#top lucerys

1) Aemond as a spicy, completely unconventional omega is infinitely more interesting than regular old conventional, hot headed alpha.

2) Luke is the son of Harwin Strong. He has the potential of being a buff , soft dom service top to the one eyed- unhinged brat that is Aemond Targaryen.

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)

Aemond was severely sick. All the maesters that saw his condition said the same thing. 'The boy is with the flower sickness' which Aemond found to be another name for hormonal problems. But he didn't know why it was so bad, or why it hurted so much. He was five days straight in his bed, he couldn't even get up due to sickness. And on the seventh day it was when they started to think that it might not be a simple sickness condition. What could have caused such a thing? Nobody knew. Queen Alicent refused to let anyone but Aemond's maesters and personal servants into the chamber. She refused to let anyone see him. On the eleventh day in confinement, the whispers began, saying that Aemond had some kind of illness, an illness that can be passed from person to person and therefore the queen would not let anyone, not even her own children, into Aemond's room. And over time, when the servants began to hear the sound of ghostly steps next to the young prince's chambers, up and down the halls, always after lunch and before dinner. Many thought that perhaps the prince had an illness brought on by one of the ghosts of Red keep, but the truth was much simpler than that, Aemond received regular visits from his nephew, Lucerys. 

On that particular afternoon, the steps were tighter, faster, as if someone was in a big hurry. And indeed, Lucerys was in a hurry that day. He wouldn't stay for lunch, he would have to go traveling with his grandsire, Corlys. He was willing to see Aemond before the day after tomorrow, which was when he would finally return. Aemond heard the soft knocks of the wall. The secret knocks between him and Lucerys. He'd be lying if he said the highlight of his day wasn't waiting for Lucerys. He didn't have much to do while confined. Aemond rose from his bed and walked barefoot to where the passageway's door was. The omega then pulled up a chair, a heavy chair that made a squeaky noise when dragged across the floor. The chair stopped along with its feet in front of a wall sconce, he made a point to climb carefully onto the chair and when he stabilized himself in the chair that was shaking from the unevenness of the floor, he pulled the sconce with both hands. 

"Aemond." Lucerys's cheerful voice was quickly present in the chamber as soon as the door was opened.

"Luke, what are you doing here?" Aemond carefully climbed down from his chair. He broke away immediately in a short laugh when he saw Lucerys' smile, who was missing one of his front teeth. Aemond found it funny, especially when he whistled through the hole accidentally.

"I came to see you." Lucerys said "I brought you lemon pie." Aemond looked down at the plate in his nephew's hand. Aemond was confined within the walls of not only his room, but also of the castle, his own walls. He was a stranger to everyone, to himself, but somehow he found comfort in Lucerys, from his jokes and his small gestures. Aemond knew his mother disliked him spending too much time with Lucerys, but he felt very close to his nephew. He felt like he belonged somewhere when they talked, when they spent time together.

"We can't be alone in the room, I'm still in my nightgown."  Aemond said, taking the plate from Lucerys' hand with an almost imperceptible smile. "Give me the fork." He extended his right hand towards the boy who was just watching him carefully. Lucerys with no second thoughts gave him the fork "Thank you." Aemond walked to the couch in his room carefully, staggering a little, due to dizziness. 

"Are you alright?" Lucerys asked. It was obvious that Aemond wasn't well, but nobody told Luke how his uncle was, if he was fine, if he was eating right. People just said Aemond couldn't play with him and Arrax, which made Lucerys sad, not only because he wanted to be close to Aemond, but also because he knew that Aemond liked to be close to Arrax, he knew the boy fantasized about having a dragon, that none of his eggs had hatched so he blamed himself. Lucerys hated to see Aemond sad, maybe that was the worst part of being friends with his uncle. Aemond always carried guilt with him, he felt like he was not enough, and even Lucerys being young he understood that, and that made him as much as sad as Aemond.

Part 1 of "The Stormchaser Chronicles" for the Bites of Lucemond Event!

ABO. Rhaenyra becomes queen and Aemond is determined to keep his family safe. He'll do whatever it takes, including seducing Lucerys.

It's about 75% smut and features Aemond being a manipulative shit to get what he wants.