not sleeping and it may be that there are two wolves inside me and one of them is relishing in the dunkaerion content with boundless greed and the other is soaking in jealousy soup because âevil blond cunt x confused+scared but wants to hit so badâ is exactly what I want from post dance omega!aemond x alpha!lucerys OR it may be insomnia. both wolves have rabies btw
anyways need 6 or 7 more fanarts of aerionâs giant babies on my desk by tuesday pleas
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FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME, AND WHAT I'LL DO TO YOU, YOU'LL GET WHAT EVERYONE ELSE GETS: YOU GET A LIFETIME
Summary: Prince Lucerys Velaryon must take the place of his brother as his mother's heir, but it's not so easy living up to his older brother after he married the omega Daemon Targaryen should have killed.
Or, follow King Lucerys Targaryen and his Prince Consort throughout the years of their marriage that no one ever understood.
Notes: Just keep in mind, this will be a spin-off series from my one-shot Adrift. You could maybe read this as a standalone? But don't hold me to that đ âď¸
The title is from an MCR song. I miiiiiight have used the same lyrics before in another fic, but I just couldn't think of anything that fit this betterđ¤ˇđťââď¸
Credit to it's not a fashion statement, it's a deathwish đ¤â¨ď¸
**tw's for arranged marriages and reluctant consent. also mentions of forced bonding**
...When Lucerys and the riverlords took back Kingâs Landing from the âThree Kingsâ after the Shepherd stoked a moon of madness, the inevitable consequence of reinstating his mother back on the Iron Throne came with it. Luke was officially crowned heir, and for a short time, the realm had favored him.Â
After the Battle by the Lakeshore, Luke hadn't admonished Ben Blackwood for his tears and both wept together that day by the Godâs Eye. Sabitha Frey had been somewhat of a mother he was missing in the middle of a war, Lady Alysanne like another sister. Pate of Longleaf and Roddy the Ruin had been his sworn shields for the entire war until their deaths in Tumbleton. Kermit Tully had stood beside him and gripped Lukeâs shoulder firm with one hand, his morning star in the other, lending Luke strength like a brother as they held the line against Borros Baratheonâs men on the muddy Kingsroad. Once, the lads had been his greatest supporters when they knelt and pledged him their swords, but after Lucerys bit and hastily married the omega that almost burned the entirety of their homeland, the riverlords now regarded him with open disdain and only spoke to Luke with forced civility since the war. Not even Oscar could be persuaded to see his choices werenât such easy ones, and it still hurt whenever Luke remembered their last goodbye before Kermitâs brother left Westeros entirely to form the Stormchasers in Essos.Â
The young Lord of Riverrun never forgave Luke after his little brother left but was now marrying Lukeâs as some consolation for both his and Aemondâs mistakes.Â
Egg had of course been upset. Luke's little brother had been late to present, but now six and ten, Aegon became an easy solution for their mother to curb the resentment the riverlords were holding against the crown. Rhaenyra first offered Kermit Tully a pact to betroth Lucerys and Aemond's first born with his own, giving House Tully a direct line to the throne some day. When his mother sent him Kermit's response, Lucerys quickly burned it before Aemond could see, but the words would never uncarve themselves from his conscience.
House Tully will never share blood with the Kinslayer.
It would appear his little brother, however, was distant enough to accept.Â
Luke wishes now more than ever his mother hadn't shown the Rogares such mercy after they returned Viserys. It was abhorrent enough that they had wed his barely presented baby brother to an omega that was Lukeâs age, but the only condition to get his little brother back without going to war with House Rogare had been to swear that the marriage would not be set aside. Baela urged his mother to let them take the royal fleet with Moondancer to Lys, and even Aemond had assured them they would have Vhagar if it came to that, but it was all still so soon after the Dance and the realmâs fleets had only just rebuilt strength after the Greyjoy rebellion. If they had chosen war, the Rogares could have easily outspent them three-to-one after Tyland Lannister refused to admit where he sent the royal treasury before his death, and it had been unbearable to imagine what they might have done to his brother still in their care after learning he was still alive all this time. Yet despite Aemond and Baela's encouragement to be rid of Lady Larra along with the rest of her family, Luke and his mother agreed that they couldn't hurt the Rogare omega or the babe swelling her belly, especially when Viserys cared so deeply for her. But what Lucerys didn't expect was for his mother to take her counselors advice over his own.Â
Somehow, the woman who sent assassins to avenge her son when she thought Luke dead would rather facilitate Larra's father's trade with bills of exchange than actually punish them. Lucerys spent most of this last year not speaking to her when she also tied her eldest omega son to the heir of the Rogare bank.Â
Joffrey was only three years younger and perhaps could have found more compatibility with Kermit Tully than Lysaro Rogare, a man almost a decade older and spoke with such a thick Lyseni accent it was difficult to decipher half of what he said. Luke assumed no marriage proposal would have ever pleased Joffrey, suspecting for years his visits to Rhaena in the Eyrie might have been so frequent not just to see their stepsister, but a lover he was keeping secret after returning home once reeking of another alpha he refused to name. So of course, Joffrey had been undoubtedly pissed, yet they were fortunate his brother didnât run away when he finally met Lysaro to discover his intended was very pleasing to the young omegaâs eye and heard no further complaints about his match. That is, until Joff soon learned plenty of other omegas also thought his alpha pleasing, as well. Ever since Luke moved to Dragonstone and officially transitioned Joffrey into High Tide, all they ever heard was how much the couple fought ceaselessly over Lysaroâs wandering eyes. Â
Luke hasnât visited the capital since Joffreyâs last wedding, when it stopped feeling like his motherâs decisions were for the benefit of her children and more for the crownâs treasury. Aemond wasnât particularly sympathetic, but it killed Luke to see his brothers all arranged to appease the realm. Too heavy and temperamental to attend anything but the wedding they had come for anyway, Luke left his husband in their rooms and went on ahead to knock on the door of the brother that didn't regard Luke with resentment.Â
When he entered his brother's rooms, he did not expect to see Daemon's sons both together. In front of a mirror, Egg was dressed in long Valyrian-styled robes of white brocade with red drip-dyed sleeves and a matching blood-red train, no doubt styled to look like the robes he should have worn to the Valyrian wedding he wanted. Behind him stood Viserys, trying to balance his infant son in one arm while attempting to latch together a gold chain.Â
Hastily closing the door to take over, Viserys stepped aside and thanked Luke gratefully when he helped clip the chain around their brotherâs neck.
âWhere's your attendants?â Luke asked after he gathered Eggâs hair to neatly drape back down his back.Â
âI thought we could manage.â Eggâs mouth tentatively twitched through the mirror. After the riots and the betrayal of Ser Alfred in Dragonstone, they all knew how distrustful their mother, Joffrey, and Egg were towards the servants and suspects if his brother had to pick between all the companions their Queenâs councilors tried to impress on him, Egg most likely preferred no company at all. Unless it was Viserys.
âMotherâs ladies did the heavy lifting. I just helped finish up,â Viserys replied upon while trying to get the pup in his arms to settle, bouncing Luke's nephew rather stiltedly on his shoulder. Lucerys smiled at the boy Viserys named after their brother he had always been closest to, even if they still struggled to ignore it reminded the rest of them of their uncle, the Elder. Viserys had been so young and disappeared early enough in the war, Aegon was still just the name of his big brother.Â
It was still strange, watching his barely fifteen year old brother with a son of his own. Especially when Luke thought about how his own daughter would have been this boyâs playmate if she had lived.
Looking over the bride, Egg's hair was long and ran down his back like a river of molten silver where Luke arranged it. With only two small braids tying it all together, it was simple, but it suited Egg. It also reminded him much of their mother when they crowned her after Visenya's funeral; unextravagant, but bare in her grief and beautiful without all her intricate braids as silver tendrils danced uninhibited against Dragonstone's strong wind.Â
Noticing the way his brotherâs fingers trembled as they pulled at his high collar, Lucerys reached to still his hands. Stooping down, Luke laid his chin over his brotherâs shoulder to smile back through the mirror.Â
Not the most elaborate with words, Lucerys kissed Eggâs cheek. âDearest Brother, you look lovely.â
âMother's seamstress has done lovely work, you mean,â Aegon murmured, pale cheeks flushing an endearing pink as he picked at the gold beads threaded in his long sleeves.
Luke made a face and Viserys huffed from behind them. âBrother,â he sighed.Â
âThis is how he's been the entire time,â Viserys remarked while setting baby Aegon on the floor to crawl toward a small pile of scattered toy horses across a nearby rug. âOur brother makes it difficult for anyone to pay a compliment.â
Seeing how anxious Egg looked at himself through the mirror, Luke dropped his hands to softly squeeze his shoulders cloaked heavily in brocade and silk.Â
âKermit Tully is a good man,â he forced himself to say, meeting his brotherâs wide, nervous eyes to meet him through their reflection. âHe may have little love for our family, but I do not foresee him taking that out on you.â
âAm I not a part of our family that's torn apart his country and burned down his lands?âÂ
Stiffening, Lucerys almost pulled away. Eggâs dark, indigo eyes flicked to the ground, unable to meet Lukeâs stare through the looking glass.
âOf course you are,â Luke replied, throat dry as he tried to continue like Egg had not picked at a scab on his honor. He was unsure if that was the answer his brother wanted to hear, but Lucerys would never say Egg was not a part of them all. Regardless, he swallowed and tightened his grip over his omega brotherâs shoulder, willing Egg to hear him. âBut you are entirely blameless for everything that happened. Especially in the riverlands. Kermit knows this.â
If you haven't read this fic then you are missing out on the best bottom!Aemond fic ever written.
ABO featuring omega!Aemond. Epically long at 400k+ words and still ongoing~
Alternate war - Team Black wins. Luke and Aemond were betrothed to each other before the war. After the war, Aemond is due for exile, but Luke gives him an opportunity: take the mating bite and stay in court. Aemond accepts and no one but Luke is happy about it.
However, Rhaenyra's ascension doesn't go without issue. At every turn a mysterious group works in the shadows to undermine not only her, but the entirety of House Targaryen. Which gives Aemond plenty of reason to work with her, rather than against her.
This is the slowest of burns, but it's so satisfying, and the plot of a mysterious group trying to bring down House Targaryen keeps you locked in by the throat.
Warning: This fic will take over your life! It gets you, hook, line, and sinker before you even realized you're invested!
(also for those who aren't big fans of smut - while Luke and Aemond are fucking left, right, and center throughout the fic - outside of the first sex scene, most of the sex scenes are fade-to-black)
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Blood Ties by Vishini is coming to an end and I'm absolutely devastated. I'm preparing to be absolutely miserable as it ends because where else am I supposed to get such beautiful Bottom! Omega! Aemond x Top! Alpha! Luke content?
I hope Vishini writes more fics in the future and if any of you have similar recs please, PLEASE, send them my way.
Aemond was the lady of Driftmark, and as the lady of Driftmark, he needed to ensure that everything goes swimmingly, from the interior of their home looking glorious to whoever decides to grace their halls with their presence, to the necessary parties hosted, he had to plan and make the necessary arrangements for everything, and he would not allow anything wrong to embarrass him.
Unfortunately for him, there are just times when the world seems to go against him. For instance, right now. He has been standing close to Lucerys, glancing at his chest, where the button was holding on for dear life.
It was a mistake on his part. He didn't realize Lucerys' training would be so.... bountiful so soon. After all, Aemond has been training with him, and his body remains to be lithe, to his displeasure. They only realized the mistake once Lucerys started to dress up, and what he was wearing was the only one that fitted alright, it's only problem being that the button keeping Lucerys' chest from being exposed was a breeze away from flinging itself across the room and hitting an unsuspecting lord or lady, and Aemond cannot have that happen. So he made sure to pay extra attention toward it, unaware that to the unknowing, Aemond seemed to be looking at something else entirely...
He could already tell when the thread that held it broke free. He was lucky to manage to catch it, even luckier that it happened whilst no one was looking. In fact, if he wasn't so stressed, he would be wondering why no one was even glancing at either of them, especially since most of the time, the people would flock the two for a small chat.
He was just grateful it gave him time to drag his husband out of the hall, telling the servant that they were to retire early, and to send the rest of the lords away after a few more hours of their enjoyment. Once they reached their quarters, Aemond demanded that he takes off the shirt, which Lucerys obliges easily. Aemond grabs the sewing kit and began trying to fix the problem, ignoring his nephew's stare.
A nosy little servant was passing buy when Aemond made the order, and unfortunately for Aemond, she was a chatty one, too. By the next day, the entire castle seems to have been filled with the gossip of their lady seemingly enjoying his husband's larger chest, said to have been googling at it all night, and all but demanded to be bedded the moment they left the halls.
Aemond would be mortified once he found out about the misunderstanding. Lucerys, however, would simply be amused, and would fan the flames, wearing more "open" shirts during their time they were together training, because apparently, his uncle seems to be more distracted and often loses. It was his lucky shirt.
Aemond smacked him once he found out whatever nonsense Lucerys decided to feed their people.