Lucerya's heartfelt letter of apology to Aemond (eight years after living in the Vale with Lady Jeyne Aryyn and her mistress, Jessamyn Redfort)
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Lucerya's heartfelt letter of apology to Aemond (eight years after living in the Vale with Lady Jeyne Aryyn and her mistress, Jessamyn Redfort)

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What if Rhaenyra had three bastard girls by Daemon Targaryen instead of three bastard boys with Harwin Strong?
Visenya Velaryon
Aemma Velaryon
Alyssa Velaryon
Face claims for a role reversal fic (that is in the works)
Zethphan Smith-Gneist as Jacaerys Velaryon
Nathaniel Buescher as Lucerys Velaryon
Noah Cottrell as Joffrey Velaryon
Jacaera's uniform for 'Visenya's Elite' in chapter 4
Lucera's uniform for 'Visenya's Elite' in chapter 4
Dalton's jacket that he gives to Luce 💙

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Chapter 3
"You're not seriously sending her to Visenya's Elite, right?" Jacaera asks, holding a packet of frozen peas to her cheek where Lucera had hit her. "It's just to scare her, she's not actually going to leave?" Rhaenyra's silence said more than enough.
Jacaera threw the peas onto the island table, getting ready to stomp upstairs to her room.
"Jacaera." Daemon's cold voice stopped her, she stopped walking but still had her back turned. "It's to help her. She's acting out of control. She physically attacked you not even two hours ago."
"I hit her first! She was just-"
"Was it unprovoked?"
"Well no but-" She turned, her eyes watering.
"But nothing, Jay." He stalked towards her, gently placing his hands on her arms. "One day, she's going to say the wrong thing to the wrong person and she will end up seriously hurt."
Jacaera sighed, "Fine. But if she's going then so am I." She declared with her head held high. "It's not a question. I was not asking. Lucera needs support and I am more than willing to give it to her."
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Lucera sits on Dalton's bed, wearing the green cropped hoodie and the tight black shorts she had left here. She has a bunched of clothes in one of Dalton's drawers for times she feels like she needs to disappear.
Dalton's leaning on the doorway, watching her. Like he usually does. He's always watching her.
She likes the way he looks at her. Like she's the most precious thing in the world and he wants her all to himself.
"They're making you leave?" She just nods. She knows that if she talks now, she'll start crying and she thinks that she won't ever be able to stop.
He makes his way over to her and kneels onto the floor, taking her hands into his.
"You have really pretty eyes, you know that?" She asks, "Really pretty. I could just look at them all day and never get bored."
Dalton flushes. They're never usually cutesy with each other, most of the time they just fuck. Of course, they compliment each other during their intimate acts but it's mostly just praise like Lucera is a 'good little slut' and Dalton 'fits inside so perfectly'.
"You're really pretty...like just in general."
They just stare at each other now, admiring the other. Their relationship had started as purely just sex and fun, no strings attached. But one day during the fall, Lucera had come knocking on Dalton's garage door, sobbing her heart out.
She begged him to make her forget, she was ready and willing for a fuck, yet Dalton refused.
He sat her down on his love chair and gave her hot coco with whipped cream and marshmallows. She talked and he listened, they just cuddled in each other's arms after that.
"I don't want to go." She lets a tear escape. "Am I really that awful?"
"No!" He answers without thinking, "Not at all. You're the most wonderful girl ever... seriously without you I- I don't know where I'd be." Dalton lays his head on Lucera's lap, trying to hold back his weeps.
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Dalton drove Lucera back on his bike in the morning, he had given her his leather jacket to wear and told her she could keep it.
They ignored the feeling of watching eyes as their bodies pressed together, the both of them panting heavily into the other's mouth, feeling their hearts beat in sync.
"I'll miss you, Dalton..." Lucera tells him, his hand cupping the back of her head.
"I'll miss you too, Lucy." He replied before letting out a shaky breath, "I want you to know before you leave that I-"
Lucera quickly puts a finger to Dalton's lips, "No, Dal. Please, don't."
She didn't want to hear those words...she couldn't. It would ruin everything. Everything they have. Everything he is. Everything she is. It would all be destroyed because those three stupid words.
"Okay...well." They pulled away from eachother, Lucera didn't look at him, she suddenly found her sneakers a wonderful sight to look at. "I guess this is goodbye."
She snapped her head up, "No, not goodbye. Just see you later." Never goodbye. She physically cannot say it. Last time she said it, two people who meant the absolute world to her died. She can't risk Dalton. She won't risk Dalton.
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Jacaera woke up to the sound of Lucera crying in her bed. It broke her heart to see her little sister so upset, despite their disagreement the other night. She never wants to see her little Luce sad.
"Luce?" She whispered from across the room, "I know you're awake, I can hear you sobbing."
"Sorry... I'll be quieter."
"No, that's not what I meant." The oldest got out of bed and walked over to Lucera, sitting herself on the beanbag chair. "Lu, I'm sorry about last night...I was-"
Lucera threw the cover off her head, "A bitch." Jace chuckled lightly.
"Yes, I was a bitch." She agreed, earning Luce's surprise. "Can I lay next to you?" Luce nodded her head and Jacaera crawled beside her, facing her.
It reminded her from when they were just kids and they would share a bed on stormy nights. Jacaera would tell Lucera stories of Princes and Princesses, falling in love but being held apart by their divided kingdoms and Lucera would love these stories.
"I think Dalton loves me."
"What?"
"I know...it shocked me too."
"Well...?"
"Well what?"
"Do you love him?"
Lucera looks away, staring at the ceiling.
"I don't think I am capable of love, Jay..." She mumbled.
Jacaera scoffed, "Don't be silly, of course you are." She wrapped an arm around Luce. "You're the most loving person I know." She whispered before falling asleep.
"I'm not though..." Lucera said to the dark.
She is destructive, reckless and stupid.
She isn't capable of anything but bad decisions.
Chapter 2
Jacaera had a face mask on and was reading 'A Midsummer Nights Dream's on her bed, she had just gotten to the part where Helena and Hermia argue when there was a hand hitting against her bedroom window.
Startled, she jumped up and grabbed the baseball bat Lucera had hidden down the side of her bed, heading towards the window to investigate. She opened the glass and looked down at the the ledge, finding her sister there, just barely holding on.
"Luce!? What the hell are you doing!?"
"Oh, you know, just hanging around!" She giggled and Jace would have rolled her eyes at the terrible pun but she was too busy grimacing at the smell of marijuana and rum hitting her nostrils.
She quickly took her sister's hands and pulled her up into their bedroom.
"Why couldn't you just go through the front door like a normal person?" She asked, sitting herself down on Lucera's beanbag chair.
"Y'know me! I like to make an entrance." Her sister raised a dark eyebrow, clearly not buying Lucera's bullshit. "Fine! I'm still grounded for ditching class with Cerelle Lannister."
Jacaera let out a groan so deep that it burnt her throat, "Why are you friends with her? She's such a bitch and always gets you into trouble. You should be friends with a nice girl."
"Cerelle is a nice girl."
"A nicer girl, then."
The younger sister scoffed, "What a nicer girl like Floris Baratheon? I'm good thanks, 'Ace, she seems as boring as Ellyn."
"You don't get to bad mouth Ellyn, not when she's helped me a lot better than Cerelle helping you." Jacaera's tone was sharp and harsh. She stood up, walking towards her sister. "If you're not going to unfriend Cerelle then-"
"Unfriend? Ha! What am I? A social media account now?" She mocks.
Jacaera just ignores her, "Then at least dump the other leech that is sucking the life out you. You think you're having fun with him? He's just using you for an easy lay! And you know it and you still let him do it!"
Lucera furrowed her eyebrows and balled her fists, an eye twitching.
"Dalton doesn't suck the life outta me." She mockingly pouts. "He sucks the orgasms outta me though."
With an unnatural speed, Jacaera slaps Lucera across the face hard. So hard that Lucera's face snapped to the side but instead of hitting back, she just chuckled, throwing her head back.
"I understand that you're going through a tough time but so am I, Luce. So is everyone else. But there's no need to be so damn crude." She gritted out.
"Ohhhh, I get it." Lucera smirked and Jacaera held her breath, knowing that her sister was about to say something out of line. "Wolf boy still not fucking you, eh?" She taunted cruelly. "Probably can't even get it up when he's fondling those lopsided tits of yours. Maybe I should flash him, show him how boobs should actually look. Who knows? He might even like mine more-"
Jacaera lunged at Lucera, tackling her to the floor and straddling her, hailing down lazy punches to her face. With strength she did not know she had, Lucera switches the positions, so she was on top now.
Her hands wrap around Jacaera's neck tightly but not tight enough to choke her. Jacaera starts to claw at her face, baby pink acrylic nails piercing through soft flesh, drawing blood.
"Muña! Jay and Lu are fighting again!" They hear their little brother snitch but that doesn't stop them.
"My breasts are perfectly even!" The oldest screams, trying to get Luce off her.
"And Dalton isn't the bad guy you make him out to be!" Lucera screamed back, "Maybe I'm the one using him!"
They were rolling around the floor, punching, biting and pulling hair when Daemon Rhaenyra came into the room, Harwin had taken Joff downstairs to the kitchen to keep him away from the domestic.
"Get off me, slut!"
"I may be a slut but at least I'm not unfuckable like you!"
Daemon tore Lucera away from Jacaera, holding her up by the waist with Lucera kicking and struggling. He tossed her onto her bed, the mattress bouncing. When he looked over at Rhaenyra, he found that she was comforting Jacaera who looked like she had been crying for a while.
"Does this make you happy!?" He yelled at his stepdaughter. "Do you enjoy stressing your mother out? Do you enjoy hurting your sister? Does it please you that you're scaring your little brother? You're acting like-"
"You! I'm acting like you!" She shouted back, jumping off her bed and squaring up to Daemon. "What's the matter, Daemon? It's not funny to be on the receiving end, is it?" She baited, not willing to back down.
"And behaving like this only made everyone miserable, myself included! I get what you're going through, I honestly do-"
She bit out a bitter and humourless laugh, "No, you don't! Your mother died of natural causes when you were three! You barely even remember her!" She took a step closer to him. "My daddy was murdered and I actually have memories that I remember with him!" She paused, her eyes half-dead. "You weren't a piece of shit because your mama died...you were a piece of shit because that is what you are, a piece of shit." She condescendingly whispered, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
Daemon turned his attention to Rhaenyra, "You best hope that little boarding school you're sending her to sorts her out. Because if it doesn't, she'll have a lonely and dark future in a jail cell."
Rhaenyra could see the betrayal in her daughter's eyes, it hurt her so much to know she is the cause of that. Even Jacaera seemed struck and upset by the idea of her little sister going, in spite of their physical and verbal blows to each other earlier. Rhaenyra went to approach her second child but Lucera took a step back.
"You... you're sending me away?" With the way her voice cracked, Rhaenyra hoped this was a wake up call. That maybe, after all, she won't have to transfer her...that maybe Lucera could finally go back to being little Luce.
"It's to help you, Luce." Rhaenyra tried to reach for her to caress her cheek but Lucera slapped her hand away.
"No, it's not! It's to help you!" She roared, "Because I won't pretend that we're a happy family, like Jay does! Like Joff does! Even Rhaena does it! 'Oh look, we have a problem child! I know! Let's get rid of her and pretend she doesn't exist!' Just like what Jaehaerys did to Saera!" She was panting by the end of her rant, out of breath from her yelling.
Before anyone could respond, Lucera stormed downstairs. She ignored Harwin's questioning and Joffrey's begging and ran out the front.
When she was far away from her home, she took her phone out her pocket and rang the only person she knew would care for her and not see her as a hormonal monster.
(This can be found on ao3)
Fic Name: Bad Influence
Summary: Aemond doesn't lose his eye at Laena Velaryon's funeral, he loses it years later for trying to protect his girlfriend-niece.
He had loved Lucera with all his heart, with fibre of his being. He would have moved heaven and Earth for her heart.
And she repaid him by disabling him.
This is all his mother's fault. Her and Rhaenyra are to blame.
Chapter 1
Aemond sits up on the hospital bed, propped up on his pillow and high on morphine, glaring at Alicent with his one eye.
"My son, I am so sorry." She kneels besides his bed, holding onto one his hands. "I promise you, I will not let her get away with-"
Aemond snatches his hand away from her, "She is not just to blame. You are too. And Rhaenyra." He snarls. "I never want to see any of you cunts ever again. Now get out!"
Alicent leaves the room, choking on her tears and thinking back to how this big mess had happened.
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Rhaenyra sits on the sofa, her tea cooling down on the wooden coffee table. She was chewing on her bottom lips, anxious.
Alicent felt the same anxiety as her, but she's not sure why either of them feel awkward. They had worked through their difficulties and forgave each other for the petty actions they played against eachother other.
It shouldn't feel so weird between them.
"You...you said you had something you wanted to talk about?" Alicent interrupts the silence, her the ends of her fingers digging into her nailbeds.
"Oh! Yes, I do..." Rhaenyra paused to stare at Alicent. Even after all these years, those hazel orbs still make her feel butterflies. "It's about my daughter. Lucera." She felt guilty about the way Alicent froze at the mention of her second daughter.
"What of them?" The auburn-haired beauty looked away, breaking the eye contact.
"She's uhm- well, she seems to have fallen into the wrong crowd."
"Hm? I thought Rhaena was a good influence on her."
"She was- she is. But her boyfriend on the other hand... Corwyn Corbray, he seems to be acquainted with someone uncomely people."
"How so?"
"Two words for you, Dalton Greyjoy." Alicent let out a knowing sigh. She has heard much about the Ironborn boy and none of it good. "He has taken quite the interest in Luce." Rhaenyra stares at Alicent's face, searching for any kind of judging and when she found none, she continued. "And Luce...she," Rhaenyra takes a deep breath. "I think she's having unprotected sex with him."
Alicent chokes on her own spit, "What?"
"That's not all. She's coming home late on his motorbike, stinking of weed and in clothes she did not leave the house wearing. She even yelled at Daemon and Harwin the other day and accused them of being happy Laenor's death."
She tensed remembering Rhaenyra's late husband. It was a political marriage, not one out of love. Viserys, Rhaenyra's father and Alicent late husband, needed support from the Velaryons to become mayor and Corlys wanted to crush the rumours about Laenor being a homosexual. So, they formed an alliance.
Laenor struggled with procreating with Rhaenyra, so they did the next best thing. Got an IVF. Having three children sealed the deal that Viserys and Corlys had. After having their children, Laenor and Rhaenyra agreed to have a open marriage. Rhaenyra continued her affections with Harwin Strong, then later Daemon and Laena joined their romance (which was an absolute scandal to the public because Daemon is Rhaenyra's uncle and Laena's her sister-in-law) and when Laenor was ready to move on from his beloved Joffrey Lonmouth, he fell into the loving arms of Qarl Correy.
That was until Laenor and Laena were killed in a drive-by shooting a year ago, it's still unknown whether they were meant to be the victims or not and their killers still not been found.
Alicent felt sorry for her old friend. Rhaenyra didn't raise Luce to behave like this, she remembers when Lucera was a little girl.
She was a handful as child, like most children but she was never like her son, Aegon. Lucera may have been a cheeky girl but she was kind and generous, always offering her sweets to other kids.
"Oh Rhaenyra...words can't say how sorry I am." She found herself staring at Rhaenyra's lips, remembering how they used feel against hers in their teen years. "Is there anything I could do to help?"
She finally gets a glance into those beautiful unique lilac eyes, wishing she could drown herself in them. "Does Aemond still attend Visenya's High For The Elite?" Alicent paused for a moment before nodding. "Me, Harwin and Daemon have been debating on sending Lucera there for her sophomore year and I was hoping maybe he could take her under his wing."
"Of course, he can. I'm sure Aemond would be more than guide Luce, he would take any chance to talk about the school's history."
"Are you sure, Ali? I wouldn't want to burden you or him."
"Nonsense! I am just grateful you can still see me as someone to rely despite the bitterness of the past."
"Of course, you're my oldest and dearest friend."
Friend. Alicent had never hated the word so much.
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Rhaena watches in guilt as Dalton lights Lucera joint for her, one hand holding onto her chin and the other on the lighter.
Corwyn wraps his jackets around her bare shoulders before giving her a small peck on the cheek and whispering into her ear. "You're sure you're comfortable with this? I don't want you to think you have to just because Lucy is."
She rolls her eyes, "I'm not a prude, Cor. I am more than up for this."
Don't get Rhaena wrong, she adores Corwyn's concern but he's acting as if Lucera and Rhaena didn't lose their virginities together, in fact, they even held each others hand whilst they were both being penetrated.
"Last one in the lake has to ride home naked!" Dalton cheered, already removing all his clothing then running off
Lucera shoots a fake offend look, "That's not fair! I've only just sparked my blunt!" Despite yelling this, she takes off her dress, bra and panties and chases after her boyfriend with the spliff still in her mouth..
Even though she's happy, Rhaena's heartbreaks at the sight of her cousin.
She can completely understand Luce's behaviour, she lost a parent too during the shooting. Hence why she goes along with whatever Corwyn does but he always makes sure she's okay with what they're doing. Rhaena feels like Dalton is taking advantage of Lucera, using her grieve as a way to get what he wants from her. Money, sex and drugs.
Dalton doesn't make Lucera happy, he just distracts her from mourning. Which he seems more than content with.
Rhaena prays that Rhaenyra's plan to straighten her out will work and Rhaena will have her sweet and thoughtful Luce back.
My au:
Modern Jacegon
And modern Lucemond
"No one, other than me, will spill your blood." His voice almost soft...kind even. "Understand that, my Lady Strong."

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My face claims for Lucera's friends in chapter 3
Clementine
Ajacques
Mattias
A discussion between Dalton Greyjoy and Rodrik Harlaw on their way to Kings Landing in chapter 7
"Do you believe that Lucera Velaryon is as gorgeous as the whole of Pentos say she is?" Dalton asks his long term friend.
"Aren't you meant to be trying for Princess Joffenys' hand?" Rodrik asks, wiping the smirk right of Dalton's face.
"I suppose you think I owe you a thank you." Lucera snarled, trying her best to keep eye-contact with her uncle.
"You owe me a lot more than a fucking thank you, my Lady Strong." He replied sharply, leaving no room for argument.
Private Lucemond reunion scene for chapter 6
Daemon's and Lucera's return looks for chapter 5 🤗
"They will only allow me to go back if I accept the terms of betrothal to Daemion Velaryon?"
Daemon had thought she was lying about what the letter contained but when he glanced at her now soured-face, rage boiled through his blood. But he cannot lose his temper in front of her, Lucera would only be angry with him.

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Fic Name: Dancing With Fire In The Rivers
With the help of magic from Old Valyria and Harwin Strong, Princess Rhaenyra was able to have three almost Velaryon looking daughters with her husband Prince Consort Laenor Velaryon
Princess Jacaera Velaryon (Age 18)
Princess Lucera Velaryon (Age 16)
Princess Joffenys Velaryon (Age 14)