aemond "one-eye" targaryen

She was named Lucia Aragón once. Lucia. And she was born in the place of a Strong Boy meant to die. She was born in the place of the spark, the kindling and flint that began the rage of Fire across Westeros. She is the first note to the Dance. Or, well, she’s supposed to be. But the girl born to the Realm’s Delight had one, single thought about that: That in her second life, Princess Lucerae Velaryon will take a note from her surname, and RUN.

After a disastrous dinner, Aegon and Rhaenyra have a well-needed conversation. Edit: I am writing this fic simply for the fun of it. Arguments between team black and team green in the comments are kind of ruining this for me and will therefore be deleted!

A fallen prince is found on the shore of the God's Eye lake just as the region's new overlord arrives at the nearby cursed castle with his natural daughter. Together, the three will scheme to restore a dead house and seek vengeance against those that should be, but it will be a long and perilous journey to gain the friends necessary to achieve their goals, while questioning if those they've considered friends from the start can truly be trusted. Fan praise for Sing the Sun in Flight:-I freaking love this!!! I would hit kudos thousands of times.-Did I ever think I needed a Sansa/Aemond fic? No! Does your fantastic writing tell me I absolutely do? Yes!-I absolutely love how you write Sansa and aemond! You’re such a talented author!! I’m a fan!-This story is so freaking good! Addictive even.-I love what a good writer can do with all the delicious opportunities the world of GRRM creates!!!!-Kudos to your skill at making internal and external dialogue both entertaining and plot moving-I was super sceptical about this ship, but I'm loving this story so far, as I always do with your fics.-The AU I didn’t know I needed!!!

On the day Aemond lost an eye, he was but thirteen namedays old, whilst his darling nephew was merely ten, yet there was blood on that sweet boy's hands. Rather than allowing such a thing to go unpunished, both Blacks and Greens suffer a lose that unites them. Whilst Criston Cole is banished from the crownlands for the entirety of his life and stripped of his titles, Lucerys is banished from King's Landing and Dragonstone until the king seems him worthy to return. Eight years later, Corlys returns with the prodigal son in tow. No one expected for Lucerys to grow into such a violent thing and neither did they expect for him to follow in his mother's footsteps and claim a Hightower as his best friend. But eight years is long. With war in his veins and blood staining his hands, Lucerys has changed. For better or for worse, Aemond does not know.

Aegon II Targaryen earned the chance to change the fate of his family and stop the Dance of the Dragons. The Gods of Old Valyria have very little faith in him with the exception of the one who created the Dragons in the first place. Now the only question is will he be able to do it? This is primarily a team green fanfic but besides a short few, it's also team black friendly

Predictably, Luke immediately tries to turn him away. “Aemond, wh-what are you doing?!” The boy - who’s a man now, in truth - exclaims as he gets himself comfortable. This close, Luke’s scent of firewood and cedar is easy to pick up and delightfully appealing. Aemond cocks his head as he stares at him. “Isn’t it obvious?” He asks coyly. “I’m settling into my new place.” “Your new…” the young alpha looks as though he’s seen a ghost, “Your new place? And that’s on top of me?” The omega shrugs. “On top of you, underneath you… Around you, while you bury yourself inside me… Whatever way you desire to have me, nephew.” (Or, Lucerys is the Lord of Harrenhal and Aemond is scheming).

While the Targaryens are busy ruling Westeros, the smallfolk keep their draconic overlords fed, watered, and clothed. (A non-chronological anthology of servant/smallfolk POVs as they interact with the Targs.)

An A/O/B version of the Targaryen dynasty.

Lucerys deals with the heat and realizes a few things about Aemond.