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1920’s #lucemond Great Gatsby-esque AU 18 + (with some borrocerys)
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New York socialite Lucerys Velaryon had been married to steel magnate Borros Baratheon ever since he turned 16. Recently, he had started an affair with his journalist uncle, Aemond.

Aemond remembered the smell and first sight of the bustling city. Skyscrapers and sewage reeks. He remembered the view from his 26th floor office, how the stacks of papers and his trusty typewriter reflected dimly from the smoked windows. Not a moment of reprieve or space.

One grey morning, somewhat similar to the industrial skies of his hometown in England, Aemond travelled across the iconic bridges and windy roads to Long Island. His cousin — nephew, really — Lucerys Velaryon was hosting a weekend party.

The Velaryons grew their riches from shipping, particularly through the transatlantic trade. When Luke turned the fledging age of 16, he was married off to Borros Baratheon, a man 29 years his elder, whose steel proved vital to the Velaryon’s business. A loveless marriage, Aemond

Supposed, but one like many others in the upper echelons of New York society that benefited the family conglomerate. Old money marrying old money.

The car pulled into a lulling stop in the Baratheon estate’s driveway. Aemond adjusted his suit.

Upon arriving at the ivory French doors, a butler warmly greeted Aemond after he had shown his invite. The butler opened the door.

Light and light. Gardens of lilacs and marigolds and poppies. Everywhere in this estate there was light and airiness. A fairytale land

In contrast with the city. Aemond took in the sight and breathed in the fresh air that cleansed his lungs from city muck.

“Aemond!” A cheery voice called. “Is that you?” Aemond saw a hand, delicately pink around the knuckles, first. Then a bob of chocolate hair and deep eyes.

Lucerys Velaryon peeked his rosy complexion from the Tiffany blue sofa, his diamond and pearl earrings swayed with his carefree movement. “Come,” he waved Aemond over. “Let me see you, Aemond.”

His wrists glittered in the sunlight, so did his dainty neck. An ethereal creature.

Aemond approached and stood wide eyed at the figure in front of him. “Luke…”

“Oh, Aemond! How happy I am to see you! Oh,” Lucerys sing-songed as he cradled Aemond’s face between his lace-gloves palms, “Poor Aemond. Lucy is so horrible for causing you pain.”

Lucerys was referring the scar across the left of Aemond’s face — and the empty eye socket. He was the one who maimed Aemond when they were both children in a horrid fit of childish rage. His mother Rhaenyra compensated Aemond’s family handsomely for this and moved her family

Across the sea — supposedly to alleviate Luke’s “suffering”.

“I could spend all of eternity making it up to you, Aemond,” Lucerys’ sweet voice brought Aemond out of his reminiscence. He nestled himself naturally on Aemond’s chest.

Aemond smiled whatever he could.
In truth,

He did harbor ill towards Lucerys for the longest time: how could one not when half of one’s sight was taken from them? Lucerys had everything and Aemond none at all. But sweet Luke had been nothing but sweet — it was actually he who wrote

to Aemond to come to America and found him his current job — offering to introduce Aemond to his very powerful friends. (Plus, Lucerys footed Aemond’s New York City rent for the first three months.)

The party was lively, grand, each bit debauchery and fantasy in one.

Luke’s husband Borros, an obese man, came and the very end to hungrily smooch his young wife’s soft pink cheeks. Luke giggled playfully, but Aemond knew from the way he searched from Aemond afterwards, Lucerys did not want the life he was living.

Aemond was soon proven correct when he met Luke again at the bar in Waldorf. Lucerys was giggling again, a glass of martini in his hand as he danced through his company, wooing the eyes of the ladies and gentlemen alike.

Aemond approached Luke when the gathering was over as the boy waited outside for his chauffeur. Smoke from his cigarette drizzled into the drizzling winds.

“Luke,” Aemond said.

“Oh, Aemond,” Lucerys said, wiping away at the corners of his eyes, “How wonderful to see you here.”

Aemond did not know how to comfort his nephew. He offered his handkerchief.

Lucerys blew his nose on it, not delicately, no. The cloth was covered in snot afterwards.

“I have a room upstairs for the weekend,” Aemond offered awkwardly,

“Perhaps you’d want to wait there instead of here?” At this instance. Aemond had no idea what he was offering.

Before he could retract or explain himself, Lucerys cut in, “Yes. Yes, I’d like that.”

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How did it end up like this? They were kissing in the elevator.

Kissing through the hallway and into Aemond’s hotel room.

“Luke…” Aemond panted, trying to slow down.

“Shh, call me that again.”

“Luke,” Aemond repeated, “Look, I don’t want you to…”

“Regret it? No, silly Aemond, I want this as much as you. No one calls me Luke anymore.”

His friends all called him “Lucy” because his husband did.

Aemond ripped the silk chemise and skirt off Lucerys, hungrily devouring his lips as he entered him. Soft. Hot. Moist. Lucerys whimpered and cried, only arousing Aemond even more.

Aemond loved the softness of Luke on his skin. He never relinquished Luke’s lips once, swallowing Luke into himself. They fucked. Aemond pounded himself into Lucerys, pounded his heart into his.

In their afterglow, Aemond kissed his sweet Luke’s knuckles.

A chilling wave washed over Aemond. “Did you know…” He could not continue.

“Huh?”

“That we are… related.”

“Of course.”

“No… I mean…”

Lucerys silenced him in kisses. “Yes,” he whispered into Aemond’s thin lips. Aemond and his full siblings were children of an affair.

Lucerys’ grandfather Viserys, an American railroad magnate, had an continued affair with Aemond’s English mother Alicent. He even moved his family to England and hired Alicent as a housekeeper. Of course, when he died, Alicent and her children were left with a suitcase of clothes

While his legitimate daughter Rhaenyra had everything. Had it not been for Luke taking Aemond’s eye, Alicent would not have been even subsidized over the years. What an odd twist of fate, Aemond scoffed.

Lucerys wanted him inside again, and Aemond obliged. They made love many

Times that night til the sky silenced its cries.

This was just the beginning. Afterwards, their affair continued: at bars, parties, even in Lucerys’ home. “We have to be discreet,” they’d say, but passion always overruled rationality.

Until once, when Aemond (who had become a regular visitor at this point) stumbled upon Lucerys’ bedroom whilst his husband was at the house.

(Borrocerys sex ⚠️)

“Oh, little slut. Squeeze tighter! Have you lost the whoriness in your pussy?”

Borros’ belching slurs filled the hallway.

Through the slight opening of the door, Aemond saw Borros taking Lucerys from behind. The man’s thick belly jiggled on top Lucerys’ back as he slammed into Lucerys’ pussy; his nether hair was a black forest on Lucerys’ pearlescent skin.

He fucked Luke, pinning his arms to his sides. Borros grunted and heaved, “Oh you cow! Taking me years to breed you. Aren’t you fertile at last?”

Only a section of his cock left Lucerys’ pussy each thrust. A massive rod of ugly, veiny dark brown. A bull’s cock.

After some minutes, Borros came inside of Lucerys. “Old slut,” he grumbled as he commanded Luke to lick his filth things.

Lucerys was obedient, happily slurping up Borros’ fat cock as he massaged his clit.

“What a slut,” Borros commented, “Have you lost all your whorishness

Except in your ass?” Soon Borros was hard again, shoving the ugly fat thing back into Luke as Luke rode him.

“Don’t forget your mother sold you to me for your pussy and ass. And I promised her that I’d give you a good breeding. C’mon move your lazy hips!”

He slapped Luke’s ass. A red handprint immediately appears on the delicate skin. “Have I not fed you enough? Is your cunny getting old? A farm cow has more energy for fucking than you do! Move. Move,” he urged.

Aemond could not take his eyes off. He knew peeking as wrong.

But he couldn’t resist. That fat, ugly things pounding inside of his fairy Lucerys. How it made Lucerys drool in stupor and lust…

Aemond locked himself in the bathroom afterwards. When he found Luke again, he was crying on the bed in the room with smells of only sex.

“Aemond…” Luke crowed, “You saw it didn’t you?”

“… I’m sorry.”

Lucerys shook his head, “He wants me to be with child, Aemond. We’ve been married for eight years, and I’ve yet to bear him any children. His daughters will take over his estate at this rate.

Even Mother has urged me…” He wallows in despair. “But I don’t want to Aemond… I don’t want to. Please, if I must be pregnant, let me be with your child instead.”

How could any man resist? Aemond fucked into Luke’s cunt, already filled with another man’s seed.

Their affair continued, though each time they made love, Aemond could not rid his mind of the image of Borros inside Luke. It was… irresistible.

On another rainy night as they snuggled in their hotel suite, Aemond asked if Luke would like to go back to England with him.

“I’d love to!” Lucerys exclaimed, “I haven’t visited since I was ten!” Silly Aemond, Aemond thought, how could Luke choose you over his family here?

Yet, when news of Lucerys’ pregnancy reached Aemond, that seedling of hope began to take root again.

Lucerys was joyous, so happy as each day his stomach grew rounder and rounder. It was their child, both Aemond and Luke knew.

When Luke gave birth one chilly autumn day, Aemond’s heart bursted in joy when the nurse handed him the babe outside the delivery room.

Their child…

Aemond asked again if Lucerys wanted to leave with him, put all his unhappiness behind. Lucerys only smiled.

Their affair continued, until Aemond found Lucerys crying again. Upon investigation, Luke’s body was covered in patches of blues and purples. “Business is

Not great, so he was stressed…” Luke tried to explain.

A drunk man beating his wife, a tale as old as time.

“… Take me away,” Lucerys whispered at last.

Two weeks later, Aemond slipped a pair of tickets into Lucerys’ hands. “I’ll wait for you at the port,” Aemond said.

On the fateful night of their escape, Aemond waited for Lucerys and their babe. He waited.

And waited.

And waited. Til the cerulean night turned black and broke into day. Til the ship sailed for the open ocean and never turned back.

This was the end, Aemond thought.

His life continued. He never bothered asking Luke what had happened that night. He was a silly boy, thinking Lucerys could everything behind to elope with him to England.

“Mr. Waters, a report has been filed against you.” The police escorted Aemond from his workplace.

“For harassment,” his manager added.

His career was ruined. He had no money. Eviction from his l place was only a matter of time. On the fifth after his detainment at the police station, an unexpected guest arrived.

Lucerys was as beautiful as ever. “Aemond I’m so sorry,” he

Cried for forgiveness, just as he had done once as a child, “I’m so sorry. He forced me to. He forced me to. I promise, I didn’t want to report you.”

But Luke did. Their shared passion was now branded as rape. How charming.

Lucerys opened his purse. A check. “Borros is a

Merciful man. As long as you leave us, you’d get this. It’ll pay all your expenses for the rest of your life. London. Paris. Anywhere you’d wish to be… Just not here.”

Aemond waved Lucerys away. Silence. Silence once again returned to his apartment.

He closed his eyes as a comforting iciness overcame him. It was snowing. The snow blanketed his body as a mother would her child.

Over the bustling cityscape and across the Brooklyn bridge, Aemond could hear Lucerys’ laughter fill a joyous night.

[FIN. In the mood for some angsty, open/bad ending hurt 👿👿👿]

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