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| (nothing like love) to put blood back into our hands.

"—but you don't get it, luke. my mother's right. you're my blind spot" he says, getting close, closer than they've been in years, his hand coming up to luke's face, almost, but not near enough to touch "and from the only eye you left me, all i can see is you"

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in the end, it's always gonna be you

| lucemond | n s f w |

When the day finally comes, their deeply despised wedding night, Aemond is so unquestionably sure, so utterly convinced that it is gonna be the worst, most unbearably disgusting experience of his entire life, that he ain’t absolutely expecting the way his body reacts to how asphyxiatingly hot it is― to feel the soft press of Lucerys’ chest under his, the way his thighs keep on involuntarily clenching against his hips, his nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders and, above it all, the way Lucerys’ breath keeps on breaking out of him, so warm and so sweet, hidden as it is into the crook of Aemond’s neck and impossibly, downright unexpectedly Aemond is―

Getting hard. For real. No ‘I detachedly pumped myself into it so I could get on with this’ no ‘close your eyes and try not to think and do what you have to’. No .

Because Lucerys is moaning. Contained and painfully quiet, lips parting against Aemond's pulse with every careful thrust and he’s― too. He’s getting hard and leaking against Aemond’s belly too and―

It’s just curiosity. He tells himself. What makes him draw back enough to look at Lucerys’ face and ask, even though he can so evidently feel the answer.

“Are you. Do you? Like it?”

It’s just curiosity. Must be. What makes him dare his hand down in between their bodies, unable to keep his gaze off Lucerys’ tormented expression, his reddening cheeks, what makes him oh so timidly wrap it around Lucerys' cock and,

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Aemond . Fuck!”

And then it hits him, like the wild rush of adrenaline of a battle at dawn, like the first kiss of steel when you’re hungry for blood: desire.

Monstrous. Inevitable. Desire .

And he can’t help but move his hand, push against the limits of that inevitability. He stokes Lucerys’ cock, astonished at how soft he feels, how delicate inside his palm, how maddeningly dirty, how beautiful he looks when Aemond fucks him harder and deeper, Lucerys’ gaze locked into his, his shaky breath becoming more shallow, ragged when he finally breathes out,

“Yes. Gods, Aemond yes. Fuck, I like it”

And then everything becomes too much too fast. Lucerys’ hips thrusting up, fucking himself into his cock, fucking his hand, moaning when Aemond hides his face into his neck, kisses that secret curve of his skin where Lucerys’ pulse is beating fastfastfast , feeling safe enough, crazy enough to say “Me too. I like it too” and then Lucerys is coming apart, cumming on his cock, staining his fingers white, clenching his ass so tight Aemond is spending himself inside of him so hard he’s shaking and―

It’s when Lucerys’ searches his mouth and kisses him, gently, soft like nothing he’s ever felt, just the lightest brush of lips against his, that he realizes that maybe he’s lost something else to him tonight, something more precious than an eye, way more blinding: Lucerys Velaryon has just ripped his chest open, and taken out his heart.

[sapphireblueandfire]

lay your weary head | part 3/?

lucemond + nsfw + parte 1 + parte 2

. . .

Es la más deliciosa de las torturas.

Empieza en la boca de Luke cuándo se gira sólo lo bastante para que Aemond pueda lamerle la lengua y desciende luego por la línea larga de su espalda salpicada de lunares, obscena sobre la curva de su culo y más, más abajo, hasta el calor imposible de sus muslos cuando se cierran fuerte entorno a la polla de Aemond y Luke le deja por un momento dejarse llevar por el placer entre la seda delicada de su piel, embestidas cortas y húmedas y profundas y perfectas. Y Aemond gime, una sensación casi al borde de las lágrimas cada vez que la punta de su polla impacta contra la piel tierna de los testículos de Luke, cada vez que resbala en su propia humedad, apretado y caliente entre sus piernas y―

“Shhh” Luke aprieta más, más fuerte. Le atrapa. No le deja moverse. La sensación una mezcla de dolor y de necesidad. Tan lasciva que casi hace que se vuelva loco con las ganas de correrse “Para. Cariño. Te quiero dentro”

Y va a ser peor, muchísimo peor. Lo que Luke le acaba de permitir hacer no es más que dejarle sacar la lengua y probar la dulzura de lo que no le va dejar tener, al menos no por el momento.

Hoy no cariño. Hoy necesitas otra cosa.

Y por todos los dioses, Luke tiene razón. Aemond la necesita .

Jadea. Le tiemblan las piernas cuando Luke separa las suyas lo suficiente para que pueda resbalar fuera. Para que Aemond pueda cogerse la polla con la mano y buscar con la punta esa pequeña rugosidad de la piel dónde Luke está esperando, enloquecedoramente caliente, resbaladizo de su propia saliva, abierto para él. Y es tan fácil. Empujar contra la entrada de su culo y sentir como el músculo cede y se abre solo lo justo para dejarle entrar y simplemente hundirse dentro. Apretado. Delicioso. Perfecto. Aemond deja que Luke le rodee con todo ese calor y que el corazón se le desboque con esa mezcla como de locura de querer dejarse llevar y llenarle  entero, de cerrar el ojo que le queda y llorar contra la curva de su cuello, de dejar que Luke le envuelva así y le mantenga así , caliente y amado y seguro dentro de su cuerpo y―

“Está bien, amor. Te tengo ” Luke se vuelve sólo lo suficiente para mirarle por encima de su hombro, y Aemond no puede verle, no así, pero le siente. Siente su mirada sobre él, y su amor, y la manera en que el cuerpo entero se le vuelve dócil simplemente por estar así, tan dentro de Luke que se desdibuja la línea que separa sus cuerpos “¿Me abrazas?”

Aemond asiente, sus labios besando un sí silencioso en el nacimiento de su pelo, levantándole la camisa, rodeándole con sus brazos y atrayéndole todo lo cerca que puede, el contacto con su piel asfixiante y maravilloso, delicado como un suspiro.

“ Así , amor” Luke se vuelve de nuevo hacia él y, ésta vez, Aemond se mueve para besarle la mejilla, notar la forma en que se curva su boca cuando el gesto le hace  sonreír “Quédate así todo el tiempo que necesites”

Aemond jadea. Se siente palpitar, lubricar dentro de Luke, la forma en que no puede evitar mojarle. Y siente la forma en que el cuerpo de Luke se amolda para hacerle sitio. Darle refugio dentro. El placer una sensación viva y pulsante, casi enloquecedora al estar contenida así, limitada al más mínimo roce, al minúsculo movimiento de su respiración. Aemond quiere follarle fuerte. Quiere corrérsele dentro. Marcarle como suyo una y otra vez. Quiere ― pero sabe que no debe moverse, sabe que esto es lo que necesita y―

“¿Lo ves?” jadea Luke, y Aemond puede casi saborear la dulce humedad de su respiración “Es muchísimo mejor cuando no puedes pensar en nada más que en mí”

Y hay algo brillante. Una sensación ensordecedora, de corazón desbocado y amor como atravesar las nubes y respirar el aire más secreto del cielo en la manera en que Luke suena como si él también , como si estuviera desesperado y hambriento y muerto de ganas de que Aemond lo mande todo a la  mierda y se deje llevar. Como si le necesitara exactamente de la misma manera. Y Aemond suspira, inspira el olor a jabón y a flores de primavera en su pelo, a la tranquilidad templada que es el refugio de su cuerpo. Y cuando siente la mano de Luke en la suya y los dedos de Luke entrelazándose en sus dedos, es por fin capaz de cerrar los ojos, y dejarse mecer en esa sensación, un barco anclado en la noche, en mitad de un océano en calma. 

[sapphireblueandfire]

aemond getting a cut on his side as he brutally rides newly crowned king luke on the iron throne and luke getting fucking mad about it, licking the blood off his beautifully pale skin like 'nothing can't fucking hurt you but me, baby'

[avonne-writes]

Lucemond Arranged Marriage AU where they struggle to discover sexual intimacy together.

Neither of them knows how to go about it because apart from older brothers/mentors taking a young boy to a brothel, there's not much sex ed out there. Since Aemond was basically traumatised by what Aegon showed him that one night, he loses his arousal every time he thinks of those memories. Which makes things a tad difficult, because he doesn’t know what else to think of.

Meanwhile, Luke had Jace, who explained the mechanics in a clinical way, nothing hands on, and talked only about women. But Aemond's body is very different from a maiden's, and Luke is terrified of doing something Aemond doesn't like.

Their first few attempts are absolute disasters. Clammy hands, too-dry touches, pain and flagging erections. Too much embarrassment to bear. They lash out at each other, and Aemond storms out of Luke's chambers, swearing that he will never come back. In his frustration, Luke yells after him that he doesn't want to have sex with him ever again.

Funnily enough, having the weight of that expectation off his back helps Aemond relax. When he and Luke start warming up to each other, he only goes for the things he craves, like hugs and kisses. And those are phenomenal - everything is fluid and sweet and magical. Slowly, he dares touch Luke's thighs too. Then, Luke wants them to take their shirts off. That still feels good. Aemond's mind is still pleasantly blank. He strokes Luke's chest, his stomach, then goes even lower.

Both of their breeches are open and they're rubbing against each other when Aemond realizes that this is actually sex. He tenses up but he's already leaking and hard enough to cut rock, so when Luke touches him it feels right this time. There's no going back. They finally manage to finish together.

As they lie there after, they both feel awkward and nervous about their performance, but eventually, Luke gathers his courage to squeeze Aemond's hand. After a moment, Aemond squeezes back.

[avonne-writes]

The Key to Your Heart - Part 1

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon

Rating, word count: M, 3k

Summary: Lucerys knows that Aemond loves him even if he refuses to say it out loud.

Originally inspired by this fanart

Excerpt:

The silence in their flat feels like an accusation, every tick of the clock a taunt. Why did you say it, you idiot? and See if he ever comes back now. He knows that Aemond is a delicate creature to handle, a tangled up ball of issues you have to unravel thread by thread otherwise the yarn will fall apart. And he took a pair of fucking scissors to it.

Read the first chapter on AO3

[avonne-writes]

Merman AU HC Masterpost

Tail colours

Luke and Aemond’s first meeting

Reproduction (1, 2)

Dragons

Storyline (so far):

Merman king Viserys fell in love with human Aemma and had Rhaenyra, who’s half-mer. She can grow gills and some scales on her legs, but no tail.

Rhaenyra turned away from the sea when Viserys didn’t let her marry Daemon and because she wasn’t accepted as future queen due to not having a tail.

She moved to the nearby fishing town and married Harwin, never telling him about her heritage. But she couldn’t keep her sons away from the sea, especially Luke - he carries too much of her in his blood to be separated from the water.

Luke became a fisherman, while Jace is learning to take over Harwin’s and Rhaenyra’s family business (not specified yet).

One day, while Jace is taking a stroll on a more secluded beach, he finds a naked man on a rock, who looks drunk off his ass.

It’s actually mer!Aegon, who ran away from home a few days ago because he hates his prince duties. Then he got high on puffer fish and sunbathed on that rock so long that he got dry and shifted into human form. He’s crying because the transformation hurts.

Jace takes the guy to his place to help him, trying to sober him up under the shower. After a few minutes, Aegon shifts again, moaning in pain pitifully. Then he gets a good look at Jace and forgets all about that because Jace is cute. And freckled. No one has freckles among the merfolk.

Sitting on the bottom of Jace’s tub and shamelessly flapping his pink tail fins, Aegon tries to flirt. Jace just gapes, questioning his own sanity.

Aegon knows a few human words, so he tries using them, asking for fish. In a daze, Jace brings him some - and Aegon flashes him a row of razor sharp teeth as he wolfs the whole thing down in one second flat. Then he goes back to batting his tail fins at Jace.

Meanwhile, Luke is out on the sea, pulling one of his larger fishing nets out of the water. It’s not only fish that he pulls out though, but a trashing, panicked mer.

It’s Aemond - he’s been dutifully searching for his brother upon his mum’s request. Normally, he wouldn’t come this close to humans, since he lost his eye because of them when he was a child, but he also knows that Aegon wants to escape to the land so he’s more likely to be found by the shore.

Aemond thinks he’s fighting for his life while the human’s ridiculously warm hands slide over his skin to hold him down, but he can’t escape the ropes.

When Luke approaches him with a knife, he’s ready to bite him, to fight in any way necessary, but then it turns out that Luke just wants to cut his bonds. Mumbling human words that Aemond doesn’t understand (“Shh, it’s okay.”)

Aemond wants to go back to the water immediately, but he sprained his tail with his writhing and he tired himself out. He knows he wouldn’t make it far. Vhagar can’t come help him either because there are too many ships nearby.

But this human doesn’t seem threatening, upon second glance. He has very interesting tan skin and he smells nice. Aemond decides to hang around until some of his energy replenishes. He and Luke sit across from each other in almost complete silence while he slowly, warily munches on a fish from the pile around him, never taking his eye off Luke.

Luke is already in love.

TBC

[avonne-writes]

The Key to Your Heart - Part 2

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon

Rating, word count (chapter): M, 6k

Summary: Lucerys knows that Aemond loves him even if he refuses to say it out loud.

Excerpt:

Aemond seems frustrated by his answer. "You're still mad at me."

"No."

"But you are."

"No, I'm not." Luke huffs a laugh, and just to prove his point, he buries his fingers in Aemond's hair and pulls him into a kiss. Aemond bites his lip. His fingers hook into Luke's belt loops, his shaved chin scrapes against Luke's stubble, and they both smile. The precarious balance of their world rights itself for the time being, and Luke lets himself bask in the comfort of it. He can give them some time before he upends it again.

The whole chapter on AO3

[avonne-writes]

Lucemond in IKEA

Seguir leyendo

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Masterlist

All of my stories on AO3

My Lucemond stories

Current WIP: The Key to Your Heart

Tumblr headcanons:

Aemond being quiet during sex

Aemond experiencing new sensations

Lucemond arranged marriage

Lucemond cuddling

Aemond practises kissing with Luke

Aemond self-esteem angst

Unrequited Lucemond

Boyband

Lucemond in IKEA

Two random lucemond headcanons

Showering together headcanons

Birthday headcanons

Road trip AU

High school trip AU

Tumblr headcanon verses:

Merman AU

Fireman AU

Alpha Aemond imprinting

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lay your weary head | part 3/?

lucemond + nsfw + parte 1 + parte 2

. . .

Es la más deliciosa de las torturas.

Empieza en la boca de Luke cuándo se gira sólo lo bastante para que Aemond pueda lamerle la lengua y desciende luego por la línea larga de su espalda salpicada de lunares, obscena sobre la curva de su culo y más, más abajo, hasta el calor imposible de sus muslos cuando se cierran fuerte entorno a la polla de Aemond y Luke le deja por un momento dejarse llevar por el placer entre la seda delicada de su piel, embestidas cortas y húmedas y profundas y perfectas. Y Aemond gime, una sensación casi al borde de las lágrimas cada vez que la punta de su polla impacta contra la piel tierna de los testículos de Luke, cada vez que resbala en su propia humedad, apretado y caliente entre sus piernas y―

“Shhh” Luke aprieta más, más fuerte. Le atrapa. No le deja moverse. La sensación una mezcla de dolor y de necesidad. Tan lasciva que casi hace que se vuelva loco con las ganas de correrse “Para. Cariño. Te quiero dentro”

Y va a ser peor, muchísimo peor. Lo que Luke le acaba de permitir hacer no es más que dejarle sacar la lengua y probar la dulzura de lo que no le va dejar tener, al menos no por el momento.

Hoy no cariño. Hoy necesitas otra cosa.

Y por todos los dioses, Luke tiene razón. Aemond la necesita .

Jadea. Le tiemblan las piernas cuando Luke separa las suyas lo suficiente para que pueda resbalar fuera. Para que Aemond pueda cogerse la polla con la mano y buscar con la punta esa pequeña rugosidad de la piel dónde Luke está esperando, enloquecedoramente caliente, resbaladizo de su propia saliva, abierto para él. Y es tan fácil. Empujar contra la entrada de su culo y sentir como el músculo cede y se abre solo lo justo para dejarle entrar y simplemente hundirse dentro. Apretado. Delicioso. Perfecto. Aemond deja que Luke le rodee con todo ese calor y que el corazón se le desboque con esa mezcla como de locura de querer dejarse llevar y llenarle  entero, de cerrar el ojo que le queda y llorar contra la curva de su cuello, de dejar que Luke le envuelva así y le mantenga así , caliente y amado y seguro dentro de su cuerpo y―

“Está bien, amor. Te tengo ” Luke se vuelve sólo lo suficiente para mirarle por encima de su hombro, y Aemond no puede verle, no así, pero le siente. Siente su mirada sobre él, y su amor, y la manera en que el cuerpo entero se le vuelve dócil simplemente por estar así, tan dentro de Luke que se desdibuja la línea que separa sus cuerpos “¿Me abrazas?”

Aemond asiente, sus labios besando un sí silencioso en el nacimiento de su pelo, levantándole la camisa, rodeándole con sus brazos y atrayéndole todo lo cerca que puede, el contacto con su piel asfixiante y maravilloso, delicado como un suspiro.

“ Así , amor” Luke se vuelve de nuevo hacia él y, ésta vez, Aemond se mueve para besarle la mejilla, notar la forma en que se curva su boca cuando el gesto le hace  sonreír “Quédate así todo el tiempo que necesites”

Aemond jadea. Se siente palpitar, lubricar dentro de Luke, la forma en que no puede evitar mojarle. Y siente la forma en que el cuerpo de Luke se amolda para hacerle sitio. Darle refugio dentro. El placer una sensación viva y pulsante, casi enloquecedora al estar contenida así, limitada al más mínimo roce, al minúsculo movimiento de su respiración. Aemond quiere follarle fuerte. Quiere corrérsele dentro. Marcarle como suyo una y otra vez. Quiere ― pero sabe que no debe moverse, sabe que esto es lo que necesita y―

“¿Lo ves?” jadea Luke, y Aemond puede casi saborear la dulce humedad de su respiración “Es muchísimo mejor cuando no puedes pensar en nada más que en mí”

Y hay algo brillante. Una sensación ensordecedora, de corazón desbocado y amor como atravesar las nubes y respirar el aire más secreto del cielo en la manera en que Luke suena como si él también , como si estuviera desesperado y hambriento y muerto de ganas de que Aemond lo mande todo a la  mierda y se deje llevar. Como si le necesitara exactamente de la misma manera. Y Aemond suspira, inspira el olor a jabón y a flores de primavera en su pelo, a la tranquilidad templada que es el refugio de su cuerpo. Y cuando siente la mano de Luke en la suya y los dedos de Luke entrelazándose en sus dedos, es por fin capaz de cerrar los ojos, y dejarse mecer en esa sensación, un barco anclado en la noche, en mitad de un océano en calma. 

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and the war ends with a king and queen and a wide, still fresh wound dividing their kingdoms and― with them, almost all alone, far away, far away from everything they’ve ever known, married as a symbol of goodfaith between their families then discarded on driftmark, two no longer useful, too scarred by the war, too uncontrollable second sons. and their mutual hate inhabits the old empty spaces of the castle, follows them around like a tired ghost and― avoiding each other seems easier, at the beginning, but gets unbearably lonely, unbearably quiet and cold as days pass and pass and pass, becoming grey and blurred as they turn into months and,

here, surrounded by the wild sea and the tempest, slowly, slowly, they start drifting into the other, like castaways, trying to find something to hold on to after the wreckage and,

lonely dinners in their separate rooms turn into silent nights not really sharing food on opposite sides of the world-map carved on their table, turn into sparse conversation sat before the fireplace when the cold becomes too harsh to be alone in the surrounding dark, turn into― hands accidentally brushing right after goodnights, laughter echoing against the clear warmth of the morning when their conversation finally finds some light, dancing over a bet the both lost to the quiet rhythm of nightfall because why not, if nobody else is there to watch, there to judge― how they fall in love, how it is not accidental anymore, that light brush before goodnight, or the way they eat dinner together, or the way the fill up the wide, empty corridors of the castle with each other’s laugh.

and luke says it, one night, despite how terrible it is, despite how it could make this fragile thing they’ve built go crushing down “i regret it and i don’t. because it was that and not any ring on our finger what marked you as mine” but aemond kisses him, so hard that it hurts and heals and seals, what’s been silently growing in the darkness, blooming quietly out of the rough nature of this land: lovelovelove, like getting feeling back on scar tissue, like the sea molding the sharp edges of the rocks, like spring when it's finally coming, coming to the shore like driftwood, like the way they now sleep on the same bed at night.

[sapphireblueandfire]

vale pero lo que yo de verdad necesito para más o menos poder seguir con mi vida o a una mala escribir un fanfic así como un poco rarito es saber si todos los hombres de poniente duermen en camisón especialmente aemond targaryen

[sapphireblueandfire]

porque la cuestión es que, si duermen juntos en la misma cama con la clase de ropa que se sube muuuy fácil y que además deja bastante poquito a la imaginación, eso tiene muchas implicaciones y todas muy interesantes.

[queennyra]

loosely based off that lovely fanart of aemond seeing a grown luke missing an eye 💖

[sapphireblueandfire]

vale pero lo que yo de verdad necesito para más o menos poder seguir con mi vida o a una mala escribir un fanfic así como un poco rarito es saber si todos los hombres de poniente duermen en camisón especialmente aemond targaryen

[sapphireblueandfire]

and the war ends with a king and queen and a wide, still fresh wound dividing their kingdoms and― with them, almost all alone, far away, far away from everything they’ve ever known, married as a symbol of goodfaith between their families then discarded on driftmark, two no longer useful, too scarred by the war, too uncontrollable second sons. and their mutual hate inhabits the old empty spaces of the castle, follows them around like a tired ghost and― avoiding each other seems easier, at the beginning, but gets unbearably lonely, unbearably quiet and cold as days pass and pass and pass, becoming grey and blurred as they turn into months and,

here, surrounded by the wild sea and the tempest, slowly, slowly, they start drifting into the other, like castaways, trying to find something to hold on to after the wreckage and,

lonely dinners in their separate rooms turn into silent nights not really sharing food on opposite sides of the world-map carved on their table, turn into sparse conversation sat before the fireplace when the cold becomes too harsh to be alone in the surrounding dark, turn into― hands accidentally brushing right after goodnights, laughter echoing against the clear warmth of the morning when their conversation finally finds some light, dancing over a bet the both lost to the quiet rhythm of nightfall because why not, if nobody else is there to watch, there to judge― how they fall in love, how it is not accidental anymore, that light brush before goodnight, or the way they eat dinner together, or the way the fill up the wide, empty corridors of the castle with each other’s laugh.

and luke says it, one night, despite how terrible it is, despite how it could make this fragile thing they’ve built go crushing down “i regret it and i don’t. because it was that and not any ring on our finger what marked you as mine” but aemond kisses him, so hard that it hurts and heals and seals, what’s been silently growing in the darkness, blooming quietly out of the rough nature of this land: lovelovelove, like getting feeling back on scar tissue, like the sea molding the sharp edges of the rocks, like spring when it's finally coming, coming to the shore like driftwood, like the way they now sleep on the same bed at night.

[avonne-writes]

The Key to Your Heart - Part 3

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon

Rating, word count (chapter): T, 4.5k

Summary: Lucerys knows that Aemond loves him even if he refuses to say it out loud.

Excerpt:

Rhaena used to say that it wasn't healthy, the way Aemond wanted to consume him whole, but Luke felt like he understood the need. He knew that Aemond had been bullied by his brother as a child and he figured that was where his proprietary, possessive behaviour stemmed from. He wanted to keep his things only to himself, to keep them safe. Or perhaps that was only an excuse Luke gave himself, so that he wouldn’t have to admit to Rhaena that he actually enjoyed being treated like that. Sometimes, he thinks the only reason why he ever pushed back was because it just made Aemond try all the harder.

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