DANCING WITH DRAGONS ;; a collection of imagines.

lucerys velaryon ; fire and ice

⁀➷ summary ; requested by anon.

"Could you do a luke x stark! reader, where they are childhood friends and when they get older they kiss and ask their parents to be betrothed, then what happens after. Sorry if its kinda rambly i love your writing"

⁀➷ pairing ; friends-to-lovers!lucerys velaryon x stark!reader

⁀➷ notes ; enjoy loves <3 not revised but what's new,,

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house stark and house targaryen have been close allies for decades ever since torrhen stark bent the knee to aegon the conquerer. princess rhaenyra, desperate to keep this tie strengthened (as the north was an essential piece of her kingdom when she was to rule), always suggested allowing the kids to grow up with each other.

it was decreed that no harm shall come to the children and the housing family must treat the other children as their own. that was the original pact of ice and fire.

cregan, your elder brother, always had an affinity for jacaerys velaryon and was glued to his hip. what made them get along so well, you didn't know and you didn't want to know. maybe it was the fact that they both liked to play swords, go hunting, and talk about girls. safe to say, your destined friend was lucerys velaryon, the younger, gentler version of jacaerys.

lucerys was always shy at first, head ducking so he could hide behind his bang of dark curls and oftentimes fiddling with his hands. he'd rather look at his feet than you, but when he happened to meet your gaze, there would always be a reddening, blistering scarlet hue swelling on his cheeks.

he was very easy to figure out when friendship began to blossom between you two. he was forever curious, often asking you 'why' or 'how' about things. despite living on one of the grandest castles in westeros, you and lucerys were jealous of each others respective castles. lucerys thought winterfell was beautiful. although, snow was something that didn't agree with him as he often caught a cold or a bad case of the sniffles.

you on the other hand, you were always desperate to see dragonstone. every lord and lady compared its grandeur to the age of old valyria. dragons often took the skies and there was something about the layers of the towering walls that made it spectacular.

lucky for you this year, it was princess rhaenyra's turn to host your brother and yourself.

the cackling of the nearby fire is evident. candles light the great hall of dragonstone, basking the entire room into an amber glow and gentle warmth. lucerys is sitting closer to the fire, a book nestled into his hands that he has buried his face in.

"why can't you take me for a dragonride?" you ask, your hands trailing along the craftsmanship of the center console table, otherwise known as the painted table. you peek up from hair that's fallen around your face, brows raising slightly.

luke looks up from the book he's reading, by the look of the words scrambled together in foreign shapes, he's probably reading something in valyrian. he gives you a look, tilting his head and jutting out his chin. he feels embarrassment swell in his chest as he thinks of his reply, but he doesn't allow it to break his facade.

"i've told you, arrax can't carry the both of us," he pauses for a moment, as if hesitant to say his next sentence, "he's too small."

you hum, rounding the table to move closer to where luke sat, "jace always takes cregan for a ride."

luke knows this is only a playful jab, one that intends to persuade him into allowing you on arrax for a dragonride, but the sheepishness continues to plague him. when no response comes from him, you cast him a glance. he's biting his lip and looking down at the book in his lap.