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Aemond is not at all surprised that his nephew spends all his time slagging around on the internet despite being listed at #2 on Forbes: The Richest Trust Fund Youths of all time, from Westeros, to Essos, to Sothoryos! Second only to Jacaerys Velaryon, poor thing.
Most “models” on that godforsaken pornsite come from some level of wealth anyway, because there is no way parading your body online the way Lucerys Velaryon does is a result of anything but the utmost narcissism and audacity. Lucerys is, as would be expected, too arrogant to allow anyone to touch his angelic body, so he must sate his degenerate, exhibitionist desires elsewhere – OnlySilks.
Four months ago, Aemond would go on biweekly dates with a girl of Otto’s choosing, in the hopes that he’d make himself look more put together to the company as a Married Man. Floris Baratheon was his (or rather, his mother’s) personal favourite, although it was rather awkward considering he’d attempted a dinner date with her sister Maris, a prissier version of Floris and very much not interested in pleasantry.
Aemond’s mother wouldn’t be too happy to find that all that came of Aemond and Floris’ dates were quick fucks in her childhood bedroom and him leaving while she slept. It was easier that way. As evidenced by the fact that they haven’t seen each other in months and neither have reached out.
Aemond simply has no drive to actually have sex right now. His libido has gone up for sure, but no one can satisfy it other than Lucerys Velaryon.
Fortunately, Lucerys is not aware of this.
Aemond had made sure that every account he’d made to watch Lucerys’ content was not attached to his name in any way. New email, fake IP address, separate online bank account. It was the first thing he did after he caught Aegon having a wank at his dining table in the middle of the day to the sounds of the most whorish moaning anyone could imagine.
Aegon had simply said, “Just supporting family business, bro- I swear I’m not gay, Luke has a pussy,”
To which Aemond had responded by simply smashing Aegon’s ridiculous tablet over his head. And sent in an order for a brand-new dining table and matching chairs.
As soon as Aegon had scurried off to his room (or rather, Aemond’s guest room that now reeks of pot and booze), Aemond scoured his brother’s Twitter followings to find @lucylucerys, linking @lucespearlydelights, which was in turn linked to <fakelink://OnlySilks.com/pearlydelights>. Fucking hell. His porn account on Twitter wasn’t set to private, it was just out there, promoting his recent posts on OnlySilks. Apparently, this was to not shut out anyone who couldn’t afford a subscription from interacting with his content. To Aemond’s horror, Rhaena was following him.
Aemond’s first interaction with Lucerys’ pornography platform felt sweeter than how it would feel to cradle the boy’s head and take his eye.
He perused his OnlySilks page from the safety of a completely new account, basking in all the new information he got from his nephew’s digital immodesty.
First, Lucerys did indeed have a pussy.
(This was no secret, of course, but the Dying of the Dragons with the Blackfyre Rebellions centuries ago saw the last of frequent Targaryen intersexuality. At 16, Lucerys had very willingly given up information to the public about his genitals, about his struggle with dysphoria and the importance of respecting pronouns.
To Aemond, this all sounds like an excuse to be promiscuous and divulge information no one wants to hear about. Lucerys has a boy-pussy just like one of their great-great uncles reportedly did and it’ll probably show up again in two more generations until the end of time. Whatever.)
Second, Lucerys didn’t do collaborations. He wanted to let his own craft set the stage for his platform. He was nervous and not ready to have real cock in his videos.
His nephew was the pinnacle of virginal innocence; all alabaster skin, blushing cheeks, knees and elbows. Brown-black hair perfectly mussed, fringe just long enough to tickle his beautiful, full lashes. Teary Bambi eyes. Aemond watched clips of Lucerys slobbering all over ginormous dildos before riding them, creating the most ridiculous background stories for them.
Lucerys in a pale pink babydoll lubing up a jewel plug to put in his ass, glazed eyes staring straight at the camera.
Lucerys completely nude save for a pearl necklace and clip-on pearl earrings, rubbing his clit and moaning like a cheap whore.
Lucerys in pretty silken dresses of turquoise sprawled on a pile of sea-themed cushions, pretending to be a mermaid who’s just been gifted a pair of legs. This one was a livestream, and his desperate fans cheered him on pathetically and sent gifts as if it would make Lucerys fuck himself on the blue scale-patterned dildo faster.
Aemond had not stripped his cock so raw and so often since he was 13 years old.
All this to say, on an autumn Sunday night, Aemond forgoes the possibility of actually getting his dick wet for the nth time since he’d found Lucerys’ OnlySilks. He’s locked his bedroom door, lowered his blinds, dimmed the lights. Light rain pitter-patters against the windows.
His cock sits painfully hard against his stomach but he does not touch it and instead stares at his laptop that sits upon the crisp sheets, webcam covered.
Lucerys sits cross-legged and only in a pair of white panties. The room he’s in is dimly lit with lamps and candles, and the massive rumpled white duvet makes the scene look as though Lucerys is sitting on a fluffy cloud during a golden sunset. The same rain hitting Aemond’s penthouse seem to be hitting Lucerys’ own windows, based on the shadows on the wall behind him.
His knee bounces as he says, “Thanks so much for being here guys. I’m just so stressed right now,” he leans forward and squints his eyes to see the livechat better, “Oh, it’s nothing. Just some family issues. Thank you ArraxianScales!”
The brat is sat snivelling to his fans, the stream titled as Just Chatting and of course available to all subscribers, who are only cooing at him as if he’s not wasting their money or dressed scantily for them. Fuck it.
user2417953 when are you gonna start
“Ohh, someone’s impatient! Welcome back, my mystery benefactor,” Lucerys giggles.
His laptop pings with a few angry replies to his message decrying him as insensitive.
“Aww, don’t bash them guys, they’re just a very enthusiastic fan,” At that, Lucerys slides a cylindrical cushion between his thighs. “How about something chill tonight guys. I’ll ride this for you… yes of course, I’ll try not to come too fast,”
Lucerys grinds his pussy back and forth against the cushion, lewd moans escaping his cherry red lips. Aemond imagines Lucerys is rubbing himself against his thigh instead like a bitch in heat. Aemond would sit there and tell his nephew that he’s not good enough, that he’s always belonged to Aemond.
He finally wraps long fingers around his cock, breathing a sigh of relief as he begins jerking himself off slowly.
Lucerys makeovers himself momentarily to remove his panties, and then he is whining even loader than before, hips moving so sensually the cushion rubs him from clit to cocklet.
user2417953 faster, slut
Lucerys gasps and looks at the screen through heavy-lidded eyes, “Anything for you, kepa,”
The pings of the chat increase in frequency with all the messages exclaiming their love at being called a valyrian pet name, and Aemond speeds up his hand. The gods know Lucerys means him when he says kepa to the chat.
Aemond continues typing out praise, messages like you are beautiful, I wish it was just the two of us, and Kepa wants you to come, baby.
The corner of Lucerys’ lips quirk up at all of them.
Aemond grips his cock at the base and rubs the ruddy head with his other palm, increasing the pressure when Lucerys shows the telltale signs of an orgasm.
Lucerys comes with a high-pitched Oohh when Aemond spurts seed all over his stomach, abs clenching painfully. He breathes hard, shutting his eye and resting his head back on his pillow.
When the buzzing in his mind finally stops, Aemond looks back to his laptop to see Lucerys has already rearranged himself to cuddle his duvet.
“Thanks so much for being here for me guys. You guys are so wholesome,” he laughs at something in chat, “Yeah, that is surprising,”
As Lucerys is chatting mindlessly to the audience, Aemond reaches to his keyboard and types out thank you, attached to 1000 gold dragons. He sends it before he can cringe at himself, and never even lets himself see Lucerys’ reaction before he slams his laptop shut. How embarrassing. Lucerys doesn’t need the money, and what a pathetic amount that is in comparison to what he already has.
Aemond internally screams at himself while he cleans himself off in the ensuite bathroom. Flexes in front of the mirror to remind himself that an almost nightly lapse in judgement to sit and observe Lucerys’ promiscuity that he parades around is not morally wrong at all.
As for Lucerys’ whinging onscreen earlier, Aemond allows himself to bask in some joy when he remembers that he actually knows why Lucerys has been stressed.
A week later, Aemond is nursing a serious case of blue balls since Lucerys hasn’t posted any new content since the last livestream.
It is no matter today, though – or rather, it will matter, but in all the best ways. Lucerys’ whoring will come back to bite him in the ass when he is proven unfit for all the privileges he was given in life. Today will be much greater than getting to wank it to the boy’s silly shows.
By now, all of Lucerys’ little fans know that their beloved is showing up to get reamed by his great-uncle Vaemond for not being suitable to inherit the seat of Driftmark Corp. Naturally, they’d all filled his timeline with furious posts after the news of Velaryon v. Velaryon broke.
Aemond is brimming with excitement and not even the sight of Aegon sprawled over the sofa (smelling like something died in him) could dampen his mood. He prepares himself a steaming cup of black coffee to ensure he does not miss a moment. Sips it in front of his marvellous floor to ceiling windows overlooking King’s Landing.
He is aware he’s not a particularly pleasant person. He’s tough to work with, he knows. It’s hard for him to find a balance between meeting his grandfather’s silent demands at work, helping Helaena with her upstart pottery and book-binding business, and mopping Aegon off whatever disgusting pavement he’s thrown up on. Which means that everyone he interacts with gets a version that is stressed, overworked, and uninterested.
Despite that, Aemond knows he is deserving of much and more. More than Lucerys, who has never had to work a day in his life and still wants more attention. He’s stolen so much of Aemond’s attention the past few months that he barely has time to work on himself, instead feeling like a hermit in his room with no chance to sink into some real pussy, as bland as it may be.
Aemond gives Aegon a slap on the head as he briskly walks past him towards the door, and his brother only grumbles and blearily opens one eye to glare at Aemond.
“You better come to court later today, mother organised all of this for our benefit,”
He then slams the door behind him and takes the lift down to his ride.
He hopes Vaemond Velaryon delivers to Lucerys’ reputation the blow it deserves.
“In truth, Your Honour, it should not matter that it is 2024 as there has been no precedent for Driftmark Corp. to have ever belonged to anyone but a Velaryon,”
Okay, while Aemond completely agrees with Vaemond Velaryon, the man has been making the same argument for the past two hours now. The whole day wasted and only a couple hours of the case covered, because Rhaenyra arrived disastrously late with her sons and mutt in tow.
Completely inappropriate in court, but naturally Targaryens (though not those born of Aemond’s mother) and Velaryons have no humility for their oligarchic power in Westeros. The Hightowers at least knew their seats. Their Grandfather had insisted punctuality was important if they were to enter the grand parliament courtroom to be seated up front and facing the gallery by Judge Orwyle.
Vaemond’s team has been hurling passive aggressive insults about Lucerys’ complexion, and Rhaenyra’s deflecting it with useless waffle, for so long that even Aegon has shown up, unwashed, cross-faded, and completely unserious.
“D’you think he’s going to pull the race card?” Aegon giggles.
Helaena, abashed, shushes Aegon, mumbling her dissent at their older brother excusing himself with It’s just a joke!
Their mother, while enjoying the sight of Rhaenyra and her brood being humiliated, has her face in her hands. “I would have preferred you not shown up instead of coming unbathed and completely unprepared for the position you hold today,”
Aegon merely rolls his eyes at her and continues nudging Aemond every time he finds something hilarious.
Aemond could not care less about Aegon, for he only cares about one thing: Lucerys. Lucerys, who has shown up in pale blue slacks and a silk white shirt. His curls are pushed back with a few small gold clips adorned with pearls. Naturally, the boy is dressed like he’s advertising his OnlySilks right here in court. He’d sell himself to the old Great Council members if he could. Aemond would not be surprised if the gaggle of journalists gathered in the far corner put all their focus on how adorable Lucerys looks today! clicking their cameras and zooming in on the undone buttons of his shirt to show off his tits like the perverts they are.
“It is my understanding that Corlys named Lucerys heir to Driftmark Corp. to honour his late son Laenor’s wish that Lucerys be his heir, and frankly, I find it horrific that you would take advantage of your own brother’s absence to attack his beloved grandson – he is unwell, you sick man-” Rhaenyra says, with little Luke tucked into her side and arm linked with hers from elbow to laced fingers. Aemond catches sight of her thumb rubbing circles into his small hand, a sharp contrast from the shaking fury she spits at Vaemond.
“Order!”
Orwyle unsurprisingly fails at bringing any order to the court as all titter and guffaw and turn to see Vaemond’s reply.
Aemond glances at his older nephew, Jacaerys, looming behind Luke and glaring at Vaemond venomously. Baela’s arm holds him by the waist as if to hold him back. Lucerys merely stares straight ahead, trying (and failing) to hold back tears.
“We Velaryons are proud. I will not stand for this. It is my birthright, and my sons’ birthright to follow in Corlys Velaryon’s footsteps so that we can continue the success of Driftmark. Cut my veins and you will see Velaryon blue – cut Lucerys’, and all you will see is whatever queerness his mother has given him. Do you expect me to stand by and allow them to drive us to ruin?”
Despite the audacity of his statement, the Council mumbles its assent. They do not like – and Aemond is in agreement with them – that any adopted child can stand to inherit the riches of the second most influential man on the continent.
“My son is a Velaryon, insinuating anything else is fuelled by pure greed. Tell me, Vaemond, why have you not suggested your great niece, my stepdaughter Baela, as a replacement for Lucerys’ inheritance?”
“Please!”
More raucous disgruntlement echoes through the hall, along with Vaemond’s incredulous laughter.
Baela and Jace are infuriated yet again, Baela’s short hair acting as a bright halo around her head.
“You are all the same. All have been tainted by Rhaenyra Targaryen’s parenting. Look at Lucerys. Do any of you know what images are available of that boy online? Wait hold on-" Vaemond walks to his designated table, shuffling a pile of papers.
“He’s not seriously got that shit printed out?” Aemond barks, earning him a puzzled look from his mother and an amused one from Aegon.
“Hold on- if I may!” and now little Lucerys has decided to chirp up, his chubby cheeks pinker than ever and his hand attempting to free itself from his mother’s crushing hold. She will not let go, however.
Rhaenyra shrieks, “I will not have my son’s private life debated in court! This is inappropriate!”
But Vaemond rears upwards, gripping the papers documenting Lucerys’ crimes so tight they almost tear, “I do not care if your family is above mine in this ridiculous hierarchy, but I will not stand for this. You may not value your legacy, but I do, and with time Corlys will see reason. Rhaenyra’s son is the most promiscuous”- and, at this, he straightens out a collage of obscene images; the very same Aemond has plastered in his skull day and night – “who is entirely undeserving of what he claims as his inheritance. I have dealt with enough slanders to my family name. That boy is a bastard, and he is a whore just like his mother!”
Incredible. If he were capable, tears would come to Aemond’s eye. The sight of his half-sister gasping in indignation and covering her eyes with the hand not entwined Lucerys’, Lucerys burying his face into the crook of her neck with shoulders heaving with sobs, Jacaerys shouting This whole case should be thrown out! How is this a valid claim?! – Aemond can’t help himself, for the corner of his mouth quirks up and he snickers lowly, looking directly at Luke. His nephew must feel his gaze and lifts his head to look at him, too-large front teeth attempting to restrain the quiver of his bottom lip. The meeting of their gazes makes Aemond grin ever wider.
Aemond’s own uncle Daemon, standing like a mindless sentinel by Rhaenyra during the whole ordeal, springs into action as soon as he shares a look with his wife. Stalks across the courtroom, ignoring squawks of outrage and delivers a strong punch, right onto Vaemond’s cheekbone, and doesn’t miss a beat before his other fist collides with Vaemond’s nose. Blood spurts out like a fountain and Vaemond stumbles backwards into his table with his hand cradling his face.
Aemond can only drop his smile and jerk backwards, hearing Helaena’s Ah! and his mother’s Well I never! as she grips her Seven-Pointed Star chain.
“Next time you speak on my wife and son, you will be picking your teeth off the floor,” Daemon snarls as he is pulled back by armed police and younger council members. Satisfied with Vaemond’s wheezing and gurgling, he merely smirks and allows himself to be walked out of the hall.
“My- Lord Targaryen! ORDER!” Orwyle bangs his gavel in earnest, “Seven hells, the behaviour today has been despicable. Court adjourned, and do not bother to make an appearance tomorrow if you cannot be orderly,”
The end of the session reduces none of the aggression between those in the stands and Aemond watches from his spot in the front as some lower Council members restrain their physical attacks to each other with bitten words.
Aemond doesn’t miss the dirty looks some journalists send him, nor the fact that Lucerys averts his gaze every time their eyes meet. He certainly doesn’t miss when Baela goes out of her way to shoulder-check him on their way out.
That evening, Aemond scrolls through his social media with a glass of wine, blinds closed, fully relaxed after having completed his entire nightly routine, gua sha, hair oil and all.
The vitriol against Vaemond on Twitter is completely out of hand, considering he’s the one who got punched in the face, and it’s his own right to go and petition for his family’s business. Most in Aemond’s feed appear to cheer on Daemon’s violence, many cry for Lucerys’ poor feelings, and a not-insignificant portion blast Aemond for his own severe crime of smiling when a woman and her son are facing gender and sex-based prejudice.
Pearlicious 🐚| MINORS DNI @targvelaryons
FUCK aemond targaryen and FUCK vaemond velaryon, they can choke atp @aemond_targ KYS
reply➡️ Pearlicious 🐚| MINORS DNI @targvelaryons
@lucylucerys DM me if you need someone to talk to ml 🫶lukesimps and lukemoms on your side always
(How pathetic to believe a boy with 6 siblings, doting grandparents, a possessive stepfather, and the favouritism of Rhaenyra Targaryen would want support from some snivelling prick on Twitter.)
mother of lucerys @motherofdragons
PSA: JUST CUZ SOMEONE HAS AN ONLYSILKS DOESNT MEAN THEY CONSENT TO REVENGE PORN. just in case you forgot @aemond_targ and vaemond velaryon
Valyrian Historian @thedoom
Absolutely shameful that @aemond_targ, a true example of wasted potential, would show such a lack of empathy for his nephew today. It may be more fitting to call him Aemond Hightower if he is going to ignore the blood he shares with Lucerys.
eve🐉 @luceraki
Are we supposed to be surprised @aemond_targ is a disgusting misogynist and probably a homophobe as well? GET A JOB, HE SHOULDVE GOUGED OUT BOTH EYES
💫✨Realm’s Delights ✨💫 @targnation
Rhaenyra Targaryen has done so much philanthropic work to end the stigma against queer people and donated so much of her money to charity, and all @aemond_targ and vaemond can do is focus on her and her son’s sex lives? 🙄
Aegon TARGARYEN💚 @eggyboi
Wtrgf is gong on rn
reply➡️ lucerys’ gf @luciepearls
um,, maybe tell your brother @aemond_targ to stop hating women? Hope that helps x
reply➡️ daeron.🔒@daeronknight
bro get off twitter rn you’re gonna embarrass yourself
Chuckling to himself, he screenshots the few tweets insulting Luke in defense of Aemond.
Proud Bastardphobe @princeaemond
@aemond_targ was so real there I would’ve done so much worse 🤣🤣
reply➡️ Sunfyre apologist @aegonstan
fr he’s better than me, if luke STRONG had the audacity to look at me after what he’s done I would throw hands
Aemond decides to stop scrolling when he comes across an absolutely absurd thread describing all of his “crimes”.
Velaryon Defense Lawyer @lucerysluver
@aemond_targ being problematic, a 🧵 👇
Followed by a series of tweets where the most egregious thing he’d done was 1. Retweet an account supporting the military, 2. Like a tweet discussing the importance of digital footprint if you want to have a successful career (which was apparently a problem because the tweet in question was referring to Rhaenyra – a silly point because that’s exactly why Aemond liked the tweet), and finally, 3., answered someone asking what his favourite film was with “Andal Psycho”. Gods, imagine having to look for things to be upset about.
The obsessiveness that freaks who adore Daemon and Rhaenyra as a power couple and in turn, their children, never fails to astound Aemond. It’s been a nightmare monitoring his own likes and followers – he usually has his account set to private, but this month he’d been planning to help Helaena with promoting her new dragon-themed pottery collection, for which he’d need to post about.
Helaena’s message to him about the whole ordeal was sweet, though, reading They simply don’t know how good a soul you have, brother <3
His grandfather had left him a voicemail asking him to get Aegon on his best behaviour for the session tomorrow, and to also pull himself together (to which Aemond takes great offense to because there is no way Otto wasn’t grinning ear to ear at the sight of Rhaenyra getting ripped into).
All in all, it’s fine. A little over 100 mentions is more than Aemond is used to, but nothing he can’t handle. Aegon revels in his own controversies multiple times a month.
Aemond goes over to Lucerys’ porn account and pulls the waistband of his joggers down, planning to rewatch his favourite videos before going to bed.
Damn. The slut had the absolute audacity of posting a new video today. Does he have no shame? Isn’t this the bullshit that got his half-naked body shown to a bunch of smarmy politicians in court? (Yes, and that’s probably exactly why he’s posted – the thrill of it).
Pretty Lucerys likes to keep the interaction up with his fans and he actually vets who he interacts with. Not very well, mind you, because being a faceless profile is not a sin. But any inappropriate comments, including looking strong 💪💪, gets you blocked (Aemond had learnt that the hard way).
Newly pinned to the top is a five second video of Luke staring into the camera, his eyes glazed over and tongue sticking at. He’s leaning over a hard surface and being jerked back and forth by an almost out of frame figure behind him. A thin, male figure with pale skin and an obviously waxed chest – barely classified as a man. The caption reads:
🐚🧜♀️ Luce’s Cove🧜♀️🐚 @lucespearlydelights
taking a break from all the drama to share this with some of you guysss ✨✨✨ my first collab! any guesses who it’s with?
<fakelink://OnlySilks.com/pearlydelights/GOLDTIER/cute4cutePT1>
Clearly not someone desirable. The comments gush at how pretty and cute Lucerys looks, asking if he was going to top the twink as well. Aemond has watched enough of this bullshit to know most of his viewers were secretly disappointed, hoping to see Lucerys with The Northern Wolf more than anyone else.
He takes his cock out of his pants and starts stroking himself lightly, anticipation burning in his stomach. He wants to make sure he’s edged himself to desperation before he gets to see Lucerys squirt in that sweet video of his, being fucked for the first time on camera.
He can already envision the show the boys will put on.
I- I-ve never done this before… he’d stutter and look at the camera with those doe eyes. He’d rub his knees together, and he’d obviously have put blush on them to emphasise that boyish look his weirdo viewers like. The other boy will pet his hair and whisper, Baby, neither have I, let’s explore and learn together, and Lucerys will give him a watery smile and pretend he’s never seen a dick in real life before.
Aemond’s getting ahead of himself, though. He supposes he should encourage Lucerys in his endeavours lest the boy decide to go solo once more.
He opens the comments to type one-handed.
Aemond Targaryen @aemond.targ
Hot. Who’d you finally decide to let into your pussy
Wait a minute. That’s not his burner account.
He barely has time to react before he’s received a DM from @lucylucerys simply reading uncle aemond???????
“Fuck. FUCK!” Aemond jumps out of bed and throws his phone across the room, and then quickly regrets it and awkwardly runs around his bed to pick up his phone and salvage the damage.
Aemond quickly deactivates his profile and every other account that’s ever associated with Lucerys’ content. He curses himself at being such an idiot – of all times for this to happen, it has to be when he’s switched his account to public.
Oh gods, if he buys a new Gold subscription now it’ll be so obvious it’s him. He opens the Reddit app and double-checks his saved posts, but predictably, they’ve been scrubbed. The joys of finding Lucerys’ porn on his feed, despite having already watched it on OnlySilks, knowing that all of Lucerys’ hard work could be enjoyed for free for a short time before it is taken down for copyright.
Aemond’s hands shake as he slowly places his phone down, screaming into a pillow at the sheer humiliation of being outed as one of his nephew’s degenerate voyeurs.
After all of that Aemond doesn’t have the heart to check Lucerys’ OnlySilks post and have a good wank.
Aemond does not show to the next court session, despite his mother’s badgering. She goes on and on about how it’s important they witness this case because it sets precedent for a potential future case between Aegon and Jacaerys. How this will be the start of their legacy. Then gives him silent treatment when he pretends to be under the weather.
Lucerys appears to not have told anyone about his transgression, otherwise grandfather would’ve surely found out and broken the door down to his apartment.
He burrows under the covers in shame and can barely stand to watch the case on his phone. Aemond suddenly wants Lucerys to win the case, become Lord, earn a seat at the Great Council and all, just so he can abandon his OnlySilks and hopefully forget that one of his most loyal viewers was his uncle.
Aemond’s hibernation doesn’t last much longer than a couple days where he resolutely does not look up any updates on the case or Lucerys’ social standing. His mother is placated by Aemond’s absence when he dedicates himself to forcefully bathing Aegon and getting him dressed smartly, sober, and buckled into a car to court every morning.
[Helaena] 3:14p.m.
Met a great potential investor in today’s session, please come down asap, we’re in conference room 5b!
lots of love, Helaena 🐞💛
Curse Helaena and her unwillingness to let father or grandfather fund her business.
Aemond swiftly dresses in a smart outfit, packs his laptop and makes his way to the courthouse yet again. There, he is greeted by a most dreadful sight. Lucerys.
His nephew sits at the steps, scrolling on his phone. Aemond attempts to speed walk past him and enter the building before he notices.
“You!” Fuck. “You’re so weird! Why didn’t you show up today, huh?”
“I am busy, nephew,” he attempts to brush past the boy.
“No, no, I need to talk to you- hey! I promise it’ll be quick, we can sit at the café inside,”
A struggle and Aemond realises his nephew is not budging and he sighs, gesturing for Lucerys to lead the way. He quickly shoots a text to Helaena saying he’ll be up in a few more minutes. Luke happily trots forward, and Aemond can't help but lower his eye to the boy’s bum. Why is he always a walking advert…
Lucerys has decided to dress himself in cream today; slacks perfectly fitted to hug his ass and rolled once to reveal his ankles, with a cream cashmere jumper. Aemond forces himself to think of anything else. The hours of watching Lucerys’ silly “fit checks” at the beginning of every video and livestream have absolutely rotted his brain.
Lucerys plops himself on one of the plush chairs and folds his legs under himself, while Aemond gingerly sits across him. The courthouse’s traffic seems to have slowed now that today’s major conference is over, and only a handful of people, civilian or staff, seem to be lounging in the tastefully decorated café, nursing cups of coffee.
Aemond jumps when Lucerys lurches forward and grabs his hands on the table.
“Tell me, which is your favourite video? Or do you join live? Or do you prefer my pictures?”
What? “Um…”
“It wasn’t a mistake to start this, right? I’ve just been so nervous. Rhaena says I’m doing great, but she always takes my side and I have Jace blocked from that account because it would be so weird if he watched me and Joff – oh my god Joff is just a baby! I know we don’t get along but-”
“What the fuck is your problem?” Aemond blurts. A few heads turn at the outburst but he sends them off with a sharp scowl.
“You’re artsy and stuff. You… you like the craft that goes behind my content, right?” Lucerys is suddenly not so confident.
Aemond can safely say he has never been so baffled at Lucerys Velaryon’s behaviour. Granted, he hasn’t properly listened to Lucerys speak since forever (he’s not convinced that online persona is the real him), but surely this isn’t normal behaviour from his nephew. “You’re not mad? Or upset?”
Lucerys tilts his head and blinks owlishly. “That you’re a beloved fan?”
Aemond swallows. That shame from last night is never going away. “You know what I’m talking about.”
“Don’t get me wrong, my feelings were quite hurt yesterday,” Lucerys says with a wry smile. “But I don’t know, I feel like we can put it past us if you’re paying to see me naked.”
Aemond resists the urge to end his suffering by slamming his head on the table.
“And I know that you nuked all your accounts. You know I keep a spreadsheet of all my followers and subscribers? I lost one very special follower on all platforms. “User” and then just a random number combo, right?” Lucerys’ eyes glint when Aemond doesn’t respond. “Something crazy must have happened, too. They were a Gold tier subscriber.”
Aemond can't even keep Lucerys’ gaze and he looks down at the table, “No need to rub it in,” he mumbles.
“Look, I’ve been waiting here for ages, you know how crazy the reporters get after each conference? I had to hide in the loos until you’d show up,”
“You asked Helaena to call me up here?”
“Well, no, but she told me you were coming. You pussied out of watching me get humiliated today. Thank godsDaemon threatened Vaemond again…”
“I don’t even know how to react really,” Lucerys prattles on, fidgeting with his fingers in his lap, “I guess I’m intrigued by your whole demeanour. I thought you were dating around. Why would you comment on my posts so much in such a short amount of time?”
This is certainly a very odd turn of events. Aemond was not under the impression that Lucerys was so fond of him. Aemond feels a blush rise to his cheeks, “I didn’t confirm what my other account was.”
Lucerys rolls his eyes with a sly grin. He lifts himself on his haunches and leans his whole torso across the table. “I really am so happy to see you enjoyed my content so much Uncle Aemond,”
Aemond’s breath is stuck in his throat as he watches Lucerys’ loose jumper dip downwards, giving him a lovely view of his nephew’s pert nipples.
Lucerys pokes his cheek gleefully.
They end up snogging in the single toilet, Aemond’s arms wrapped around Lucerys’ slim waist and pushing forward until the boy’s spine bends backwards. Lucerys fervently sucks at Aemond’s tongue.
“Do you have a condom,” he pants against Aemond’s lips.
“Are you not on the pill?”
Lucerys glares at him and tuts, “No, it makes me feel depressed.”
They stare at each other for a moment.
“Okay, okay, er- yeah it should be…” his hands are shaking as he pulls out his wallet and fishes out the condom he carries with him.
When he holds it up to show Luke, his nephew is looking up at him with his eyebrows raised and lip curled derisively, as if he himself hadn’t asked for the condom. He snatches the package and slams it down on the counter with a crinkle.
“Hold on, let me suck you,” Lucerys drops to his knees and yanks Aemond’s trousers down with his pants, which causes Aemond to yelp pitifully.
His shock turns into a sharp gasp when Lucerys sucks the head of his hardening cock into his mouth. His plush lips wrap around him, and he moans as if savouring the taste. He curls a hand around the shaft and slides it to pull the foreskin further down, bobs his head and darts his tongue in kittenish licks. The entire time, Lucerys looks up and bores into Aemond’s eye.
Aemond can’t take it and tilts his head back, his eye rolling and his hand coming down to grip Lucerys’ dark tresses. As Lucerys takes in more of his cock, slobbering over the base, Aemond pants and yanks his eyepatch off, not being able to take the strap around his head in the oppressive heat of the room.
He pulls Luke back up by the hair and crushes their mouths back together, Lucerys moaning whorishly and holding Aemond closer by the shoulders.
“Need- Let me take you home, please-” Aemond says between kisses, but Lucerys whines.
“No, come on,” he sharply forces Aemond’s hands into the waistband of his trousers and Aemond immediately pushes them down to his knees, while Lucerys pulls off his jumper over his head in one go, ruffling his curls. Lucerys goes to pull his panties down too, before Aemond stops him when he sees the baby pink lace, such little fabric that Lucerys’ hardening cocklet peaks out of the top.
Aemond moans, palms Lucerys’ full asscheeks, and yanks aside the sheer behind of his panties, harsh enough that there is a sharp rip.
Lucerys thankfully gives no protest, and he kisses Aemond again, slotting their mouths together and bouncing on his tiptoes. Aemond takes the hint and hoists the boy up, keeping their lips connected and slamming him against the tiled wall. The roughness causes one of Lucerys’ still shoe-clad feet to knock over the vase of dried flowers on the counter.
Of course, his slutty nephew barely reacts and kisses Aemond in earnest, who at least has the decency to mph! in protest.
“In me, in me!” Lucerys whines.
Aemond does not need to be told twice and so he guides his aching cock into Lucerys’ sopping wet pussy, sliding in with no resistance. He takes a moment to revel in the feeling, but his nephew gives him little time before he is squirming and thrusting against the wall, so Aemond thrusts forward harshly, over and over again.
Aemond sends a small prayer in thanks to the gods for giving him his insecurities growing up that led him to lifting weights five times a week for the past seven years and puts all his power into his hips to fuck into Lucerys. His nephew’s lewd ah, ah, ah!s so incredible in person, he finds himself increasing the speed of his hips just to hear him more.
Aemond can’t get deep enough, so he readjusts his nephew so that Aemond is pressing him into the wall by the backs of his smooth thighs, pushing them against his chest. Aemond kisses a knee now close to his face. Huh, his knees do have a natural blush to them.
“Oh- oh my god!” Lucerys’ arms are high above his head, scratching at the gaps between tiles, arching his back, head rubbing against the wall.
Aemond is gasping too, against his will, the ache at the base of his spine signalling his oncoming orgasm.
He thinks of the room Lucerys films all his porn in, thinks how he really should be fucking Lucerys right into those cloud-like bedsheets, so that he’d think of Aemond every time he films a new video. So that it would feel completely wrong to invite anyone but Aemond over.
His dazed thoughts weaken his hold on Lucerys and the boy almost slides down the wall with a yelp, but Aemond catches him and spins him around, sliding inside him once more. The angle is perfect like this; Aemond can reach around to thumb at Lucerys’ clit.
It takes only thirty seconds of Aemond hammering into his nephew’s pussy before the boy wails and comes into Aemond’s palm, tremors wracking his body.
Aemond follows after a few fast, shallow thrusts, and the two breathe deeply as Aemond keeps himself plastered against Lucerys’ back.
As Lucerys scrunches and tidies his curls in the mirror, Aemond sheepishly pulls his pants and trousers back on. Luke hasn’t yet put on his slacks, but his panties have returned back to their position over his pussy (though wonky and barely clinging onto his bony hips) and Aemond can now see that the sheer pink material has a rabbit stitched onto it. Fitting.
“So, er,” Aemond doesn’t even know what he wants to say. It makes sense now, why he and Floris had been fucking for so long without any relationship development.
Lucerys turns to look at him, a façade of innocence painting his face once again. He’s biting his lip. When Aemond doesn’t continue, Lucerys reaches to his crumpled up clothes on the floor and pulls them on slowly.
Aemond mourns the disappearance of his plush thighs and pretty pussy behind the zipper.
“Are we doing this again?” he blurts out.
Lucerys’ eyes widen, and looks down bashfully. “I’m so sorry, Aemond, I don’t know. I’ve just been so busy lately – I have my internship, and I can't make any mistakes right now. Plus, my business, you know.”
“What’s your schedule like?”
“I don’t have time to hook up even semi-regularly. I’m sorry,” Lucerys pouts, but he continues looking at Aemond so intensely that he has to avert his gaze because of his discomfort.
When Lucerys’ obvious plea for attention doesn’t cause Aemond to grovel on his knees, he a-ha’s as if a lightbulb has gone off over his bouncy curls. “How about you come over and we can film something! Two birds, one stone, or whatever.”
“No way,” Aemond has barely let Lucerys finish before his refusal, but he is adamant. He takes a step back as Lucerys lets out an agitated whine.
“Aww, come on, it’ll be fun! I can crop out your face, you’re tall-”
“You think you’re talking to one of your moronic subscribers, huh? I’m not fucking you on camera,” Aemond spits and feels a spark of joy when spittle lands in Lucerys’ eye.
Though, the boy doesn’t care and only humphs in annoyance, seeming suddenly unbothered by Aemond’s rejection. His small hands reach up and clasp Aemond’s cheeks, and plants a sloppy kiss on Aemond’s lips and grins “Shame, my subscribers would love you- who am I kidding, you know they would, you’ve seen them beg me to bend over for a man twice my size,”
Aemond is stunned to silence, so Lucerys simply takes his belongings from the floor, knocking over Aemond’s laptop bag in the process, and trots to the exit, but not before shooting a Let me know if you change your mind!
It’s not that Aemond hasn’t learnt his lesson, it’s just that Lucerys hasn’t posted to his OnlySilks since the last time they spoke. Unsurprisingly, the boy has not quit his career, not according to his apologies for being MIA!, and sending refunds to all who aren’t satisfied 🫶 , as well as stay tuned for many surprises when this whole court business is over! Plus, there’s the whole eye thing, which, by the way, Aemond still has not gotten over and never will thank you very much.
From the moment Aemond had discovered his nephews sordid career, he heavily considered leaking everything to everyone from their shared family to Driftmark Corp. investors. He’d compiled a document of screen recordings from the dirtiest moments provided only to the highest tier of payers. A jewel plug being twisted in and out of a dusky hole, fingers spreading his moist pink folds, and, Aemond’s personal favourite, a shot of Lucerys slapping his own cocklet with a flogging whip. All of course, chosen because Lucerys’ face was in full view.
He'll want to add that video of Lucerys being fucked by what turned out to be a slender boy from the Reach who Lucerys had gone to school with.
Stopping Aemond was the fact that Rhaenyra, likely Corlys, and now Vaemond new of Lucerys’ online activies. There’s not much point to ruin his life now. It’s not like it would be a big financial loss when those usually forced to endure the small glimpses on Twitter finally saw everything posted in full.
Yet again Aemond does not deny that he is an unpleasant person. The stinging rejection for busy reasons along with his lack of return to porn has driven Aemond to such a rage that even Aegon can’t stand to be around him. Aemond reclines in the lounge, his back facing towards the 40th floor view of King’s Landing’s first snow of the year, that better people than him will enjoy tomorrow morning. Seething at Lucerys’ untouchability.
Aemond is deliberating a future where Lucerys’ subscribers delight in watching the boy get pounded by him in that soft pile of white cushions and blankets, or going on another date with Floris, when his phone pings with a notification from Unknown Sender.
[Unknown] 4:18a.m.
hiiii! got your number from hel
[Unknown] 4:18a.m.
was wondering if you wanted to *hang out* this weekend?
[Unknown] 4:20a.m.
this is ur fave lucylucerys btw ;)