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Poor regulus will never live this down....
Rumor has it Madara is still terrorizing his clan looking for who could have a bastard regulus's age😂
He’s so close to tearing his hair out about it. No one believes him and at this point he might as well just lay down and accept it. Everyone in this world is too stubborn and only have a wish-washy understanding of genetics.
Doesn’t help that the Uchiha clan is adamant that he’s one of theirs 😂 no one is game enough fight them over it
Is there a snippet for time travel lucemond causing unimaginable chaos ??
For you, darling? Of course. This isn't necessarily connected to the original time travel one I was talking about, but we get a good dose of Lucerys and Aemond's sheer belligerent attitude towards time travel.
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The throne room reflected differently, the refurbishments made by his brother's second wife warping how the sun trickled into the vast hall; meaning that when he saw the strange glint appear just beyond where Vaemond fucking Velaryon stood tarnishing Daemon's wife and sons, he'd ignored it.
But the glimmer grew, brightening, forming sigils he half-recognised from the books on Old Valyria he used to ravenously consume, and Daemon heard the gasps and shocked whispering break out, he realised it was much more than a simple trick of the light.
Rhaenyra took a quick step back from the strange phenomenon, ushering the children with her so that they were pinned protectively between Daemon and her. She appeared pale-faced, a furrow slipping through her ironclad control, but all eyes were focussed on the glowing white circle that was blazing before the throne.
More people scrambled back, Vaemond practically tripping over his own feet to put more distance between himself and whatever the fuck was happening in front of them. Daemon spared a moment to be concerned for Viserys, but through the brilliant light he caught sight of the kingsguard rapidly approaching his brother.
There was a sharp whistling now, and a strong gust of wind started to tug them towards the glowing circle hovering two metres above the ground. Daemon tightened his grip around Dark Sister, his boots slipping against the stone, and he thrust his other arm out to barricade his family from whatever force was at work.
And then, just as the screams began to spill out of people, everything came to an end. The wind stopped, the sigils flashed, and something dropped out from the white circle just before it vanished completely.
The silence was loud in the aftermath and Daemon, his mind already sharpening at this new threat, stepped forward, slipping just in front of Rhaenyra so that anything that tried to reach her would meet his blade first.
He stared down at the two figures, eyes jumping between them, cataloguing everything he could see - and his fingers twitched around his pommel, something close to confusion darting through him.
One figure - young, dark haired and pale - let out a truly impressive groan and rolled onto his front. He haphazardly flapped an arm out, ripping his tangled cloak free from where it was trapped, and slowly pushed himself up.
The moment his head lifted, Daemon sucked in a startled breath because -
Because that was Lucerys.
A hand gripped his arm, fingers digging into the thick doublet. Daemon didn't even have to look to know it was Rhaenyra.
She, too, was staring at this other Lucerys.
He was...older, Daemon noted almost immediately. His features harder, the last traces of innocence and boyhood striped back, and there was a thin scar along the hinge of his jaw that stretched up to the arch of his cheek.
His eyes were different as well - a soldier's gaze, harsh and calculating for all that he seemed dazed.
But when those brown eyes fell on Daemon and Rhaenyra, a fierce joy flooded them. A rush of affection that was all too familiar - and Daemon knew in that moment that no matter how impossible it was, this was their son.
"Muña," the young man said, his eyes on Rhaenyra, before they drifted to Daemon. "Kepa." Even with a deeper voice, the way Valyrian rolled off his tongue was the same.
"Luke?" Rhaenyra whispered out, her tone wonderous and confused as it carried out across the spellbound throne room.
A full, delighted grin overtook Lucerys. "It worked," he laughed breathlessly. "Fuck me, it actually worked." And then, before any of them could more than blink at that crude statement, he turned his gaze to his companion who was still laying pitifully on the ground.
"Oi," he called, frowning, his foot shooting out to lightly kick the other in the leg. "Get up."
His companion slowly pushed himself up, and Daemon forced his eyes to move from this older version of his son to finally register the presence of the second person.
He knew this one too, he realised.
Aemond - aged as well, and looking particularly dishevelled - shot a sour look at Lucerys, but it was oddly tame for what Daemon had come to expect from his unstable nephew.
"This is, without a doubt, the most foolish idea you've ever had," Aemond snapped, stumbling to his feet. Lucerys stood as well, brushing himself off and casting a swift, assessing look at his uncle. It was a practiced glance that spoke of intimate knowledge of another’s mannerism enough to know when something was wrong, and an inkling prickled at the back of Daemon’s thoughts.
“Maybe I am a fool,” Lucerys replied easily, giving his uncle a coy smile. “But what does that make you, then?”
"Mentally deficient," Aemond muttered, and then, to the muted surprise of everyone who knew of Viserys' second son, he stepped close to Lucerys. The move was easy, almost unconscious, but Aemond inserted himself into his nephew's space like he belonged there. As if he had the right to take such liberties - and Lucerys didn't protest.
Daemon didn't like that at all.
"What is this?" It was Vaemond who demanded an answer, speaking out of turn once more and that merely reminded Daemon that he had blood to spill.
But before he could draw Dark Sister, this older Lucerys and Aemond turned as one to look at the blustering Lord. Lucerys squinted, as if he didn't recognise the man, and Aemond cocked his head like a hunting dog scenting a rabbit.
Or a dragon about to bare its teeth.
"Well, we know when we are," Aemond remarked, his one eye dragging over Vaemond critically as he shifted slightly forward, shielding Lucerys partially from view.
A mean smirk flitted across his face. "Lord Vaemond," he greeted with a lick of dark amusement in his voice, "I'd almost forgotten what you looked like with your head in one piece."
Behind him, Lucerys snickered.
I'd like to offer this humble little thing for your ruination au,
The second lukes eyes lock with aemonds he's on him in a heartbeat, slashing his sword at him like a madman with nothing on his mind except to kill the man in front of him. Aemonds eyes narrow and his heartbeat quickens; the last time he's seen that kind of feral behaviour from his nephew is when he took out his eye.
Eventually their swords lock, and neither of them find any give in the other's defence. With their swords still locked and them stuck in their positions Aemond deems his position safe enough to take a good look at his nephew and see how much he's changed.
He tilts his head up arrogantly to taunt him that now the world knows him as the batshit crazy fucker that he always known him to be. BUT, before he can do that he notices the crazed glint in lucerys's eyes along with something else that he can't identify....
And before Aemond can even narrow his eyes, lucerys tilts his face to the side, opens his jaw wide, and bites his neck.
Protective mama! Vhagar comes to the rescue, closely followed by cannibal. Shit happens and they both go their separate ways.
Later in the week aemond is in front of his mirror, putting healing salve on the new scar his nephew gave him. He chuckled dryly and muttered under his breath "well, Mark me down as scared and horny."
(2/2) I just know that now lucerys is a random biter...He bites affectionately, bites when he's frustrated, bites the random knights at dragonstone when he spars with them.
I think the first time he tries to bite daemon while sword training, daemon is bewildered for a few seconds before he starts encouraging it.
Later in the day when rhaenyra asks her husband about yet another concerning report about her sweetest boy's new behaviour he immediately goes, " when I saw luke trying to bite me, as his father, I wanted to kill him. But as his manager......"
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Lucerys would absolutely get so swept up in a fight with his uncle that he'd bite. The rage and grief he feels over Arrax's death cannot be separated from Aemond - so seeing Aemond brings Lucerys right back to that tiny islet and the animalistic instincts would roar forth, backed by Cannibal's own wants.
Above them, Vhagar and Cannibal are clashing, tearing, bellowing; and below Lucerys mimics his dragon in a way that catches Aemond off-balance.
The feeling of teeth catching into his arm, his hand, scraping over his chin when Lucerys manages to slip under his guard…it terrifies and excites him.
It mirrors other desires they might have indulged in, if fate had been kinder.
And after the battle is done, Aemond finds himself tracing the indent of teeth on his flesh with curiosity and a burning sensation deep in his gut.
(The first time Lucerys tries to bite Daemon in their training, he gets smacked on the back of the head and told to point his teeth towards his actual enemies. He's chagrinned because he hadn't really meant to, and he's just lucky Daemon found it more amusing than concerning.)
After the deal:
Izuna carrying regulus to the compound brildal style: I got our cousin!!!
Later that day...
Madara: so how did you convince him??
Izuna: oh I just set a potato lord on fire.
Madara: what
Izuna: or was it Lord Potato? Idk i wasn't listening. Why anyone would want to lord over potatoes is beyond me but to each their own?
Madara: Izuna...what the fuck are you talking about?
I keep thinking about this and it doesn't want to go away ,so...
Imagine due to some weird velarian and dragon blood magic daemon Targaryen is dropped off at HP universe in the mauraders era.
To everyone else he's a muggleborn orphan that looks weirdly similar enough to a malfoy ,has a weird last name, and he's crazy good at magic.
Imagine daemon sorting into Slytherin in seconds, and he gets very protective of regulus bc he remindes him of lucerys.
Lucerys not knowing what to do when the feral menace of Slytherin loudly proclaimes that he's his kepa and that he will protect him no matter what and strangely liking it.
Daemon having long conversations with all the magical serpents
Slytherins: you can speak parseltounge!?
Daemon: no I speak velarian, dumb cunts.
Daemon's animagus form is a dragon obviously. To his utter delight and everyone else's horror.
He eventually manages to convince regulus to ride his dragon form and regulus finds that he absolutely loves this kind of flying even more than on a broom.
Sirius who once thought that he had to save his baby brother from their family's views is now running himself thin uselessly trying to keep his baby brother from the absolute blond nutter that goes around school grounds with a sword of all things.
Yes. Daemon found a velarian sword and called it dark sister.
And no matter how hard the professors try to keep it away from him it always finds its way back. Eventually they let him have it, bc he's very efficient when handling it.
When the baby death eaters try to recruit him he goes "I would rather feed myself to the dragons than bow to your snake-faced cunt of a lord" loudly in front of the whole school.
Daemon calling almost everyone at Hogwarts a cunt.
Regulus has no idea what's going on but he's very ride or die with daemon, so if daemon says the dark lord is a cunt then the dark lord is a cunt.
Sirius doesn't know if he wants to laugh or cry the first time he hears regulus say the word cunt.
All the professors are begging Dumbledore to do something, but Dumbledore is deeply amused and having the time of his life, he's not gonna do anything about it, as far as anyone's concerned daemon Targaryen is his favorite student so far.
Daemon causing terror and chaos in the magical community as a whole and not giving a fuck about it.
Daemon contemplating if he wants to rule that magical kingdoms (communities) with his dragons or not.
That's it, thank you.
Okay okay okay Daemon taking one look at Regulus and being like imma protect yet corrupt this boy so fucking hard is the Best Thing Ever. He's unstoppable in his drive to get Regulus to let his hair down and embrace the inner chaos he knows is inside him.
Everyone else is screaming. Something is always on fire. Regulus is just happy Daemon imprinted onto him so he's relatively shielded from whatever fuckery he's involved in now and no Daemon please dont overthrow the ministry just yet.
