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Blood of My Blood (Chapter Three) ~ Jacaerys/Aemond/Aegon x Jace’s Twin!Reader
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Summary: After the death of Ser Harwin Strong, Y/N mourns the closest thing she knew to a father.
Link to previous chapters here.
TW: canon-typical incest, profanity, sexual situations (oral sex/fingering), innuendo
Word Count: 3,232 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Soon after the Velaryon family reaches Dragonstone, tragedy strikes. News is received that Lord Lyonel Strong and Ser Harwin have perished in a fire. Princess Rhaenyra is saddened, of course, but it is nothing compared to Jace’s sadness. Rhaenyra still hasn’t spoken the words that both Jace and Y/N know to be true. That Ser Harwin is the true father of the three Velaryon princes. And so, Jace turns to his twin for comfort. Y/N grieves for Ser Harwin too, silently and deeply, hoping that by minimizing her own grief, she may help her twin.
Ser Qarl and Ser Laenor stand at a window overlooking the training courtyard after dinner. They watch Y/N savagely beating a training dummy, pausing every so often to wipe her eyes. They assume she is crying the tears she needs to while Jace is not around to see.
Ser Qarl is the first to speak, “That girl has lost not one but two fathers,” he turns to his paramour, “Don’t make her feel as though she does not have your love, Laenor. You have the kindest heart of anyone I know. I know it is difficult to relate to her, any of the children, but you must do your best.”
Laenor nods, kissing Qarl softly before making his way down to the courtyard.
“Daughter,” Laenor, rests a hand on the girl’s shoulder, “You must rest. What you are doing will not bring you the peace that you seek.”
“I do not seek peace,” she states bitterly; Laenor sees her eyes are rimmed red when she turns his way, “They said Ser Harwin’s door was locked from the outside. There are rumors it was murder. So, no, Father, it is not peace that I seek. It is vengeance. When I find whoever was responsible, I will make them pay with their lives.”
Laenor sighs, grabbing a training sword, “If you are so insistent on training, come. Spar with me. Father is a war hero, after all.”
“I know you’re not my father,” Y/N scoffs, “You haven’t even tried to pretend to be in years. Maybe you liked the novelty of having a little baby to play with, but it wore off for you quite quickly. Now that the man who did your fucking job is gone, you try to take his place?”
“Y/N. I am your father and you are obligated to listen to me,” Laenor says, stern but kind, “We shall spar now. Turn your blade on me.”
Y/N growls and lunges at Ser Laenor, blind rage coloring her movements. She is unpredictable because of her fury, but too angry to focus her energies. Ser Laenor easily disarms her. She growls, running to attempt to tackle the man, failing miserably. She beats her fists against his chest, crying.
“When you fight, blinded by anger, you can never win,” Laenor soothes her, running a hand through her hair, “You must clear your mind. Narrow your focus. Do not let your fury master you, my darling, you must master your fury.”
“What do I have but anger?” Y/N manages, her voice hoarse, “I have no father, no dragon, no claim to the crown. I am a second-born girl. I have nothing but this rage burning inside of me that threatens to consume me whole.”
“I may not have sired you,” Laenor says, resting his hand on her cheek, “But I promise, I will take care of you the way a father is meant to. I will not neglect you and your brothers any more. I have been selfish. That changes now. I vow this to you, daughter.”
She feels herself smile slightly, “I hope you keep this vow, Father.”
He smiles back at her, “About that dragon. You know, my sister, your Aunt Laena. She is one of the strongest women I know,” he chuckles slightly, “You remind me of her quite a bit. She did not have a dragon until she was around your age. She had to go forth and claim Vhagar. He wasn’t given to her. The things we earn are far more valuable than those we gain freely.”
“So I should claim a dragon?” Y/N perks up at this, “Can you help me?”
“Silverwing remains unclaimed,” Laenor muses, “I will speak to your mother. Perhaps we may try to bond you with her.”
“What about Vermithor?” Y/N asks, “Or maybe the Cannibal-”
Laenor shakes his head vigorously, “Vermithor, perhaps, but Y/N, you must never go near the wild dragons, especially Cannibal. He is the largest and most dangerous of all. Go onto bed, my darling. I will speak to your mother tonight about Silverwing.”
Y/N nods, rushing off to Jace’s quarters, no intention of going to sleep. She finds him laying awake in bed, not knowing he what he was about to do while thinking of her when she bursts through his door.
“I’m to claim a dragon,” she announces, jumping onto his bed.
“Silverwing?” Jace asks, grabbing a pillow to quickly place on his lap, “Good, sister, I’m glad for you-”
“Not Silverwing, brother,” she grins, eyes glinting with the sort of mania Jace has only ever seen in portraits of Daemon Targaryen, “The Cannibal.”
“Are you mad?” he hisses, “The Cannibal? He’s completely wild! He’ll eat you alive! 
“Only if I let him,” she snickers, “When I see you next, brother, I too shall be a dragon rider!”
“Y/N, you’ve really gone and lost your mind,” Jace scowls, following Y/N back into the courtyard, “You think I’m just going to sit back and let you do this?”
“Well, I had hoped you would cover for me-“
“I’m coming with you,” Jace snaps, “Someone has to make sure you don’t fucking die!
Y/N rolls her eyes at her twin, “You are so fucking dramatic, Jace! And such a scared little girl! Truly, I should wear the armor and you the gown!”
Jace begins ranting at her, “You are utterly insane, irresponsible, irrational, illogical-”
“And you are annoying!” Y/N begins heading for the boundary wall again, tailed by Jace as he continues his tirade.
“If you would just stop being so bloody insufferable-”
“You’re the insufferable one. Insufferably boring!”
“Jace? Y/N? Where are you two going?”
The twins’ bickering ceases. They freeze in place and turn to see little Luke rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Jace had to go to the privy-”
“We need to feed Vermax-”
The twins glare at each other in annoyance, knowing Luke has caught them in their lie. He grins, skipping up to them, taking Y/N’s hand.
“Well, which is it?”
“Your big sister is about to get herself a dragon, Luke,” Y/N grins maniacally, cackling to herself as she continues toward the boundary of the castle.
“More like your big sister is about to get herself killed,” Jace snaps, “Stay here, Luke.”
“I’m coming too, or I’ll tell Mother and Father!” Luke announces, earning an annoyed glare from his brother in response.
“Of all days, Father chooses today to give a shit,” Y/N mutters bitterly, beginning to climb the boundary wall, “Luke, you stay here and be our lookout, alright? It’s the most important job of all!”
Assuaged, Luke agrees and promises to do a good job.
Jace protests but is cut off by his twin, “Come on now, Jace. Quit your whinging and give me a hand.”
Jace glares at his twin, “I’m not helping you with this madness a second longer! I’m getting Mother!”
Y/N pauses her climbing to ponder her options for a moment and decides to try another method of persuasion, jumping down from the wall and sidling up to Jace. At four and ten, she may not know everything about the world of men, but she certainly has learned that there is not much pretty words and a coy smile cannot get her.
Jace looks at her in confusion. What in the seven hells is she up to?
Y/N pouts and bats her eyelashes at Jace sweetly, “Please, my darling Jacaerys? For your beloved little sister?”
Jace swallows and stares her in the eyes, “Y/N,” he tries to sound authoritative, the poor boy really does, but when she presses her hands to his chest and nuzzles her nose against his chin, staring up at him through her eyelashes, he stutters, “S-stop that!”
“For your baby sister who loves you so?” she coos, wrapping her arms around his neck and whispering in his ear, “For your future queen, ñuha dārys?” (my king)
Jace nearly lets out a moan at her not only saying she loves him but calling him her king and herself his queen. She has never done that. Ever. And he really quite enjoyed the sound of it. Any resolve within him is gone.
“Oh, seven hells, fine,” he snaps, dragging her by the wrist, “Come on then, you absolute pain in my ass. I’ll give you a fucking boost.”
She squeals and kisses him once on each cheek, then his forehead and nose, peppering kisses all over his face, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best brother in the world! I love you!”
Jace blushes but gives his sister a dirty glare, kneeling on the ground and lifting his hand for her to step up on, “You play me like a fiddle.”
She giggles, placing her left foot on his hand, “You love it, Jace.”
“I love you,” he mumbles under his breath, “For some damned reason I cannot fathom.”
On the count of three, Jace lifts her high enough for her to swing one leg over the wall. He then quickly takes the opportunity to grab her by the rear to help push her over, relishing in the feel of her soft flesh. Ever since Aegon had taken the boys to the Streets of Silk, Jace falls asleep imagining what Y/N must look like underneath all those layers of fabric.
Y/N jumps from the wall and tumbles onto the ground in a heap, hair messy and face now smudged with dirt.
After Jace climbs over, the duo makes their trek hand in hand all the way to the domain of the wild dragons, Dragonmount, with Y/N leading the way. Neither of the twins falters in their steps, knowing that they will be bullied relentlessly by the other if they do. As they take another step forward, they hear a terrifying roar. It seems they have found the nest belonging to the Cannibal. He snarls at the approaching intruders. Jace freezes in their tracks, but Y/N removes her hand from Jace’s grip and continues forward, determined. She will do this. She will prove herself.
The dragon roars in her face, a large ball of fire about to form in its throat. She stands tall and roars back at it fearlessly, with a ferocity that terrifies even her brother. He thinks she actually might be a little bit insane. He cringes with dread. The dragon is silent for a moment before lowering his head to look her in the eyes, appraising her. Violet meets green. After a few tense moments, Cannibal closes his eyes and lowers his head even further to allow Y/N to run her hand along his snout. She pets him, his scales rough and warm under her palms. He purrs under her touch.
“Who’s my good boy,” she murmurs, “It’s you, hm? My Cannibal, my favorite boy, my dragon. Would you let me ride you, my dear friend?”
She moves to mount him. The dragon growls and bristles slightly but Y/N does not waver. Jace watch in awe and fear as she mounts the massive beast.
“Soves, Cannibal, soves!” Y/N whispers.
She screams joyfully as they fly off into the night, the great beast roaring in harmony with her. She flies without a saddle, merely clinging to the ridges on Cannibal’s neck and back to hold on. She very nearly falls off several times, but she cannot bring herself to care. She is a dragon rider. At long last, her dream has come true.
She is surprised to see her brother still there when she comes back to the ground, “I must’ve been gone a while, surprised you are still here.”
Jace simply stares, “Okay, let’s head back now before you get yourself hurt.”
Y/N grabs him by the hand and brings him closer to Cannibal.
“Ride with me,” she requests, “I want you to be my first.”
“Your first?” Jace asks, blushing as his mind goes many places that do not involve riding a dragon - or at least this one.
Y/N nods, “Of course! You’re my other half, Jace, it only makes sense. Come sit behind me. I’ve gotten the hang of how to have him fly smoothly. You’ll have to hold on very tight, though.”
She mounts Cannibal and pats the area behind her. Jace clambers up, his hand accidentally brushing against her chest as he takes a seat. He blushes wildly, apologizing. Y/N grins slightly to herself, realizing that she didn’t really mind.
“Soves, Cannibal,” she coos, “Please, fly for us.”
The great beast lets out an earth shattering roar and takes to the sky. Y/N holds onto Cannibal’s back ridges and Jace holds onto her waist, hiding his fear as best as he can. He has flown atop Vermax before, so many times, but always with a saddle. Never a free ride like this. When he finally manages to open his eyes, they are high in the sky above Dragonstone.
“It is so much different than I thought it would be,” Y/N admits to her brother, “I don’t know how you ever manage to come back down to the ground.”
“Because I always had someone waiting for me,” Jace mumbles, leaning forward and kissing her softly, making Y/N gasp.
Cannibal bristles slightly, relaxing in unison with Y/N as she relaxes into the kiss.
“I always knew we’d be each other’s first kiss,” Jace whispers against her lips, “I am yours and you are mine. I have always been yours.”
Y/N chooses not to ruin this moment between them.
“I quite like kissing you,” she whispers into his mouth.
When Y/N opens her eyes, she sees Cannibal eyeing Jace suspiciously. She giggles, kissing Jace once more. Cannibal lets out a sound which sounds very much like the whine of a petulant child. Y/N cackles at this, making Jace smile too as they continue flying.
“Looks like he doesn’t want to share his new mother’s attention,” Jace teases.
Y/N scoffs, “Oh, come off it. What does that make you, his stepfather?”
Jace feels his cheeks redden at the thought. When they finally return to the ground, they are met by a sheepish looking Luke and a very worried Laenor. But worst of all is a furious Rhaenyra.
“It’s your duty to look after her,” Rhaenyra scowls, grabbing Jace by the shoulder, “You both could have died!”
“I’m sorry,” Jace whispers to his twin, trying to take her hand.
Y/N steps forward, sticking her chin out defiantly as she grabs Jace’s hand, “It was not his fault, it was mine. He did nothing wrong!”
“And you! You are too reckless,” Rhaenyra turns on Y/N and bellows, “And foolish! You are the future of our family line, Y/N! When you marry Jace, you will be the one to continue our legacy!”
“You just wish me to be Jace’s broodmare, to pop out his little heirs just as you do!” Y/N screams in return, making Jace, Luke, and Laenor’s heads snap to her, surprised at her outburst that has building in her throat after years of resentment, “I have claimed an untamable dragon, something no man has done in thousands of years! At four and ten years of age, I, a woman, have done the impossible and yet you stand there and scold me! Not because I was in danger, no, but because my ability to propagate this stupid dynasty may have been!”
Rhaenyra demands all the children return to their chambers. Jace follows his twin, confronting her after her tirade when they are out of earshot of the others.
“Would bearing my children truly be such a terrible fate?” Jace questions bitterly, “Is the idea of marrying me truly that repulsive to you?”
“Don’t make this about you,” she snaps, “You are my twin, Jacaerys, and I love you more than I love anyone in this world. But I am also my own person, separate from you. Not everything that has to do with me has to have something to do with you.”
Y/N moves to enter her chambers only to be whirled around by a very annoyed Jace, “You don’t get to just walk away anytime a conversation gets difficult, Y/N! And yes, everything that has to do with you has to do with me, I’m your fucking twin! After that kiss, I thought-”
She stomps on his foot in annoyance, “Leave me the fuck alone, Jace! I don’t want to be around you right now!”
Jace grits his teeth at the uncomfortable dull pain in his foot and keeps his hands on his twin’s shoulders, “No.”
She scowls, her nostrils flaring with rage as she stares him down, intimidating him with her angry glare, “Then it appears we are at an impasse,” she pauses before adding, “You weren’t my first kiss, you know. It was Aemond.”
He narrows his eyes, “Well, I intend to be your last.”
He slams his mouth against hers again, the two melding together in an angry, passionate kiss. When Jace bites down on Y/N’s lower lip, she chooses to merely bite his lip even harder, enough to make it bleed. He pays no mind to the pain, instead, moving both of them over to her bed.
“Let me make it up to you.”
Jace uses what that woman, Mysaria, told him to do. For now at least, he refuses to bed his twin before they are legally wed. But, he finds other ways of making her unravel below him. He uses his fingers to bring her to the edge of ecstasy, before switching to using his mouth.
After he is done, he holds himself up on his elbows above her, kissing her and making her taste herself, whispering, “It could be like this for us all the time. Would bearing my children and being my bride truly be so awful?”
This breaks the post pleasure haze in Y/N’s mind; she glares up at her twin, angry again, “Get out of my chambers, Jace.”
She shoves him off of her, making him stumble slightly. He gapes as she gets up and drags him by the wrist, pushing him out the door. She slams the door shut, sliding down against it, holding her head in her hands. She loves him, so much, and she loves what they did. Being married to him wouldn’t be so bad, Jace is right, but her pride forbids her from admitting it.
On the other side of the door, Jace smiles a foolish, lovesick grin. He knows what and who he will dream of tonight. Exactly the same girl he does every other night. But this?
This changes everything.
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amidst the waves: part II
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summary: born a lowborn, your family a group of fishermen that supply the market; one day, it wasn’t a fish caught but rather, a young man.
pairing: lucerys velaryon x fem!reader
part: I, II, III
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"Are we there yet?"
It's been half an hour since you two left, and Luke has been struggling ever since. Groaning each step of the way, the two of you had to make multiple stops for him to not collapse.
"We're almost there," You reply tiredly, taking the bag of fish from him to let him breathe. "You shouldn't have come with me, gods." You sigh when you see him without the hood of his coat, wiping his sweat from his forehead, the brunette curls on his head seeping out from the bandage around his head.
"I'm quite sorry, but you were the one that told me to come. I was already acquainted with Arrel and Alaine," Luke rebuts, still polite in his tone. You look away apologetically, remembering that he did almost die in the sea, and now you made him walk with you to the market. Well, to be frank, it was your parents that told you to bring him.
Luke nods at you, taking back the bag you held and carrying it before you two go back to walking. The rest of the walk was silent with just a few small chats from Luke, asking you more about your family as you asked him the same.
Turns out, Luke still didn't remember anything. Not even his family members or his full name. He only knows himself as Luke.
You decide not to push him much on remembering about himself, seeing him also grow irritated at the loss of his own memories, at the fact that he can't even answer your questions.
You eventually arrived at the familiar crowded market, various people chattering and bargaining with one another. The foul smell of the raw meat hanging from hooks invades both of your noses. There wasn't anything new for you; however, your companion seemed new to the smell. You found him quite adorable, chuckling a bit at him pinching his nose while he wandered his gaze around the market with a fascinated expression.
"You haven't been to a market?" The man stared at you blankly. You were confused for a moment before remembering that he had just said he couldn't remember anything but the moments before and after his fall. "Sorry, don't answer that."
Luke chuckles lightly at you. "It's okay, my lady. I may have been to a market, but the memory is not quite vivid."
The way he called you 'my lady' with such a polite and upright tone made you break out in a small smile, looking away from the man. "He must be a highborn," you thought.
"Y/N's fine," You correct him and he nods, your name sounding better coming from his voice and tone, but you'd rather not dwell on it. He is, after all, just a stranger that needs help.
"Follow me." You pulled him by his arm, the man struggling to follow you as he squeezed himself between people, the big bag he carried causing him to occasionally bump into them, halting for a moment to actually apologize genuinely, the folks looking at him weirdly.
"Just ignore them. They likely won't care if you bump into them unless you make them drop something," you explained after the two of you stopped for him to apologize to a random person.
"But that wouldn't be mannerly.." he said.
"You're in a market full of peasants, Luke. Manners are the last thing you'll find here." Luke nods slowly, although weary since he's not used to the environment.
Upon arriving at a familiar cart, barrels containing various different meats on the outside of the cart, flies swarming the hung pig's leg, you notice Luke tapping his feet anxiously. His hood was off, his eyes turning to you and locking with yours before you turned back to the merchant behind the cart.
"Grahar."
"Y/N! My favorite fishies!" The chubby old man gleams at the sight of you, arms welcoming as you nod at Luke to give him the bag. He looks at you before handing it to Grahar. He looks at Luke weirdly before smiling like he usually does, happily taking the bag of fish and other sea creatures.
"The usual eh? You and your family always give me best quality! I put some extra here!" You chuckle at his thick accent, telling him "thank you" as he handed you a bag of coins, though before it could reach your wrist, he beckons you closer.
Your brows raised in surprise, glancing at Luke, who glared at Grahar before you leaned forward.
"Is he partner? You know," the man whispers at you, his fingers doing something not-so appropriate while he looks at your reaction. The sudden speculation made you shriek loudly.
"Seven hells, no, Grahar! He's just a friend!" You exclaimed loudly, Luke looking at the two of you weirdly, not catching up on the context as Grahar's laugh thundered loudly.
You playfully glared at the older merchant before taking the bag of coins, Luke staring down Grahar before following you out of the market.
"Ahh... At times like this, it makes me feel like a princess in the kingdom. Having endless coins to splurge on," you sigh contentedly, Luke peeking inside of the bag at the same time as you do.
"That's... a lot!" Luke marveled at the sight of the metal shining in the bright sun. "I never knew you wanted to be a princess," he adds, pushing back his hood.
"I don't. I never said I did, dimwit." You replied, picking up one silver stag and handing it to Luke. He looked at you confusedly, eyebrows arched as he glanced at the coin, then at you.
You urged him to take it. "Go on. It's yours."
"Thank you..." He says quietly, lips stretching into a warm smile.
"You're welcome. You're now one silver stag richer than 60% of the city." You make a lighthearted remark to him, and he laughs.
His fingers carefully picked up the coin from your hand, inspecting the small piece of metal as his eyes ran over the image of King Jaehaerys and a dragon on either side of the coin.
Luke's head started to hurt. His eyes started to blur while the back of his head started to ache in painful patterns.
Your eyes widen in concern, assisting Luke when he clutches his head upon stumbling a bit. You gripped his arm while leading him into an empty alleyway. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
His chest gradually started heaving up and down. You started to become nervous about what was happening, so you pulled his hood down, cradling the back of his head with your arm. It wasn't bleeding, which is good. The blood on the bandage has already dried.
Luke's hands started to shake as well, the coin in his hand dropping as he stayed silent. While his body jerked and you tried to calm him down, you yourself were also scared.
You took the coin from the ground and held it in between his hands, enclosing his with yours. It took him a long minute to stop convulsing, almost having your own heart attack out of nervousness.
"I'm fine- yes, I'm okay..." He stammers quietly as his body starts to calm down as well, no longer shaking. You finally get to sigh out of relief, dropping to sit on the ground.
Luke stares at his hands, "Did Y/N just... hold my hands..." His cheeks started to burn up at the thought of it, licking his chapped lips and looking elsewhere.
"What happened to you?"
"I... don't know. I think I-"
"What are you two doing there?" The two of you turn to the armored man at the end of the alleyway. You jumped to your feet, arms behind your back, and began to make an excuse, but the armored man was standing beside you. He looked at Luke.
"He hit his head." You reply with a shaky voice.
Luke looks away, pulling the hood of his coat on while the guard moves, his heavy armor clanging. You thought he would ask more questions or even inspect the both of you, but he leaves. Not a word from him.
You snapped to glare at Luke, the man playing with the coin in his hand. "Goodness, I shouldn't have brought you with me," you sigh upon standing. You dusted off your bottoms and held Luke's arm as he stood up with you, placing the small coin in his pocket.
"I think we need to head back home."
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It's been more than four days since you first met Luke. Ever since that headache situation, he's never experienced it again. Or at least, as you thought. The first night, your parents already made him a small tent beside your family's hut, just enough for him to sleep in since he spends the day in the hut.
On his second day, Luke asked you to teach him how to fish. Finding it both boring and disrespectful to stay with your family and not help out. So you did. And he eventually got the hang of it, fishing with your father, sometimes with Arrel and Aliane and sometimes with you.
He no longer had a bandage around his head after the third day. He was already recovering well. Your father bought him his own clothes from a cheap merchant in the market, treating Luke as his "worker" as the man helped around the hut with fishing and bringing the family's gains to the market.
"There's one behind you, gods, Luke spear it!" You yell at him from the shore, the curly-haired man looking for fish in the waters that reached his calves.After some time, he sees it and swiftly impales it with the wooden spear he had.
Luke smiled widely at that, a sense of fulfillment coming over him as he takes the fish from the water and walks over to you.
"It was literally beside you, it took you so long to kill it," you scoff, Luke handing you the fish while you place it atop the clean wood, expertly descaling and cutting it.
"I believe I did fairly well for one that fishes at night," Luke counters, sitting on a small bench beside the bonfire with your siblings. You raised your eyebrow, glaring at him, making him laugh.
When you finished prepping the fish, you placed them in some clay plates that your parents extravagantly bought using the gold coins that the guards gave you. Your siblings and Luke mumbled their thanks as they started to eat. The four of you engage in random conversations about how the day went, with Luke asking about fishing stories every now and then.
"Clean up. Alaine, get some water for the fire. Arrel, bring the plates inside..." You started to list out while your siblings quickly scattered. You turned to Luke, the man looking at you expectantly. "What about me?"
"I don't know, help me with tidying up." You stood up, starting to arrange the littered sticks and leaves around the pit, and Luke did the same. The fire hissed as Luke poured the bucket of water Alaine bought, high-fiving your younger sister after.
Your brow furrowed, promptly feeling something wet hit your side. You slowly turned your head only to see Luke grinning at you with the leftover water from the bucket. He clearly didn't use it all to put out the fire.
He backs away cautiously when you start walking over to him after complaining, running away when he saw you running to the waters to fill a cup with water. You chased him around the shore, splashing the man with water whenever you got close. But Luke ran fast, really fast. And sadly, most of the water you threw in his direction fell to the sand.
When your cup ran out of water, it was his turn to run after you.
"Luke, Luke- No! You dimwit-" You struggled as it took no effort for Luke to reach you, pouring the water over your head as you yelled at him. Luke cackles at your reaction, your frail hands wrapped around his wrist as you try to stop him from emptying the bucket over your head. You hated it, of course, but it did make you laugh. Your complaint was a mix of yelling and laughing.
His laugh slowly dies down when he notices your hand wrapped around his again. "A shower, maybe?" Luke says, your hands withdrawing from his to arrange your hair.
You kick him in the leg, making him groan. "You are truly... a pain in my arse."
When you rolled your eyes, Luke simply chuckled again. He took off the thin coat he wore before giving it to you. "You can go inside, I'll finish up here." He says with a sly smirk, holding your shoulders and pushing you back to the front of the house.
"Do you know just how close I am to hitting you?"
"I don't. How uneducated of me," Luke retorts sarcastically, and you glare at him, standing by the door as he awaits you to go back inside. He started to pick up the small pieces of rubbish around the area, cleaning off the wooden stools and counter.
You yawned lowly, adjusting his coat around your shoulders before deciding to go back, wanting to dry your hair and help your siblings to bed.
"Good night then, Y/N!" Luke speaks as you head inside, standing by the open window to see him. You wave back, a small scoff leaving your mouth.
"Good night as well, Luke."
hearts, reactions, replies, and reblogs are very appreciated if you liked the story! <3 ^w^
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gamerbearmira · 1 year
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@desiree610 has an AU where Bruno is an android that his creators deemed a failure and kept locked away because he became self-aware. Thought it was interesting :)
FINALLY SOMEONE KNOWS D H I’VE HAD AN AU FOR SO LONG AND NO ONE TO SHARE lemme know if y’all wanna see that <33 👹👹 but like. I think??? That’s really cool. Like let’s be sooooo Fr he’s not even a failure. Bro turns into a deviant and I’m here for it <333 self-awareness Bruno\Madrigals for da win 😨
I need to rewatch the gameplay for that 🗣
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ghiacciowife · 11 months
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@desiree610 has some really nice mer squadra tail designs
hm, i'm definitely going to take some inspiration then. thanks for letting me know!
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headoverjojo · 4 years
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Hi. I wasn't sure if your still doing any request. But I was hoping to get something with Ghiaccio. His crush askes him out on a date to the carnival. He's nervous at first because he wasn't expecting this to actually happen. But they both have a really good time. Going on rides, playing games, even seeing Ghiaccio win a cute prize for his crush. 💙❄
Desiree, hello! :3 And sure thing! What a tender scenario, thank you for the prompt :,) And here we gooo! I hope you’ll like it :3
Ghiaccio and his crush’s first date at the carnival
(Under the cut for length!)
Melone tilted his head, looking at Ghiaccio with critical eyes for long moments, before nodding in approval. One last fix at the light blue shirt’s collar, and he was finally satisfied with his work. Ignoring Ghiaccio’s frown and grumblings, he dragged him in front of a mirror, with a satisfied smile. Ghiaccio grumbled again, at his limit, but he had to admit that Melone had done a good job… he was finally ready, for real, for his date! At least in appearance…
“C’mon, it will be fine. We’ve talked about it, right? It’s normal to be nervous, and maybe the first minutes will be… awkward, but you’ll eventually relax and everything will be smoother. Just be yourself, alright? And don’t you dare to start with the “but I am a shit” discourse, hm?- he said, anticipating Ghiaccio’s words, -if they have accepted to go out with you, it means that they like you as you are. Maybe… try to control a bit your temper, but do not change yourself. They like the you you already are.” Melone said, while still dancing around him to fix the smallest details. It was the first date his friend had in ages; he wanted everything to be perfect!
“Oh! And do not forget the flowers. Now go, or you’ll be late!” Melone pushed him out of the HQ, still giving advices and wishing him good luck. Ghiaccio sighed, when silence finally fell, as he walked to his destination: your house. He stopped a little at a flower shop to buy a nice bouquet of your favourite flowers, and then marched to your place, determined to make you live the best evening of your life. He will have tried his best!
He rang your bell door, swallowing, nervous. What if you had changed your mind? What if it was all… a prank? What if he was just making himself ridiculous? Would you have thought bad of him? Made fun of him? His mind was still racing wildly when you came to open the door, with a big and relieved smile on your face. Yes, you were the one who asked him out, and yes, he accepted, but still… you feared he would have changed his mind last minute. But seeing him at your doorsteps, so gorgeous in his casual but fitting outfit, an adorable pout that was slowly melting into a more relaxed expression, with a beautiful bouquet in his hands finally tamed all your fears. Now it was time for fun!
“For you.” he grumbled, handing you the flowers, looking anywhere but at you while, you noticed with a silent gasp, a light blush creeped on his cheeks. You smiled, softened, taking gently the flowers, brushing his hands with the tips of your fingers. The blush on his cheeks became redder, but you didn’t notice it, as you were busy sniffing the flowers, happy. Your favourite…
“Thank you so much… I put them in a vase and I’ll be here in a second, ok? Don’t run!” you said, daring to wink at him, vanishing inside your house again. Ghiaccio slowly let out his breath, now that your beautiful eyes weren’t on him. Oh god, it would have been more complicated than what he had thought…
Your arrival saved him again from more panicked thoughts. You smiled at him again, and his heart raced; how could he feel so… so good, so happy just seeing you smile? Was it even possible?
He tried to relax, like Melone had suggested him. He wanted everything to be fine… so, he tried to chat a little, feeling relieved when you answered with a smile. It was going well, it seemed… you seemed to enjoy the time you were spending together. You even laughed a couple of times… it was making him feel good and comfortable. He was finally starting to loosen up, to your immense joy. It was incredibly warming to see him with a relaxed expression… he even seemed younger!
When you arrived at the carnival, your ultimate destination, you felt him tense again. He didn’t like crowds… you searched for his hand, and held it tight, when you found it. He turned to you, surprised and again red on his cheeks, and you just smiled at him, even if a blush was spreading on your face too.
“We’ll not get separated, in this way.” you simply said, finally entering with him in a world made of fun, lights, food and joyous screams. Ghiaccio swallowed, clinging at your hand, but, the more he wandered around without being attacked or bothered, the more he started to relax, and he went back to chit chat with you, without letting go of your hand, to your joy.
When you saw him relaxed enough, you proposed him to try some of the rides, and you beamed in joy and surprise when, after the first roller coaster ride, you saw him laugh for real, as tension seemed to finally leave his body. There was nothing better to release all the tension than a good adrenaline rush! You never saw him so… so normal. Like a young man who was, for once, enjoying a good and funny evening with… his crush. You hid a smile, when you remembered that you were out on a date and not as friends…
“Oh, oh, Ghiaccio, look! The clay pigeon shooting! They always have such cute prizes…” you sighed, with a smile, looking at the little stand where a lively little man was calling and inciting the crowd to try to win “wonderful, incredible, fantastic prizes!”. Ghiaccio turned to you, looking at you for long seconds, before turning again to the stand.
“What prize do you want?” he asked, quiet. You blinked, surprised, and turned at him. Was he serious?
“C’mon, G/N. What prize do you like the most?” he asked again, looking at you with a small pout. You gulped down the surprise, looking again at the prizes neatly exposed. The ones you always liked always required a great shooting accuracy…
“The white cat. I like that.” you finally said, with a sigh. No way you would have ever won it, not even in a century…
“Good. Let’s go, then.” he pulled you to the stand, already studying the timing of the small targets. Nothing difficult… at least, not for him. He was a hitman, after all and, even if he wasn’t a sniper, he was required to be a good shooter. He was sure he could do it!
“One try, please.” you looked at the small gun the man handed to Ghiaccio, while cheerfully inciting him. Ghiaccio looked at you again, and a small smile bent his lips, making you blush again. Was he really going to do it for you…?
“You’ll have your white cat.” he promised, with a small nod, before pointing at the moving targets and shooting. One, two, four, six: with a lethal precision, all the blank bullets hit the targets. A small bell madly rang, loud and cheerful, and the man handed him the deserved prize, with a big smile and screamed congratulations. Ghiaccio grumbled a thanks, picking up the giant plushie, and, when the two of you were a little far from the chaos, he looked at you, blushing again. Oh, this was awkward…
“Err… for you.” he murmured, handing you the plushie. You huffed a laugh, hugging the enormous and soft plushie, with a happy sigh. You still couldn’t believe it… you looked at him, with a smile, and got on your tiptoes, giving him a peck on the cheek. When you drew back, he was blushing again like crazy, and your cheeks too felt warmer than usual.
“Thank you, Ghiaccio, for the plushie… and this incredible evening. I loved it.” you said, suddenly shy. Was it too much…? You wanted so much to invite him again, to have another date with him, but… would have it been too daring to ask him so…?
“I… I had fun too. Maybe we… we could do it again, if you want to…?” you gasped, incredulous. Oh… you dared to look at him, and your heart melted when he saw his cute pout, his red cheeks and the way he was trying to keep it cool. How dared he to be so adorable…!
“Yes… I’d love it.” you murmured, with a sweet smile mirrored in his face a moment later. As your first date slowly sided over, you couldn’t help but to smile and giggle in total bliss.
That first date had been a real success, and you couldn’t wait to go on a date again with him.
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abbacchiosbelt · 4 years
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Ghiaccio for a Valentine's Day Message 💙💙💙
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demonzeppeli · 4 years
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I made this just for you because I love the design of your Jjba Oc. I hope you like it.
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Thank you so much 🥺❤
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ask-missmascarpone · 4 years
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You and Bruno are so cute together. Are you two ever gonna have some babies? You both would make great parents. [~Ombra🖤]
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“That’s a little bold, isn’t it?”
“Ahaha! In any case, if we were ever to marry - or get together for that matter - I don’t think children would be out of the question completely. Bruno’s got quite the knack for adopting though, I’m sure he’d be a wonderful father. I, on the other hand....”
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cagelessraven · 4 years
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💙Ghiaccio and Ombra, in an autumn themed setting💙
Ombra belongs to @desiree610
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Um Fluffy cuddles hcs with all members of La Squadra? Please? :3
Cuddles are coming!
Risotto:
- Ris is a full body cuddler. With his gigantic size, it’s hard for him not to be.
- Either you have 6′7 of pure mafioso wrapped around you from the side, or you’re laying on top of his chest as if he were the most toned mattress in all of Italy.
- He’s much more down to earth than he is on the job. It isn’t often he gets to enjoy such relaxation.
Prosciutto:
- Prosciutto isn’t really a cuddler. It’s something he needs to warm up to first.
- Start slow with him, beginning with hand holding, and then an arms around shoulders, and then, you can ask him if he wants to cuddle.
- He’s an unusually cold bodied man, so you won’t get too hot while cuddling, even in the summer.
- Once he’s comfortable enough, he may ask you for a kiss :)
Pesci:
- Having someone who would even want to cuddle with him and love him for who he is makes him feel so warm inside and happy, no matter when or where you want to cuddle he’ll oblige.
- Pesci is a giant teddy bear boy when he has someone to hold. He has extraordinary hugging arms.
- His cuddles are rarely still, he’ll almost always be finding more ways to express his affection while you do. Threading his fingers between yours, kissing your cheek, nuzzling you.
Formaggio:
- Formaggio, as it’s been said before, loves to play with size, even if it’s just for cuddling. He’ll shrink himself to get a fuller hug from you, or shrink you to hold you more.
- He likes to have you laying on top of him, your foreheads touching. That makes kissing easy, not even needing to move much.
- Cuddling for him is the best when you can relax together and even end up taking a nap.
Ghiaccio:
- The trick to cuddling with Ghiaccio is to get him to calm down for long enough first.
- He’s actually pretty flustered about it!
- His favourite position to cuddle in is on your sides, to have you curled up against his chest, himself curled up a little around you in a protective position.
Melone:
- Nasty melon man. He will be suggestive the entire time. But he won’t actually do anything if you don’t want to.
- Even so, he’ll be very indulgent in pillow talk, maybe even some light groping.
- He likes to be as close as humanly possible while cuddling. Legs intertwined, arms around each other’s backs, faces practically touching. He’s a slim, lithe man, so it’s easy to hold him like that.
Illuso:
- Illuso will take you into his mirror world to cuddle with you in complete privacy. He doesn’t want to be pulled away by business.
- He’ll sit with you on a couch with his arm around your shoulders, pulled gently against his side, sharing all the gossip he’s discovered through mirror spying.
- He’ll let you play with his hair if you ask first. It’s hard to resist those silky bunches.
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valeskafics · 1 year
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Wait… so your serving both New Chapters for ‘Stepbro’ and ‘Blood of my blood’?
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Thank you for the meal.
Mam it’s incest day in bel’s house y’all gonna get that step incest and the other kind 🤪🤪🤪
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valeska-fics · 1 year
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Blood of My Blood (Chapter Four) ~ Jacaerys/Aemond/Aegon x Jace’s Twin!Reader
A/N IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: lmfaoooooo here u go guys I could not WAIT to put this part out, FAMILY DRAMAAAAA 👀
Summary: A family tragedy leads to more reunions than one.
Link to previous chapters here.
TW: canon-typical incest, profanity, innuendo, light angst
Word Count: 2,578 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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The morning after Y/N claims Cannibal, more distressing news is received at Dragonstone. Lady Laena Velaryon has tragically passed in childbirth whilst in Pentos.
When Y/N wakes and hears the news, she does not speak to Jace, nor to her mother. She goes to her father, offering him her sympathies. Laenor embraces his daughter tightly, crying into her shoulder, bereaved beyond what he thought humanly possible.
Now that all the Velaryons have their own dragons, they fly to Driftmark for the funeral. Ser Qarl and their retainers come by ship, following along below them. The sky and the sea. Once they land, Y/N waits at the docks, eager to see her grandsires, aunt, and most of all, uncles again.
The first person she sees is Helaena. The princesses embrace each other quickly, Helaena staring at her niece. She giggles to herself after a moment.
“Congratulations, dearest Y/N,” she smiles secretively, “You have claimed not just Cannibal, but three other dragons.”
Before Y/N can ask what she means, Helaena’s septa is pulling her away.
The King and Queen disembark next, the King being quite tired from his travels. After a quick, but affectionate, greeting, the King and Queen leave to meet with Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys.
Then, Princess Y/N sees two very familiar young men.
“Uncle Aemond, Uncle Aegon!” Y/N lets out an entirely unladylike scream as she barrels towards the boys, “I’ve missed you so much!”
Aegon stands before her first, “You aren’t angry at me anymore, Niece?”
She pauses and turns to Aemond, “If you’ve forgiven him, I shall too. But only if you have, Uncle.”
Aemond smiles shyly and nods, “It’s alright, Y/N. I know you’ve missed us both.”
She quickly embraces Aegon, “I’m so, so, so glad to see you!”
“You’re glad for the death of your aunt, Niece? That doesn’t bode too well for us, now, does it?” Aegon teases, embracing her tightly and kissing her cheek.
He allows his lips to linger on her skin for a moment and all of the feelings Y/N harbors for him come rushing back in full force. She meets his gaze, her eyes flickering between his eyes and lips, biting her own. He smirks and releases her, hoping that he has left her longing for him as he does for her.
Then, it is Aemond’s turn. He smiles at her softly, pulling her into his arms. She nuzzles her head in the crook of his neck.
“I missed you the most, truth be told. You’re my best friend, after all,” she whispers, making his smile widen.
“I promised you I’d see you soon, didn’t I?” Aemond responds, squeezing her tight.
“By the way,” she says after Aemond lets go, her countenance bright and proud, “You are now looking at a dragon rider.”
The boys are completely silent for a moment, before the silence is broken by the elder brother.
“She’s completely mad,” Aegon scoffs, rolling his eyes, “An absolute nutter. Truly, Niece, I had wondered when it would finally happen. Don’t the peasants say when a Targaryen is born, the gods toss a coin and hold their breath? Well, it has happened. First time since Maegor that we have a real lunatic. Well done, Princess.”
“Where did you even find a dragon, Y/N?” Aemond asks skeptically.
“Come on then, I’ll show the both you if you don’t believe me!” Y/N says, grabbing the pair of them by their hands, running to the Dragonpit.
She leads them to the great black beast, who grows restless in the pit. He settles when he sees Y/N, letting out a low purr, lumbering over to her. Aemond and Aegon immediately know who this is from his green eyes.
The wild one. The Cannibal.
“You claimed a wild dragon,” Aemond gasps, “Amazing.”
Aegon lets out a low whistle, “I’m impressed, Niece, truly. I suppose if anyone had it in them, it would be you.”
“Let me take you both for a ride!” Y/N offers, grinning at Aegon, “Aemond first. It’s only fair.”
“You wound me niece,” Aegon pouts, before leaning in and smirking, “But perhaps, you may take this dragon for a ride later.”
She somewhat understands the hidden meaning behind Aegon’s words. The thought of it makes her both nervous and excited. She moves away from him, grabbing Aemond.
“Come on, come on, let’s go!”
They take to the skies. Aemond’s first dragon ride is more than he ever dreamed. When he tells Y/N as much, she agrees.
“I could spend all day flying on his back,” Y/N admits to her uncle, “The world is so different from up here.”
“I hope I can know how it feels one day,” Aemond smiles sadly, “I can’t believe you managed to do the impossible.”
“You will have a dragon too, Uncle. Didn’t I tell you?” she questions before asking Cannibal to veer left, avoiding a rain cloud.
“There is no dragon left for me,” he sighs, “I’m not brave like you. I can’t do it.”
“You are a dragon, Uncle Aemond,” her voice is firm and pulls at his gut, making his stomach churn, “You must do as I did. Take what is yours with fire and blood. Be bold and be brave like I know you are.”
Little does young Y/N know the repercussions her words will have. By her utterance, she has set into effect a chain of events that will change the course of all of the youths’ lives.
For better or for worse.
Later, at the funeral, Y/N feels eyes on her. She cannot quite place who it is. Sure, she has seen Aemond and Aegon looking over at her, but she knows the feel of their gaze. This stare is unfamiliar. And yet, it also isn’t.
“Your cousins have lost their mother. They could use a kind word,” Rhaenyra urges her children.
“I have an equal claim to sympathy,” Jace retorts, ignoring his mother’s warning tone, “We should be at Harrenhal mourning Lord Lyonel and Ser Harwin.”
As Rhaenyra lectures her son on how improper that would be, Y/N loses any animosity she feels toward him in that moment and takes his hand, squeezing it softly. He squeezes back, thanking her for the silent strength she gives him despite her mourning Ser Harwin as well.
“I’d be lost without you,” Jace murmurs after their mother leaves, kissing Y/N on the forehead, “Thank you, beloved sister of mine.”
Y/N flushes at the look in his eyes, refusing to meet his gaze and give into his charms in front of all these people, “Don’t get all sentimental on me now, Jace.”
Jace grins at her, rubbing his bottom lip which is slightly bruised from the previous night’s… Misadventure. He looks around to make sure no one is paying them any attention. Jace leans in again to kiss her on the cheek, but pretends to stumble and kisses her lips. She gasps slightly when he moves his tongue to lick her bottom lip, the way the woman from the Streets of Silk had told him to. He feels Y/N’s breathing become more shallow, her chest heaving against his. She finally calms when their lips separate.
“We can’t do that here,” she whispers furiously, slapping his shoulder, “Jace! Someone could see!”
She ignores Jace’s furious accusations of hiding what he perceives to be their new relationship from Aegon and Aemond. She glances around and sees Daemon Targaryen staring straight her way. He does not flinch when she meets his gaze, instead his eyes soften. She frowns slightly, studying his face. She does not understand why he feels so familiar to her. She sees her mother eyeing him, dancing around him like a girl fresh out of her leading strings.
The way Rhaenyra looks at him. It clicks for Y/N.
Daemon Targaryen is her father.
She effectively cuts off Jace’s rant by walking over to Daemon. If the older man is surprised, he does not reveal it.
After simply staring at him for a moment, she speaks, “I am very sorry for your loss, Great Uncle Daemon. From all I have heard from my father, Aunt Laena was a remarkable woman.”
He nods, “Thank you, Princess,” the corners of his lips upturn slightly, “You have grown. The last time I saw you was on the day of your birth, that very eve. Tiny little thing, barely a hair on your head. Not that you would remember.”
“The last time you saw me was the day you abandoned me, Father.”
She sees her mother freeze out of the corner of her eye, Rhaenyra having approached the two. Daemon sighs.
“I did,” Daemon stands and takes Y/N’s hands in his, “But, Y/N, you must understand-”
“No, Daemon Targaryen,” she shakes her head, pulling her hands away, ignoring his hurt expression, “It is you who must understand. I have grown up my entire life not knowing who my father was. Feeling that there was a part of me missing. Wondering why my father was not with me. Why did he not love me enough to fight and be a part of my life? But you. You replaced me with not one, but two daughters, without a second thought,” Y/N feels tears of anger threatening to fall from her eyes, “I grew up just fine without you, you know? I’m not that little five year old girl anymore, crying and wondering if my father will come find me someday. Ser Harwin cared for me. The way you were supposed to. And I wasn’t even his. He was the one who taught me to fight, and pretty fucking well.”
“Y/N-”
“He taught me everything,” one lone tear is all she allows to escape her, that solitary tear alone cutting Daemon to the core, “And he is gone. And I cannot even mourn him. So you are not the only one who lost someone dear to you. You should know that,” Y/N pauses, clearing her throat, “Do my sisters know who I am?”
Daemon shakes his head, “You may introduce yourself to them in any manner you so wish, or,” he pauses, sounding uncharacteristically unsure of himself in the face of his firstborn’s wrath, “I could. I would be proud to introduce you to your younger sisters.”
By now, the crowd has dispersed, most retiring back to the main hall. Only Daemon, Rhaenyra, and Y/N remain.
“I don’t need you,” Y/N states stubbornly, crossing her arms, “I never did. And if I didn’t need you then, I certainly don’t need you now. I don’t need anyone in my life who does not want to be there.”
Daemon sighs, resting a hand on the girls head, “All I ever wanted was to be in your life, ñuha tala. But it would’ve been dangerous for you.” (my daughter)
“Nyke ȳdra daor tepagon iā qogralbar nūmāzma danger, nyke mērī mirre jeldan naejot gīmigon ñuha kepa!” (I don’t give a fuck about danger, I only ever wanted to know my father!)
Daemon grins at her, “Your High Valyrian is impressive.”
She glares at him suspiciously, “I taught myself.”
“As did I.”
Y/N relents and buries her face into her father’s chest, not crying but dry heaving, all of the tears in her body already having been used up for Ser Harwin. Daemon embraces her tightly and she swears she can feel his tear drops falling onto her hair.
After they separate, Daemon takes Y/N to introduce to Baela and Rhaena. The girls smile at her awkwardly, but soon realize what Daemon is trying to imply when he calls Y/N their blood.
“I suppose I am no longer the eldest sister,” Baela smirks slightly, making Y/N laugh.
“I’m sorry for stealing that title from you, Baela!”
“Oh, Y/N, I’m not sorry at all,” she grins, “Rhaena has a new role model now. I can now be a second sister who can do as she pleases, no responsibilities.”
“Oh, little sister, you make me feel so envious,” Y/N snickers.
The sight of the three girls huddling together and bonding brings a profound smile to Daemon’s face. And when he sees the woman he has always loved, his darling Rhaenyra, still look at him the way she did all those years past, he knows.
He loved Laena deeply, but he knows he can and will heal.
That afternoon, Y/N reads a book Daemon has gifted her from his private libraries upon having heard of her interest in their family’s history. It is his favorite book from his childhood, the only one he says that he found interesting enough to read. Absorbed in her literature, she is startled when she hears her best friend calling her name before colliding into where he is seated, barely refraining from falling flat on her face.
“Oh! Uncle Aemond!” she exclaims, “I wasn’t looking, sorry! I didn’t know-“
Aemond pats the space next to him, “Sit with me, Y/N. Though I cannot stand the majority of our family, you know I’m always glad for your company.”
Y/N smiles, taking the seat beside him, “I’m always happy to spend time with you, Uncle. Especially now. Funerals are such sad business, I find comfort in your presence.”
“I didn’t say it earlier, I was just so happy to be reunited, and then, of course, our introduction to your new best friend,” she laughs softly at his reference to her newly claimed dragon; Aemond takes her hand, surprising her, “But I’m sorry for your loss. Truly,” he murmurs softly.
Y/N knows he isn’t speaking of her aunt and responds, kissing his cheek, “Thank you.”
Aemond blushes slightly, “What are you reading?”
“An abridged history of Maegor the Cruel’s reign,” she responds, showing him the tome, “Great Uncle Daemon gave it to me as a gift. If Aegon says I am insane like Maegor, I suppose I should read up on him, no?”
She wishes to keep Daemon her little secret, if only for a short while longer.
Aemond laughs and nods, thinking for a moment before speaking, “Your nameday is coming soon. Have you chosen what you’d like for a present?”
“I want a Dornish dress!” Y/N smiles, “Father says turning five and ten means I’m practically a woman and can wear whatever I wish.”
Aemond bites back a smile at her enthusiasm, “It’s hard to believe you’re turning fifteen. I still remember the little girl who would smuggle extra lemon cakes and biscuits from the kitchens in the bodice of her dress before she discovered her skirt lining offered more room.”
“Well, I’m quite grown up now, Uncle,” she proclaims, returning to her book, “I keep a saddlebag with me to smuggle my snacks since coming to Dragonstone. I’ve matured.”
Aemond smiles at her affectionately and shakes his head, “Yes, Y/N. It’s only been a fortnight or so since I saw you last, but you’ve become a proper young lady in that time, claiming wild dragons, gallivanting through the skies. Very ladylike, indeed.”
She grins at the fact that he so easily picked up on her jesting, “I’m glad you’ve seen reason, Uncle, I always knew you were the smart one.”
He quickly presses a kiss to her lips and laughs softly, eliciting a fit of giggles from her as well.
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amidst the waves: part III
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summary: born a lowborn, your family a group of fishermen that supply the market; one day, it wasn’t a fish caught but rather, a young man.
pairing: lucerys velaryon x fem!reader
notes: hi !! sorry for taking so long to update amidst the waves but here it is :3 this is the last part but other chapter/s may be posted depending on what i am motivated to write lol i hope u guys love it!!
part: I, II, III
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"Are you two mad?!" You spoke loudly, your father hissing at your tone.
You glared at the two of them in frustration, having been asked by your family to come with them to the market even though it's rare that the three of you go there. It's usually either one of you.
Now, they had taken you away from your hut, deep into the city, as they sat you down in a random alleyway with no one around, telling you the recent decision that they had made without informing you nor even telling you the slightest bit.
"We don't know who Luke actually is, Y/N. He is a stranger to us. We have to give him back."
"You placed a roof over his head, building him his own little tent, and you dare say he's a stranger? Why, because he's worth some gold?" You snapped back at your father.
The two of them sighed, rubbing their temples as they looked away, wary of any bystanders hearing your outburst given that the three of you are in the market.
They take a step closer, and you take a step back. Firmly glaring at them while having your arms crossed on your chest.
"Luke has stayed with us for more than three weeks already. He helps with fishing, with cooking, with everything! What else do you want from him-"
"To go back to where he came from, Y/N," your father cuts you off. "We know you've grown fond of him, Y/N, but he's not from here. He has a family looking for him, it's bad enough that we didn't inform our lord about a random boy washing up on the shore, what more if we hide him from them?"
You groaned. "What if those people aren't nice, that's why he ran away from them?"
"The ones that would take him are the men from the city watch. If we don't give him to them, what do you think they will do to us? We hardly even have anything to defend ourselves." They reasoned it out once more, and it left you silent. You knew that no matter how much you fought them, they'd still do as they pleased, with or without your approval.
And it was scarier, eventually waking up and seeing the tent beside your hut empty. Alaine and Arrel not having their sister's older friend help them sharpen wooden spears or you being left alone after supper's finished—it all frightened you.
You weren't entirely fond of the man from the sea, you just didn't want him away. You wanted him always by your side—his silly, curly hair, goofy smile, and kind attitude towards everyone. All of the things you didn't have.
Instead of fighting them further, you ignored them. Your mother and father looked at you worriedly when they saw you walk away from the alley. Your father tried to follow after you, only to be pulled back by your mother, who was subtly shaking her head as you slowly disappeared from their line of vision.
The busy crowd kept your mind at bay. You walked around the city for as long as you had desired, walking past various houses and markets, admiring the beauty of the simple pleasures around you, wondering how much more fun it would've been if Luke was with you.
You walk by some small merchants with small brooches on their makeshift boxes, ready to be bought by whoever had the means to, thinking of your friend back on the shore. You pull out a few coins from your pouch, picking out a brooch from the merchant as they express their gratitude.
When you pick one out, you put the coin on this laid out palm. You held the item close to your face, inspecting it closely as you stared at the way the bronze was crafted to illustrate a fish in a complete circle. You sighed briefly at this.
"Should he fancy accessories, I think this is the perfect one."
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By the time you got back home, the waters were serenely silent, with only the sounds of the waves lightly crashing into the rocks.
You stared for a long moment at the closed hut, the doors and windows were shut, telling you that they'd already shut you out. There weren't even any lights coming from inside, only meaning that they're already past asleep, leaving you outside, in the sand, all alone.
Or, so you thought.
"They were looking for you," the awfully familiar voice spoke, approaching you carefully as he squinted, making sure it was you.
You turned sharply, looking at him with wide eyes, before your stare slowly softened and you turned back to the sea. Your shoulders relaxed a bit when you felt him stand beside you, also staring at the sea, though with a confused look on his face.
He glanced over at you, eyebrows furrowed after you ignored his statement. "They- they already closed the hut, your father said you ran away."
A scoff leaves your lips: "Were you worried?" You ask.
"Was I worried? Of course I was. No one was able to cook the fish until your parents showed up. Me and your siblings almost tried to start a fire ourselves," he replies, making you chuckle. Luke smiled a bit at that, finding the sound of your chuckles pleasant.
"No, but truly... I was really worried about you. I almost went to the market myself." Luke smiles at you, and you can see the evident worry in his eyes.
You shrugged in response, heaving a deep sigh.
"Why are you awake at this hour? It's deathly late." You spoke, changing the topic while fixing your skirt. You sat down on the sand, and Luke did the same, quickly sitting beside you.
He pulled up his knees to his chest, touching the sand softly as he replied. "Hmm, I, uhh..." You hummed, waiting for him as you watched the sea.
"I had... visions," you hear him take a deep breath. "Of my memories... couldn’t really sleep through it.”
You stiffen up at his reply, feeling as if your breath had been caught in your throat. You didn't even know yet if his memories were real or if they were just bits and bits of flashes.
"It's nothing much, really, it was- it's-" he started to stammer, your forehead creasing at his nervousness.
"Were they bad memories?" You asked, and he immediately shook his head no, quite defensive as he started to explain once more about his visions.
He toyed with the string of his thin shirt, picking up one of the shells beside him. "They were really... violent. I honestly don't remember much from this exact memory, but.. it was all chaotic. Me, a boy, and two other girls were fighting another boy. It was somewhere dark, somewhere rocky, I-I don't-"
You placed a hand over his knee, prompting him to stop before he even got to start rambling. The two of you stared at each other in silence, Luke's lips hanging open and his eyebrows furrowed.
"I'm sorry you had to relive those unpleasant memories, Luke." You pursed your lips, and Luke placed his hand on top of yours, placing it on top of yours warmly.
In silence, the two of you remained peaceful. Not a single word was spoken or uttered. But you felt something different; you felt something missing in this silent night. Slowly, you leaned your head to rest on his shoulder, making Luke tense only to relax a few seconds later.
"They weren't all bad memories, Y/N," Luke says.
He began to tell stories of his visions, what he saw, what he remembers, and what he knew about himself as of now. You hardly even knew that he got remnants of his memories when he slept. He never talked to you about it.
"I am the prince, Y/N. I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon. The missing son of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen." He says with such meaning that your jaw drops.
He actually remembered everything after the first week he stayed with you. From his childhood to his teenage years, the moment he got to say his first word in High Valyrian, his flights with his dragon, Arrax, his first fight with his older brother, his youngest brother being birthed, his mother's kisses on his cheeks,
his betrothal.
Your throat went dry at his mention. He seemed to be baffled as well when he told you that he was an engaged prince.
Of course, he would be. It was easier to believe than the fact that he is a prince. Luke's handsome; he's caring, respectful, smart, everything. Everyone could easily fall for a man like Luke.
It hurt you a bit, yes, but with everything, you can only be happy that he actually has someone waiting for him home. Someone that was probably devastated by his disappearance. And yet, you still dreaded seeing him not around.
"Y/N, are you okay?" Luke asks, his tone ever so caring, as it always has been. You hummed in response.
"I can't believe you're a prince. Prince Lucerys Velaryon... And you didn't even tell me," you changed the subject, closing your eyes while Luke looked at you weirdly, probably weirded out after you mentioned his real name.
"Don't I seem like a prince?"
"You try housing a man that your parents brought home almost dead, who allegedly rode a dragon before he fell into the ocean and now is allegedly a prince. What do you think?" Luke laughed at that, his body rumbling with laughter as you did, giggling softly at your statement.
He sighs at that. "Well, I apologize then. You and your family have done so much for me that I could not keep track anymore. I believe a mere 'thank you' would not be enough."
You pulled your head away from his shoulder, turning your body to face him. He was surprised by that, quickly moving his body to face you as well. The way he always tried to do things the same as you made you stifle a laugh.
Looking down, you sucked at your teeth for a moment, internally debating, before you reached for your pouch beside you.
He looks at you curiously, watching you twist to your right while searching for an unknown item. Soon enough, you present him with the brooch from earlier.
His eyes widen with faint astonishment, and his mouth hangs wide. He raised his eyebrow at you before glancing back at the brooch on your hand. You jerked your palm at him, urging him to take it, and he carefully does so.
Luke carefully inspected the round shape of the brooch, the sides of his lips raising a bit when he recognized the unique image it had been melded to.
"I wish to be with you, Luke. Not romantically, no, I- I'm yet to be ready, and also with your betroth-"
"I understand you, Y/N, and I... wish to be with you as well," he cuts you off with a whisper. "Always."
You gulped when you heard him say it. Your heart is starting to beat faster and faster with each passing second. Luke felt the same, his heart thumping, threatening to jump out of his chest.
"But there are greater things... than- than I care to consider. And for that, I must... I must head back. Be with them." His eyes flicker away in the other directions upon saying the last bit.
Confusion suddenly washed over you, Luke was not clear on what he was saying. Not until you pieced it all. "You- you're the one that asked them to give you back to the city watch?" You glare at him furiously, your tone full of accusation.
"Y/N," he starts, but you have already stood up. "Why didn't you tell me it first?" You roared, pointing at yourself.
Luke stands as well, putting his hands in front of himself in an attempt to calm you down. "Let me explain first, don't-"
"I fought with my mother and father because I did not want them to give you away to the city watch! I yelled at them because I did not want you to feel that we all wanted to get rid of you in the first place, because we didn't. I didn't!" You yelled at him.
Your conscience ate you up right after. The hurt look on his face breaks your heart more than him telling you he's already engaged.
You turned away from him, walking away, only to hear the sands swooshing around, following you. You breathed in heavily, calming yourself down before you let yourself speak anymore. Luke seemed to have figured that out, waiting for you to face him in silence.
With the scent of the sea breeze filling your nostrils, the wind whistling, you cleared your head. Turning back to face him with a blank look.
"I wish you well, Prince Lucerys. If it is your desire to be with your family, then may you travel safely to them."
"What?" Luke replies, now with a shocked tone. "Y/N, you don't have to talk so formally like that. Please, you don't have to call me Lucerys. I'm still Luke!"
"Your Luke." His voice now above a whisper.
He watched as your eye and lips twitched, your gaze hardening instead of softening. You picked at your fingers from behind you, tearing and pinching the skin off.
"It's late. I am sure the city watch will take you early morrow. Better get some sleep. Maybe it would help you remember more." You ignore him, clenching your jaw. You glared at him once more before walking away from him.
You don’t even know where you slept that night, nor did you even bother thinking if Luke followed you away from your home.
When the sun rose from the east, you knew you were done for that day. You knew that the next day, there would only be you, Alaine, and Arrel left. No more older brother for the two, no more fishing companion, no more playful banter during supper.
He had already departed, or so you watched him depart.
Luke gave each of your siblings a warm hug and kiss on the forehead, smiling tightly as both of their eyes brimmed with tears, not wanting to see the man they've grown to like leave.
When he arrived by your mother, she hugged him tightly, rocking him side by side with a proud smile on his face before he passed Luke on to your father. He laughs when he watches your father bend his knee in an awful try at a curtsy, Luke bringing him up to hug him instead.
You watched them exchange various replies while you waited from behind the cluster of horses and men waiting for the prince.
Luke eventually nodded at them, his eyes searching for you all around, hoping to at least apologize and bid you farewell once and for all. His face lights up when he sees the familiar stature of yours behind the men. The men moved out of his way with haste, curious to see who he had been looking at.
"Y/N," he breathes.
"My prince."
He tongues at his cheek before nodding. He takes a soft hold of your hand, bringing it to his lips as he presses a soft and respectful kiss on the back of your palm. You forced a smile on your face upon seeing the brooch you had given him on his now leather-clad chest.
"Thank you, Y/N, for everything. All of the things you taught me in my stay here are some of the things that I will always keep in my head; and in my heart, know that... you will always be in there." Luke says, and you finally break out of your forced face, launching forward to give him a hug.
You felt his arms wrap around you as well, caught off-guard by your hug while you breathed in his scent, he smelled of the sea now. "Your wife would be there, as well." You whispered before you pulled away, the people around were all looking at you two weirdly.
Luke smiled at you tenderly, tapping the brooch by his heart as if you had not yet seen it. You nod at him, inhaling sharply.
"Farewell, Luke."
"Farewell, my lady."
that’s a wrap! i hope you loooved the story!! thank you all so much for reading up until here <3 remember: hearts, reactions, replies, and reblogs are very appreciated if you liked the story! ily all!
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