AKAASHI`S WIFE

22 / Key/ Mika/Sungmin/ Ichiruki and BokuAka`s daughter ❤️

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you mentioned that joffrey is more like lydia to you, now i'm wondering what you thoughts for joffrey as lydia au! how would this work?

I think Joffrey is carefree like Lydia and he's not afraid to break the social norms imposed on him. He will run away with the alpha he likes just as Lydia did. Joffrey can run away with Gwayne and Daeron takes him back, or he can run away with Daeron. Jace is Jane, and Luke is Lizzy.

[francesminos-tt]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The last chapter is up! Only an epilogue away from wrapping up the story.

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lucerys telepathically projecting his period cramps onto aemond

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Some headcanons for Naked in the garden lucemond au please ??! ☺️

hmmmmmm some random ones:

- lucemond have a son and in typical child of luke fashion he is very protective of luke.

- luke is not quite a ditz but he is very trusting and naive so aemond has to basically stand behind him like a looming grim reaper to make sure people back off.

- luke doesn’t know how to read

- aemond is constantly worried someone is gonna kidnap luke cuz luke is his sole “weakness” and he’s paranoid

- aemond’s family cannot stand luke and 100% view him as a liability but can’t do anything about it cuz aemond is a loose cannon

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sketch/wip of the kids while i fight art block

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update on lucerys and his honey bun sugar plum

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the targaryen queens (and also bloodraven)

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do aemond and luke dance together? cause we've talked about how aemond would join tourneys because of luke... so if there are celebrations, i can imagine luke dancing with their children and other lords would ask to dance with him. aemond go all nope, i'm the only one luke's going to dance with the whole night.

i think lucemond would be very embarrassed to dance with each other in public so they try and stick with their kids/family but then they inevitably get drawn together (read: saera and naerys) and when they do clumsily dance, they end up getting really into it. one of those “no one in the world but you” situations. then when the music stops and the snap out of it, they are both super embarrassed

and aemond would most definitely be promoted to dance with luke if anyone else not specifically from their family tried to dance with him. aemond probably barks at alyn hull for even looking at luke lol

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she-wolf and her pup

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a messenger from dragonstone has arrived

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pearl of driftmark outfit inspiration

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lucerys and arrax piece i did a few months back :)

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modern lucemond fam wip sketch.

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Aerys wins the rebellion and celebrates by ravaging Lucerys on the iron throne in front of the captured defeated lords of the rebellion?

Ooh, Anon 🤤. This one, this one got me. NSFW ficlet under the cut. Warnings; cousin incest, public sex, intersex velaryons, vaginal sex, clit slapping, overstimulation, blood play, biting

to call it a victory, would be unjust. the rebellion had been crushed. Lords that had been guilty of treason against their king had been gathered in the throne room. the likes of houses baratheon, stark, tully and lannister were knelt upon the ground, bound. the remaining complement of his kingsguard had secured the room, among them, his white bull - Gerold Hightower.

despite the efforts of children playing at war - for a northern girl, no less - a Targaryen king still sat the iron throne... a king and his consort.

"wider," Aerys growled against sweat-dampened white curls. his teeth caught upon the tender flesh of his cousin's neck with a starved sound, the taste of iron bursting across his tongue. Lucerys' trousers adorned the throne room floor, pale white thighs are exposed, wet with nectar, spread wide - though not wide enough.

"let them see," he commanded, his hips ground higher into the warm embrace of his cousin's quim - stretched around him.

Lucerys' head sank back, indolent, against Aerys's shoulder.

obediently, willowy legs were thrust as far as his throne might permit, mewling as streaks of crimson spilled in spidery rivulets down the pale flesh. he sucked more readily from the wounds upon the curve of Lucerys' neck, smiling with red-stained teeth at their captive audience. higher and harder he sought release in his cousin's quim. Lucerys bounced in his lap, cooing delicious sounds that hung thick in the air and dripped syrupy from the walls.

his hips rose off the throne in a heedless, savage rhythm. the wet clap of skin on skin, tacky with blood, echoed through the throne room.

his cousin toyed with his pretty little cock, tugged it between his thumb and forefinger as Aerys filled him. his delicate jaw was adorned with pearls of stray, delighted tears.

Rhaegar had fallen in battle. and so too had his legacy been pruned.

he should've been wed to Monford - not some dornish whore, Aerys thought with spite. Lucerys keened a beautiful sound where Aerys struck the aching bud above his quim, his thighs trembled, fresh blood dripping down to bird-boned ankles.

he was without a son, without an heir.

Rhaella had fled to dragonstone following young Viserys' death when kings landing had fallen under an ultimately failed siege, and had remained there with half of the Velaryon fleet and a newborn babe. a girl.

the royalist force, while eventually victorious, had sustained losses in this war. to remain victorious they needed to grow once more, to shore up their succession, multiply, and return their blood - the blood of old Valyria - to glory.

let their enemies bear witness.

"sons," he panted against Lucerys' nape, "you will give me sons."

his cousin babbled, round rear thrust back against Aerys' thighs. quim clenching, in view for all to see.

"pure Valyrian sons."

"ah! - yes, yesss, my king."

"and they shall give each other sons," Aerys panted as Lucerys yowled, the slick walls of his dripping quim were drawn claustrophobically tight around the girth of the king's cock.

Aerys hissed between blood-stained teeth. he witnessed the way bound men squirmed in shame and disgust...and several in arousal.

Lucerys' peak was upon him with a cry, shattering in Aerys' lap, dripping sweat, blood, tears, and come. his stones tensed, swollen and aching, and ripe with generations to come. a new legacy.

Aerys rubbed a clawed hand at the flat plane of Lucerys' stomach, splitting the soft flesh with sharp nails, thin cherry red blood smeared between them; Lucerys whimpered a weak little moan. he snarled, hips pumping in a slow, deep pace as bloated his consort's womb with the future of their house.

Lucerys trembled, dripping seed. Aerys slapped at his aching bud once more, rubbing a few rough circles into the slick flesh until his cousin wept and shivered through a second release.

none in their captive audience appeared more repulsed than his old friend...Tywin Lannister.

he summoned forth his pyromancer with a snap of his fingers, a large narrow-mouth glass flask in his grasp. the contents sloshed viscous, and noxious and green.

"Ser Gerold," Aerys panted, rubbing an idle hand across the swell of Lucerys' belly. his pretty, little cousin mewled a quiet sound as the knight stood before them.

"bring me your traitor brother-in-arms, Jaime Lannister."

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lucemond au Twilight

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miniature portrait of prince lucerys velaryon. commissioned for personal use by his husband, prince aemond targaryen, lord of summerhall.

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i like making misty dream aemond old and sad for some reason. he gets to live a long life with a love he never imagined he’d ever get to have. when luke passes before him, his daughters have to hold him steady and his sons preside over the funeral arrangements because aemond feels like his world has collapsed on itself. the moment lucerys body is burned with dragon fire, aemond’s eldest daughter keeps a firm grip on his elbow to make sure he doesn’t try to join her muña on the pyre. from that point onward, a silent countdown begins for when the old lord of summerhall finally dies because everyone knows that without luke, aemond won’t live on much longer.