Salt Scented Air - HotD (Lucemond)
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  • Reads 329
  • Votes 9
  • Parts 3
  • Time 2h 56m
Ongoing, First published Nov 01, 2024
Mature
Lucerys' petty side relished in bringing Aemond a semblance of the anguish he felt these last few months. That was, if he cared to face Lucerys over the consequences of their actions. Lucerys wanted to see the panic set in after Aemond saw the result of their union. For Aemond to regret having discarded him after their one night together.

At the end of all this drama, Lucerys would have his heirs for Driftmark. Talk of his own bastardy would cease on account of his beloved boys. The boys' appearance proved Lucerys was legitimate after all. Once Lucerys died, there would be an actual Velaryon ruling Driftmark.

He wouldn't know if this plan would come to fruition until he started informing his family of his sons.

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A hidden adoption AU where Lucerys Velaryon passes off twin Targaryen bastards, that so happened to be Velaryon, as his own sons.

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Team Black. Canon Divergence.
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"Oh my love," Voldemort sighed. "Aren't you tired of this endless running? You don't look well. All this writhing in the dust like a hunted animal doesn't suit you." Harry struggled against the binds keeping him in place, his breaths coming out in sharps pants as he twisted away from his touch. He's a monster, he reminded himself, forcing himself not to think about how gentle he could be with him. How much he missed his touch. You need to run from him, run far, far away. You are in the middle of a war! "I'm tired of chasing," Voldemort continued, stepping closer to Harry's struggling form. "Of indulging this little game of yours. Let's stop pretending there's anywhere you could run where I would not find you." He paused in front of Harry and knelt down, a hand reaching out to caress his cheek possessively. "Let's stop pretending you want to be anywhere but my arms, hmm?" "Go to hell!" Harry spits, jerking away from his touch. "I'm not yours!" "And that, my love, is where you're wrong," Voldemort said with a crazed smirk. "Nothing, not even death, could keep me from you. You always have and always will belong to me!" |.-.-.-.-.-.-.-| Voldemort had finally won. He defeated the light and gained control over Magical Britain, and in the process, he had lost everything. As he remembers how he met, fell in love with, and ultimately lost Harry Potter, he realizes that in his greed, Voldemort had ruined everything that ever mattered to him. But when new information comes to light, it's a race against time to bring Harry Potter back from the dead and reconcile their relationship or risk losing the love of his life forever... ...Even if it means getting help from what's left of the Golden Trio.