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✧.* Hello everyone! Welcome to my fic recommendations, this post in particular will be especifically for the House of the Dragon fanfics; whether they were written by mutuals, or not. Enjoy!

Queen Visenya x Haindmaiden!Reader; by @ruby-dragon

Aemond Targaryen x original character; by @solisarium [ smut warning ]

Our Duties, Lucerys Velaryon x Reader; by @mrsgrwy

Modern! Lucerys Velaryon having a crush on you, by @mrsgrwy

Lavender Haze, Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader; by @howyouloveyourdragon [ brief smut content ]

Tell Me How You Hate Me, Modern!Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader; by @targaryenbrainrot. Part one here, part two here.

Falling For a Lie, a Lucerys Velaryon x Witch!Reader series; by @reader-inserts-and-others-thing

The Prince's Mistress, a Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader series; by @faces-ofvenus

Confessions from the Heart, Lucerys Velaryon x Reader; by @house-strong

Two is Better than One, Jacaerys x Reader x Lucerys; by @house-strong

Shadow of the Sea Snake, Lucerys Velaryon x Reader; by @house-strong

A Bit of Fun, Aemond Targaryen x Reader; by @valeskafics [ smut content ]

5 songs, 5 NSFW headcanons with Aegon, Aemond, Rhaenyra, Helaena and Jacaerys; by @asa-do-your-thing

Comforting Aemond; by @vhagarlovebot

Bookcanon!Rhaenyra x Paramour!Reader x Bookcanon!Alicent headcanons; by @sabrinasstar

A Dragon's Love, Lucerys Velaryon x Reader; by @eunoiathewriter

Salt Fare, North Sea, Lucerys Velaryon x Reader; by @dearsnow

Poly Relationship with Jacaerys and Lucerys headcanons; by @countsmoon

Dark Male! Rhaenyra Targaryen x Cousin!Reader headcanons; by @floatyflowers

— ♡ that will be all for now! though, I have much more amazing writers and fics to add. ♡ —

Here’s a good post from the National Kiwi Hatchery - yes, kiwi do bark. They make quite a wide variety of sounds including mating calls, grunting and hissing.

dont support industries that are driving animals to extinction thank you!

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If you're still doing this, much appreciated :]

Reblog with your f/o (maximum of 1 please) and I’ll assign them a build a bear plushie, clothes and scent!

Request, Enemies to Lover, Stark!Reader X Lucerys Velaryon.

(Also a lil bit smut, hehe...)

*ೃ༄ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 .ೃ࿐

— ☆ amira speaks : ok so, few notes: the starks and targs made alliances first and a short while after luke was sent to storm's end bc this is my own canon, yes? also, conceptually this is a mix of enemies to lovers + slowburn (kinda??) but with the relationship being fastforwarded, iykwim. And, dialogues in italics are from past events. Lucerys is briefly aged up. — summary : [ — ✧ request ] after your brother Cregan became allies with House Targaryen, you are occasionally forced to stand the smartass Prince Lucerys Velaryon, whom always knows how to get on your nerves. Eventually, you soften for each other after he has certain gentlemanly acts with you. But, your relationship drastically changes for the better good when Lucerys is gravely injured on Storm's End, and you are asked to "take care of him." — word count : 4.7k

— pairing : lucerys velaryon x stark!reader — genre : smut, enemies to lover, some fluff.

TW | mentions of near death, unprotected sex, P in V, slight profanity, creampie.

After your elder brother Cregan made strong alliances between House Stark and House Targaryen to support Princess Rhaenyra's birthright to the Throne, you are occasionally forced to tolerate her cocky, smartass secondborn son: Prince Lucerys Velaryon.

No one knew why your relationship was as complex as that, even if your Houses got along together pretty well. Lucerys just knew how to have an ease to pick up on you with small, silly things, and you just always dismissed Luke, retorting back to any remark he would make. If you had to stay in the same room, you would simply whine and hesitate the entire time you're together, not tolerating each other's presence near one another.

“Why don't you like each other?” is a question you'd both hear frequently, simultaneously. The answers are always: “Because he's a spoiled, cocky, and annoying prince”, and also “Because she's boring. I'd rather die than be on the same room as her”. Yet, none of the responses helps your relatives to make you properly bond together.

With the brief passing of time, you learnt to stand whatever thing you thought about each other, and ignoring yourselves. The main situation that helped you slightly tolerate him, was one time you were in the library and you couldn't reach a certain book you fancied to read. There, his hand appeared from your side, and took the book, reaching it down for you with a rather cocky smile on his rosy lips.

“Thank you.” you spat out, taking the book from his hands, staring at him intensely into his eyes. “No need to thank me, Lady Stark. I am simply being a gentleman.” luke would reply back, ruffling your hair in a stupidly teasing manner, with his prideful smile remaining. Afterwards, and strangely enough, you both leisurely softened for each other even if you simply tried ignoring one another; not finding your presences so bad, after all.

Another situation that helped you bond slightly with each other, was the very first time that, during dinner between House Stark and House Targaryen, Lucerys stood from his seat only to offer you his hand, and take you dancing. He mainly did it because his mother suggested him to do so, and he did as he was told even if he protested against it. Obviously, you took his hand a bit hesitantly, and danced together in the centre of the dinning room.

“I figured, I'd much rather take you dancing, than hear continous political chaos, no?” as the princeling gently swirled you around with constant grace, he whispered to you, breaking the silence. You scoffed, humming briefly in response. “Finally, something we can agree with.” you retorted back, making him widely smirk. “Funny girl.” lucerys replied in a murmur, as you both continued dancing around the centre of the dinning hall.

“I would've thought of you as a terrible dancer, but it seems I was mistaken.” the young prince continued talking in a whisper. In response, you chuckled. “And I would've never guessed you would admit being wrong for once, yet, here we are.” the young Velaryon rolled his eyes at you, as you kept talking. “But, thank you. You aren't a bad dancer yourself as well.” you finished, widely grinning at him.

Despite none of you would ever admit it, you realised you actually had more fun dancing together than you originally would've thought. Some chuckles and giggles were heard coming from both of you that night, and it was a relief for your families to see you both in that state.

Luke occasionally loves to bother and annoy you, but what used to be a tedious rivalry where you couldn't even be in the same room, slowly became mere fun teasing to each other, even if you both preferred to keep the 'we can't stand each other' facade with the rest of your relatives. None of you either wanted to admit to yourselves that you didn't find each other as annoying as you used to.

Curiously enough, the feelings that grew for each other was unwanted as well. You found yourselves focusing and thinking on one another more than you should. Occasional mutual staring because you think of one another as... Strangely attractice, feeling the need of defending each other when someone disrespects you, and using random excuses to be near your presences. Oh, and with all of this, you still manage to roll off a 'gods how can they be so annoying?' from your lips. An overwhelming sensation of bittersweet, mixed feelings with each other.

By the time you were already less bothered with Lucerys, eveytime you had to return to Winterfell from Dragonstone, the thought of not being around Luke and tolerating the way he playfully picked up on you constantly made you feel unused to not being around him. To a certain extent, long for his presence, but you try to wash away those feelings.

Upon arriving back to your home in Winterfell a few days after one of your many visits to Dragonstone, you found yourself sitting down on the floor in a calm manner. The direwolf you tamed rested his head on your lap, immersed in a profound slumber, while your fingers leisurely caressed it's soft, fluffy grey fur. The only sound heard resonating through your room was that of the fire crackling coming from the small chimney in your quarters to keep it warm in the usually cold atmosphere of Winterfell.

Your eyes stood fixed on said crackling fire, being drowned on your own sea of thoughts. The mere idea of feeling the slightest of longing for the — now less — annoying Prince Lucerys made you feel confused regarding your own feelings. Despite you insisted to your own mind that you could never feel attracted to that cocky future Lordling that always found a way to get on your nerves, your heart always reminded you of how gentlemanly, and more delicately he's been treating you on your latest visits to House Targaryen.

A sudden knock on your door interrupted your waves of thought, making you turn your head to stare at the door, as well as awaken your sleeping direwolf. Before you could reply, your brother Cregan swiftly opened the door. His facial expression seemed to be tinted with concern, and inner conflict. “(y/n),” he sweetly greeted you, as always. A brief grin formed on your lips. “Cregan.” you greeted back. “Is something the matter?” you inquired, intrigued at his notorious worry.

“Indeed,” he rapidly retorted, standing at your door. “We must return back to Dragonstone as a matter of urgency.” your brother stated, making you furrow your eyebrows, even more confused. Before you could ask why, he continued. “Prince Lucerys has returned from Storm's End gravely wounded, and we must travel to Dragonstone to support House Targaryen.” a huffed sigh escaped your lips as your brother finished speaking, your eyes widening in surprise at his statement.

“How unfortunate.” you replied to Cregan, continuing to leisurely pet your dire's grey fur. Even if you didn't want such feelings to overwhelm you, you couldn't help but feel a scintilla of deep concern and... fear, for his safety. 'How severe are his wounds?' You wondered to yourself. The feeling of growing worried for Lucerys seemed like a foreign concept for you, but here you were; your heart pounding fast against your chest with nerves, hoping for the best.

A sigh came from Cregan's lips as well. “I know that, even if your relationship is... strangely complex, to put it in a way,” a scoff escaped your lips in response. But your brother wasn't wrong; your relationship with Lucerys had been oddly mixed lately, especially after the certain situations you had together where you found his actions to be proper of a gentleman, but you still picked up on each other and constantly mentioned how much you hated one another.

“But please, meet Lucerys on his chambers, and use the situation as an opportunity to bond together. I am certain the Prince will appreciate your actions after having nearly faced death.” your lips were formed as a thin, straight line as Cregan finished talking. Without responding much, you nodded in agreement.

“Very well, then, I will do my best, and I will go see him.” the tone of your voice seemed weary, but only because you tried to cover the true concern that tightened your chest at the thought of a badly injured Lucerys. And, even if you hated it, a hint of enthusiasm grew on you at knowing you'd see him.

Traveling from Winterfell back to Dragonstone was, fortunately, a rather fast trip. As soon as you arrived to your destination, you were warmly welcomed and thanked by House Targaryen as always, now more than ever, as you provided full support to their House, and for the health of Rhaenyra's secondborn son. A polite, courting smile remained on your lips as Rhaenyra guided your brother and you inside the rocky castle.

Both your brother and you hastily made your way inside Dragonstone, with quick steps following Rhaenyra from behind. Your heart oddly thumped loudly against your chest, and you tried remaining calm with your clasped hands resting in front of your body, attentively listening to Rhaenyra as she briefly spoke about what the inconvenient in Storm's End had been, with overwhelming concern.

“Princess Rhaenyra,” you suddenly spoke, as a moment of silence was made. A soft, low tone came from your lips, yet vehement. “Would it be too much trouble, if I go visit Lucerys and wish him well on his health recovery?” despite your voice being slightly quivering, you somehow managed to inquire Rhaenyra about visiting a recovering Lucerys on his quarters as Cregan suggested without stuttering for a bit.

A warm, polite smile danced on her rosy lips, giving you a single bow with her head. She knew how your relationship with her son was a mix between tense, yet had been latelt formal enough to slightly tolerate one another in the same room. And, even so, she could see the way you occasionally stared at each other, or often found yourselves being on the same room under some dumb, plain excuse. “You may, my sweet girl.” she replied, seemingly happy about your question. “I am certain Luke will be fond of your presence.” Rhaenyra added, and you briefly curtsied as a way of saying thanking her.

Afterwards, a Royal Guard fleetingly guided you through the grey, large halls of Dragonstone, towards the chambers of the Princeling. Fortunately it was a rather short walk, and you quickly found yourself standing in front of a large, dragon-carved wooden door, meaning you had already arrived to his quarters. A respectful, single bow with the head was given to you by the guard, and he left back to where Rhaenyra and your brother where conversating.

Taking several deep breaths, you prepared yourself to be less awkward with the usually teasing future Lord, disliking the feeling of being too nervous at the sight of him badly injured. Your fist was raised slightly, and you knocked the door twice. Not allowing anyone to answer, your hand swiftly opened the door, allowing you to enter.

As soon as you were inside the quarters of Lucerys, your breath sharpened, flinching briefly. A maester stood by his side, Luke laid on bed with a pale face. The princeling wore a silky, white gown, and his face was full of fresh, slightly bloody scars and scratches. Tossed aside on a chair rested his dragonriding clothing, noticing they were dirty, and stained with dried blood. His hair seemed to be wet, and messy. Luke's facial expression was weary, and yet, his green eyes slightly widened at the sight of you entering to his quarters; clearly, he had not expected you to show up.

“Lady Stark.” the maester greeted curtsying you, as Lucerys shyly descended his gaze to his lap upon noticing you, with a tint of pink on his scarred cheeks. Giving the maester a single bow with your head as a form of greeting back, you then fixed your stare on Lucerys. “Hello, maester.” you spoke, with a little grin, and a gentle tone. “May I have some alone time with Prince Lucerys, please?” you kindly asked, and the maester, without hesitation, rapidly left both of you alone on Luke's chambers, bowing down at the two of you before closing the door shut behind of him.

Hesitatingly, Lucerys lifted his stare, shyly taking a look at you. It was annoying to realise how fast, and tight his heart had recently began to feel against his chest at the mere sight of you, but at the same time, he had to admit he enjoyed having you around. “So, you came, Lady Stark.” lucerys mumbled, fixing his eyes on yours, as you gracefully walked to his side of the bed.

“Indeed.” you replied, your lips drawing a genuine smile. “The second my brother and I received the news of your inconveniences on Storm's End, we fleeted to see you, and your family.” as you kept talking, you daintly sat on the edge of his bed, but close enough to his face, resting your hands on your lap, gazing at him. “I must admit, I was deeply concerned for your wellbeing. But... Hearing, and seeing that you're safe and sound relieves me.” the young Velaryon could tell by your gaze, and voice tone, that you were honest. Not even a scintilla of doubt grew on him at your words. A weak smirk formed on his delicate lips. “Thank you, (y/n).” he retorted.

Briefly making an awkward moment of silence, his eyes fell to stare at his own lap. There, the previous pink tint formed on his cheeks, being notorious amongst the freshly bleeding injuries and scars on his face. “I know our relationship is... Strange, to say the least,” lucerys began, as he fidgeted with his trembling fingers. “But even if we're supposed to despise one another, I...” the brunette-haired boy paused. The words seemed to get stuck on his throat, struggling to roll off from his rosy lips. “I... Was frightened of never being able to have your presence near me.” with a sudden keen feeling of courage, Luke lifted his gaze from his lap, staring at you.

“I don't truly care what you think about me, or the things I say to annoy you... But, I genuinely care for you; your presence never fails to lighten my day, as much as I dislike admitting it outloud.” at his words, your lips were briefly apart with surprise. Your face slowly became near to his, being able to admire the precious glint his hazel eyes carried. With shame, he nearly lowered his face back to his lap with slightly weak movements, but you managed to gently take his chin with your fingers, and make him stare back at you.

“You silly, silly boy.” you began speaking, with a stupid wide grin forming on your lips. His eyebrows were furrowed for a brief moment, but you didn't reply, as you boldly pulled yourself closer to him, and planted your lips to the corner of his mouth, dangerously close to his lips. The Prince swallowed nervously as you did so, goofily grinning at you as you leisurely pulled back, staring back at Lucerys.

“I should keep hating you, but I figured... I think, I just love you too much to keep despising you.” you mumbled, as his hazel eyes unconsciously fell down to your beauteous lips, admiring every inch of them. Your own eyes did the same on his enticing, rosy lips. It seemed the tense atmosphere was fervidly felt between the two of you, but it was a passionate, fiery type of tension.

Without saying any other word, you abruptly clashed your own lips against his, while the future Lord of the Tides followed the movements your lips did to kiss his very own. It was alluring to kiss each other, just like two missing pieces of a puzzle that had just found each other. The more intense it became, the more your panting increased; resonating through his quarters.

Despite both of you briefly pulled apart from one another to catch some air, you rapidly returned to keep clashing your lips and kissing, nibbling on each other's lips occasionally, and feeling your accelerated, hot breathing against one another. One of his hands was tightly gripped on your shoulder, and the other one desperately clawed on your back. The way his hand clawed on your back, tugging on your dress, indicated that he so needily wanted to pull you closer to him; and you understood his signals perfectly.

Not breaking the passionate, moist kissing, one of your legs slowly creeped to his side, helping you get on top of him. A breathless moan escaped from him at the feeling of your weight pushing down on his erected bulge that you could feel poking on your in between leg. “Sȳz riña.” luke whispered breathlessly in between the kiss, allowing his eloquent High Valyrian come to light in such heated moment.

'Good girl'. That, you understood. Being a Stark that was deeply immersed in historical readings and had an appreciating thrill for the language of Old Valyria, you had taught yourself how to read and understand High Valyrian. The reaction you were getting from Lucerys made you smirk in mischief, raking your nails on his wet, messed hair, pulling it back, and your other free hand rested on the large, wooden bedheader to keep your balance on top of him.

His shaking hands went to firmly grip on your waist, only to leisurely travel lower to your legs, and slightly hike the skirt of your dress up; giving Lucerys more access to slide his hands under your dress. Even if his hands teasingly moved under your dress to make their way towards your underwear, he managed to, somehow, control your body and keep pushing you on top of his fully erected member. Some strangled noises unwantedly escaped your lips as you rubbed your still clothed, dripping wet core against his bulge.

“You have no idea, how badly I've been lately fantasising about wildly fucking you, every single night.” he husked, beginning to place kisses on your neck, causing you to hitch your breath as you slided your trembling hands through his chest. “Fuck,” you whimpered, feelings his hands precipitously remove your underwear, willingly helping Luke to toss them aside. The windy feeling of the atmosphere hitting your exposed, pulsating genitalia, plus his hands holding a tight, firm grip on your hips, sent shivers down your spine.

Needily, your hands rapidly travelled all across his clothed chest, to all the way below his silk-textured nightgown, rushedly hiking it up to his waist. Your fingers gently — and hurriedly — began working on sliding down his underwear, as your face leaned down to continue placing sloppy, wet kisses on his lips. As you removed his underwear, your exposed, wet core immediatly sat on top of his erection, rubbing yourself against him; his tip already releasing pre-cum from the arousal. The hand that raked it's nails through his hair remained there, holding a tight grip on the back of his head as he released a quivering pant at the pleasure being received.

“You can't tease me, princess.” lucerys kept mumbling in between kissed, intensely fixing his hazel eyes on you as his nails dug deeper on the skin of your hips. “I know you want to desperately fuck me, as much as I wish to.” in response, you teasingly scoffed, and bit his lower lip as to provoke him. Without giving you a warning, you suddenly felt his cock harshly being shoved inside of your wet, throbbing core, causing you to release a sudden gasp against his lips, feeling a brief stinging pain. A strangled noise escaped him, feeling how your walls tightened around his rigid size.

“Fuck, Lucerys...” you groaned, closing your eyes shut, tightening your hand firmly on the bedheader, as you adjusted to his hardened size. Both your breathing was accelerated, hitting against one another's skin. Lucerys descended his lips to trail some small, provoking kisses on hour jaw, and lower his way towards your sensitive neck. As his nails were digging on your skin, he softly began thrusting inside of you a bit deeper, making sure of being as delicate as he could without causing you any type of pain.

You threw your head back, with lips being partly open. Quivering pants and some quiet moans escaped from your lips, as you felt him entering his size deeply inside of you. “You like the way I feel inside of you, no? You're already dripping wet for me, sweet love.” he whispered in a breathless manner, trying to so badly contain his own moaning, widely grinning against your neck, continuing to kiss and nibble gently on your neck to stimulate you even more.

“S-Shut up, and fuck me faster.” you whimpered, nearly begging to feel more, as Lucerys moved dreadfully slow inside of you. “Hae ao jaelagon.” luke growled, briefly pulling apart from biting on your neck's sweet spots, and harshly pounding his entire size against your pussy, leisurely beginning to make an in-and-out motion, having full control of your body. The feeling of your moist genitalia tightening it's walls around his shaft made him throw his head back, parting his lips as some grunting escaped from him.

“Tepagon ziry ry naejot issa, jorrāelagon...” he whimpered, moving your body inside of his erected member. Some slight drops of sweat began appearing on your bodies, as you clenched your jaw, with desperate hope of containing the moans and panting that escaped from you. The wet noises of his own member fervidly pushing inside against your wet core began echoing through the room, slowly being accompanied by your whining moans.

One of trembling his hands kept it's tight grip on your waist as to help his ridge enter deeper on your shaft, as the other one went to take hold of the back of your hair, slightly pulling your hair. “Fuck, you feel so good, p-please, don't stop–” you whined, stuttering and being occasionally interrupted by your own moans, which got louder with every thrust. His twitching cock knew exactly where to continue hitting continously, as to make you reach your orgasm faster.

“Seven Hells, you feel so good” he yelped, fluttering his eyes shut, as he groaned in pleasure. “You are so tight and wet around my cock, y-you feel better than I-I imagined...” as he kept whispering breathlessly, stammering, your own body began shoving itself all the way down to the end of his rigid member, pulling your hips down hard, penetrating as profoundly as he could. “Lucerys...” you whined, barely being able to form a proper sentence.

The rougher he kept pounding against your dripping pussy, getting moister every passing second, the more dumbfounded you felt. You could barely think to form a proper thought, or sentence. Both of you were misted by a cloud of pure ecstasy, beginning to feel an aching inner heat tightening inside of your chests, as an uncomfortable knot inside your stomachs formed. “L-Lucerys, I-I think...” pausing for a second, a crying, loud moan escaped from your lips. Luke's own moaning continued, being joined by growls.

“I-I'm going to cum...” you cried, tightening your hand, whose fingers were deeply interwined around his messy, already sweaty hair. His lips once again went to your neck, but only being placed against your skin, harshly breathing on you. “Māzigon syt issa, dōna jorrāelagon–” lucerys commanded, a cry of pleasure abruptly escaping him.

Hearing his High Valyrian coming from him while he fucked you roughly, made you shudder in pleasure. Your legs were violently trembling at feeling how he continously hit said sensitive spot, making your knees buckle; feel weak and vulnerable under his touch. The uncomfortable knot formed on your stomach was suddenly released, making you scream with pleasure, as a shockwave was felt travelling all across your body. For a second, Lucerys stopped his penetrating motion as his warm cum was rapidly discharged from his twitching cock, to inside of your fluttering walls, accompanying you in your screaming of pleasure, throwing his head back as a trail of fire invaded his insides.

Your hands were firmly, and tightly placed on his shoulder as you had a simultaneous release, having your mutual orgasm. His semen dripped out from your pussy, along with your own wet liquids; it was a rather pleasuring sight for Lucerys. Both your bodies were heavily sweating, as you panted together, deciding to take a small break from all the intensity. Your eyes were shut, your chest arose and fell trying to catch some air. Feeling your weak legs trembling, you lost some balance, and suddenly let your head fall to the crook of his neck.

“I didn't know you could fuck so well.” a breathless chuckle escaped from your lips, relaxing your body on top of his own as his member remained inside of you. One of his hands went to be wrapped around your delicate body, and the other one sweetly played with some sweaty strands of your hair, vastly grinning at your comment. “Now you know, and I have so much more to give, byka jorraelagon.” lucerys murmured, planting several soft, little kisses on top of your head.

“I can only hope my brother didn't hear us. Otherwise, he'd send our direwolves to bite off your cock and balls.” you joked, fluttering your eyes shut. Another chuckle — this time, louder — escaped from his lips, stupidly grinning. Lucerys couldn't care whether or not his brother liked the fact that he was now head over heels for you. All he needed, was to have you by your side, and fill you with all the love he tried to contain for you.

A brief moment of silence was made, as you tried coming down from your high on top of his body, with your eyes shut and your head on the crook of his neck. Lucerys peacefully caressed your silky hair, looking down at you with admiration. “You know, (y/n),” the Lordling began, breaking the silence. “I know we're constantly talking about how much we despise each other, but I suppose it's time for me to admit, that I actually love you. Your personality, your beauty, your grace, your courage, everything.” a deep, crimson flush took over his face, as you once again opened your eyes, and lifted your sight to gaze into his hazel eyes.

A shy smile formed on your own lips, mimicking his very own tint on his cheeks. One of your quivering hands travelled to be placed on his cheek, caressing with your thumb a fresh scar all across his angelical face that still contained some blood, now dried. His face flinched briefly, but rapidly, he gave into your warm touch. “As I now love every inch of your being, Lucerys Velaryon. And when my brother told me about your near death in Storm's End, I realised, I would be so lost without you.” your voice was soft and delicate, making sure to fix your gaze on him, so he could see the glint of certainty on your (e/c)-coloured eyes.

Without allowing him to say another word, you delicately leaned closer to him, tightening your grip on his face — as your hand remained on his cheek —, and tenderly placed your lips against his own trembling ones, savouring his sweet taste. Lucerys wasn't used to such display of affection coming from a Lady, and it was quite a surprise all that it had just happened, but he realised... That with you, he could begin to get used to it.

The mutual hate vanished away rapidly, being turned into something much beauteous and graceful, provoking the feeling of butterflied fluttering on his heart whenever you kissed, stared, or caressed him. Even if he had nearly faced death at the hands of his uncle back on Storm's End, it didn't matter anymore.

The situation made him realise how he would fervidly miss your presence, and how you helped him forget about all his troubles, and he would forever cherish you for such thing by constantly providing you with love, and undying protection.

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April fools is canceled this year because there's no bigger joke than my love life 🥲

Your daily dose of cat memes

after weeks of being on a writing hiatus, I've found my spark again 😭

as soon as i finish decimating my maths homework, you best believe im opening my crusty old google docs up ✨✨

Love yourself! Do it for Creamy

When mum says not to buy anymore books while up town and you buy two more 🤩🤩

rule 1 of a british school: never tell anyone you have gum

Why isn't my post showing up going to kms 😭🔫

Edit: if you see me spamming, im trying to figure out why my post isn't showing in tags

Edit 2: we did it boys, alls good

Edit 3: it was not fixed kms

poly relationship headcannons with jace and luke with reader!!

Summary: A request from @daenyraa thru dm :]

Warnings: teeth-rotting fluff, possible spelling mistakes :(

Psst: this is really all over the place so i apologise!! I was just running with all the good ideas. The request said cousin!reader but i just couldn't find a good way to fit that in, sorry :(( Also i haven't had any motivation to write lately so thats why this took so long 😭✋ and its also been shadowbanned from the tags so i had that to worry about

Word count: 500>

Being in a relationship with both jace and luke is like having two very excitable puppies following you around

Like, you'll be walking around and suddenly see two heads peaking round the corner staring at you like 👁👁 we want attention

You've just accepted your fate at this point

At dinner because obviously you're having dinner with them, they've squished you between them. Luke is on your left and jace is on your right

You have to fight to be able to eat cause they both want to hold your hands 24/7

They don't limit the fight to just dinner either, they're having little battles over you all day and night

Especially when its cuddle time.

The boys have almost developed a sixth sense for when its cuddle time istg. they go running to find you to just pull you away from what you're doing so you all can cuddle

It works by you laying flat with one boy on one side and the other on your other side. Luke is normally closer to your neck and jace is just a bit under

When you cuddle, lucerys would very much appreciate some hair playing and freckle tracing, he finds it very soothing n honestly who r you to say no??

Jacaerys also likes hair playing but instead of freckle tracing, he likes you tracing random shapes into his neck/back

When you do however, he sometimes gets really ticklish and those are the times you and luke gang up on him and cause tickle fights #sorrynotsorrybitch

If you're feeling down, the boys immediately pull out all the guns. I'm talking playing with and riding vermax and arrax, getting your favourite snacks and drinks and creating a massive pillow fort for the three of you

Rhaenyra has stumbled upon the three of you past out on hot chocolate too many times to remember them all

They love giving gifts!! Jacaerys will give you personalized clothes for you and lucerys gets jewellery made (if you like that sort of thing). If you are a knight lr in the royal guard, they get a sword handmade out of valyrian steel for you with lots of gold a rubies absolutelyjealous

Like i said earlier, you go riding with arrax and vermax so often, you live more in the dragon keep then in the castle tbh

When riding, you have a way of keeping the dragons and boys not jealous. One ride you ride with jace and vermax and on another ride its with luke and arrax.

You have aced the skill of keeping everyone happy and not petty >:)

Summary: the boys love you more than life itself and are simps <33

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A LOVELY NEW YEAR AND ENJOY YOURSELVES!! <33

The urge to change my theme again is astronomical its either going to be rhaenyra or lucerys but im an indecisive lil bitch and cant choose :)

One of the many things i enjoy is consuming loads of media and then throwing all the cool bits onto my fantasy project so i have an excuse for why im procrastinating on writing 😀👍

crab crab crab hand hand hand frighten

x I plead the fifth

Merry Christmas :D

Thanks for the tag @madame-fear <3

coffee or tea • canon or fanfiction • batman or superman • hot or cold (depends) • meadows or forests • lakes or the sea (as long as they’re clean) • water w/ ice or water w/ no ice • baths or showers • black or white • soup or salad • gold or silver • jewelry or no jewelry • money or power • kindness or respect • apples or oranges • flowers or succulents • digital notes or handwritten notes • science or history • ancient greece or ancient rome • jeans or sweats

Got nobody to tag lol

Tagged by @deanbrotherfuckerwinchester yo thanks for thinking of me

coffee or tea • canon or fanfiction (it depends)  • batman or superman • hot or cold • meadows or forests • lakes or the sea • water w/ ice or water w/ no ice (my friend bullies me for this but I don’t like feeling it against my lips) • baths or showers • black or white • soup or salad • gold or silver • jewelry or no jewelry (I’ll wear it if it’s from something though) • money or power • kindness or respect • apples or oranges • flowers or succulents • digital notes or handwritten notes • science or history • ancient greece or Ancient Rome (depends) • jeans or sweats (sweats are an always, I only like jeans when they’re baggy)

I’m tagging @lord-kaira, @samsblush, @sweetpapercroissant, @disartrous, @tigirl-and-co, and @fandomheathen but don’t feel pressured to respond if you don’t want to :)

Hi can you do a Lucerys

x Wife reader Where the reader is in labor and he's just freaking tf out or after they have the baby they're both confused on what to do next.

IDK why but in my head it's Hilarious do you think that these 2 young people Has to like raise a child/Children and they are both confused

Like after the baby/babies is born she's like "soooooo.... what do we do now?" And he's just like ........."IDK raise it I guess"

— new addition [ part 1/2 ]

a/n : omg funny enough, before receiving your request i thought about making headcanons for both velaryon boys as dads !! this was so sweet to write, enjoy !! ♡♡

summary : request. word count : 1.6k

pairing : husband! dad! lucerys velaryon x wife! mum! reader genre : fluff

.·:*¨༺ part one | part two ༻¨*:·.

Lucerys hurriedly hastened through the large, dark grey coloured corridors upon hearing the news of your labour with your first child having finally started. His footsteps were loud across the corridors, and occasionally, pushing away some servants and maidens from his way. Your blood-curling screaming and crying increased the nearer he was to reaching your chambers.

After having ran through the large corridors, Lucerys now finally stood in front of your chambers doors, encountering himself with three maesters standing on your door, whom rapidly turned around to stare at the young Prince. The three of them bowed down their head as a way of curtsying. “My Prince,” one of the maesters, the eldest, spoke. “The princess has began her labour, we believe you will be able to enter once she–” the old maester hoped for Lucerys to stay outside, waiting for your baby to finally be in your arms; but how wrong he was, since the young future Lord of Driftmark wasn't going to simply stand there, listening to your screaming. “Maester, the princess is my wife, and she is giving birth to our first child. She needs me–” as he tried to argue against the maester, a loud cry interrupted him, screaming as you so painfully called out for his name desperately. Lucerys' green eyes turned back to the maester, and raised his eyebrows. “If you excuse me, my wife is requesting for my presence.” he firmly spoke in – what tried to be – a calm tone, walking past the maesters, and practically bursting through the door of your chamber, leaving the maester slightly stuttering with a hanging response to the young Lordling.

Entering your room, Lucerys found you laying in bed all sweating, and slightly crying from the pain. Strands of hair covered your face, as some maidens placed damp clothing on your forehead, cleaning the drops of sweat. Another few maidens were assisting with your birth, as they gave you words of reassurance. “No, no... I- I can't... I can't do this–” you pleaded in a weak, low voice, shaking your head tiredly. “Yes, you can, my Princess. Just some more pushes, and the child will be with you! I can already see it's head.” the young maiden assisting you with your birth reassured. Leisurely, you opened your eyes, only to find Lucerys standing on the door, and a weak, yet bright smile formed upon your lips.

“Luke...” you mumbled, slightly readjusting your position in bed, and groaning. Seeing you in such state, Lucerys slightly panicked, as concern and anxiety arose on his chest. Unknown about what to do, he ran to your side, and held the back of your head with one hand, and the other one sweetly held your own trembling hand. “My brave girl,” Lucerys cooed, placing a loving kiss on your cheek, and removing some strands of wet hair that covered your hair. Despite enjoying his gentle nature and warmth, your facial expressions rapidly turned into a pained one, as the contractions once again began, and you started pushing. Your vocal chords felt as if it was going to rip apart from all the groaning and screaming, your grip on Lucerys' hand tightened as you began harshly pushing for the baby to come out. His head turned around to look at the maiden getting a slight hold of the baby's body, seeing how it came out. “You can do it, my love! Our baby is nearly there, just some more pushes, yes?” your hand was raised to his lips, as he placed a soft and gentle kiss on your knuckles as a way of reassurance.

His mind had racing thoughts, unknowing about what to do. The best he could think of, was to try and keep calm for you, and stay by your side offering you his eternal support. “You're doing excellent, my love. You can do it.” his voice tone quivered with a mix of anxiety, and at the same time, he tried to keep himself calm as to reassure you everything was going to be fine. With the hand that held your head, he tenderly began caressing your wet-with-sweat hair, and once again, he placed a kiss on your knuckles. Giving one final push – harshly groaning, and exhaustingly screaming – as both your husband and the assisting maids insisted for you to keep going, you suddenly felt all the pressure from the lower part of your body be released, and the general stiffness in your body slowly fade away. Baby crying began filling the entire chamber, and the previous tension that was felt was rapidly replaced by a relieved vibe. Your head fell against the bed header, releasing a deep, tired sigh.

“Congratulations, Prince and Princess, it's a healthy boy.” once the newly born child was properly cleaned, the maiden assisting your birth handed the baby to Lucerys, whom held the boy with his trembling hands, and adjusted him in his arms – rocking the baby back and forth in a soothing way, trying to calm the crying. The Lordling quietly thanked the maiden, and his green hazel eyes quickly went to stare down at his newborn with a broad, yet nervous smile. “My sweet, sweet boy...” Lucerys lowly cooed, admiring the baby. With his free hand, his index finger looked for his child's delicate hand, hoping for him to grab his young father's finger. “You are truly your mother's face...” he scoffed, a smirk growing on the curves of his lips. The baby took hold of Lucerys' index finger as it slowly opened his eyes, revealing bright green eyes resembling the one's his father has. The smirk on the Princeling's face grew to a broad smile. “...but with my eye colour, I see.” the brunette-haired boy finished speaking, practically mumbling to himself.

As his eyes were adoringly focused on the newborn, his mind was slowly filled with many thoughts regarding your future with your child. Of course, he was undeniably over the clouds at the birth; but the two of you were still young – him 19, while you were just 18 – and, naturally, absolutely clueless when it came to parenting. Anxiety arose tightly around his chest once again, concerned about being unknown at what to do next. His arms kept gently rocking the child as he turned around to look at you, who was already looking at him with a feeble smile as you laid on bed, recovering from the pain.

“So...” you began speaking in a low, weak tone, as he walked closer to you with the child on his arms. “What do we do now?” you inquired, furrowing your eyebrows as you slightly chuckled. Mimicking your actions, he chuckled with you as well, as he sat by your side on your bed. “I don't know,” his eyes went down to the child, who was staring at him with eyes full of joy now, and then went back to looking up at you. “R-Raise him?” his voice tone had uncertainty, as he awkwardly smiled, unsure of what to do next. His awkwardness made a chuckle spew from your lips, as you tried to recover from the intensity of the previous moments. After the chuckles, an anxious silence was made in the atmosphere, where both of you were lost in your own train of thoughts about what you were supposed to do next once the expected child was born.

Lucerys turned to look at you with a warm smile, and leaned closer to you, gently placing the baby in your chest. “I think it would be proper if I asked my mother for advice, wouldn't you say so, my love?” he playfully inquired, placing a big smooch on your temple. Tiredly nodding in response as a warm smile formed on your lips upon feeling his own kissing you, your eyes lowered to look at your newborn boy, who was staring at you adoringly. The smile that was already shaped on your lips grew broader at the thought of how brightly his eyes resembled his own father's green eyes. “I think we should, yes. Your mother is certainly more experienced than us, clearly.” you joked, with a low tone, as he placed his head against yours.

Both of you laid on your bed silently, gently tracing down the baby's little arms, hands, and face with your fingertips. Lucerys lovingly sighed, before he spoke once again. “You should rest now, my love.” he began, now turning to look at you, removing some bits of hair that covered your delicate features. “I will take care of the baby while you rest, and I will ask my mother for advice regarding parenting, yes?” his hand gently turned your face around by the chin to make you look at him, deep into his eyes. You nodded with a warm smile, and he tenderly pressed his lips against yours, now caressing your face with his thumb. Once he slowly pulled apart, he place a last kiss in the middle of your eyebrows, and then pressed his forehead against yours; deeply sighing with pure love. The previous anxiety and panic you had felt once the child was born slowly faded away, turning into a warm moment of comfort and happiness.

“I love you, very, very much. And despite us still being young, I am so grateful and satisfied for the family we are forming together.” he lowly spoke, his eyes now turning around to look at the sleeping baby on your chest with a wide smile. His hand went to softly pet his child's head adoringly. “I promise, I will keep you and our children safe, and I will love our family eternally, and very dearly.”

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