#lucemond drabble

[fantasylandblues]

modern!lucemond college au

modern lucemond fics have had a real chokehold on me for a while, so here's my attempt at a lucemond college au! (i wanted to include some minor jacegon at some point but still don't know how's that gonna go lol.) this turned into a whole ass drabble but just hear me out (and pls be nice!!!):

Lucerys Velaryon (22) is an undergrad student majoring in ocean studies. Aemond Targaryen (26) is getting his post-grad in modern-age westerosi politics at the same institution, the Crownlands College of King's Landing, Westeros, of valyrian tradition.

in his free time, Lucerys takes theatre lessons at school. he has a scholarship and makes the best of it, although he wouldn't consider himself to be particularly bright (he also has some trouble focusing). he walks with the determination of someone who's got places to be, though maybe that's just to appear stronger or more confident than he actually is. Luce's got a somewhat tall build now, but years of being undermined by his peers have worn down his shoulders and his joyful, boyish appearence.

his older brother, Jacaerys (24), is the one who got him into theatre in the first place, although Jace now pursues his passion for the martial arts, teaching children and teenagers alike. he's known for being short tempered among his friends and family, but is as good with those kids as he once was with his little brother during their formative years. they currently share a two bedroom apartment and often hang out at their neighbors', Baela and Rhaena's, sisters who sometimes feel like perfect female versions of them.

Aemond lives alone, but often meets up with his confidant and cool sister Helaena (27) at the campus restaurant. Helaena is an English professor there at Crownlands with a passion for teaching medieval histories. she has the study of biology as her main hobby and is often seen carrying a book or two on entomology which she borrows from the library on her free time.

it's not uncommon to catch Aemond at the olympic pool well past everyone's school hours, swimming focusedly as a way to clear his mind. he comes from a somewhat influent family, the Targaryens, and knows he will soon be introduced to the actual world of westerosi politics, so he gets to focus all of his energy on his studies and training, almost as if striving to achieve the best version of himself. back home, he cares for his pet lizard, Vhagar - named after the goddess of war in valyrian mythology, a name only his sister could come up with.

he's lost his eye and gained that terrible scar in a scrap with his brother many years ago, which needless to say went too far. he remembers seeing Aegon with their father's letter opener in hand, and then waking up in the hospital to his mother's worried eyes. there are days in which he proudly wears unnatural, dark-colored prosthetics, and days in which he just puts in a clear one and patches it up.

his brother Aegon (29) works remotely as a manager in their grandfather's company, a job he doesn't particularly like but was left with no choice but to take. he is still recovering from the car accident that left him paralysed from the waist down and with severe burns along his body. with his little daughter by his side, he's been dealing with this new life surprisingly well, as well as finding a new joy for parenting.

despite being bitter for years on end, Aemond could no longer hold a grudge against him after the terrible accident. they have been finding ways to remedy their relationship ever since.

beloved by his colleagues, Lucerys is easy to talk to, somewhat extroverted and ballsy, even, although he would rather shield from too much intimacy. being gay is an issue he thinks he's got handled, thank you very much, if that means getting with guys in seedy corners and never bringing that up in conversation. people know, of course, but it bothers Jace that he's never ever heard a mention of a special name.

that day, he strides out of the school's pool bathrooms with the uneasiness that's left in the bottom of his stomach after one of those types of encounters. a few swimmers are packing their stuff up for the day, and he looks just so out of place in his jeans and t-shirt.

Aemond knows confidently what he wants, yet is hard to approach for those who haven't earned his trust, and would very much like to mantain that hardened image. but it doesn't bother him that he craves like a human being, that he craves small and he craves grabbable, just enough to leave small bruises where his hands have been, and he would definitely benefit from fisting a handful of those brown locks he's just laid eyes upon. or maybe he shouldn't be thinking that while clad in nothing but tight swim attire.

let me know if this is anything! my askbox is open for feedback and shenanigans~

[jaegonsmoon]

I love the fics where the three boys are actually trueborn Valeryon-Targarian boys, like Harwin helps Laenor in the bedroom and such. So, like, it's funny imagining that all three are trueborn but they got Nyra's skin color and Rheanys's hair color like "canon" but have that specific Valeryon birthmark except all 3 have it in a very specific place that you can't see like the inner thigh or midback.

So imagine Alicent still tries to start the rumors that they're bastards till someone mentions the boys birthmark and such or Aegon or Aemond mention the birthmark and now Alicent knows she's in shit bc they're trueborn, genetics are just wild.

Or if we go the a/o/b way Aegon and Aemond are mates with Jace and Luke respectively.

Their pups come out with Laenor's skin tone and now THEY'RE the ones who are being called "whores" and whatever till their fathers show the birthmark that comes from Rheanys side of the fam.

so a while ago I made this one shot on twt bc it was inspired by a word prompt over there, but also very slightly inspired by this ask. I totally forgot to post it but I’m doing so now that I remembered. apologies ik is not what you were asking per se but I wanted to let you know that I read you and thought of you when I wrote the last bits of it :)

[EDIT]

I’m posting the ficlet in your answer now, (honestly should’ve done just that fron the start) since ppl in ao3 are straight up miserable and it’s so discouraging to share anything this days anymore. apologies!!

~say yes to heaven~

Pairing: Aemond/Lucerys

Tags: omega Aemond, alpha Lucerys, married aemond, infidelity, Lord of the Tides Lucerys.

For all his mother tried to presume her children marriages, Aemond led a pretty unhappy life. He was married to an alpha who refused to bond with him and refused to give him children until he’d see it ‘fit’—so naturally, the man was not happy when Aemond finally got pregnant.

It had happened after his monthly trip to King’s Landing, where the family had been summoned to attend royal business. His husband didn’t feel like going at that time, which Aemond was relieved about for once. He cherished the distance between him and his husband whenever it was granted.

Being there surrounded by his family put him at ease, something he never felt back at his husband’s. However, there was something Aemond didn't expect and that was to run into his nephew. Lucerys, to be more specific.

Aemond knew the boy was an alpha, though he’d presented a little late. Right after Aemond’s wedding. He remembers his father’s words when they got the news. “Ah, a pity it was so late. If I could’ve known, it would’ve been the perfect match for Aemond.”

His mother had been scandalised at such suggestion. But at that point, begrudgingly so, Aemond wasn’t. Anything would’ve been better than the deal he had gotten. Even if that meant that he’d be mated to the boy who took his eye and maimed him.

At least he would be bonded.

Lucerys was growing into a fine man. He’d gotten tall and was buffing out a bit. His face remained boyish looking, but he could see the resemblance of Harwin Strong starting to bleed through—but even then, he could see so much of his sister in him, too. He was beautiful, his nephew, there was no point in denying that fact. Joyful and free spirited. He was a prince of the realm and a soon-to-be Lord of the Tides. And Aemond found himself wishing it had really been him. Because even in the remaining bitterness he inevitably still held against his nephew, he could see his gentleness. And perhaps, Aemond, can’t help but delude himself, he could’ve even been happy.

A lot ended up happening on this trip. Aemond’s father, the King, died that week, and everything was a mess. He knew of his grandfather’s displeasure of his sister’s claim to the throne, he knew how he would still try to pull and stir some shit against the rightful heir, despite his mother siding with Rhaenyra. She at last recognised none son of hers had a claim to the throne after Viserys made it clear countless of times.

Aegon was an omega as well, happily mated and married to Jacaerys, they already had three children. He would be Queen consort eventually, that eased their mother a bit. In truth, neither Aemond, Aegon nor Daeron cared for the metal chair. And still—even when some stuff went down, Rhaenyra’s coronation still happened right after Viserys II’s funeral, and everything went according to plan.

Aemond got pissed drunk that day.

Along with Aegon, Jace and Luke who joined them last. Joffrey and Daeron were not here. They were in Essos, studying in the free cities because they were betas and had that kind of freedom. They also had privilege.They missed their mother and sister’s succession because they were too far away to arrive in time. Meanwhile Aemond was stuck, playing the sad, pathetic trophy wife to someone who didn’t even want the trophy. ‘Nor did he fucking deserved it.’ Those had been Luke’s words.

He’d continued to whine and complain about it all, he didn’t care. The drinks kept coming so the more he talked. One thing led to the other and the next thing he knew he was back in his chambers, mouth and body being devoured by his nephew’s perfect mouth. He’d never come so many times in a row. Hell, he had never come by somebody else’s ministrations at all before.

He’d like to say that it was the alcohol that led him to make this disgraceful deed, but it wasn’t. Because it kept happening. Again, and again, and again. And he let his nephew knot him each time. Because Aemond didn’t give a fuck anymore. He was tired of feeling so unwanted. So unloved. Luke made him see stars. He gave him a taste of life in each kiss, in every single touch of his hands and lips. He didn’t care. In fact, he wanted to be so full of his bastard nephew that he would bear him his own bastards.

Luke almost bites him. Multiple times, and Aemond almost let him. He wanted to let him, but he knew better, they both did.

And that’s how Aemond returned to what he was forced to call home. So well fucked and with his bastard nephew’s seed growing inside him.

His husband didn’t notice, why would he? The fool was always drunk out of his mind. When he had questioned Aemond, telling him he couldn’t recall; all he’d say was “You were drunk, dear, it was right before I left.” And they left it at that, his husband threw a fit about this not being the right time, something about how Rhaenyra’s succession had been disgraceful for their business and his house was losing money like crazy. Aemond didn’t care, he didn’t even listen most of the time. All he could feel and think was the life that grew inside his womb every day, and how it was not tainted by that scumbag, but blessed by the fire and blood he and his baby’s true sire shared.

When Aemond had his son, he had him in King’s Landing. He’d spoken to his mother stating his wish and how he wanted good maesters. He didn’t trust anyone in his lord husband’s wretched place. His mother had spoken to his sister and Rhaenyra had gladly accepted, so when there were only two moons before his labours, he moved to the Keep.

The absence of his lord husband was very much felt as the days passed. Aemond sat by one of weirwood trees in the Godswood one afternoon when the Queen approached him. They shared small talk and some sweets she’d summoned for them. Aemond was obsessed with cranberry tarts recently.

She then cornered him. “Tell me brother, how are you, truly?”

The day was sunny and warm, but breezy. Aemond took in a deep breath before he answered his sister-queen.

“As of right now, I am well enough. I like being here, it’s— I feel like it does me good.” He replied sincerely.

Rhaenyra hummed, a gesture that made them so similar at times; she schooled him. “What about your marriage?”

Aemond didn’t catch the way his body tensed in time to mask it, yet his face remained impassive. “What of it?”

“Are you content?”

He pursed his lips and kept quiet, trying to find a way to make it sound the less miserable he could.

“Because if you’re not, all you have to do is ask.” She said after taking his silence for what it was: no.

“Ask?” Aemond winced.

The Queen nodded. “You say the word and I will annul it. There’s no reason for you to be in an uncomfortable or unlovable situation. It’s not benefiting anyone, I don’t need any alliances with your lord husband, he’s not the heir of his house. His brother and father are already sworn to me. As for the child, they’re a Targaryen firstmost, no disgrace will fall upon them, or you, the Queen’s younger brother. Not under my rule.”

Aemond let her words settle, words that filled him with both, relief and dread. It meant the world to him to finally have somebody on his side, to have his back this way, but also that could mean other things. Like a chance to properly be with the one he truly loved. It made him chilly, though, the thought of not being loved the same way in return. The possibilities both scared him and freed him.

“Thank you, your grace.”

Lucerys had come to visit upon learning that Aemond was back in King’s Landing, alone. The alpha flew often from Driftmark.

The second the alpha approached him at night upon his arrival, he'd cornered him, scenting viciously at his neck. “It’s mine, isn’t it?” One of his hands cradled his swollen stomach gently. “I put that baby in your belly?”

Aemond moaned softly, his knees almost giving out.

“Yes,” he’d admitted against his mouth, a private whisper. Then he tried to bite down a smile as he spoke again. “I’m giving you a bastard, bastard.”

Lucerys made sweet, deep love to him that night. It was their truth.

When the baby was born, his husband had been summoned. It was his duty, plus the Queen’s orders. He wasn’t in the birthing room, Dowager Queen Alicent, his mother, was instead.

Aemond birthed a son with violet eyes and soft brown hair that curled at the ends. A curious thing, because his husband was a ginger with icy blue eyes.

But not as curious as the peculiar birthmark the boy carried on one of his little wrists.

“You did well, brother.” Queen Rhaenyra says as she holds her nephew for the first time.

Aemond could only smile a little from where he rested on his bed now. Lucerys was there too, he just arrived quietly. Aemond acknowledged him with a meaningful look.

“How adorable,” Rhaenyra cooed, playing with the newborn baby’s small hand, now tracing the birthmark she noticed there. “You know, Lucerys has the same unique birthmar—” she cut herself off immediately, and the room went tensely quiet.

[velaryoncoffee]

There was a strange familiarity in the scene, mirroring near perfectly the way they had been on that fateful day so many years in their past.

Aemond's fingers squeezed around his throat, chin smeared with fresh blood from where Luke had punched him in the mouth.

He looked at Aemond with a desperate plea in his eyes, but a deep sense of confusion flushed him. In that moment, he found himself uncertain of the very thing he was pleading for. Pleading for Aemond to relase him, his mind told him, pleading for mercy and to flee. Worryingly, though, was the overwhelming burn in his gut, pleading instead for more. For the fingers digging into his skin and the palm pressing into his windpipe to squeeze harder. For Aemond to bring him closer and claim him before the very words spilled from his wobbling lip, caught halfway in his throat where Aemond gripped.

[zuzufromtheafterlife]

Littered Neck

Lucerys woke slowly, groggy from the late night before. The first thing he noticed as his senses slowly came to him was the empty space next to him, cold from the absence of a body. Lucerys didn't mind waking alone, not as he sat up slowly and noticed the ache in his body.

Pushing himself up and bunching the sheets around his nude body, Lucerys paced through the room, prepared to walk back to his room as he was before he caught sight of his reflection. Littering his neck were dark hickeys that spanned the length of his pale neck.

Read here on ao3 @eclipsingbingo

[lcmdevents]

Announcing our next event!

Hello Lucemond enjoyers!! Bites of Lucemond, a short-form fanworks event for ficlets, drabbles, doodles, and sketches, will run Sunday July 6th  to Saturday July 12th 2025. Prompts will be posted soon! There will be 3 for each day.

This event is for fanworks that are little bites, not big meals! Check out the Ao3, rules and FAQ here: bitesofLcmd

Bite-sized info: 📅Dates: Sun. July 6th - Sat. July 12th # Event hashtag: #bitesofLcmd ✏️Prompts: here ℹ️Ao3 page: bitesofLcmd

[corviids]

Is now the time I will beg for a drabble of lucemond being possessive of each other in front of everyone? Yes, it is! (Misty dream verse, I love it when people realize there's a reason they have so many children)

Someone tries to hit on one of them thinking they hate each other and the other turns feral.

Pretty please!

why have normal relationship when u can have possessive dragon husband

[coleoffduty]

Hi! Can you tell me about any fics you have ideas for but haven't written yet? I follow you on Pinterest and see there are some boards for fics you haven't posted yet?

hello~ errr i’ve got a ton of fics i haven’t even touched or are in the process of being written (i’ve got 11/31 of my wips done (lol yes i have anon fics) and only 1/6 of my series completed so…)

but! i can talk a little about the few boards i made on pinterest that are wips! most of them are pertaining to series i already have out anyways so—

for legacies’ series:

‘then you want the outside in’; a sequel to both legacies and ‘your turn me inside out’, following current aged up rhaenyra and alicent as they navigate through their current problems in life all the while finding their ways back to each other (lots of angst and i presume smut? i’ll have to see)

‘milk it’; both a sequel and prequel to legacies as i’m for sure gonna write rhaenys and corlys’ story as well as helaena and aegon’s + drabbles on lucerys and aemond (mix of angst, romance, and mentions of substance abuse)

brutus’ series:

‘dutiful wife’; the formation of jacaerys’ and aegon’s relationship during and after the brutus timeline takes place with helaena in the mix, but not really focused on her character wise. i’ve got a chapter and a half written for that one but find it hard to get back to working on as brutus is very lore centered so details really matter (a lot of religious motifs and guilt)

‘colors of conquest’; similar to ‘milk it’ as it’ll be a sequel and a prequel in a sense to brutus. i want to cover the time gap between aemond leaving luke to him coming back and for sure dip into my lucemond all daughter clan (slice of life with canonical violence and religious motifs)

harry potter au:

‘pureblood, mudblood’; i’ve talked about this wip a little but about two years ago when i watched ‘bama rush’ on max lololol,,, i really enjoy the concept of there being this secret organization in this asoiaf version of hogwarts and how the targs founded it but there’s animosity between aemond and aegon + jace and luke about it. i haven’t touched on this wip for a while but it’s super cute despite the secret society part. (‘magic au, slice of life, enemies to friends to lovers)

dead dove fics:

‘nurtured hobbies’; i don’t know how to talk about this fic without giving too much away even with the mood board,,, it starts off normal and quickly evolves into madness. luke is a zoology/marine bio major and aemond is a history professor, former medical student. it’s basically a dark version of ‘phantoms & fishbowls’. (dd, captivity, god complexes and inferiority complexes)

‘build god, then we’ll talk’; sequel to ‘is this fate (or is this fear)— while it’s a sci-fi centered/magic au there’ll be more severe tropes as the last time we saw aemond, he was already off the deep end and is only plummeting down steadily. it’ll go into the machine and the owl more but also luke’s relationship with harwin + his mother as things come out which of course affects things with aemond (non-con, psychological abuse)

others:

‘roman holiday’; a bottomond fic i also mentioned a long time ago. edwardian era with the targs still as nobles, lucerys as lord of harrenhal (harwin is king consort). aemond is given the title of a duke to his own estate by rhaenyra with the catch that he has to tour and learn from lucerys and larys on how to manage a household. (smut smut and smut me thinks)

‘this is where i leave you’; based on one of my fav comfort movies, it’ll be lucemond centered with rhaenicent sprinkles. i have the prologue written and the chapter outlines, the plot revolving around the family dynamics as they’re forced to come together for the first time since childhood. (grief, angst, fluff, and reconciliation)

wow that was a lot but hope this was enough of a sneak peek,,, hope to get to some of these soon <3

[bleedouthoney]

hello i’m penny ^_^ new writing blog for my drabbles and fun other things!!!!!

i love a lot of media but stuff i’ve been wanting to focus on include:

mickey 17 (17/18)

house of the dragon (lucemond, aegond)

twilight (bella/edward/jacob)

elden ring (so much)

sekiro: shadows die twice (genikiro)

rpf (peterick, frerard, the strokes)

supernatural (wincest)

so much more!!!

disclaimer that this blog will be dead dove! 🪦🕊️

feel free to ask or request anything in the submission box :3 ok bye

[fatedfeud-server-events]

Hello all Lucemond shippers!!!

The Fated Feud server is hosting a week long event for August 6-12. The event will welcome drabbles, Artwork, and fics. If you’re interested in joining our server here is a link : https://discord.gg/hTKgQvTD

(The events hashtag is #LcmdFatedAu )

Attached is a photo of our prompts, see you soon 💙

[unohanabbygirl]

nooo lucemond is so tragic that they're exactly red wedding coded you're so real for that!! it's literally right up their alley in terms of angst :(

if anyone has any recs/links please share because I feel like I've never any fics of it?? even as one shots or twitter drabbles 😔

Lucemond red wedding lives in my head rent free! Especially when it’s the blacks being massacred while Aemond is made to watch.

Sadly, I haven’t seen anything of the sort which sucks big time. But I’m sure someone will comment if they know any though.

[fantasylandblues]

polyamorous!targcest au

alright so based on the fact that i've taken a liking to pretty much every incestuous targaryen ship there is i couldn't help but try and figure out a way they could ALL work together. and thank FUCK for polyamory and fucked up targaryen traditions for that.

so here's my two cents at simultaneous helaemond, helaegon, aegmond, lucemond, jaceluke and jacela (targtower & lucemond centric).

warnings: suggestive material (nothing explicit), NOT beta'ed whatsoever, hotd-typical incest (canon + non-canon)

it isn't unheard of that Targaryens have strange traditions when it comes to wedding brothers and sisters. i'll go even further as to say that laying with siblings is considered natural and even expected within their house. that way, having been introduced to sexuality by those who are closest to them and most alike, there's no need to fear inexperience or nervousness come the day of performing their marital duties, whether that be to, well, each other, or someone else entirely.

(let's just pretend there is no such thing as the pressures surrounding the bride's virginity here. i also believe that marriage would be a *mostly* straight institution as they're mainly meant to further the dynasty and that fooling around in any way wouldn't be frowned upon).

the Targaryen-Hightowers are an interesting case in that sense, having all been born within relatively short breaks from each other, and so they've always been through every experience together. that has brought them closer over the years, especially in their adolescence. Aemond and Helaena had always found common ground in their strangeness and feelings of misplacement; Aegon had always been fond of his sweet sister despite it, but mostly attracted to her ethereal beauty - and body, as she came of age. Aegon, however, would only grow that same kind of respect for his brother after he'd claimed his dragon, and at one point had to admit to himself that his brother, too, was growing into a rather handsome young man, taller and more intimidating, his hair becoming longer and his shoulders broadening from all the sword training.

Helaena naturally first grew closer to Aegon, due to his age, but soon her instincts would act towards her younger brother as well, as he grew to match her in height and beauty. it was all very natural; at one point their brotherly love morphed into physical desire, their touches turning into softer caresses which then turned into kissing and curious, wandering hands. Aemond even became Helaena's favourite for a while; they'd spend many evenings seeking 'comfort from nightmares' in each other's chambers. after that, Aegon would become more possessive of her and greedy, but she swore to have never forgotten him.

many were the times Aegon caught her with Aemond and vice versa - they did share neighboring chambers, after all - up until one time Aegon, aided by good alcohol, took the leap of courage and decided to join them. and after the initial embarassment of silently admitting that he, too, desired his brother sexually, and the first awkward touching of each other's nakedness, it was like the pieces finally came together for their glorious, sexual and emotional fulfillment.

if the servants in King's Landing were silently aware of the young princes' odd behaviours, the same went for the two living in Dragonstone, although they could appear innocently brotherly to the untrained eye. having grown closely in age, their bond was ever present and Jacaerys' protectiveness towards Luke grew with each passing day, especially once matters of marriage started being considered for them from an early age.

it was Lucerys' restless and curious nature, reminiscent of Rhaenyra's, what first pushed him to pose those awkward questions to his brother. Lucerys was a natural tease, it seemed; he'd be a menace to whoever deserved the pleasure of his hand in marriage. Jacaerys only hoped that it would be a man, for it seemed that his brother showed no signs of interest in girls as he did. but Jacaerys was more than happy to be his first lay when the time came; it wasn't awkward in the same sense that swordfighting or horseriding together wasn't awkward, either. Lucerys' stamina only seemed to grow alongside his beauty and muscularity, for his brother's great surprise, and it didn't take long for them to make a habit out of it.

the time came for the Dragonstone boys to be married as Rhaenyra seized an oportunity. parting ways meant that there would be little of their tradition from then on, but they reckoned they'd already had their fair share of brotherly love in their teen years. Jace would be married off to his cousin Baela, who he had been secretly in love with since childhood if he were to admit, to secure the ties with house Velaryon.

it seemed perfect enough if it wasn't for the other end of the deal. as war negotiations became messy and both sides grew tired, Rhaenyra reckoned the unusual situation at hand called for a never-before-seen deal: her youngest to be wed to Alicent's youngest, since Alicent's eldest was already wed to his sister. the entirety of the council frothed at the mouth at this, but Rhaenyra knew her youngest enough to trust in him fully; he was just like her at that age. she knew he would be able to deal with his future husband's unpredictable nature; she'd seen the looks they exchanged in their short visits to the mainland.

to everyone's surprise: Alicent took it. as much as she wished for Aemond to marry in exchange for alliance, she wished to reunite her family the most. Lucerys would be coming to King's Landing, leaving the wooden throne of Driftmark to be passed on to the Velaryon girls.

Aemond tried as hard as he managed to mantain his hardened facade and appear distasteful at first. he never wished to marry Helaena, for he knew she was betrothed to Aegon from early on, but he feared that things would turn different between them. that soon proved to be wrong, though, as he realized that Lucerys understood perfectly the political nature of their agreement. he could give less of a crap about the sex noises coming from the other room, as long as Aemond still had it in him to force all of those same sinful sounds out of him once he returned to their shared chamber.

HELP this crawled its way out of me in one sitting. i should be sleeping. i should be finishing other stuff i'm writing. oh well. please leave a note if this is anything. my askbox is also open if u wanna discuss things!~

[jaegonsmoon]

other?? suggestions are welcomed!!

[eiilleen]

I wanted to say thank you for all your work organizing the spectacular Lucemond Fairytales event. The levels of creativity and inspiration have been incredible and I keep seeing art, fic, and drabbles on #lcmdfairytalewk that have seriously taken my breath away each day. While I'm sad the official week is almost over (is it every really over? fairytales are forever!), everyone did such an amazing job with the prompts so I have to give all my love, appreciation and kudos to the writers and artists that participated. Another one for the Lucemond history books! Thank you! 💌

omg i don't know how i missed this! but i wanted to extend a belated thank you for the lovely msg! our writers and artists are truly outstanding and i love organising events for them to not only have fun, but showcase their talents. and it's truly heartwarming to read such positive reception from the community! thank you so much kind anon <3

[brokecherry]

hi hi alright so just wanted to update you guys rq on fics im currently working on status wise, ik ive been a little dead past few days and IKKKK im late on the ch3 update forgive me :((( 

1) ok so ‘be still, my foolish heart’ i am still (!) working on ch3 rn i had to rework some stuff plot wise and its turning out longer than i thought so thats why its taking longer than normal, ill try to have it up next few days tho

2) lucemond band au! so this was more a prompt/idea thing that i came up with, rn its mostly just little drabbles and headcanons but i am actively working on it, but just be aware i probs wont have it up for a little while

3) currently also working on 5 + 1 lucemond fic, someone sent in a prompt that really inspired me, cant say much but main plot will 5 times luke says ily and 1 time aemond does :p

tyyy for being so patient w/ me and so supportive it really means the world!

>>>>>>if u guys have any asks or more lucemond prompts (!) feel free to share them, its honestly one of the main ways i get inspired

[inechoingsilence]

This needs to be Lucemond fanfic AND an RP prompt. Please.

Their first kiss is a genuine accident.

They’re in Eddie’s kitchen, listening to the coffee maker as it bubbles and coughs, exhausted and unsteady on their feet, desperate for the caffeine - hoping that it will keep them awake for long enough to pick Christopher up from school.

One more hour, and then they can crash and sleep this heartbreaking, horrid forty-eight hour shift off.

Buck yawns, pouring the steaming, black liquid into the cups.

“Thanks,” Eddie says, sounding just as out of it as Buck feels; he accepts the cup.

Then he thanks Buck with a kiss.

It’s so casual that Buck doesn’t even register it until it’s over. It’s not a kiss. It’s just a kiss. A chaste peck. A brush of lips. A thank you. A hundredth kiss. Not a first kiss.

It’s so casual that even Eddie doesn’t seem to realize what he just did.

Not until they part, and their eyes meet. Still leaning in - not too much, but certainly more than before Eddie just kissed him.

Slowly, their foreheads both develop shallow creases of confusion.

What just happened?

The creases grow deeper. Eddie’s eyes flicker down to Buck’s lips. Buck allows his own to do the same. Then they look up again, eyes on each other’s.

Lips. Eyes. Frown. Lips. Eyes. Lips.

Did we just…?

Leaning in.

Their second kiss is much like their first. Chaste. Simple. Short. But it feels good. Easy. Right.

Then they part again - staying closer this time, eyes searching each other’s as the creases in their foreheads grow ever deeper.

Are we…? Is this…?

Their third kiss is barely deeper, but ever longer. Warm, and slow, and sweet. Somehow a million times more soothing than the heat of the ceramic in his palm; the heat of a fireplace after a long day out in the snow.

When that one breaks, Buck thinks he stumbles forwards, just a little bit before he catches himself and opens his eyes to search Eddie’s.

The frown seems to have been ironed out now, replaced by a warm look in his eye which somehow looks like a question and an answer all wrapped up into one.

“…yeah?” Buck breathes.

“Yeah,” Eddie nods.

Their fourth kiss tastes like forever.

[corviids]

are you still taking requests for your drabbles?? cause i would really love to read about first-time parents lucemond's reaction to the twins first words or first time walking :)))

ended up being more bittersweet than expected but first time parents lucemond didn’t have the best relationship to begin with so,,