O-oh," he choked, tightening his fist beside your head, "it feels so…"

"I know," Daemon smirked proudly. "It's unlike anything else, isn't it?"

Aemond nodded weakly, still trying to catch his breath. "Omega… our perfect omega…"

Daemon leaned down to join in on the praise, petting your head as you let your heavy eyes fall shut. "You did so well for us both," he whispered to you. "You may rest now— you did beautifully, now rest…"

You weren’t able to drift to sleep until they were both holding you; Aemond still inside and surrounding you while Daemon gently lifted you to cradle you from behind, with his chest to your back. You should’ve felt confused, maybe guilty, maybe even disgusted as you reckoned with what you had done— what had been done to you. Instead, you only felt at peace, safe and satisfied. You were blessed with a gentle and dreamless sleep as your Alphas held you, still whispering to you sometimes— still discussing softly with each other what they would do next. From now on, you could leave the thinking and worrying to them, and just fulfil your natural purpose. It sounded nice, actually: lots of pure Targaryen babies, yours and Aemond’s and Daemon’s children, a strange but beautiful family.

For something you couldn’t have even imagined this morning, it seemed so obvious to you now… obvious, and sort of inevitable. Not that you minded; you were happy to be theirs.

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, where Rhaenyra dies from Alicent's knife)

Rhaenyra died protecting Lucerys from Alicent's knife after she tried to take his eye.

After that day, Alicent was supposed to be executed, however Otto pulled strings, and though Viserys was extremely reluctant, he was forced to imprison her in her chambers indefinitely, with no one allowed to visit her, instead.

She has gone crazy, screaming that she didn't mean to, that it wasn't her intention. No one cared what she had intended. The Heir is dead. The Queen killed her. That is the truth that rang all throughout Westeros.

Corlys and Rhaenys, angered that Viserys allowed the green queen to live, immediately sprung into action. They told Viserys that Rhaenyra's children are not safe while the murderer, her followers, and her children lived in the Red Keep. They asked that they would live with them, in Driftmark instead. Unsurprisingly, Viserys was adamant that they'd stay, that he had already lost his (only) daughter, and that he refuses to lose her children too.

Daemon then appeared and the three fought to convince Viserys to send Jacaerys and Joffrey to Dragonstone, where Daemon will personally raise and train them alongside Rhaenys. Rhaenys, who was trained since the beginning to be the heir to the king, unlike Viserys, can teach Jacaerys everything he needed to know about ruling. And Joffrey would be taught under Daemon, to raise and train him as a prince and a warrior.

Corlys would have Lucerys in Driftmark, to be raised and taught the ways of the heir of Driftmark. Though Viserys was at first adamant to keep them all there, even going so far as threatening to imprison them, he eventually agreed when he saw the three boys and their cousins gathered together, crying their hearts out.

And so, they left, and it was a horrible thing, to convince both Jacaerys and Joffrey to let go of Lucerys so soon after they lost their mother, and to hear Lucerys crying, begging them not to separate them, but it had to be done, and so they were separated, with Lucerys only having Baela as company. Together, they mourned their losses.

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Time passed, and news spread. The two princes in Dragonstone grew, both presented as an alpha, but the one in Driftmark...

He presented as omega. What shocked the people was the fact that Corlys was insistent in keeping Lucerys as heir, despite it all. But they remembered how he fought for his wife's claim, and now, it was less than surprising that he continues to fight for his grandson's. Unfortunately, he had to fight once more in the Stepstones, calling Rhaenys and Rhaena back to Driftmark, with Lucerys already acting as heir despite his age.

It was to no one's surprise that Vaemond, coward that he is, decided to go against his brother's claim after ensuring that his brother is injured in the Stepstones. He plotted with Otto, who managed to keep his position despite everything, and the hearing was set.

Daemon, Jacaerys and Joffrey first arrived, and everyone was curious to see how much they changed. Jacaerys was calm and collected, a charming man, he had the stance of a proud general, one that is used to leading and fighting, a perfect mixture of one taught by the Queen Who Never Was, and the Rogue Prince of the City. Joffrey, unfortunately, was taught entirely by Daemon, and it showed. It was like the second coming of Daemon, a charming little boy, but there was a viciousness hidden in him.

Then came Rhaenys, Baela, Rhaena, and Lucerys. The crowd that gathered couldn't help but stare at Lucerys. Ignoring his coloring, he was the mixture of both Rhaenyra and Aemma, his face schooled like Rhaenys, calm, without a hint of anxiousness. Like he just came to visit instead of the truth, where he had to defend himself and his claim. He had long lost his need to hide behind the people he loved. Corlys ensured that he would be able to stand on his own, to have pride in himself.

He wore a dress his mother would have worn, a dress with the designs of old Valyria, but instead of black and red, like his brothers, he wore blue. What made it all scandalous was the fact the he, an omega, came into court collarless.

Jacaerys and Joffrey all but ran to him, and his facade cracked, revealing a sweet smile reserved only for them.

Jacaerys and Lucerys walked around the castle walls, Daemon had a hard time taking Joffrey away, since they needed to see his brother, the King, and Daemon did not trust Joffrey out of his sight.

Jacaerys and Lucerys strolled around like they had lived in the Red Keep all their lives, ignoring the stares, and eventually made it to the training grounds, where they saw their uncle Aemond defeating Cris Cole, apparently not caring for tourneys.

When he turned to see them, he ignored Jacaerys, and his eye lingered on Lucerys. Specifically on his shoulder and unprotected neck. Lucerys and Jacaerys glared, for him, their mother died. He owed them a debt, and sooner or later, it will be paid. They soon entered the courtroom, and glared at Otto, who dared to sit on the throne.

When Vaemond was finished with his bouts, Lucerys began his own, until Viserys came to defend his grandchildren. Viserys reinstated Lucerys as heir to Driftmark, ignoring Vaemond's words, angering him enough to call the three bastards, and Lucerys, an Omegan whore.

He kept his tongue, the rest of his head, however, separated from his body, and Dark Sister was fed with blood again.

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With the dinner comes the problem. Alicent, for the first time in years, was allowed to leave her room, to the anger of every single person besides the greens.

The argument started when Viserys decided to betroth Lucerys and Aemond.

All hell broke lose, however, when Alicent called Lucerys "Rhaenyra", and he asked if she planned to kill him too.

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So, thoughts? Violent reactions?

If anyone wishes to create a full fanfic with this setting, please tell me!

[mythicmanuscripts]

you've reignited my love for a/b/o !! would you ever write about alpha!reader and omega!jace? maybe some head cannons about their courting process and oh OH what if reader gifted him a handkerchief they had scented or something :D

Absolutely anon!! I think I'll start the omega!Jace discussion with just some headcannons about courting Jace and then we can always discuss this more and other omega!Jace things!

As always, I'll put a cut in so that anyone wanting to avoid a/b/o can.

-- so firstly, your biggest hurdle isn't Jace it's actually his mother. She is absolutely terrifying and she is not afraid to quite literally set you on fire if you even think of hurting her son.

-- Of course Jace knows everything there is to know about courting and what's expected of him and all of that, but naturally none of that is helpful because he kinda just stops functioning whenever he's around you.

-- It is so so easy to make him blush, you call him handsome or pretty or just give him a flower and instantly he's bright red and smelling a little turned on

-- I think that omega Jace is really really particular about scents and textures, especially when it comes to nesting materials? He wants things as soft as possible, and he spends hours building the perfect nest and if someone moves anything in his nest he will freak

-- seriously though, fabric textures are insanely important with him

-- in fact, the thing that makes Rhaenyra realise that Jace really does love you is when she came into his nest and spotted a pillow that had much rougher fabric on it than Jace would normally allow but that it smelt like you, so you must have given it to him. Seeing how even though the texture is all wrong, he still wanted it in his nest really shows Rhaenyra that whatever you two have is real

-- Jace is also absolutely terrible at trying to conceal how he feels.

-- he's getting gifts and courting offers from so many alphas and he's supposed to remain neutral to all until a decision is announced, he looks at you like you hang the moon and he looks at the others like they kill puppies in their spare time

-- eventually Daemon actually gets fed of it and just announces that you're going to be courting Jace so that the entire castle can stop smelling like sad alphas from all those trying for Jace's attention and failing miserably

-- anyway, so you properly start courting Jace and he's so so sweet?

-- I think he would get you gifts as well? He just wants to feel like he's being useful and good

-- I also think he loves training with you? He has always struggled with making alphas take hims seriously. He's trained sword skills for literal years but most alphas just assume he's useless at it because he's an omega

-- so for you to not only acknowledge and take hims seriously, but to actually ask to train with you? You may as well just mate him now

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Disclaimer : Any characters I write for doesn't mean I agree with things they have done. Incest and Targcest are allowed for this fandom as its normal within the material of the show/book

Aegon II Targaryen

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Daemon Targaryen

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Little Footprints - I Teaching their son to walk I Targcest I First Light Arrival - I His husband has their first child I Mpreg I The queen demands to see the babe - I Alicent wants to see the baby I Mpreg I My favourite boy - I Daemon and his favourite whore I Golden - I Daemon asks his manservant for his favour I Day Dreaming - I Young Daemon and his twin brother/betrothed I Targcest I Cradled Fear - I His husband has Postpartum Separation Anxiety A different age - I Daemon is obsessing over his nephew I Targcest My Solace - I Daemon and his brother husband I Targcest I Look after you - I Daemon and his manservant I I Need somebody older - I Daemon and his nephew I Targcest I Guys my Age - I Daemon's Nephew Sixteenth name day feast I Targcest I Just a Boy tonight - I Daemon and his nephew sneak out of the keep I Targcest I By your side - I Daemon is His brothers Guard dog I Targcest I

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[stevieschrodinger]

Eddie's an Omega. Not something he advertised but everyone seems to know anyway, because that's how high school works, apparently.

It doesn't help that Omega daemons are sweet little things. Cute little bunnies and squirrels and love birds and shit. Eddie wears a too big hoodie, even in the heat of summer, because he has a fruit bat with a five foot wing span wrapped around his torso. Turpentine maintains she doesn't mind - she sleeps most of the day anyway.

If Eddie's sort of friends ever asks, Eddie insists he has a field mouse hiding in his hair. If someone tries to bully him about it, well, then he simply insists he was born without. Likes watching the look of horror slide over people's faces at the very idea of being without their daemon.

It's your soul. Your heart. So it stands to reason your Daemon recognises your mates Daemon on sight.

Eddie is forced to watch in frozen horror, a one man audience to his own downfall, as Steve Harrington (super jock and King Alpha of Hawkins High) follows his god damn perfect Tiger Daemon (the most bad ass, Daemon in town, probably the state) as it walks right up to him, nudges the lump in Eddie's hoodie with her nose...and starts to purr.

[insomniakisses]

The Kings Daughter and the Queen | 3

Character: Alicent Targaryen Neè Hightower (HOTD)

Taglist: @fuckinglittlekitten, @sydneyyyya, @federalclassroom, @watercolorskyy

Warnings/notes: death of the king, slight sexual scenes at the end, reader is Rhaenyras Sister, talk of cheating, talk of Aegon, Aemond and Helaena being bastards, omega!alicent, Alpha!reader, omegaverse au, tw; Otto.

One. / Two.

Your eyes begin to shut and your mind falls back to your promise. It’s then that your mind is made up. You could save your children from a life of fear by telling your sister of their true parents, but you could not save them from the misery of duty to the crown. No. You would all swear oath to your sister and you would save your children and Alicent no matter the cost.

-

Rhaenyra arrived late that night/early morning having taken off as soon as the raven had arrived, you having sent a raven as soon as you had heard of the kings death. She had arrived on dragon back, her children and daemon in tow her two youngest Aegon and Viserys being carried by herself and daemon.

The palace was asleep when they had arrived, clearly their plan incase anything or anyone was to get in the way of her taking her rightful throne.

With her children settled and taken to their beds daemon sat in the small council room, Rhaenyra making her way to get you.

You awoke to a knock on your chambers, half asleep you stumbled quietly to the door making sure not to wake Alicent. Grabbing a robe to wrap around you, not wanting to flash whomever was at the door your alpha hood.

Opening the door, your met with your sister, she gives you a small smile asking if you would join her in the small council room once dressed. You nod about to bid her goodbye when a voice calls out asking whom is at the door and you cringe seeing your sisters features harden at alicents voice. She walks of not saying a word and you cuss moving to dress quickly as to not keep her waiting.

“Baby? Who was it?” Alicent calls confusion and sleep clouding her mind. “And where are you going at this hour?”

“Rhaenyra. It was Rhaenyra.” You huff out moving to place a sweet kiss to her lips cupping her face as it scrunches up in confusion “At this hour? Why?” She whines clearly upset at being awake so early when she went to bed so late. You chuckle pushing her hair out of her face softly “I wrote to her about the kings death, I plan to deal with it and I’m going to the council room now to discuss things about her corrination and the kids and us. Everything.” You rub her cheek softly with you thumb kissing her again to reassure her.

“You should sleep baby, don’t worry I will handle this” you guide her back down onto the bed tucking her back in and bidding her a good night.

-

Entering the council room your met with a glaring Rhaenyra at the head of the table in the chair your father usually sat, daemon to her left staring at you blankly.

“Why.” She stares blankly at you.

“Why? Why what..?” You chuckle, clearly nervous. She doesn’t answer you but gives you a look that tells you she’s not playing around. “Alicent and I… have been involved for some time…” you mumble heat rushing to your cheeks as daemon makes a crude remark laughing at the thought of you fucking Alicent.

“How long.” Her jaw is clenched and you know shes fucking pissed, best to answer her honestly you think. “Uh… around 22 years….” You draw out, “since before Aegon was born” you mumble avoiding eye contact.

“Ha! Hypocritical cunt” Daemon exclaims, causing a deep growl to escape your throat. This makes him freeze a smirk pulling at his lips “Oh,” he draws out “Dear wife, it seems your sister has quite the things for alicent it makes me wonder if perhaps she has given her a pup of her own..” he looks at you then leaning closer “Or three.“

You lunge towards him with a growl landing a few punches to his face as he laughs like the violence driven maniac he is. The scene reminds Rhaenyra of the interaction between Cristen and Harwin all those years ago. It was enough to confirm what Daemon had said that the three children were indeen yours and Alicents not the kings.

“Y/n!” She calls pulling you off of Daemon her eyes softening when she sees the tears streaming down your face she sends Daemon out to clean himself up holding you to her to let you calm down.

“Its okay,” she whispers softly when she sees your shoulders shake with your cries. You push your face in her neck hugging her tightly as she rubs your back cooing. “I won’t tell anyone honey, you know I wont” she pulls away wiping your tears in an attempt to comfort you.

“B-but Daemon! Fuck Alicent-“ you hiccup out, your mind a mess having not mesnt for the meeting to go this way. “I will deal with him okay? I assume you’ll want me to approve of a wedding between you and Alicent hmm?”

You nod and she smiles kissing your head like she always used to when you were growing up, the two of you always being close and her taking her role as older sister very seriously.

“There… is something else..” she states moving you to sit in the big chair she once occupied moving to sit on your lap as to continue the cuddles, being pregnant she didn’t wish to stand too long.

“What?” You hum as she starts playing with your fingers that rest against her small bump your head on her shoulder. “The kids, I want them referred to as your. I want it known about you and Alicent. It would stop any rumours on my legitimacy for the throne. Since Aegon is yours not our fathers as are the other two.”

“No.” You move to stand pacing slightly as she sits down, “You can’t be serious! This would ruin Alicent and you know that!”

“Listen to me.” She continues, an annoyed huff leaving her. “We say you both married in secret, that when the king realised due to his sickness he could not produce more children he had the marriage was annulled and by his order you married her instead.” You laugh slightly, the idea was ridiculous truly and u knew that it would be heavily questioned just like the births of her eldest three.

“Your missing one key fact, why wasn’t it made public knowledge? And why did the king state the children were his? Hmm?” She rolls her eyes, of course you would find something to pick fault with.

“Y/n, that part is easy. We say he was embarrassed, ashamed even and that if you think about it he gave up the act after a year or two of Aegon’s life. And compared to his involvement with us it should of been obvious he was not the father.”

She smiles when she sees you thinking about it, its clear you like the idea of everyone knowing that they are yours. That your an alpha with the ability of producing strong healthy and beautiful pups, three of then in fact.

“Fine..” you draw out still slightly unsure. “But what of our wedding, Alicent would want a traditional wedding under the seven in the sept..”

“No, you will have to have a wedding in secret. A wedding in the tradition of our house, then i suppose you could renew your vows under the seven but it would not be a public affair.” She states firmly and reluctantly you agree. Leaning to kiss her cheek and bid her goodbye, turning to see the council enter the chambers and a disgruntled Otto of whom glared at the presence of Rhaenyra and you mentally cringe knowing he will be the first to go now that she is to be crowned queen.

You make your way to your chambers once more kissing Aemond’s head as he hugs you when he passes. Opening your door you smile seeing you lover almost asleep, making quick work of ridding your self of clothing you climb in next to her she mumbles incoherently and moves to lay on you chest you let out a hum as she reaches to jerk you slightly just enough so she can sink down on your cock. Cockwarming you as you both start to fall asleep once more.

[unusual-raccoon]

Silver Son (Ch. 2) | by Unusual_Raccoon (JaceLuke)

@livinginafantasysposts, @andromaxeoftroy, @saintbehemoth, @mondstaub1, @the-heartlines, @the-white-w0lf, @potatochips-15, @arkah-archive, @lunar-19, @bimyself06

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dark Jacaerys Velaryon, Blonde Jacaerys Velaryon, Jace is Daemon's Biological Son, Complicated Relationships, Political Alliances, Canon-Typical Violence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Jacaerys Velaryon, Omega Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Episode: s01e08 The Lord of the Tides (House of the Dragon), Viserys I Targaryen Lives, Daemyra Have Disney Parent-itis = they died, Brother/Brother Incest, POV Alternating, Political Alliances, Arranged Marriage, Valyrian Culture & Customs (A Song of Ice and Fire), Valyrian Wedding, Loss of Virginity, Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Knotting Summary: With few options left, Lucerys travels to Dragonstone to marry his mother's eldest son and heir, Jacaerys Targaryen. WC: 8,9K+ Ao3 Link

It began with a proposal. The promise of marriage in exchange for protection.

A marriage…to the prince of Dragonstone.

Their breakneck pace had consumed two weeks' worth of time in an instant, and before Lucerys had a true moment to recuperate, he was standing upon blue-veined white marble within the Eyrie’s High Hall.

“Prince Lucerys,” The lady of the Vale welcomed him, eyes as blue as the sky creased at the corners in a small sign of fondness.

“My lady,” he greeted, lowering his head in a show of deference to his host.

“I pray your time in King’s Landing has seen you well.”

“It has my lady, and while I am eternally grateful for your hospitality, I’m afraid I will need to depart from the Eyrie soon.”

To her credit, Jeyne Arryn took the news with aplomb.

“Might I ask, who is stealing you away, dear cousin?”

“I am Targaryen, my lady, I worry you may find the truth upsetting.”

She arched a single brow, the same shade of honeyed-gold as her hair. Whatever fondness she reserved for Lucerys in the months since his mother’s passing seemed to vanish at the mere insinuation of him.

What power you wield, dear brother.

The image of pale hair stained more crimson than silver flashed through his mind.

“I see.” She replied with an icy sort of diplomacy that made his teeth clench cold. Her disdain gleamed through in the blue of her eyes.

“And you’re certain there is nothing I can do to persuade you otherwise?”

She spoke with a royal I, not only of herself but also of the Eyrie and all its vassal houses…House Corbray amongst them. He thought of Ser Corwyn – the kind, gentle Valeman that had seen him return to the Eyrie safely.

Corwyn, who carried Valyrian steel upon his hip. He pondered briefly the wail Lady Forlorn might make when she collided with Dark Sister.

The hairs on his arms stood on end. He prayed it would not come to such unpleasantries.

Yet, as he imagined falling sway to Lady Arryn’s suggestions and wedding Ser Corwyn, Lucerys’ mind only conjured the image of Alyssa’s Tears scorched dry by dragonfire, yellow-orange flames shot through with veins of green, and his betrothed’s body severed at the neck, his handsome head gnashed between Vermax’s thorny jaws…

Have care, I will crush him if he intends to deny your departure.

He recalled his brother’s words even a fortnight later, as though he was yet twined in Jacaerys’ arms rubbing mindless fingers against the dried blood, blood his brother had spilled in Lucerys’ name, upon the velvet of his sleeve. He chastised himself still for the thoughtless creature he had been reduced to with his lungs full of his elder half-brother’s scent: the heat of an open flame and the heady musk of white oak.

The thought inspired a conflicting sense of hot and cold spreading through his body. A simultaneous pleasure and pain.

“I think it is for the best, my lady.”

Her smile was amiable, but far from pleased.

“Very well,” She hummed in acquiescence.

It was not until she descended from her carved weirwood throne that Lucerys voiced another rather pressing concern.

“I must admit, dear cousin, I fear how he will take the news.”

Jeyne Arryn offered a soft smile, her hand folded over the delicate expanse of his forearm and he was reminded of the few times the lady of the Vale had taken him hawking in the Mountains of the Moon.

“He loves you, he’ll understand.” she reminded with a knowing tilt of her lips.

Lucerys exhaled. He hoped love might be enough to soften the blow of his elder brother’s proposal as Lady Jeyne escorted him to his apartments in the Maiden’s Tower.

. . .

A long soak in a marble tub had not seen his nerves much improved. In fact, Lucerys felt more disturbed knowing he was avoiding the inevitable.

He sank deeper into the water scented with orange blossoms and rose hips, while it was a distraction, it was certainly a pleasant one; it did wonders for his sore bottom after two hard weeks on horseback.

He hadn’t dithered for much longer before dressing. 

He omitted his usual high-collared samite gown with a laced-tight bodice to accentuate curves nature had failed to provide, in exchange for a soft, modest shift to sleep in. 

He layered a patterned dressing gown over his shift to stave off the everpresent wind of the Vale.

There was a knock at the door and Lucerys grimaced. He wasn’t ready, yet still approached his fate with a raised chin - as mother had taught him.

“Prince Lucerys-”

“Ser Corwyn,” He greeted, voice lilted in surprise.

“My deepest apologies, forgive the intrusion, I was not aware-” the knight stammered at Lucerys’ state of dress.

“There is nothing to forgive, the fault is mine own,” Lucerys murmured, cheeks warm, as demure as any proper worshiper of the Seven desired in an Omega.

The insinuation of his nakedness was enough, even layered in sleepwear as he was.

Lucerys crossed bashful arms over himself and Corwyn reddened further.

“I have heard the news of your departure,” Corwyn informed steadily and to the point, eyes focused on some fixed point just over Lucerys’ shoulder.

“From Lady Jeyne, I have no doubt” he had shared the news with none other,“– forgive me, it is uncouth to speak of my host in such a way.”

Corwyn shook his head.

“It was uncouth of my Lady to share business that was not hers.”

Lucerys swallowed, wringing his hands together, discreetly scratching small scent glands in his wrists until the air sweetened with his natural scent.

Vanilla and browned butter.

“I gather that she has informed you as to why I must be leaving…”

Corwyn nodded, nostrils flaring subtly. His jaw tightened.

“She has…”

He looked away, sheepishly with a dusky color upon his cheeks that revealed what his nonexistent scent did not. He chafed at the thought of Lucerys departing to Dragonstone - to Jacaerys.

“Ser, I pray you will not think less of me now…it is not a thought I think I can bear.”

Corwyn’s eyes were a bluish-grey, a beautiful, but understated color that Lucerys admired as the knight turned back towards him in shock.

“My Prince I would never.”

“I don’t believe our Lady shared this information with the thought that it might sour my opinion of you.”

“Oh,” Lucerys exhaled with the kind of smile that enamored countless at court, “good,” he hummed with a dithering kind of naivete a simpering storybook Omega possessed.

Corwyn appeared ensorcelled.

He prayed silently that Jacaerys might be so simple to gain mastery over.

“I believe my cousin has shared with me this news to embolden me…”

Embolden, Lucerys thought. Corwyn’s eyes focused on him then, breathing a touch shallow like he meant to sling Lucerys down onto the floor to ravage him…

Instead, the knight drew Lady Forlorn from the sheath upon his hip.

Lucerys’ heart stilled for a moment before Corwyn knelt before him, head lowered.

“With your permission, my prince, I would swear myself to you…as your protector.”

His brother’s words rang through his head once more as the knight’s hands clasped the weeping woman carved into the sword’s pommel and grip.

You have gone too long without an Alpha. Too long without proper protection.

Lucerys was not acquisitive enough to think he could have both his brother’s protection and Ser Corwyn’s.

A choice was required.

He imagined yet again the sound that Lady Forlorn might make when she clashed with Dark Sister, yet when he pictured Valyrian steel on steel he could only hear the bellow of a dragon…

“You honor me deeply, ser…but, I am afraid I cannot accept. To bind yourself to me on the eve of my marriage…it would not be wise.  I fear my betrothed will think ill of it. However, I hope that should I ever need such a gallant knight you might permit me to call upon you?”

Ser Corwyn rose with a conflicted look etched upon his face.

His bluish-grey eyes softened as Lucerys draped an effete hand over the knight’s forearm. Corwyn’s gaze lingered on Lucerys’ hand.

“Of course, my prince.”

Again, Lucerys offered that affable smile and his sweet scent and all was well.

“Rest well, my prince.”

Lucerys blinked slowly, a soft smile about his lips, “I shall certainly rest easier now ser, thank you.”

With Corwyn addressed he would face his greatest challenge yet on the morrow.

. . .

In the morn he was awoken by the sound of his door opening and a riotous blur bolting inside. He was spared only a moment before said blur was atop his bed – bouncing.

“You’re back!”

“Joff,” Lucerys hummed, half asleep, partially shielding his body from each spring of his younger brother’s body.

“You’re back!” He exclaimed again with a wide, gap-toothed smile, “What was the capital like? Did you get to see the king? Is it true that you killed someone?”

Lucerys’ eyes widened immediately, what vestiges of sleep remained fled from him. 

He wrangled his younger brother in his hands like catching lightning in a bottle.

Joffrey tugged at the silk sleeves of Lucerys’ shift, irritated at being held captive.

“Where have you heard such things?” Lucerys asked seriously.

“A girl from the kitchens,” Joffrey shrugged, “She said someone died-”

Gods damn Jacaerys Targaryen. Already whispers floated about the validity of his hearing of succession. Matters hadn’t been helped by the same rumor mills purporting that Ser Vaemond’s head had allegedly been fed to his elder brother’s dragon; he had yet to hear the word kinslayer but knew it hung on countless tongues.

“You should not repeat such talk, it is not princely.”

Joffrey tugged upon Lucerys’ sleeve, eager to be released.

“Swear it,” Lucerys commanded with a waggle of his finger.

“Fine, I swear it, let go-”

“You swear what?”

“I swear not to repeat unprincely things, Luke-” Joffrey whined.

Lucerys smiled fondly despite himself and released his grip upon his younger brother, content to let him whirl about.

And whirl he did. He had become so content in the Vale. A part of Lucerys mourned the thought of taking him from what had just started to feel like home. It wasn’t fair.

“Joffrey?” Lucerys called as Joffrey’s dark head bobbed around. His brother fiddled with something on the other side of Lucerys’ apartments; something breakable no doubt.

“Something did happen at court…something important.”

“Is this about you getting married? I already know,” Joffrey said, sounding rather bored as he watched the viscous swirl in a stoppered inkwell.

“Another rumor from your spy in the kitchens?” Lucerys asked, unmoved by his brother’s pout.

“No - and she’s not a spy!” He huffed defensively, “Melara told me that you’ll marry her father. I’m not upset, Luke, I promise. I like Ser Corwyn. If you marry him, do you think he’ll train me to be a knight and give me his sword when I’m older?”

Lucerys felt ill.

“Joffrey, come here,” He beckoned, voice trembling. His brother whined a petulant little noise, but remained at Lucerys’ desk, shaking the stoppered inkwell.

“Now.”

It was cruel, Lucerys knew, but he prayed none of his children were Alphas, that none would ever be so obstinate as his brother - brothers. He prayed for Betas and Omegas to quicken in his belly when the time came, for obedient children with sensible little heads on sensible little shoulders.

“She said House Corbray’s colors are like ours, red and black - and white too, but that we wouldn’t have to change very much.”

Change, Lucerys thought to himself, how much of that have we endured already?

Joffrey continued his blabbering, stubborn at that. Lucerys winced, his frustration mounting to a point of eruption.

“I won’t be marrying Ser Corwyn!”

Distantly, he heard glass shattering as the inkwell toppled to the ground. Lucerys bolted from the bed, taking Joffrey’s little hands in his own. He scrutinized his brother’s palms for any shards of glass amidst the overwhelming pools of ink on his pale skin…

“Why not?!”

“Oh, Joff, look at your hands! You mustn’t be so careless.”

His younger brother tore his hands out of Lucerys’ grasp, visibly crestfallen. The pristine white silk of his sleeve was slashed with ugly splatters of black ink.

“Why aren’t you marrying Ser Corwyn?”

Why? Why indeed…

Lucerys sighed. How could he tell a child of seven years about the politics of the matter? Or worse yet, that in the most aggravatingly primal sense, a piece of him yearned for Jacaerys…

“I’ve been presented with a stronger proposal.”

“But, you said we’d be safe here, that we wouldn’t have to leave!” 

His younger brother argued, what else could he have said to a grieving child who had just fled the only home he had ever known? Their exodus from Dragonstone had been a hasty affair, yet in the midst of their pain and fear, it seemed the only thing they could do.

“This proposal means more protection, real protection,” Lucerys swallowed, each breath scraping the inside of his throat like shards of glass as his brother’s face reddened, “Joff, we can go home.”

Tears welled in the muddy brown of Joffrey’s eyes.

He held his brother’s dirty little hands so tightly in his own, clinging desperately.

“But if I am to keep my word, we must leave soon.”

Lucerys brushed an affectionate finger beneath the cleft in his brother’s chin.

“You haven’t misplaced Tyraxes’ saddle have you?”

Joffrey blinked slowly with a dawning realization, sadness forgotten at the prospect of flying again.

“No…”

“Good,” Lucerys hummed before ruffling his brother’s dark curls, swallowing beyond the lump in his throat as he spoke, “you’re going to need it.”

. . .

The fortnight he had allotted had passed, and for two days and two nights longer, Jacaerys had waited.

He had spent 6 years in the North as a ward of Lord Cregan Stark, estranged from his family, and yet, he had never yearned more ardently for his own blood than he did in the two weeks since leaving King’s Landing.

Every morning he waited on Dragonstone's beaches for a young white dragon to pierce the clouds and the scent of vanilla and browned butter to shower him from the sky; for Lucerys to come home to him.

Each day that passed he weighed the worth of simply collecting his brother on dragonback. Of flying to the Eyrie, Dark Sister in hand…like Visenya on Vhagar, and dragging his little wife home.

But then he thought of Lucerys…of sweet, gentle Lucerys.

He refused to force the matter. Lucerys would come to him in time, he knew it…

And so he waited, morning after morning.

And each morning yet he had been disappointed, though he was not the only one.

Baela was still bitter about his decision to break their betrothal that had been arranged since they’d been born…

A marriage done in the tradition of Old Valyria was binding, unbreakable, a union that could never be undone or annulled. Immutable to the word of any king or council. It was everlasting.

He’d been rehearsing the words since he’d had ears to know them. Leagues away in the bitter cold, they had given him warmth. The knowledge he might one day speak them to the one that he loved, as his mother had, as his father had, as was his right.

He was owed this. Tradition dictated for the two oldest children to marry, as Aegon and Visenya had; there was duty and honor in it. By definition, Jacaerys and Lucerys were their mother’s eldest children - the two destined to wed.

He stared at the sky, awaiting his destiny.

. . .

It was the third morning and the sky was a cool blue, drowsy in color when a bright streak sailed through it…

Descending toward the island like a falling star.

Lucerys. 

Jacaerys had never seen anything so picturesque, so perfect-

Then came the rambunctious squawk of a dragon scarcely large enough to fly. Black and red and chasing after gulls, belching plumes of black flames.

Joffrey.

“Dohaerās, Tyraxes!” A reedy little voice called.

“Ninkiot, Arrax,” Lucerys commanded calmly and Jacaerys watched as that young dragon, glittering pearl white and gold, spread his wings to slow his descent to the island.

The sea breeze rolled over the shore, tasting of salt and morning air, of vanilla and browned butter…

Lucerys was a vision in supple charcoal gray, wool-lined riding leathers. His dark curls were wind-tossed and his cheeks a ravishing shade of red.

Those beautiful brown eyes widened at the sight of him.

His younger brother cleared his throat, calling up to Joffrey.

“Come down here,” He commanded, “now.”

Lucerys’ expression was unreadable as he marched across the sands toward Jacaerys, Joffrey in tow.

The dragonkeepers handled their mounts, even the unruly Tyraxes who had feathers hanging from his maw.

“Jacaerys,” Lucerys greeted coolly, with a defiant little raised chin. Jace wanted him then and there — marriage be damned, he wished to pup Luke in the sand. He pushed the thought away, quite capable of ignoring his hindbrain.

“Brother,” Jacaerys responded smoothly, smile softening, “welcome home.”

Lucerys gave a small nod, dainty gloved hands clasped together demurely.

“I apologize for making you wait,” Lucerys said primly, poised and practiced and perfect.

Jace chuckled, “Oh, I doubt that very much. Come along, we’ll get you both settled.”

They stepped through the Great Hall’s massive red doors, flanked by household guards at every step.

He felt Lucerys gasp as he pressed a palm to the small of his brother’s back, leading him into the hall. Luke walked along, spine stiff, his scent dripping from his pores.

It was surreal, sharing the space with Lucerys once more… It had been so long since they had been here together, lived here together.

“Prince Jacaerys,” Maester Gerardys greeted fondly, “and Prince Lucerys, how comforting it is to see you two together once more…”

For the first time since his brother had returned home, Jacaerys witnessed that icy demeanor thaw. His smile was soft and genuine and beautiful…

“It is…good to be home,” He answered, and to Jacaerys’ surprise, his words seemed sincere. Buried somewhere beneath the stoicism his younger brother wore like a coat of mail, he was happy.

“Your mother would be pleased.”

Lucerys’ throat bobbed and his eyes misted, for a moment he seemed to lean into Jacaerys’ touch upon his back. He steadied Lucerys instantly, naturally — it was what elder brothers were meant to do.

He caught a brief flash of gratitude in the corner of a brown eye when Lucerys glanced back at him.

“I’ll show you to your rooms,” Jacaerys said softly, to which Lucerys nodded, a pliant little thing.

“I know where my room is,” Joffrey called, running off blindly, to Lucerys’ horror and Jace’s amusement. Lucerys seemed mortified of Joffrey’s boyish behavior, like some minute thing would pull the rug out from beneath them, as though he may cast them out to the wilds once more…

He’d sooner fall upon his own sword than permit such a thing to happen.

“It’s alright,” Jace soothed, tasting the frantic spike in his younger brother’s scent, vanilla and burnt butter, “he’s home too.”

Lucerys nodded, swallowing thickly.

“When will the ceremony be?” Lucerys asked, his voice steady like he’d practiced the words.

“When would you like it to be?” Jace asked in return, something that seemed to bewilder his younger brother who stared up at him owlishly. Something he hadn’t prepared for.

“Soon,” he said, a tad uncertain as Jacaerys slowly circled him like prey.

“Soon?” Jacaerys echoed with a wily smirk. Lucerys’ brow dipped in what he knew was annoyance.

“Yes, soon, unless you intend on making me wait.”

There he was, Jacaerys grinned, all teeth - his Luke.

“Had I known you were so eager to be my wife, I never would have left King’s Landing without you…” His lips touched his younger brother’s ear.

Lucerys exhaled a shaky breath that he very badly wanted to be a scoff, struggling to right his mask of aloofness. The rich scent of vanilla and browned butter, nutty and earthen and sweet, betrayed him.

“Is tonight soon enough for you, brother?” Jacaerys asked, his subvocals flanging.

Lucerys turned, blinking up at him, pink-cheeked.

“Y-yes.”

“Good.”

“Good,” Lucerys said with his raised little chin, as though he had been so decisive, to begin with; Jacaerys could only focus on the cute cleft of his chin that he wished to trace with his tongue.

Without another word, his younger brother turned and exited the Great Hall, marching down a corridor after Joffrey.

. . .

Valyrian wedding ceremonies were not as time-consuming as weddings performed under the faith of the seven. The very same priest that had performed their mother’s wedding was summoned to conduct theirs.

The materials had been gathered and garments prepared.

A natural stone dias was dressed accordingly. A thick chalice of inscribed Valyrian steel sat upon the dias, filled halfway from a decanter of blood wine.

Jacaerys’ hands shook as he reached for the traditional robes worn during Valyrian wedding ceremonies. The fabric was a pale cream color, with thick blood-red collars and a gradient along the hem and sleeves.

They were meant to symbolize blood purity… the irony wasn’t lost on him.

“Father was the last to wear these…”

Jacaerys exhaled, fingers trailing over the dyed collar of the robe. He never had the right to refer to Daemon Targaryen as his father publically, yet as he stared at the garment, shapeless against his dressing table, it felt right. His father had worn these robes, and Jacaerys would wear them after him.

“He’d be proud of you…”

Baela intoned, her voice alarmingly gentle despite how angry she had been with him in the past weeks.

“Even if I’m marrying against his wishes?”

His sister smiled a radiant thing. Pretty enough to kiss, but he knew better than to try.

“Especially because you’re marrying against his wishes. You chose your own bride…he’d admire that.”

Baela stepped closer, inspecting the ceremonial garment. The fabric seemed endless when lifted into her tiny hands.

“You have every right to wear them, Jace. You’re a Targaryen.”

He nodded and began unlacing his tunic.

“Slower,” His sister bade, her deep violet eyes raking over every ounce of unveiled flesh with unbridled want. Spice flower and cinnamon hung heavy in the air. There was time when that scent beckoned him like a siren’s call, yet there had always been another scent, more potent —— dragonsong.

“I don’t want to forget a thing,” She added sadly, and Jacaerys felt a twinge of regret…she had always been good to him.

Jacaerys slowed, plucking away each individual lace with the utmost care. The garment swayed open and he heard the sharp intake of her breath.

He smiled softly. He couldn’t marry her, but he could give her this.

. . .

It all felt foreign to Lucerys like something out of a dream. His hair painfully twined into a snug series of plaits and braids atop of which the ceremonial headdress was placed.

The robes were long, the dyed hem puddled like blood around his feet.

Unbidden emotion snagged in his throat as he straightened the headdress. His entire life had led to this moment, from the day he was born and the maester had announced what resided between his legs. He was an Omega, he was born to be someone’s wife. Jacaerys’ wife. His face burned hot for reasons he dared not contemplate.

He was to be married and his mother wasn’t here to witness it…

He glared at his reflection in the looking glass.

He blinked away the tears quickly and straightened his back. Jacaerys wanted a wife and he’d get one…and Lucerys would get the legitimacy he’d been lacking. He would certainly be a wife, but Jacaerys had been born an Alpha —— he would become Lucerys’ weapon. It was all he could find comfort in; for this was not a union borne of love.

Lucerys’ bravado held up quite nicely as they traveled to the dais where the ceremony would be held. Jacaerys looked as he always did, aggravatingly handsome; rakish, even, in the long ceremonial robes with his silver hair bound in twists away from his face.

Countless candles burned around the dias, ensconcing them in a golden hue.

It was surreal, standing on warmed stone in the very same spot, in the very same gown his mother had once worn…

Joffrey stood beside Maester Gerardys, a sour look on his little face, in the same spot where Lucerys had stood as a child. Fragmented memories of his mother’s wedding washed over him like the dewy evening rain. 

A hand in his clutched so tightly. Father had died. Warm lips pressed to his crown, there was no giggling when he pressed his cold little feet to the backs of warm knees; just a need to be sated, and comfort that was given. There was no room for laughter on the grim day. Mother had never looked so beautiful. The hand in his was pulled away. It hurt, that missing piece, like a severed limb…

“Luke?”

Lucerys felt the memory fade away as he blinked his way back to the present. Jacaerys stared at him with unabashed concern.

“Hm?” he hummed, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you ready for the ceremony to begin?” The priest asked.

“Yes,” Jacaerys said without hesitation, and all eyes were on Lucerys.

“Yes,” Luke nodded, the tassels of the headdress bouncing.

“Very well.”

Ceremonial dragonglass daggers were given to each of them.

“I’ll go first,” Jacaerys told him and Lucerys nodded, and when he smiled at Luke, it was the smile of an elder brother. 

Rest easy, little brother, that roguish smile said, I’m here. His hands trembled as he brought the shard to his Jacaerys’ mouth. He didn’t flinch when Luke cut him. The dagger split the supple flesh of Jacaerys’ lower lip with ease. Blood oozed bright and warm. He gathered some upon his thumb, transfixed by it. The candles seemed to glow brighter, the air more fragrant. He painted the sigil upon Jacaerys’ skin.

His own dagger was lowered as Jacaerys approached. A large hand came to grip his chin, stroking the skin fondly. He tensed in anticipation of the sting of the dagger. He met his brother’s gaze, those hypnotic violet eyes, silver lashes brushed gold in the candlelight. He felt warm, very warm wrapped in Jace’s scent. His hindbrain was alight. Gently, the dagger sliced his lower lip, he hardly felt it.

He blinked and Jacaerys’ thumb was wet with his blood.

The liquid crimson felt hot against his skin as his brother painted the accompanying sigil.

Blood would flow, and their line would continue. 

He watched as Jacaerys’ dagger carved a wound across his palm. Lucerys did the same.

The priest carried forth the chalice and spoke the binding words. An embroidered chord of gold tied them together.

“Hen lantoti ānogar”

Blood of two

“Va sȳndroti vāedroma”

Joined as one

Jacaerys’ hand clasped with his, the open wounds upon their palms bleeding into one another. Unerringly intimate; eternally entwined. The golden chord soaked crimson. Red oozed into the chalice.

“Elēdroma iārza sīr”

And song of shadows

“Izulī ampā perzī”

Two hearts as embers

Lucerys stared into the chalice, at the placid surface of the blood wine, small dots of liquid crimson littered the rim, like crushed garnets. His reflection stared back.

The wine smelled of figs and iron and was thick upon his tongue. He’d never known something so foreign, yet so perfect. Heat raced in his veins when he swallowed it. Jacaerys’ eyes never left his, his hand clutched so tightly…they were a perfect fit.

“Prūmī lanti sēteksi”

Forged in Fourteen flames

Fourteen candles stood taller than the rest.

“Hen jenȳ māzīlarion”

A future promised in glass

Jacaerys tilted the chalice toward his lips. Lucerys squeezed at his brother’s hand, fresh blood sticking between their palms.

“Qēlossa ozūndesi”

The stars stand witness

“Sȳndroro ōñō jēdo”

The vow spoken through time

“Rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi.”

Of darkness and light.

“Your vows must be spoken.”

Lucerys nodded and swallowed the urge to mewl as Jacaerys’ hand squeezed his; both comforting and consuming.

“One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever,” they spoke the words in unison. The lingering taste of wine on his tongue deepened. The richness of Jacaerys’ scent thickened in his lungs. He could taste only fire and blood…

The priest lowered his hands and inclined his hooded head towards them to indicate the ceremony was complete. Lucerys’ entire being pulsed hotter than the dragonmont. They were married. Bound in blood.

He stared at Jacaerys, still struggling to fathom when his brother’s lips were on his - kissing him, ravenously; like he had waited his entire life for such a moment. And it returned to him, the frayed pieces of a memory, like torn pages in a book, as Jacaerys’ hands gathered his face between them, tender and so familiar - they had done this before.

Oh.

He felt a fool.

He gasped when his brother pulled away, mouth red. Lucerys’ legs felt boneless. His hand clutching Jacaerys’ sleeve, anchored to his brother, his husband, his other half…

Jacaerys’ tongue chased the trickle of crimson from Lucerys’ mouth. He mewled then, openly, unabashedly, without meaning to.

His brother’s forehead touched his, tacky with blood. A deep flanging purr swelled there and Lucerys struggled to remain upright with his knees turned to liquid. A strong arm curled around his waist.

The sky shook with the triumphant cries of Vermax and Arrax. Blasts of dragonfire burst above them in a spectrum of color, yellow-orange, gold, copper, and bronze, swirls of white, pearl, emerald, and jade green. There were streaks of rainbow light where their flames collided as their dragons danced in the sky overhead.

With the wedding complete, only one thing remained…

Their wedding night.

. . .

The inside of the Lord’s chambers were carved in dark stone, the snarling heads of dragons frame towering columns around the bed, a blood-red canopy draped above it.

Dragonstone was not known for its forgiving weather, and despite the chill that was ever-present in the air, Lucerys felt like the flesh might slough off his bones from the heat that raged within him.

A fire burned in the hearth that resembled a dragon’s maw, with flames crackling between pointed stone teeth.

A touch dragged featherlight over his pulse and he gasped, body burning hotter than the fire.

He looked at his brother - his husband with new eyes.

“Forgive me,” He murmured in apology, “I feel…warm.”

Jacaerys offered a smile, a flash of pointed teeth that left Lucerys breathless.

“‘Tis your blood calling.” His husband explained.

Lucerys flushed deeply.

“Do not fret,” Jacaerys hummed, fingers finding Lucerys’ chin, stroking the skin fondly, “We will answer it.”

Lucerys nodded, struck into a demure state, his heart hammered hard in his chest.

There was nothing entirely complicated about seduction, Lucerys knew, most Alphas simply desired a chase. A submissive bit of prey that they could play with before devouring them whole. It became clear Jacaerys was no different in that regard.

It brought to mind a memory far more recent…

“Tilt your head, just gently over your shoulder. A tad more. Perfect. Lower your eyelids. Less, Lucerys.” Daemon clucked.

“I feel like an imbecile,” Lucerys complained, though his step-father chuckled.

“I assure you, you don’t look like one.”

He snorted, “Is this how mother got you to fall in love with her?”

Daemon hummed a laugh, flicking Lucerys’ ear as he passed by, “Don’t slouch, extend your neck. There. Delightful. Any Alpha with a knot between their legs will understand the invitation. And, no, your mother was the exception in that regard.”

Lucerys rolled his eyes. Unsurprised to find that his mother, as always, was so perfect.

“You have no shortage of suitors, even now, but it never hurts to know how to keep them.”

Lucerys flushed, “I have…suitors?”

Daemon nodded, “Many. Amongst our vassals Houses Bar Emon, Celtigar, and Massey have already put forth proposals for your hand. You even have the attention of an Alpha up North…”

“Truly?” Lucerys gasped, strangely flattered.

“He’s been the most persistent of all,” Daemon said with a wink.

“That’s enough practice for today, little one. With any luck, matters of marriage won’t be relevant for some time. At least not while your mother and I draw breath.”

The fresh loss of his parents' death yawned open once more, like a gash across his heart, at the memory, but he ignored the pain. His blood had already spilled today. Lucerys turned his back to Jacaerys as he began the tedious process of removing countless metal pins from his hair. Discreetly, he nipped at the scent gland in his wrist.

The aroma of vanilla and browned butter, rich and sweet dripped into the air. A Siren’s call.

Unlike Ser Corwyn who had merely blushed and floundered at the presence of his scent, his husband however,  evidenced a more promising reaction.

He heard the sharp intake of Jacaerys’ breathing. The subtle beginnings of a growl left Lucerys weak at the knees.

He shook his curls loose with a soft sigh, he arched his back with an indulgent stretch.

When he turned back towards his husband, he did so employing everything Daemon had taught him. His head tilted coyly, his eyes hooded just right, bare neck extended boldly…

“Husband,” he called with intention, his voice a touch higher than it typically was, “shall we- mmph!”

Being kissed was as disorienting as it had been the first time, scorching, the taste of blood on his tongue. His husband’s hand cupped his bottom. Lucerys considered it a rousing success.

He panted, mouth slick. Jacaerys’ tongue glided against the roof of his mouth and something glittery and warm surged down to his toes. His brother’s fingers curled beneath Lucerys’ chin. A softer, kinder kiss was pressed to his crown, and yearning opened up in him like an old wound.

“I’ve missed you…” Jace whispered against Lucerys’ dark fringe. Longing resounded in his voice, spanning deep like the roots of a tree.

Lucerys swallowed, a strange sense of guilt left him feeling hulled. A part of him wanted to feel what his brother did as well, yet there were still pages torn from their story in his mind; pages he feared he may never recover.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t-“ He stammered, frightened that his husband may be slighted by history Lucerys had forgotten…

“I know,” Jacaerys soothed, thumb pressed to the cleft in Lucerys’ chin. A dizzy back and forth was etched in his flesh by the callused pad of his husband’s finger.

When his brother kissed him a second time, it was a slower exchange. Jacaerys’ mouth and tongue coaxed his into action. It was evocative, sensual, reciprocal; dragonsong. It was the stoking of embers, the spreading of wildfire to every corner of his being.

“On the bed,” his brother growled, a crass hand swatted his bottom.

Lucerys nodded.

Their robes were placed aside and Lucerys settled upon the bed, skin bare and pulsing hot.

He laid carefully upon his stomach, firelight licking at his back. His face burned as he arched his back, his bottom sticking out in subtle invitation.

The bed dipped beneath the addition of another body and Lucerys drew in a steadying breath. His lungs were coated with the aroma of white oak and an open flame; heady and thick. His hindbrain secreted pacifying pheromones that left him strangely at peace.

He was going to be claimed, he realized, holding fistfuls of sheets. He would be mounted like a broodmare…

A warm hand grazed his spine.

A breath that smelled of figs and blood wine caressed his ear.

“What are you doing?”

Laid upon his stomach, Lucerys should have felt vulnerable; his neck was left exposed. He tilted his head against the bedding, curls loose as he caught the corner of his husband’s statuesque visage knelt upon the bed.

“I-” Lucerys swallowed, mouth uncomfortably dry. Even now, as bare as the day he was born, he was meant to exude aplomb. Jacaerys clearly desired a confident lover.

“I am not so naive, journals and written accountings detail that being upon one’s stomach is the most efficient way to ensure a successful mount…”

Jacaerys’ expression remained unreadable, but then he chuckled that pleasant sound that buzzed in Lucerys’ ears.

“...a successful mount.” Jacaerys echoed to himself with a shake of his damnable silver head. Lucerys flushed hot with embarrassment, feeling anything but confident.

A warm hand settled upon the small of his back. The simple touch inspired a strange building pressure. Jacaerys’ lips touched his ear and Lucerys exhaled a flustered sound into the bedding.

“You have spent too long with Andals that do not know how to fuck…”

His husband’s voice dripped thick and hot into his skull, like honey, or blood. His quim clenched. His husband seemed intent on showing Lucerys the error in his ways.

“Fucking is a pleasure. And Omegas were made to be pleased.”

There was lightning in Jacaerys’ voice, raw power, like the crackling of logs in the hearth.

“Here,” Jacaerys murmured, “turn over.”

He blinked up at him, at his pale hair, at his violet eyes that were nearly glazed black, at the sharp contrast of gold light and rich velvety shadows painted by the hearth across his husband’s body. His mouth had grown wet at his lean abdomen and sturdy shoulders, at his firm chest and strong arms…

A picturesque virile Alpha.

“There you are,” Jacaerys hummed, eyes so very fond.

His thighs are eased apart and Jacaerys settled between them. Each touch exchanged between them felt like it might set them alight. Mere kindling to a fire.

Every sensation titillated and overwhelmed.

A finger trailed featherlight from the hollow of his throat to the spot above his navel where that building pressure persisted. He was left gasping. Tears beaded in his eyes.

“Mm,” Lucerys sighed, unaccustomed to such intimacy, such nearness as his husband caressed the spot as the feeling worsened.

His fingers dipped lower toward the dark mound of his quim, wiry curls matted with slick.

Lucerys’ hips leapt from the bed with a cry at the barest touch. A clever, knowing thumb unveiled his bud, teasing it. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, wetting his temples, inevitably soaking into his loose curls.

His husband’s damp fingers teased along the seam of his quim; leisurely, as if skimming the lines of a book he had read before.

He felt as a digit slipped down to the knuckle into his velvety embrace.

“Jacaerys,” He croaked. The concave dip of his stomach quivered as his husband’s attention returned to the pink ache of his bud; his fingers made a lewd sound, so thoroughly wetted with slick.

Jacaerys’ silver head lowered with a knowing look and began to kiss him breathlessly; each press of Jace’s lips against his own selfishly stole what air remained in his lungs, and good sense from his mind.

He anchored a fist in his husband’s pale hair if only for an ounce of control, to claim something in return.

He sucked on Jacaerys’ tongue when it dipped into his mouth; he felt his husband’s body shake with a melodic swell of his subvocals.

“When I claim you, it shall be like this,” Jacaerys murmured through spit-slick lips into Lucerys’ panting mouth, their foreheads were pressed together, tacky with dried blood and sweat.

“Not for a ‘successful mount’, but so that I may look upon you, so that I may see the pleasure writ across this face,” His husband paused mouthing at Lucerys’ jaw, weight steadied on a forearm, Jace gazed down at him with such longing, “to have gone six years without it, ‘tis a crime against our nature. Yours and mine.”

Lucerys longed to pry the words apart, like field dressing a fresh kill, to permit nothing to escape his grasp nor understanding. Yet, his husband’s fingers grazed his cunt once more and all sense was lost, bleeding from the pulsing, open wound of his weeping gash.

A few fingers glided into his heat, effortlessly and Lucerys moaned. Ashamed of how easily his body had been reduced to something so carnal.

He was lost in the pleasure, the thick haze of pheromones in his head, and the scent of Jacaerys in his lungs.

When his hips leapt once more, it was to chase the rhythm of Jacaerys’s fingers spreading him open; shaping the walls of his quim like a smith molded metal — with patience and dedication.

His husband’s digits sought deep, fingers squelching amidst the sticky nectar and slick flesh. Without preamble, that knot of tension above Lucerys’ navel was pulled so readily to its limits, fingers pressing at the tender raised flesh until the tension broke.

Lucerys yowled, the sensation smarted, whip-fast as he came undone. His cocklet, stiff and yearning just above the seam of quim, spurted a few delicate ribbons of white against his stomach and chest. His quim gushed as a more potent release took hold, soaking around his husband’s fingers and onto the bed. A pleasure swallowed him so readily that he could not make sense of an end or beginning.

A garbled stream of hybridized Valyrian and common peppered his ears like a rain of arrows.

“There you are,” Jacaerys huffed, eyes ablaze with awe, “Issa lēkia.”

“ābrazȳrys…” he snarled, “mate…”

His body, so laden with pheromones only longed for one thing. To be claimed.

What power you wield, dear brother.

Jacaerys had tasted his blood once already. Surely he wanted more, needed more, needed to sink his teeth into Lucerys’ neck, where his bonding gland lay pristine and untouched.

“I, I need-”

“I shall give you what you need, wife.”

Pangs of longing littered his flesh, like ground glass in raw meat. He watched, mouth wet as Jacaerys’ cock swayed heavy and thick between well-muscled thighs.

It seemed impossibly large then; too large.

“Mm, b-brother… it won’t-”

“It will fit,” Jacaerys assured with a smile that Luke wanted terribly to believe, a brief kiss was pressed to Lucerys’ lips, “you were made for this,” another kiss, “you were made for me.”

Lucerys nodded, permitting his body to fall slack, tensionless, sedate with pheromones and supplicant for his Alpha.

The fattened head of his husband’s cock rubbed slowly along his quim, gathering nectar along the girth.

His stomach quivered as the glistening crown of Jacaerys’ manhood pressed obscenely large to Luke’s quim, puffy and pink.

“Shh,” Jacaerys soothed. His thumb toyed with Lucerys’ bud, rubbing tender little circles as the head applied a hint more pressure.

His legs spasmed as pleasure frothed in his belly.

He whined, the lips of his quim stretching to welcome the thick, drooling head.

His hips inched higher as Jacaerys’ eased lower. He envisioned the steel-tipped head of an arrow piercing the soft cushion of a straw-stuffed target.

The lips of his quim opened like a flower in bloom.

Jacaerys held himself painfully still as Lucerys mewled beneath him at the thin barrier of his maidenhead halting his brother’s path.

His brother kissed the salty spill of his tears; seeming to savor them as readily as he had Luke’s blood.

He awaited the agony that every maester and septa warned young Omegas of, for a geyser of blood to burst from between his thighs as his Alpha sank down to the bulb of his knot.

Yet, as Jacaerys finally slipped completely inside, it wasn’t at all as violent as Lucerys had imagined. It stretched the walls of his quim to what felt like its limits, certainly, but, the sensation did not inspire any pain. Rather, it felt like a wound being sewn shut, flesh knitted together, a sword in a sheath, a sense of completeness so profound that he wished to weep.

Oh.

“There you are,” Jace panted, a wry turn to his lips before his hips eased back.

A hand cradled his jaw as they laid, forehead to forehead, nose to nose. Blood upon their skin, sharing the same dewy breath.

One flesh, one heart, one soul…

The motion of Jacaerys’ hips was fluid, they beat against him as wrathful as the gale upon the sea. Every wave threatened to drag him under. Devastatingly beautiful.

Lucerys gasped, mouth agape as his brother’s eyes stared into his. Jacaerys’ hips pumped, large cock pushing and pulling his insides; molding him anew.

There was a harmony to it, the creaking of the bed, the crackling of the logs, the wet rhythm of Jacaerys’ hips colliding with his. The blood-red canopy above the bed quivered like a razed kingdom behind his husband’s silver head.

He dug frantic nails into the muscle of his brother’s back. He felt power. True power rippling beneath his fingertips.

The broad tip of his brother’s manhood found the raised flesh tucked away within his walls upon every thrust; pleasure spiraled and screamed within him.

Jacaerys’ grip tightened around his jaw. He began to lose track of what limbs were his and which were not.

Barely-there breasts bounced with every thrust, grazing his brother’s muscled chest. His nipples pebbled stiff as they scraped against Jacaerys, the sensation worsening the tension that tangled in his belly.

His quim fluttered, each pulse yearned to draw his husband deeper.

Lucerys dug a heel into the flexing muscle of his husband’s buttocks, urging him faster.

He mewled. Beyond words. Thrashing to bare his neck; recalcitrant and desperate. That only made Jacaerys fuck him harder.

Bloated stones, swollen with seed, slapped against Lucerys’ milk-white bottom.

Jacaerys’ free hand dug into the pliant flesh of Lucerys’ soft little bottom, urging his narrow hips to meet every harrowing plunge of Jace’s cock.

The wet lips of his quim, stretched thin, kissed the bulbous swell of Jacaerys’ knot upon every perfect union of their hips.

He urged his hips down, guided by his brother’s hand, yearning in a primal mania to have that knot inside of him.

The head of his brother’s cock kissed his womb, caressing that soft pink channel on every deep thrust.

His insides felt molten, like the flesh may slough off his bones at any moment. Like every cant of his brother-husband’s hips urged a tongue of dragonfire to lap at that sacred place. The place he yearned to have filled.

Jacaerys offered the dripping length of his tongue and Lucerys suckled upon it readily, filled by him so completely.

He anchored himself to his husband, nails caught upon the rippling muscle of his back.

He has no words left to give, save for a garbled string of “please”. 

“Are you close, my love?”

Jacaerys asked, voice little more than a growl, his forehead pressed to Luke’s.

Lucerys thrashed at the delicious torment of his building release, tears streamed down his cheeks. He was close, horrendously so. 

His husband’s lips found his, drinking deeply of his anguish.

The cadence of his husband’s thrust had grown all the more ardent in response. The very bed seemed to quake. Yet all he could see was Jacaerys, the silver of his hair, the violet of his eyes, Lucerys’ own blood painted upon his skin…

“Please!” Lucerys cried out, drunk upon the scent of white oak and an open flame, burning with a longing writ in their shared blood upon his very bones. Stripped of all constraints and vanity, he was simply an Omega in dire need of his Alpha.

When he arched his neck, his husband hadn’t the will to refuse a second time. He mouthed at the spot that so dearly needed attention, he adored it with his lips and tongue.

Each thrust fucked him so deeply into the rich, sweat-soaked featherbed. He arched, yowling at the unbearable sensation of his husband’s broad head at his womb.

“Once more, wife,” Jacaerys panted, breath hot as dragonfire ghosted along his lips, “come for me, brother. Shower me in your love.”

His bud was found and assaulted with the unrelenting press of sword-callused fingers; Urging him and higher.

And in a moment, he was undone, his release snapped like their chord of blood-red and gold and his world shook like all of Dragonstone would fall apart around them. His release gushed from his stretched-wide quim, drenching his husband and the bedding further. Jacaerys growled a deeply pleased guttural sound, his hips continued to pump into the squelching mess of Lucerys’ dripping sex, the firm grip of his hand cradled Lucerys’ jaw, forbidding him from looking elsewhere, at anything but Jacaerys.

He could only watch as a trembling look of awe passed over his husband’s face.

Jace’s hips surged forward and Luke bowed off of the bed at the undeniable ache of his husband’s knot popping inside. The thick head pressed against the slender pink opening of Lucerys’ womb. His thighs shook. Teeth were at his neck, kissing then breaking the skin. The bite was clean and perfect and unifying. Lucerys cried out towards the blood-red canopy above them. In that moment he saw a burst of color behind his eyes: the endless rainbow of their combined dragonfire. A third sharp release was upon him; brief and blinding. His cocklet spurted weakly, his quim clenched, milking the fattened bulb of his Alpha’s knot. A desperate whine fell from his lips as he felt it begin to swell. They were tied now, irrefutably: in body and blood.

His unspooling mind retreated to their vows once more as his brother’s seed distended the concave of his belly —— one flesh, one heart, one soul.

A rumbling purr started in his chest and his fingers wound through Jacaerys’ silver hair of their own volition. It was an intrinsic need as primal as the ache to purr, was the need to touch his brother. His husband. His mate.

He became prey pinned beneath his Alpha. His toes curled in atavistic delight.

He felt unbearably whole like he had found his missing piece.

When his brother’s lips inevitably withdrew from the fresh site of Lucerys’ bondmark, he was overcome with the bone-deep urge to weep. Yet, Jacaerys soothed him with a low, nearly musical flange of his subvocals that said, ‘Rest easy, little brother. I am here.’ Lucerys felt the spike of pacifying pheromones filling his frantic hindbrain, putting him promptly at ease. He felt the press of an aquiline nose to his temple, gentle and familiar. He fought his body's need to fall slack and submissive, instead twisting stubbornly upon the bed if only to feel the tug of his Alpha’s knot keeping them tied. A satisfied prickle of overstimulated tears stung his eyes. A dutiful tongue lapped at the slow ooze of blood from the site upon his neck.

A tug persisted at the base of his skull. A nascent thing through which all flowed. Their bond.

There was no word so apt for his current state other than claimed. Even still, adrift within the overwhelming emotion of it all, Lucerys sought some semblance of assurance; some logic to the disorder Jacaerys had made of him.

His mind scrabbled for clarity, despite how his eyelids drooped and his limbs curled into the preternatural heat of his Alpha’s body, wrapped in the woodsy aroma of white oak and the bittersweet bite of an open flame.

He fell deeper still into a place so utterly content as an aquiline nose and warm lips nuzzled fondly at his hairline. It was not long until whisps of vanilla and browned butter roamed in fragrant curls from his sweat-slicked skin.

“I’ll be going soon,” Lucerys said amidst a yawn as firm fingers pressed warm divots into the underside of his thigh.

“Going where, precisely?” Jacaerys asked, indolent, but displeased. The emotion trickled over, like rainwater through a leaking roof. Lucerys frowned at the feeling.

He thought of propriety, of what he’d been taught of formal marriages such as theirs.

“To my own chambers, husband,” Lucerys informed, though he hadn’t the strength to lift his head while he spoke.

“I could use the rest,” he added sweetly, knowing an Alpha’s ego was utterly in want of stroking.

Jacaerys exhaled through his nose before Lucerys felt its straight bridge touch the upturned curl of his own.

“Mm,” his Alpha hummed, “then rest.”

Longing poured over as a hand settled at the dip in Lucerys’ waist where they lay.

“You are my wife now, Lucerys. My chambers are yours.”

Curious, he thought to himself.

It brought to mind a memory formerly lost to him…

“Let me in!” Lucerys demanded in a nasally whisper, lips pressed to the crack in the door.

“Jace-”

The door budged far enough for him to catch the gleam of his elder brother’s silver-gold hair and he felt a swell of victory.

“I can’t let you in, Luke. Mother will have my head-”

“She will not! Oh, Jace, she won’t catch us. She never does.”

Jacaerys’ face twisted in a conflicted expression, but in his heart, Lucerys knew he had won. The door swung open and Lucerys rushed inside. His hand clasping with his brother’s pulling him towards the bed.

“You mustn’t make a sound, hm?” Jacaerys warned, a finger held to Luke’s lips.

Lucerys nodded giddily.

“I won’t. I promise.”

As the memory faded, Lucerys found himself unbearably drowsy, his head pressed to a strong chest, his cold little feet tucked to the backs of warm knees, as familiar as the lines traversing his palms.

I had mastered you once brother, he thought to himself as he squirmed closer into the cage of his husband’s arms, I can do it again.

[freya-captain]

Modern family AU

When high school Omega!Luke bringing his boyfriend college Alpha!Aemond home during spring break

Daemon looks ready to scare the sh*t out of Aemond and kick him out but Rhaenyra tries to play it cool, so she let them be—

When Joffrey walks down the stairs,

Rhaenyra: What are they doing up there?

Joffrey: Idk. They’re playing Arctic Monkeys really loud in his room.

Joffrey: Mom can I ask a question?

Rhaenyra: Yes honey?

Joffrey: If Luke got pregnant would you ever pretend he was sick for a few months and then like, tell everyone the babies yours?

Rhaenyra:

Joffrey: You know just like the baby Aegon case.

Rhaenyra: Let me stop you right here—

Joffrey: I mean it’s really awesome to have a fake little brother who is really my nephew, again

Rhaenyra: First of all, baby Aegon is MY son. Not Jace’s, alright? You don’t have a nephew. Second, Luke is not getting pregnant!

Joffrey: okay mom...

Joffrey: But if that happened, i said if, what name would you give your fake-son-actual-grandson?

Rhaenyra:

One year later at a family gathering:

Rhaenyra: (holding an infant) Hi everyone, meet my new-born son baby Viserys—

*Suddenly wakes up from a nightmare, sweating, and then wakes Daemon immediately

Rhaenyra: You were right. Kick him out NOW.

[howyouloveyourdragon]

I enjoyed your a/b/o universe writing and had an idea. When laenor dies instead of rhaenyra marrying daemon, she convinces viscerys to marry her omega half sister to her. Nsfw content included if possible though please don't do the bedding ceremony that they do in westeros as I have always found that idea humilating to mostly the women

ooOo i like it, also yes i'm not keen on the bedding ceremony either i can write it if asked to but it's not my favourite, :)

also sorry for the length i got so carried away lol

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓, one on either side of Viserys, both staring the other down. Alicent knew that there was a deeper reason for Rhaenyra's visit besides spending time with her ill father. And to her distaste she was correct. Rhaenyra hadn't allowed her children to join her, she couldn't risk another incident like last time she visited. She needed her father to see the benefits of the potential union above all else. Rhaenyra cleared her throat. "Father," She spoke, looking into his smiling face. "Has Y/n yet found a match?" Alicent's eyes narrowed and roamed her former friend's face. "No," Viserys answered with a light chuckle. "Alicent has made it extremely clear on the importance of her betrothed." Rhaenyra nodded slowly. "I agree." She started again. "Omegas are very rare, to have born one is a high privilege, she deserves someone truly worthy of her." Viserys nodded mindlessly but Alicent's stare felt the same as the last time they had fought. When Rhaenyra blinked she feared that she would open those eyes to see Alicent toward her with a dagger again. She shifted uncomfortably and listened to her father as he spoke of their child, pride evident in his tone. "We have received proposals but none yet that appease us." His daughter hummed at his statement. "And what about myself?" Viserys frowned. Alicent froze, her knife tightly gripped in her hand. "Yourself?" He asked. "I am recently widowed and in need of a betrothed. I have met Y/n before, she has visited Dragonstone often. She has become quite the charmer." Rhaenyra ignored the image of Alicent seething before her. "Nonsense." Alicent dispelled, swallowing down her anger as her jaw began to clench. Rhaenyra's brows shot upward, feigning surprise. She had expected this. "Why ever not?" She asked, attention turned to her stepmother. "She has come of age and I am a suitable candidate." "She will have no shortage of suitors and if an event changes this then Aemond is a perfectly suitable man." Alicent clicked her tongue. Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes but regained her composure. "Perhaps and while I deem it wise for her to keep our bloodline pure, Aemond is no alpha." Rhaenyra argued, turning her attention onto Viserys once more.

"At my side she will want for nothing, our bloodline will remain pure, her safety will be guaranteed and she will one day become Queen." She attempted to maintain her calm voice. She had learned quickly in life that her father prioritised peace and logic above anger. Alicent scoffed. It was Rhaenyra's son who had taken her own eye and now she wanted to take Alicent's daughter too? Her very pride? "You assume that she would approve of such a match. You barely know her, she has known Aemond her entire life." Rhaenyra's head snapped to her, her composure cracking for a moment. "Of course I know her, it is frequent that we exchange letters." She sneered. "How dare you cast such a vile accusation that she would be safer with any other." Alicent's now closed fist lands on the table with a threatening thud. "You dare cast the same, believing that you would bestow more safety on her than her brother?" Viserys stands as Rhaenyra leaps up from her seat. A tense air ensues. "Enough!" He commanded. "I am the girl's father and thus I shall decide on future arrangements." He seethed in frustration. Alicent's face turned to alarm while Rhaenyra grew dejected. She sighed. "Husband–" "Enough!" Viserys repeated. "I will be retiring to bed." Rhaenyra nodded and tried to calm her racing heart and prevent her flashing eyes. Alicent stared after him and considered walking him back but she could assume he would shrug her off–it wasn't often that he would be so irate "Yes, darling." She finally responded. Rhaenyra leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek and then swiftly turned to leave through the corridors.

Alicent stood in hesitation for a moment before following after her former friend. "What are you playing at?" She spat, chasing after her. Rhaenyra turned quickly and paced toward her. "I have waited too long to find someone who enraptured me as your daughter does and trust me I do not delight in the fact that she shares the same blood that pumps through your veins but alas it is so." Rhaenyra's voice was bellowing and a low hiss rang through her teeth. Alicent stepped back. "But you understand that she was made for me and she, I. You speak of duty but deny the ones I wish to pursue–I will marry your child, delight her in my every aspect of my love or else I shall lay myself upon my father's throne and relinquish my very life to your hand. She will always be mine, my omega. No matter what you tell yourself, it will be me that she devotes herself to." She breathed heavily. Alicent's expression didn't waver from its stone but her mind was reeling in confusion, surprise, interest and doubt. Satisfied that she left the Queen speechless, she left to her chambers. Fluster embedded in her every motion as she prepared for flight. It was two weeks after her visit to the Red Keep before she recieved an answer from her father. She beamed greatly as she read it carefully.

ℜ𝔥𝔞𝔢𝔫𝔶𝔯𝔞, 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡,

ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯

𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔬 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔜/𝔫 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫.

She didn't read the rest, she didn't need to. Already, she demanded to be prepared for dragonback. She sent for her children to do so also and soon they were travelling.

At arrival Rhaenyra notices the cold reception but she finds herself not caring when she can see you running through to the castle's entrance with a fresh cut of flowers in your grasp, petals falling freely. onto the floor. She smiles fondly as you finally reach her. Your eyes light up and she swears she sees little dancing stars in your eyes. You thrust the handmade bouquet into her arms and bite your lip as she accepts. "For you, dear sister." She says. Rhaenyra admires the flowers in admiration. You turn to her sons, grinning, you wave at them. "Hi, Jace, hi Luke." You look at Joffrey and laugh at the way he tries to grasp onto your hand. "Hi little Joff." He frowns at displeasure of the name but ultimately ignores it as Jace jumps at the chance to wrap his arms around you tightly, Luke following after him. Rhaenyra allows you to reunite so she can watch the interaction between you all. You always did aim to please. "My children have missed you." She announces, Luke immediately discrediting this even though he still hasn't pulled away from you. You smile at the boys. "I have too, it will be nice to see you so often, nephews." Jace nods. Rhaenyra laughs gently.

The wedding was long and intense, Rhaenyra's hand never left you whether it lay on your own or your thigh it remained. She presses herself close as she murmurs sweet enchantments in your ear. The wedding is sweet and a short ceremony with Alicent almost drinking as much as Aegon. "I hope this evening has been pleasant for you, dōna riña." (sweet girl) She twirled a collection of hair from your face. You flushed under her gaze. "Of course, wife." You answered pressing shy chaste kiss to the corner of her lip. Rhaenyra smiled wickedly. "And for the next half of our evening?" She asked carefully, voice low. She smirked at the surprise and embarrassment on your face– she wanted to kiss it away. Sex was a pleasure not something to be ashamed of. "I want to take care of you, sweetling." She hummed against your face as she walked her fingers slowly over your dress, edging closer to your heat. "Will you let me?" You let out a small whine and leaned closer against her, throat growing dry with lust. Her voice is slightly rough and sends a trigger of excitement down your spine. You nod, drawing a low growl from her as her body begins to heat up. Suddenly, she pulled away from you and stood. "My wife and I shall now be taking our leave. We thank you for your attendance to our union. One that I'm sure will rejoice in love and strength." Rhaenyra announces. An applause greets her as she tugs your hand. You rise and feel her arm link with yours.

The moment your shared chamber doors are closed behind you, she pounces. Her fingers roam your body as she hoists you against the door and wraps your legs around her, it was times like these that made Rhaenyra pray in thanks to the gods for her alpha DNA. Her left hand cups your breast and squeezes enough for pressure but not too hard for discomfort. You moan as she presses open mouthed kisses to your jaw, slowly drawing down to your neck. She drinks in your whines and pushes her cunt against yours, her clit twitches which urges her other hand to slowly dance up your skirts. She lowers you slowly to the floor and turns you around to unlace your wedding gown, kissing along the back of your neck as she does so. She tosses all your garments aside until your bare before her, when you turn back around you find that she has also stripped herself. Her eyes trail over you like a predator, slowly edging back toward you. When you shiver, she takes your hands and urges them against her, moulding your fingers to rub slow circles against her clit. A gasp shot from you as she returned the favour with her own fingers. Your heart thumped wildly, begging to press against her and almost like she heard it's pleads, she thrust her body against yours. She once more lifts you, to wrap around her but this time to drop you on the bed. She looked into your face with desire evident in the dilation of her eyes. "Jaelā nyke." She stated. (You want me) She smirks down at you and slowly lowers herself to kneel on the floor. Her mouth hovers over your heat, you can feel her warm breath against you, your clit twitching. Rhaenyra seems to relish in your confusion. "Kesan bodmagho ao everything, ñuha jorrāelagon." She promises. (I will teach you everything, my love) Her lips lower onto you, her hands carefully kneading your legs apart like dough when they try to close. "My sweet girl." She continues to murmur. She licks at you gently and in slow measure until your hands reach below you.

"Faster, please!" You beg, desperate for her tongue. She doesn't for quite some time until she takes one index finger and thrusts it into your cunt. A loud moan expels from you like prayer. She chuckles below you, the vibrations rolling a wave of pleasure into you. "Ñuha mijegindita virgin." She says, building rhythm. (My poor virgin) She allows a growl to escape her. "So good for me, so desperate for me." She rolls a second finger into you and flicks you clit with her tongue. "You wouldn't want anyone else but your Queen would you?" It's a rumbling behind your throat that turns into a submissive mewl. "You like that my dōna byka ābrazȳrys?" You nod mindlessly as she pulls you apart in her palm. When she pushes a third finger, she can feel you're close. You whine as she brings you to the unfamiliar edge, stretching you until your body is made to bend around her but you suppose it is now. "Ao māzis syt nyke, sweetling?" She asks. (Are you coming for me, sweetling?) You groan. "Then come." Her voice is now a hiss as your body obeys her for you, your orgasm plunging out of you. She accepts the release ardently, the need for you intensifying as more ripples erupt from you. She takes it from you like a gift, slowly unwrapping you–savouring you.

When she pulls away, you can see the wetness on her lips she's wearing like a badge of honour. Rhaenyra takes away her fingers, only snickering at your whining. She grins at you and intertwines your fingers together, rolling up your body. She wraps her legs either side of yours and leans down to kiss you with fervour. She cups your face with one hand. She's gentle again, always gentle. "Avy jorrāelan, dōna riña." She smiles. (I love you, sweet girl) She watches you carefully. "Do you want to love me back, sweetling?" You nod weakly to which she rewards you with a kiss. You murmur as your lucidity returns though slightly hazy. Your eyes flicker up at her. "Be my throne." With that she rises onto your face, lowering her cunt against your lips. With tentative caution, you extend your tongue to her.

A/N so i got a bit carried away and didn't want make this too long but i would be happy to write a part ii :) <3

[kckt88]

Drowning Inside You V

Summary:

Aemond and Valaera return to Kings Landing and a Queen is crowned.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Warning(s): Inner thoughts, Language, Kissing, Smut, P in V, Breeding Kink, Biting, Knotting, Mild Angst, Possessive Behaviour, Character Death, Allusion to the questionable use of the Driftwood Throne.

Word Count: 5829

Author Note: An Alpha/Omega Story.

P.S - Some Scenes/Dialogue from Dynasty has been reused.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

With every step he took, Aemond held his son closer.

They’d arrived in Kings Landing a couple of hours ago and after the obligatory reunions with Rhaenyra and Daemon it was now time to introduce Aemon to his other grandmother.

Valaera had offered to accompany him, but things were still a little shaky after their disagreement and Aemond did not want his mother upsetting his Omega.

So, it was decided that Valaera, Vhalarr and Vaella would stay with Rhaenyra. Which of course Aemond didn’t mind as he knew that Valaera had missed her mother dearly.

“Welcome back my Prince”

“Ser Criston” muttered Aemond politely.

“Another babe. Congratulations”

“Gratitude Ser Criston” said Aemond curtly.

In truth he’d still not forgiven his former mentor for the insinuations he’d made about Valaera after she’d delivered the twins.

Just remembering what the Beta had said made the Alpha growl in annoyance.

“The Queen awaits”

Aemond nodded as Criston stepped aside and opened the heavy wooden door.

His mother’s rooms had always been well light and filled with the sweetest of scents, but today Aemond could take no such comfort in the familiarity of his mother’s chambers.

“Oh, Aemond” cooed Alicent sweetly as she rose from the sofa.

“Your Grace” replied Aemond stoically.

“It’s been too long since we last saw one another my son”.

Who’s fault is that?

“Apologise mother, my duties on Driftmark have kept me busy” said Aemond.

“I see your duty in your arms. May I hold my grandson” asked Alicent.

Aemond hesitated for a moment before he gently placed his pup in his mother’s waiting arms.

“Aemond, he’s the very image of you” gasped Alicent as she swayed gently from side to side.

“Indeed” muttered Aemond.

“H-He has different coloured eyes” murmured Alicent.

One word. Just one and I will take my Omega and our pups out of here and never return.

“How beautiful”

Wait. What did she just say?

“Oh, how unique. He’s wonderful Aemond truly” whispered Alicent.

“M-Mother” questioned Aemond utterly confused at his mother’s reaction to his pup.

“I feel that I must apologize to you. My reaction to your children has been less than favourable and for that I am sorry”.

The seven hells must have frozen over. My mother apologising? Never thought I’d see the day.

“I also wish to extend my apology to Valaera”.

Now I know I’m dreaming. What sorcery is this?

“Why the sudden change mother?” asked Aemond.

“Your brother made me realise how my actions have affected you and your mate and I do not wish for either of you to hate me” muttered Alicent.

Aegon? He spoke up for me. For Valaera. Ok maybe he’s not a total twat after all but he’s still got a punchable face.

“I do not hate you mother” admitted Aemond quietly.

“That pleases me greatly, but I still desire to make amends. So tonight, we shall dine with the King. All of us as a family” replied Alicent as she gently stroked Aemon’s silver hair.

“As you wish mother” muttered Aemond.

“Now, tell me more about my other grandchildren. I hear they have dragons now”.

“W-Who goes there?” wheezed Viserys.

“Grandsire. It’s Valaera”

“Ah Valaera. My girl, My only-” coughed Viserys.

“I wondered if you would perhaps like to meet Aemon, your grandson and great grandson”.

Viserys grimaced in pain as he tried to sit up. Valaera looked over at Aemond who sighed and helped his father to sit up.

“A-Aemond. Thank you”

“Your welcome father” replied Aemond awkwardly as he stepped back from the bed.

“W-What are you doing here? I-I thought you were on Driftmark?”

“I thought you would like to meet Aemon. Our new pup” said Valaera as he lifted Aemon towards the King.

“A-Aemon after my uncle?” asked Viserys.

“I-It’s more in-“

“Yes father, in honour of your uncle” muttered Aemond rolling his eye.

“Aemon Targaryen a fine name indeed. Well done my boy” gasped Viserys.

“W-Would you like to hold him?” asked Valaera.

“I shall” muttered Viserys.

Aemond moved closer the bed, watching closely as his Omega placed their pup in the arms of his grandsire.

The King weakened by his condition could not hold the pup on his own, so Valaera had to keep her hands under Aemon to support his weight.

“He is the very image of his father” exclaimed Viserys.

“Indeed, he is” replied Valaera smiling.

“However, the eyes, just like my mother Alyssa. They were different too” rasped Viserys.

Valaera took a deep breath and tried not to focus on her Alpha’s rapidly souring scent.

“Strange what we inherit from our ancestors” said Valaera brightly.

“I-I’m very proud of you, A-Aemond, you’re a good husband to V-Valaera”.

“As much as I can be father” muttered Aemond.

Suddenly Aemon let out a loud squeal and Valaera reacted instantly by lifting him away from the King who groaned in pain.

“Mayhaps we should let the King rest” said Aemond.

“We’ll see you later grandsire” muttered Valaera quietly.

“L-Later. I shall be dining with my family. Valaera will be there with Aemond”.

Valaera exchanged a look of confusion with Aemond who shrugged and beckoned for his Omega to step away from the bed.

“Let the Maester see to him. Come Valaera, we should return to the twins” urged Aemond.

Valaera took one last look at Viserys and then followed Aemond out of the King’s chambers.

It was obvious that the King didn’t have much time left, but Valaera was glad he got to meet Aemon.

“I hate family gatherings” whined Aegon.

“You only hate them because you have to behave” retorted Aemond as he took a seat next to his brother.

“Ahh. The favoured brother returns. How’s thing’s?” asked Aegon.

“Not good” muttered Aemond.

“Come on tell your big brother, and don’t lave anything out” urged Aegon as he poured himself a cup of wine.

Aemond looked around cautiously before he told his brother about almost losing Aemon and then the argument with Valaera and how things have been a little strained between them since.

“It’s in an Alpha’s nature to be protective. Don’t worry too much brother, thing’s with you and Valaera will work out eventually”.

“You know something strange is going on in the Red Keep, first mother apologizes for her attitude towards my children, then she admits that she was in the wrong and now you are making entirely too much sense. Who are you? and what have you done with my brother?” asked Aemond.

“I’ve always been full of good sense, just nobody ever paid attention” laughed Aegon.

“The only thing you’ve ever been full of is cheap wine” replied Aemond.

“Not true. I was full of my husband earlier. Little morning delight, absolutely fantastic”

I did not want to hear that. Gods, Aegon you’re so gross.

“What’s fantastic” asked Valaera.

“N-Nothing at all. Don’t you dare” snapped Aemond as Aegon started laughing.

“Is everything ok?”

“It’s fine Issa jorrāelagon” replied Aemond (My love).

“How are my nephews doing?” asked Aegon.

“If you actually came to greet us upon arrival then you’d know” said Aemond sternly.

“I was actually busy with my own children brother”.

“That’s not what you said a moment ago” said Aemond smirking.

“Ha, you’ve got me there little brother. I hear all three of your pups have their dragons?”

“Yes, the dragon keepers tried to take them to the pit when we first arrived, but Vaella threw a fit, so the hatchlings are safely nestled within the nursery” muttered Aemond.

“Ahh my niece certainly does have a flare for the drama, I wonder where she gets that from” laughed Aegon.

“Not me I can assure you” snapped Aemond.

Both Valaera and Aegon gave Aemond a stunned look before they burst into fits of laughter.

It’s good to hear my Omega laugh. Gods how I’ve missed the sound.

Suddenly the doors opened, and the rest of the family joined them. The King of course was carried to his place at the table, not having the strength to make it on his own.

As everyone took their places, Aemond felt Valaera take his hand. The Alpha looked at his Omega for a moment before a pleased purr rumbled across his chest.

They were going to be ok.

“How good it is to see my family around me” wheezed Viserys “I-I wish to raise a toast to my son Aemond and my grandson Valaera, and their children Vhalarr, Vaella and Aemon”.

“I’m impressed he even remembered their names” muttered Aegon.

Valaera scowled at her uncle but raised her goblet in acknowledgment of her grandsire’s toast.

“It gladdens my heart to know that we are finally united. I may not walk amongst you for much longer, but I will leave this world with the knowledge that House Targaryen will carry on for generations to come” said Viserys as he fell back into his seat.

After a few seconds of slightly awkward silence, Valaera stood up to make a toast.

“I wish to raise my cup to my husband. There has never been another Alpha for me, and I’m truly blessed to call him mine. Aemond is the embodiment of everything that is good in this world, and I vow to love him for the rest of my life and beyond” said Valaera proudly.

The entire room was silent, everyone was staring so intently at Valaera that the Omega began to worry that she’d done the wrong thing in making her toast.

I just wanted my Alpha to know how much I love him. I don’t want us to fight anymore.

Then Aemond rose from his seat and pulled Valaera into a hug.

“Issa precious nūmio. Avy jorrāelan sir se va moriot” whispered Aemond (My precious pearl. I love you now and always).

“I want to raise my cup to my Alpha, thank you for being kind and patient, even though sometimes I don’t deserve it” said Aegon.

“You deserve the world my love” replied Jace, his cheeks-tinged red.

“He loves me” cooed Aegon as he leaned into Jace and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek.

“Let us have some music” exclaimed Viserys.

Aemond and Valaera had resumed their seats and were now openly holding hands at the table.

“I hope I didn’t embarrass you”.

“Not for an instant my sweet, don’t worry” replied Aemond.

Valaera smiled sweetly and looked across the table towards her mother who was blushing at whatever Daemon was whispering to her.

Oh, gods I don’t even want to know.

Helaena and Baela were dancing together, their joyful laughter echoing around the room.

Even Alicent was smiling as she held hands with Viserys.

The food being served was delicious, with everyone eating as much as they could manage.

Valaera however felt sick to her stomach when Jacaerys began snickering as a roasted pig was placed in front of Aemond.

Yet his Alpha simply smiled and raised his cup to Jace mouthing the word ‘strong’.

Jace of course shot out of his seat but was quickly dragged back down by Aegon who shook his head.

Gods Jace your such an idiot at times. Why are brothers so annoying?

However, it soon became too much for the King and he was escorted to his bed chambers.

“Shall we also take our leave my love?” asked Valaera eagerly.

“Is everything ok my sweet?”

“It’s fine Alpha, I just wish to have you too myself that’s all” whispered Valaera.

“A-Are you sure?” asked Aemond.

“Yes, I’m ready. I want you”.

The Alpha inside Aemond roared with delight, his Omega wanted him.

Take her. Knot her. Do it. Now. She’s ready. It’s been so long.

“Apologise but we must also take our leave” muttered Aemond.

“Are you ok?” asked Alicent her voice laced with concern.

“We’re fine mother, just having a new pup can be quite tiring, I bid you all goodnight”.

Aemond didn’t even bother waiting for anyone to respond as he quickly dragged his Omega out of the dining room.

“I wonder what all that was about?” muttered Baela.

“Probably dragging Valaera back to their chambers so he can fuck her into the mattress”.

“AEGON” shouted Alicent.

“What?” exclaimed Aegon, pointedly ignoring his mother’s furious expression.

Later that night as Viserys lay on his bed wheezing into the darkness, he knew his time had come.

His family was finally united, and he could leave this world with the knowledge that House Targaryen would continue. The blood of old Valyria would live on.

“A-Aemma. I-I’m coming”

She’s here. She’s come for me. I’m ready. Take me with you.

“M-My love” whispered Viserys his hand stretched into the darkness.

“Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name. Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm”

She was Queen. Her mother was the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Ever since Viserys had passed everything almost seemed to happen in a blur, their return to Driftmark had been put on hold whilst the coronation took place and there was to be a week of celebrations in honour of the new Queen.

A feast every night in the throne room and a tourney, which Aemond was adamant he didn’t give a shit about, but still entered anyway and ended up winning.

His proud smirk plastered across his face as he placed a wreath of flowers upon his Omega’s head, crowning her the Queen of love and beauty.

“He’s going to be insufferable now” moaned Aegon.

But Valaera was proud, her Alpha was a fearsome fighter, dedicated to his craft.

The people of the realm applauded his victory.

But there was only one way his Alpha wanted to celebrate and soon after the tourney had ended. Valaera had been dragged back to the Red Keep and fucked senseless on the desk in their guest chambers.

“YES! YES!” screamed Valaera.

“That’s it. Come for me!" growled Aemond as he moved his mouth to Valaera’s neck, gently sucking on her scent gland.

Valaera’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she exploded around her Alpha.

Aemond slowed down his thrusts as he waited for Valaera to ride out her peak.

Her Alpha was feeling primal at the sight and sound of his Omega reaching her peak.

More. I need more. She can take it. I know she can.

Once Valaera was satisfied, Aemond started thrusting hard and fast.

Relentless and deep.

Aemond felt Valaera hips moving against his. The both of them in perfect rhythm.

Valaera wrapped her arms tightly around her Alpha’s neck as he slammed into her again and again.

Harder. Deeper. Faster.

All of Valaera’s self-control was long gone.

Both Alpha and Omega were completely lost in the moment, gripping onto each other.

Valaera was on the edge yet again as she begged for more.

Aemond could feel Valaera clenching around him.

That’s it my sweet. Be good for me. I know you can.

Aemond then removed all but the tip of his penis from inside Valaera, gently teasing his sweet Omega.

Valaera writhed against him, trying to impale herself on him.

No Alpha. Don’t tease me. I want it. I want all of you.

"Please. Aemond" whimpered Valaera.

Aemond surged forward. Slow and deep strokes. All the way in, and all the way out. Slow and steady, every inch sliding deep inside his Omega.

Valaera’s brown eyes revealed just how desperate she was for him and Aemond loved it.

He loved watching Valaera struggle to keep her composure. He wanted to drive her crazy with desire.

Valaera moaned with every thrust. Aemond thrust into her one more time as she screamed his name, his knot beginning to swell.

His eyes alight as he fell apart, watching as the peak tore through him.

I love that I can make my Omega come over and over again. It feels so good.

Aemond didn't give Valaera time to recover this time. Instead, he dove into her. Burying himself in Valaera’s tight wet heat completely.

Again and again, he thrust into her, their sweaty bodies colliding. He slammed himself against Valaera as she whimpered nonsensically. Lost in the moment.

"Aemond! Oh, Aemond” screamed Valaera as he felt her Alpha’s knot tugging on her.

"Yes” groaned Aemond loudly.

With that, he thrust into Valaera one final time, shoving his knot deep.

Valaera’s entire body pulsating with euphoria as she clenched tightly around her Alpha.

Aemond threw his head back and moaned loudly as he exploded deep inside Valaera, his knot locking them together.

It took a good while for Valaera to regain her senses.

“A-Alpha” gasped Valaera.

“Hm”

“You-Your amazing” said Valaera smiling.

“As are you my love” replied Aemond, his voice slightly muffled as his face was still buried in his Omega’s neck.

“I think we should bathe” muttered Valaera.

“Give it a few minutes and I’ll call for the maid”.

“Your knot never usually takes this long” whispered Valaera.

“No, but I bit you again” muttered Aemond.

“Y-You did?” questioned Valaera raising a hand to her neck.

Indeed, her Alpha had bitten her again, she was so lost in the euphoria of her Alpha fucking her that she hadn’t even felt it when Aemond had sunk his teeth into her neck.

“Apologise, I don’t know what came over me” said Aemond.

“No. I-I like it” admitted Valaera blushing.

The Omega inside her gloriously happy that her Alpha has renewed their bond.

“Maybe next time you can bite me” muttered Aemond as he slowly withdrew from Valaera.

“I’ll need moon tea” whispered Valaera.

“Won’t the tea you took this morning work?” asked Aemond.

“I think it’s for the best that I take it every time we lay with one another, as we’ve proven we are more than capable of siring children with one another”

“I can’t wait to see you swell with my child again” growled Aemond.

“Maybe wait until Aemon is a little bit older first”.

“However, we can still enjoy the way pups are made” muttered Aemond.

“Yes, we can” replied Valaera giggling as Aemond began tickling her.

“I suppose I best call for the maids and request the moontea” muttered Aemond as he began pulling his breeches and tunic.

“As much as I like the smell of you, I doubt the Queen would appreciate it if we attended the feast smelling of sweat and sex”.

“Why not? It would keep other Alpha’s from thinking they can have what’s mine” growled Aemond.

Anyone even dares to think they can touch what is mine. I’ll slit their throats. I’ll paint the seven kingdoms with their blood.

“No one can have me except you” cooed Valaera.

Aemond pacified by Valaera’s answer gave his Omega a quick kiss before departing their chambers to request a bath for the both of them and the moontea for Valaera.

“Have I mentioned how much I hate this” groaned Aegon as he sifted uncomfortable in his seat.

“You might have mentioned it once or twice” snapped Aemond feeling irritated at his brother’s complaining.

“Why do we need to have a feast every day, we all know she’s Queen”.

“It’s about tradition. The realm coming together to celebrate the beginning of a new era, and it’s not just our half-sister that’s being celebrated it’s your Alpha” said Aemond.

“Ah yes the future King” replied Aegon sarcastically.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you being such a pain in the arse?” asked Aemond.

“Had an argument with Jace” muttered Aegon.

“Do I even want to know what it was about?”

“He wants another pup and I’m just not ready yet. I know Maela is over two-name days old, but I just want to wait a little longer” said Aegon sadly.

“A good Alpha respects his Omega’s choices. Just talk to him, even though Jace is an absolute moron he’s not that bad” replied Aemond.

“Is that how you ended up getting your Omega with child again not even six moons after the birth of your twins because you respected Valaera’s choices?”

“No she got with child-“

“Because he couldn’t keep his knot in his breeches and Valaera forgot to drink moon tea” laughed Baela.

“Is that right?” asked Aegon smiling.

“Honestly you should be glad you don’t live on Driftmark, the amount of sex those two have. No dignity either, all over the place. The library, the gardens, and the beach. Nowhere is safe” exclaimed Baela.

“Shut up” growled Aemond.

“You absolute whore” laughed Aegon.

“I’m going to kill the pair of you if you don’t shut up” snapped Aemond.

“Say isn’t that Cregan Stark talking to Valaera?” asked Baela.

“WHAT! Where?” exclaimed Aemond looking around the throne room.

“Made you look,” laughed Baela.

“You just wait. I’ll get you back for that” retorted Aemond.

“And how will you do that good brother?”

“You’ll see” muttered Aemond.

“What’s going on here?” asked Valaera as she sat down.

“Nothing for you to worry about Issa vok nūmio” replied Aemond as he kissed Valaera’s hand. (My perfect pearl).

“Oh please” laughed Baela as she pretended to be sick.

“Don’t you have your own Omega to annoy good sister?” asked Aemond.

“Prick” mumbled Baela as she rose from the table and returned to Helaena who was busy chatting to her mother.

Suddenly someone cleared their throat, and everyone took their seats as the Queen rose from her seat.

“As Queen it is my duty to ensure the succession of the Iron Throne, after my natural passing my first-born son Jacaerys will become King with his Omega by his side as consort”.

“Where’s she going with this?” muttered Valaera curiously.

“I’m not sure” replied Aemond quietly.

“So, there is no doubt of the future of House Targaryen, my grandson Jaehaerys will inherit the Iron Throne after his father, with my granddaughter Vaella Targaryen by his side as his Queen”.

“WHAT!” shouted Aemond as he sharply rose from his chair.

The entire throne room went silent as they stared at the furious Alpha.

“I wish to betroth Jaehaerys and Vaella” said Rhaenyra firmly.

“NO” snarled Aemond.

“Excuse me?” questioned Rhaenyra.

“Vaella is my daughter, I don’t care that you are Queen, you do not get to make decisions about any of my children without consulting me first”.

“Brother, let us discuss this in private” insisted Rhaenyra.

“Did you know about this??” snapped Aemond.

“What? No, I didn’t” replied Aegon.

“Aemond. That’s enough” warned Jace.

“My daughter is not even two-name days old, and you think you can decide her future without my consideration. Issa dōna tala” snapped Aemond (My sweet daughter).

“Let me handle this Valzȳrys” urged Valaera sternly (Husband).

Aemond nodded his head sharply and stood behind Valaera. Which given the circumstances was quite unusual for an Alpha to willingly concede and allow their Omega to take over.

“Mother you should have consulted with us. We could have come to a decision together”.

“My sweet girl we should discuss this in private,” said Rhaenyra.

“We should have been consulted on this betrothal, Vaella is out daughter”.

“It was really a spur of the moment decision” admitted Rhaenyra.

“Then you could have waited to announce it” snapped Valaera.

Her Omega scent quickly souring. Her protective mother instincts kicking in.

“It wasn’t just Vaella, we had hoped to betroth Vhalarr to-“

“NO” yelled Valaera.

“Valaera” gasped Rhaenyra.

“I love you mother, but Vhalarr and Vaella are not your children. They are mine and Aemond’s, we make the decisions. Not you”

“Cease this infernal argument at once,” shouted Daemon.

Aemond took a step forward and audibly growled at the older Alpha.

“Vhalarr will be the heir to Driftmark and any decisions regarding his future wife will be at the discretion of myself, Aemond and Lord Corlys,” said Valaera.

“Valaera. Please” muttered Rhaenyra.

“Your wrong mother. You should have spoken to us” said Valaera firmly.

“That’s enough Valaera” warned Jace.

“Don’t even think about it” snapped Aemond, his fists clenched.

“I will not seek to draw further attention to this matter Your Grace. My Alpha and I will return to Driftmark with our children on the morrow” said Valaera sternly.

“You don’t have to do that”.

“Yes, I do. Should you have need of me or my Alpha then you may of course send a raven”.

Valaera didn’t even wait for her mother to respond; she grabbed hold of Aemond and dragged him out of the Throne Room.

“I take it your mother is unaware that Vhalarr will become a Velaryon upon his ascension to the Driftwood throne?” asked Corlys.

“The opportunity never presented itself” muttered Valaera.

“I suppose it doesn’t really matter considering Viserys requested Rhaenyra and Laenor’s eldest child take the name Targaryen when he becomes King” said Corlys.

Jacaerys Targaryen. Sounds really weird.

“Did we overreact grandsire?” asked Valaera.

“Both you and Aemond acted as any parent would” replied Corlys.

“How could she think to make such an announcement without even consulting us first?”

“Your mother has just been crowned Queen, there are still those in the realm that would rather have a King. Ensuring the future order of succession for the Iron Throne protects her reign and that of your brother” explained Corlys.

“She still should have consulted us. You know how protective Aemond can be”.

“Alpha’s are naturally inclined to protect their Omegas and any pups they have” replied Corlys.

“I just don’t know what to do. The betrothal itself does make sense. But I just can’t get past the fact that my mother didn’t even stop to ask us”.

“Maybe just give it a few more days and then send a raven to your mother inviting her to Driftmark” suggested Corlys.

“Do you think that’s such a good idea?” muttered Valaera.

“Better to sort things out now” replied Corlys.

Grandsire is right. I need to speak to my mother. She needs to realise what she did was wrong.

“I’ll need to speak with Aemond first,” said Valaera.

“You want to what?” asked Aemond.

“Invite my mother to Driftmark, we need to sort this out Aemond” exclaimed Valaera.

“Hm”

“I know your angry and believe me so am I, but we can’t leave things as they are” urged Valaera.

Aemond remained silent for what seemed like an age before he blessed Valaera with a response.

“I will not have her making decisions for our pups. We are their parents and ultimately any decisions regarding future betrothals should go through us” groused Aemond.

“I agree. We decide” replied Valaera.

“I understand the importance of duty, but I would like our pups to have a voice” said Aemond sternly.

“Me too” whispered Valaera.

“I’ve always had to fight to get what I want, but when it came to marrying you. It was my choice. I requested your hand, and my father granted it. Being with you is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I want that for our pups” muttered Aemond.

Valaera wrapped her arms around her Alpha and breathed in his scent. It had become less sour since they’d left Kings Landing.

The flight back to Driftmark had been awful. Aemond was furious and Vhagar could feel her rider’s anger through their bond. The old she dragon, grumbled and growled all the way back to Driftmark. Even Arrax who was normally quite chirpy was sullen and agitated.

It was only the presence of the pups that seemed to keep the dragons from reacting further.

“Will your mother be coming alone?” asked Aemond.

“I haven’t sent the raven yet, but I can request that she comes alone”.

“Good. I have little patience as it is and if your brother dares to show his face, I will end up smashing his teeth in” admitted Aemond.

“Despite his outwardly bravado, I know Jace is absolutely terrified of you” muttered Valaera.

Good. I’ll make sure the ‘strong’ bastard remains that way. He’s lucky I haven’t gutted him.

“You were also terrified of me and one point” said Aemond.

“Indeed, I was but you were pretty good at convincing me otherwise”.

“I’d like think so” whispered Aemond as he placed a gentle kiss on his Omega’s lips.

Suddenly a knock at their door broke them out of their love haze.

“Enter” stated Aemond firmly.

“My princes, the children have awoken from their afternoon nap. They call for you”.

“Thank you, Tarla,” replied Valaera as she rushed out of the room.

“I wish to extend my apology to you”.

“M-Me my Prince why?” asked Tarla.

“We left Kings Landing after our disagreement with the Queen and gave no thought to how you would return to Driftmark and for that you have my apology” replied Aemond.

“It is not required my Prince, I sailed back to Driftmark with Lord Corlys”.

“You are one of the only few people that I trust with my pups. I wish for you to be happy and well looked after during your time with my family” said Aemond.

“I appreciate your kind words my Prince” exclaimed Tarla.

“Here” said Aemond as he handed Tarla a bag of gold coins.

“N-No my Prince I cannot”

“Yes, you can. Take them with my thanks, you need not spend them all at once. I will be insulted if you don’t take them” replied Aemond.

“I don’t wish to insult you my Prince, but I must take my leave. I have other duties to attend too” exclaimed Tarla.

“Go do not let me keep you” said Aemond.

Tarla bowed her head towards the Alpha and then quickly left the room.

The raven had been sent and a week later the screeches of Syrax could be heard echoing around Driftmark, announcing the arrival of the Queen.

Valaera felt a little anxious as she awaited his mother’s arrival, but Aemond couldn’t give two shits, he only agreed to her visit for the sake of his Omega.

“Do you think she’ll mind that I’m sitting here?” asked Valaera.

“You’re the heir to Driftmark, you may sit where you please” replied Aemond sternly.

“Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name. Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm”

When Rhaenyra entered the Hall of Nine, she paused at the sight of her daughter sitting on the Driftwood Throne, with her Alpha standing next to her.

“Where is Lord Corlys?” asked Rhaenyra.

“My grandsire had matters to attend to in Spice Town” replied Valaera sternly.

“It is not Lord Corlys you’ve come to see Your Grace” said Aemond.

“No, it is not”.

“Let us cut to the chase then” said Valaera firmly.

��I am aware that my announcement surrounding the betrothal of Jaehaerys and Vaella was improper and ill timed”.

“A pity you couldn’t see that before you opened your mouth” growled Aemond.

“Careful brother, I’m still the Queen and I will not tolerate rudeness” retorted Rhaenyra.

“I give no shit to who you are, not when it concerns my pups” snarled Aemond.

“Is this how you let your husband speak to your mother?” asked Rhaenyra.

“Aemond is angry mother and so am I. You didn’t even think to consult us over matters surrounding our own children,” said Valaera.

“I apologise for what happened, but sweet girl surely you can see the benefits of a betrothal between Jaehaerys and Vaella”.

“Yes, I can. But the thing is Your Grace, it’s not the betrothal that’s the problem, it’s you making decisions for children that do not belong to you” replied Valaera.

“It was not just Vaella either. You were after betrothing Vhalarr” growled Aemond.

“May I ask who you were offering the future heir of Driftmarks hand too?

“Well, I thought about Maela” replied Rhaenyra.

“Vhalarr is not free to marry, he’s already betrothed” announced Valaera.

“W-What. To whom?” asked Rhaenyra.

“Daena, she is the granddaughter of the Lady Laena and the great granddaughter of Lord Corlys. Velaryon blood will sit the Driftwood Throne” replied Valaera.

Rhaenyra clenched her jaw as the implication of Valaera’s words hung in the air like a foul stench.

“So, you betroth your son with no fuss but will not accept a betrothal set forth by your own Queen”.

“Because we were consulted on Vhalarr’s betrothal to Daena, and there were conditions that were also agreed upon,” said Valaera.

“Such as?” asked Rhaenyra.

“The children will of course wed when they are of the appropriate age, they will enter a period of courtship and if at the end they do not wish to marry for whatever reason then the betrothal will be broken and Vhalarr will be able to seek his own match” stated Valaera.

“So, his betrothal to Daena is provisional?”

“Yes” muttered Valaera.

“Bearing in mind that both pups are still young in their years” said Aemond.

“Could the same arrangement be put into place for Jaehaerys and Vaella?”

“That’s something you would need to discuss with Jacaerys and Aegon,” said Valaera.

“I will speak to them on my return to Kings Landing and let you know of the outcome”.

“Very well, however I do suggest you make haste mother. There is a storm approaching and I would hate for you to be caught in it” stated Valaera nodding at the guard stationed at the door.

Rhaenyra soon realised that her visit to Driftmark was over when a number of guards entered the Hall of Nine with the intention of escorting her back to her dragon.

“I pray that you have a safe journey Your Grace” said Aemond.

Rhaenyra glared at her half-brother’s false attempt at sincerity. She knew he had no care for her and if truth be told the feeling was mutual.

The only thing they had in common was their love for Valaera.

“Farewell mother. I hope to hear from you soon”.

“I shall write to you as soon as I am able” replied Rhaenyra, she had hoped that Valaera would come and wrap her arms around her just she used to when she was a child, but she never left the Driftwood Throne.

The only movement she made was to take Aemond’s hand.

“I love you my sweet girl”.

“I love you mother” replied Valaera.

Rhaenyra gave her daughter one last smiled before she left the Hall of Nine surrounded by guards.

“D-Did I do ok?” asked Valaera.

“Oh, my sweet you were perfect” replied Aemond.

“I wasn’t too harsh, was I?”

“No, you acted accordingly” said Aemond smiling.

“What are you smiling at?”

“You look like you belong up there, it suits you” exclaimed Aemond.

“Even if I am Strong” whispered Valaera.

“Hm”

“Aemond. What?” gasped Valaera as she was pulled to her feet.

“I simply wish to pledge my loyalty to the heir to Driftmark”.

“Does pledging your loyalty involve you lifting my skirts?” asked Valaera.

“It helps. But my pledge is more physical in nature” muttered Aemond.

“Is that right?”

“Well, you see my Lady, I’m going to bend you over and fuck you on the Driftwood Throne”.

“Oh my god” gasped Valaera as Aemond’s hand slipped into her small clothes.

[astharoshebarvon]

Lucerys/Aemond ABO AU

Rhaenyra couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Her brother had guts to do this, she’ll give him that. Not anyone could come to her home and ask for her sweet boy’s hand. 

“What did you say, Aemond?”

Aemond held his head high, even though he could sense the other alpha’s anger towards him. Daemon looked seconds away from pressing that famed sword of his to his neck.

“I said, my sister, wed Lucerys to me. and you may fly to kingslanding this instant and have your throne.” He paused, “my elder brother has run away, he has no wish for a throne and is ill suited to it. My grandfather will try to put me on it but I don’t care for him or for what he wants.”

Rhaenyra laughed, “and why should I use by son as a bargaining chip for my rightful throne? It is mine, it has always been before you all were even born.” She smiled sadly, “I cant accept this, brother. I love my children and I will never ever hurt my sweet boy. He is not something to be bartered with. He is my child.”

Aemond sighed, “he is not a bartering chip sister. I said it before I care for him and that’s why I wish to wed him. If we are wed, Vhagar will be lost to my grandfather and I know he will lose all thoughts of usurpation. The lords on his side are there because of me and Vhagar. Their mouths will remain shut otherwise,” He shrugged, “though you can kill them because they are just a bunch of filth. My brother’s dragon has fled with his, my sister’s wont fight either, they are banking on the chance that Vhagar and I will be their hounds in this fight.”

Daemon snorted, “boy, why would we care about that old dragon of yours when I can unleash the whole horde of Dragonmont on your cunt of a grandfather.”

He glared at Aemond, “I will burn the capital and oldtown to the ground if my wife’s right is taken from her. And I will personally kill that war dragon of yours. Caraxes will tear that old crone’s throat if she even tries anything.” His eyes turned colder, “you can forget about us falling for your tricks boy. I will not bind my son to you. You think I don’t get what you are trying to do?”

Aemond wearily looked at his uncle, “something you and my elder sister tried with your elder brother?”

A painful silence was left in wake of Aemond’s words. Rhaenyra looked stunned while Daemon was looking at Aemond as if he wished to throw him and Vhagar in front of Cannibal and be done with it. The wild, untamed, ancient dragon would surely appreciate this gift.

“You forget your place, nephew.” Daemon’s voice was too soft. “I, unlike you, Aemond, loved my niece. You don’t love our son, you just want revenge for your eye from Luke.”

[hellsite-proteins]

It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.  Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guardand countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse. To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.

I had to google this quote because i didn't recognize it, but apparently this is from warhammer 40k. i have a friend who plays that, but i had no idea there was all that much lore. neat :)

letter sequence in this ask matching protein-coding amino acids:

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protein guy analysis:

this is an unpleasant thing, with different types of upsetting structures throughout. despite containing over 1200 amino acids, only a handful of alpha helices could be made, with the rest falling into long, winding loops. what's worse is that the longer, straighter loops in this protein seem to be rife with cis bonds (long sections where all of the blue atoms or all of the red atoms form a straight line, seen mostly on the upper left of the surface representation). there is no sense of order or coherent design to be found, and no part of this protein wants to work with anything around it. we can see only chaos and disappointment.

predicted protein structure:

cartoon representation

surface representation

[sweetvelaryon]

YOU AND FOREVERMORE

in another universe where somehow the greens win but they decide to keep Rhaenyra sons alive because of the decline in Targaryen blood. their still proclaimed bastards but to save Luke, baela rushes to marry him because she is presented as an Alpha. they turn into a second Laenor and Rhaenyra situation. when Luke delivered another son that hold no resemblance to Baela but of the commander of city watch, Jacaerys Strong. (yeah they wanted everyone to know who's bastards they were) it didn't really matter because the boys had silver hair and violet eyes taking after their grandmother, Rhaenyra. Luke is forced to bring his third kid right after giving birth to Aegon, Alicent, and Aemond. they try to proclaim the babe a bastard but it's hard to do that when he has the Targaryen genes. when he gets back to his room with Baela at his side Jace is there with two other boys, Baelon and Aemon. baelon runs around to see if he had a brother or sister while Aemon checks on his muña. the boys blab to their mother how they picked a dragon egg for the baby from Arrax's clutch.

"another boy. I heard." Jace said as he looked down at Lucerys. Luke stared up at him with much love in his eyes and gave a small nod.

"what's his name?" Jace asked as baela rocked the baby boy back and forth.

"daemon," baela answered.

"he's beautiful. good job, my prince," Jace says as he glanced down at Luke. They shared a smile before Jace looked back at the baby.

"Baela, Jace would like to hold Daemon," Lucerys spoke up.

baela held no bad blood with the actual father. she handed him the baby. she clapped her hands to her other sons, "alright boys! time to get back to the dragonpit, Caraxes and the fucking cannibal are waiting for you both." (yeah baelon claimed Caraxes at the ripe age of five he's now seven and Aemon claimed the cannibal at age five as well and he's now six)

a small nod shared between the alpha's before they leave. jacaerys had practically grown into Harwin's shadow while Lucerys stayed the same just a bit taller and a spitting image of Rhaenyra.

"You're asleep in front of the commander of the city watch," he glances to Lucerys, "terrible lack of respect."

"I'm afraid that sort of insolence runs in the family," he smiled back at him.

part 2?