amidst the waves
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
warnings/notes: light mentions of blood, head injury, luke being a sweet boi, wrote this on a whim
part: I, II, III
The sea had been much nicer.
You had finished your daily arrangements, just getting back to your small hut after traveling to the market with your brother to sell the fish you caught just earlier to the vendors. Dropping the pouch with small amount of silver coins on the wooden table.
The smell of fish reeked inside of the small hut, your siblings planting themselves on the floor while your mother scolded you three. Telling you to shower and get rid of the fishy smell.
You chuckled lightly at her furious look when your younger siblings ignored her. You kiss her on the cheek before leaving the hut, and she complains about your odor once more.
The skies were clearer than usual, with no frightening or thundering grey clouds over the shore. It was one of those occurrences where the gods blessed you with pleasant weather for fishing and enjoying the sun at the bay. Because of it, showering was easier since the covers weren't flying and being blown away by the wind.
"Did mother and father just leave?" You inquire as you enter your hut. Alaine, your younger sister, shrugged. Continuing on sharpening a random stick of wood for spearing. "It's been quite some time, I think-" When Arrel, the youngest, speaks to answer, the sounds of horses neighing cut him off.
"Stay here." You pull them away from the open windows and into a room near the small kitchen.
You slowly peered out the window; horses and men in armor were standing outside of the hut. A harsh knock on the door startles you. "Is there someone here?"
The force of the knock somehow scares you that the man might break down your door, so you open it. A tall man covered in silver armor with various illustrations on his chest plate stood outside, a number of knights behind him.
Your eyebrows furrowed. What could have been their business here?
"Is there something wrong?" You ask politely.
The man in front of you cranes his neck to look behind you; your two siblings can be seen peering through the doorway of the room they were hiding in.
"May we come in?" Before you even get to reply, the guards have already welcomed themselves in. Five guards were going inside of your house as you looked at them with confusion. Your family has been an upright family, not disobeying your lords, not being selfish about your daily gains in the market. There couldn't have possibly been a law that your family broke that made the guards raid your house.
They looked around your house, touching things they shouldn't even be touching. Your questions were left unanswered as they ignored you.
"That- That's my siblings. They're children. What is the issue!? You cannot just barge into our home and not tell us why!" You say it loudly when they start pulling your siblings out of the room and to the open area. The guards looked at you with their eyebrows raised. Surprised, you actually got the balls to raise your voice at them.
"Has there been a young man that came from the shore? Perhaps, swam to here?" The head of the guards asks. "Not that tall, brown hair, porcelain skin." He further elaborates.
You swiftly shake your head, telling them that you're more than positive that there hasn't been a man from the shore. Your family didn't even have neighbors. How could a man swim to the shoreline without you knowing?
He nods at you, re-gripping the butt of his sword. "Very well." One jerk of his head and the guards inside of your home leave your hut. You ran after them to ask questions about what exactly was happening and what they wanted.
The guard laughs at your demand, handing you a heavy pouch. "For your troubles."
Your forehead creased even further. You wanted answers, they gave you gold. "Sister, what's in it?" Your siblings asked enthusiastically, running to your hand.
You sighed heavily, handing them the heavy pouch before closing the door, checking to make sure that the guards had already left. They squealed loudly upon pouring the content of the pouch out. Numerous golden coins spilled out of it. Their small hands held as many gold coins as they could while you rubbed your temple.
The coin shone between your fingers, the familiar embossed image of King Jahaerys on the front of the coin.
"Y/N!" You shot up. The voice was familiar. It's your father.
You immediately snapped to your siblings, grabbing the coins and placing them in the pouch before handing them to them. "Stay in the room, will you? Take the coins."
The worst possible situation was in your mind, your father rowing in your injured mother, or even the other way around. Or could it be possible that both of them are injured? All of these thoughts were far from what was incoming.
Both your mother and father were rowing in as fast as they could, a small body seemingly also inside the small wooden boat.
"Gods be good, we saw him swimming in the middle of the sea!" Your mother exclaims, her brow furrowed in concern, as you assist them in removing a man your age from the boat. Your father grunted heavily as he desperately tried to check the man's body, doing what he does whenever one of you almost drowns while swimming. Hands expertly pumping his chest.
As you watch your parents grow worried at the man's blue tone, an image suddenly flashes in your mind.
"Not that tall, brown hair, porcelain skin,"
His body jerks up. You three jumped a bit at him. He coughs, water coming out of his mouth as he couldn't even raise his body. Your father helped him by turning his head to the right to stop him from choking on the water in his mouth.
You turn the man's body to the side, grunting loudly because of the heavy leather he wore. You hit his back firmly to help him cough out the water.
"Boy, can you hear us? Hello?" Your mother's hand waves in front of his face before cupping the stranger's face.
His eyes slowly flutter open, revealing the purest brown orbs you have ever seen. His body jerks suddenly upon seeing you and your parents, desperately trying to get away. All three of you rush to calm the man down.
"Calm down... calm down, okay? Nothing will hurt you.. We're helping you here." Your mother said, nodding softly as she tried to approach him. His bewildered eyes switched from you to your mother, to your father.
"Where am I?" He asks quietly, your father explaining to him that he's in the stormlands. They found him swimming desperately in the middle of the sea before his eyes fell closed and he started descending into the water.
His breathing eventually stabilizes and his skin returns to its normal porcelain color while you approach him cautiously. After your father explained to him what happened, you offered your hand to help him stand up. He looks at you suspiciously before grabbing your hand and pulling himself up. The man's body weight pulls you downwards. You would've fallen on him if it weren't for your mother helping you pull him up.
An awfully familiar red liquid drops onto your fingers when you hold the man by the back of his neck, trying to help him up.
"M-mother..." Your voice was shaking, your eyes widening at what it was. They turned to you in confusion. "His.. his head, it's bleeding." You gulped, showing them your finger before the man reached behind his head. The same liquid coated his fingers.
Your parents had rushed him inside, hurrying to grab a piece of scrap fabric to wrap around his head. None of you knew what to do at the moment, and with the man being awfully familiar with the description of the guards earlier, you knew better than to bring him to the city. At least not immediately.
You roasted some fish outside, giving the man named Luke food and a new set of clothes from your father. His clothes were much thinner than the leather ensemble he wore prior.
"Wait, so you fell from the sky? Like, from the sky, then to the waters, then you tried to swim?" You tried to understand the words of the man eating freshly roasted fish in front of you.
"Yes, but I think it's because I fell from my dragon. Wait, then where's my dragon?"
"Pardon? What do you mean dragon-"
"Only Targaryens have dragons!" Arrel cuts you off, shrieking loudly. He always loved those creatures.
You glared at your sibling before turning back to the man named Luke, as he said his name was, the man smiling at your brother.
His smile drops when he sees your glare, awkwardly looking back at his food. You groan loudly, massaging your face with your hands.
"Look, I honestly do not know where my mother and father found you, but you're left here with me, and I need confirmation that you aren't just a mad man waiting for us to sleep before you kill us." You rant, the words just coming out of your mind without even a second to think about what you want to say.
The man looked at you weirdly. His eyebrow arched as he finished the food in front of him, tidying up his utensils and the plate.
"I do not know how to prove my innocence, my lady, but I assure you, I am not a mad man."
"You just said you fell from a dragon!" You interjected. "Because I did! I don't quite remember its name, but I am sure it was a dragon I fell from." Luke replies.
You stared at him, dumbfounded. "And then what, let me guess, you suddenly fell asleep and then fell down your dragon?"
He shrugs. Actually thinking about what happened next. His memories were mere fragments, not remembering much aside from just falling after someone he cannot quite remember, ordered him to fly to the storm's end. It must be an authoritative figure to order him to fly a dragon. At the thought, his head starts to hurt. He didn't remember much, or anything really. Only the fact that he fell. Even his own family, he couldn't remember anything. As much as he tried, his head only hurt even more.
"I am actually not quite sure. The only thing I remember was me falling from my dragon." He says quietly, his face turning gloomy like the clouds on a normal day. You felt kind of bad at his reaction, not wanting him to feel like you were making fun of what happened to him. The man almost drowned.
"Wait for me here." You spoke, pursing your lips as you left the kitchen while he nodded.
"Thank you for letting me stay, and for the food. It's really good." You smiled a bit at his comment, happy whenever someone praises the food you cook. "Thank you. I roasted it."
You nod at him, gesturing at Alaine and Arrel to watch him before walking to your parents outside, seeing them going crazy over the pouch. Faces bright as they counted the gold coins.
"What are we going to do with him?" They scramble to hide the coins, placing them in their own pouches before dusting themselves. Your eyes staring blankly at them.
Your parents looked at each other, unsure of what to say. "We'll- uh, we'll set up a separate hut for him. He'll stay with us. Or he could be in a tent. It would be beside ours, so we could keep an eye on him."
You look at your father in confusion, "And who will build Luke a hut?" They look at each other once more.
"We will." Your father says with a smile, grabbing a hold of the gold coins in his pouch and jiggling them to hear the clanking of the metal. Rolling your eyes, you watched as the two of them went back to counting the coins, not even bothering to ask where the coins came from.
"And also, bring our catches to the market! I promised Grahar that we would sell him our next catch. Take Luke with you!" A sigh leaves your lips as you go back into the hut.
All the while, Luke was playing with Arrel and Alaine. They seemed to tell him stories about what your family did for a living, while the three of them sharpened wooden spears. They turn to you expectantly. You lick your lips, scratching your head in irritation, when you spot the freshly caught fish in the net by the kitchen.
You walked past the three of them as they went back to playing, grabbing the net full of fish and other sea creatures.
When you walked past Luke to get to the door, you touched his shoulder. The curly-haired brunette turned to you.
"Come on, we have to bring this to the market."
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