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Lucerys had died in his arms.
Addam couldn't believe it happened. The moons leading to the childbirth had gone well. The maester had nothing bad to say about the pregnancy and Lucerys hadn't shown any warning signs.
But what should have been an easy birth went wrong quickly.
The room had been thick with the scent of blood. It was metallic and suffocating, clinging to the back of Addam’s throat with every breath he tried and failed to steady. Lucerys’ nails had dug into his hand.
“Addam-" His voice broke on the second syllable, thin and trembling, nothing like the sharp, controlled tone he always carried. “It hurts!”
“I know, my love,” Addam said quickly, uselessly, his hand gripping Lucerys's, not knowing what to do, how to fix it. “I’m here. I’m right here.”
The maester was speaking.
Too calm. Gods, why was he so calm?
“Push, my prince, again-”
Lucerys cried out, his body arching, breath hitching as though it would tear itself from his chest. His head fell back against the pillows, damp curls clinging to his temples, lips parted in a sound that barely seemed human.
Then suddenly, he felt Lucerys go limp.
“Luke?” Addam’s voice sharpened. “Luke, look at me.”
Addam shook him lightly. “Wake up. You cannot. Luke, you cannot do that.”
Slowly, his eyes fluttered open again.
“Addam…?” he murmured weakly, as if he did not quite know where he was.
“I’m here,” Addam said, gripping his hand tighter. “Stay with me.”
Lucerys gave the smallest nod.
Another wave of pain tore through him.
This time, the scream that followed was raw, dragged from somewhere deep, his entire body trembling with the force of it. His nails bit into Addam’s skin again.
“I cannot,” Lucerys gasped, shaking his head weakly. “I cannot do this-”
“Yes, you can,” Addam insisted, though his voice wavered. “You can. You must.”
Lucerys laughed then.
Time lost meaning after that.
Lucerys faded in and out of consciousness, each time slower to return. It scared Addam who held on to his hand tighter.
The maester’s instructions became sharper and more urgent. It was worrying. How Lucerys kept pushing, but the babe didn't budge.
“Stay with me,” Addam kept saying, over and over, like it could tether him there. “Luke, look at me. Do not close your eyes.”
For a moment, Addam thought he would argue. Instead, Lucerys only looked… tired.
“…It’s cold,” he whispered.
Addam’s breath caught. “No,no, you’re not—”
"My lord," the Maester called. "A word please."
Reluctanlantly, Addam stepped back from the side of the bed, where a midwife took his place to fuss over his wife, dabbing at his sweaty forehead with a cloth.
"It's stuck," the man started quietly once Addam stood close enough. "The babe is in the wrong position."
Addam felt his blood run cold. "No."
"If you want to save the babe, I suggest we-"
"If I say yes," Addam said. "Will you be able to justify to to Princess Rhaenyra that you cut her son open?"
The man stayed quiet.
"Find another way," Addam ordered. "Surely there are other options."
The maester hesitated.
Only for a moment, but Addam saw it.
And that was enough.
“There is no other way that guarantees both will live,” the man admitted carefully. "With my suggestion, the babe at least has a chance, my lord."
Addam’s jaw tightened. “Then you will find one.”
“My lord-"
“Find. One.”
The words came out low, sharp, leaving no room for argument.
Behind him, Lucerys cried out again.
Alarmingly, his cry of pain wasn't that loud. It was quite weak.
Addam turned back immediately, crossing the distance in two quick strides. The midwife stepped aside as he returned to Lucerys’ side, his hand finding his again.
“Luke,” Addam said, softer now, almost pleading. “Stay with me please.”
Lucerys’ eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice.
“Addam…” he breathed.
“I’m here,” Addam said quickly. “I love you so much."
His brows creased. "I.."
"I know," Addam said. "Didn't I tell you it didn't matter if you don't feel the same?"
Lucerys tried to nod, but the movement barely registered.
Another contraction tore through him, but this time there was no strength behind it. His body trembled weakly, a broken sound leaving his lips instead of the earlier cries.
“It’s not-” Lucerys swallowed, his voice barely more than a whisper. “The babe is stuck, isn't it?"
“It will,” Addam insisted, though his heart was beginning to pound too fast, too hard. “You just have to keep going.”
Lucerys did not argue this time.
That scared him more than anything.
His hand slipped slightly in Addam’s grasp. Addam tightened his hold immediately.
“No! No, stay with me.”
At the foot of the bed, the maester moved quickly, murmuring instructions. Two midwives pressed their hands against Lucerys’ stomach, attempting to turn the babe, their movements urgent, practiced—but increasingly frantic. Addam watched slightly dumbfounded.
“My prince," the maester said. "You must push again now—”
Lucerys did not respond.
“Luke,” Addam said, sharper now. “Did you hear him?”
There was no answer. For a moment Addam thought he had simply not heard.Then Lucerys’ head lolled slightly to the side. His chest barely moved.
“Luke?”
“Lucerys.” Louder now. “Lucerys, look at me.”
He shook him.
“Do not do this,” Addam said, panic creeping in despite himself. “Do not—”
Lucerys’ eyes fluttered open again.
His gaze found Addam’s face, but it was distant.
“…save our babe,” he whispered. "Please, Addam."
“Stop talking as if you won't survive,” he said immediately. “No, you are not—you will rest after. Just stay awake. Stay with me.”
Lucerys’ lips parted slightly. For a moment, Addam thought he might say something else. Instead, his gaze slipped. And this time, it did not return.
“Luke?”
Nothing. The omega didn't answer.
“No!"
Addam’s grip tightened painfully around his hand. “No, no—Luke, this is not—look at me!”
"My lord, if we don't hurry, the babe won't survive either."
"Shut your mouth," Addam roared.
"My lord," the maester said, sympathy in his eyes. "The babe will die if we don't hurry."
The room blurred around Addam, voices rising, movement rushing, but none of it mattered.
Only the stillness in front of him. The limp hand held in his own.
“Luke!” Addam shouted, the name tearing from his throat, raw and desperate. “Luke, wake up!”
“Addam.”
Something was shaking him.
“Addam, wake up.”
His eyes flew open.
For a moment, the world did not make sense. There was no stench of blood.
No frantic voices and no still, lifeless weight in his arms.
There was just Lucerys. Alive and well. He was hovering over Addam, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other braced against the mattress. His hair fell loose around his face, his expression drawn with confusion.
"You were screaming my name," the omega said softly.
Addam sucked in a sharp breath, his chest heaving as if he had been dragged up from deep water. His vision blurred. Tears streamed down his face as he stared up at Lucerys like he did not quite believe what he was seeing.
“You were-” Addam’s voice cracked. He reached for him immediately, hands trembling as they found Lucerys’ arms, his face, as if he needed to confirm that he was real. “You were gone-"
Lucerys frowned slightly, clearly taken aback.
“I'm here,” he said slowly. “I'm not leaving.”
Addam shook his head, pulling himself up abruptly, his grip tightening as he dragged Lucerys closer without thinking, pressing his forehead against his shoulder.
“Addam-” he started.
“I thought you died,” Addam said hoarsely, the words muffled against his skin. His shoulders trembled despite himself. “There was so much blood—”
He cut himself off, swallowing hard, like even saying it might make it real again.
Lucerys went quiet. Slowly, carefully, he let one hand settle against Addam’s back.
“I am not dying in childbirth,” he said after a moment, though the edge in his voice had softened. “It was only a nightmare.”
Addam's hand slid to Lucerys’ stomach.
"You're not going to lose either of us, Addam," the omega assured him.
Lucerys woke up first. He lay awake as he thought.
The fact that he had still ended up at Driftmark in the end was quite funny. The queen had done her best to prevent it, only for Lucerys to now be destined as the future lady consort of Driftmark.
Honestly Addam hadn't even been his second or even third choice. He had chosen the alpha purely out of practicality. And then they had met for the first time and he saw how his now husband had looked at him.
He was obviously attracted to him, as many alphas were. But there was still something different in Addam's eyes. Lucerys knew then that marriage to him would be very comfortable.
And then Addam had admitted to him that he had wanted him for years.
Yes, Lucerys was certain the alpha would satisfy him very well in their marriage.
But then Addam somehow found out about Lucerys's past exploits, thanks to his ever spiteful uncle.
Lucerys was not one for kinslaying, but did Aemond make it tempting!
Luckily, Lucerys had managed to soothe the wounded alpha. He had even gone so far as to lie, claiming he was still a maiden. Even though he had ridden his fair share of cocks.
Addam had been so hellbent on not sleeping with Lucerys that the omega had been surprised when the alpha had entered his quarters the morning of their wedding.
Addam stirred, murmuring something soft that sounded very close to Lucerys's name. Still asleep, the alpha scouted closer towards the omega and buried his face in Lucerys’s neck.
A growl rumbled low in his chest as he opened his mouth, letting his fangs graze the sensitive patch of skin. Then, he bit down. Drawing out a high-pitched noise from the omega in his arms.
"Addam," Lucerys huffed, pushing at him weakly. "You can't just bite me!"
"Good morning," the alpha mumbled, one hand sliding down to press against Lucerys's stomach.
The omega has suspected his pregnancy a bit before he had went to the maester. With as vain that Lucerys was, of course he noticed when his stomach wasn't as flat anymore. He had waited a bit before going to the maester. It truly had not taken long for Lucerys to be with child. To the omega’s mild surprise—and not at all to his displeasure—he had found himself thoroughly bedded on a daily basis since their wedding day.
Addam, it seemed, had abandoned all restraint once the vows had been spoken.
He had been worried for nothing. Pregnancy did not stop Addam from bedding him. The maester’s suggestions to take it easy the more Lucerys's stomach grew went ignored.
Thankfully, Addam didn't believe the old wife's tale about pregnant omegas not being able to be bedded. When the wasn't being whisked away by grandsire for heir duties, he spend a good amount of his time bedding Lucerys.
Alyn had already joked that if he only relied on scent, he wouldn't be able to tell the two of them apart.
"You reek of my brother everytime I see you, Luke."
He was still not in love with his husband. They hadn't been married long enough for that. Not even a year. So cue the awkward silences whenever Addam told him he loved him in the heat of the moment.
Ugh.
Lucerys nearly scoffed at the thought.
Couldn't his husband make it less awkward for the both of them if he just kept it to himself while the omega rode his cock?
The alpha started groping at his chest, clearly intent on continuing where he had left off last night when a knock at the door cut through the moment. Addam stilled, irritation flickering across his face.
“My lord,” came the voice from the other side. “Lord Corlys requests your presence in his solar.”
Addam exhaled sharply, clearly displeased. Lucerys, however, only smirked faintly.
"Tell him that I will be there soon," Addam called back before looking back at Lucerys.
“If you fucke me now,” the omega drawled, voice laced with amusement, “you will be late.”
That earned him a look.
"I won't take long," he said.
Lucerys rolled his eyes. "If I let you, you won't be satisfied with one round."
Before Addam could protest, Lucerys pushed at his chest until the alpha lay flat on his back.
"So let me take the lead for once."
Addam reclined fully against the pillows, legs spread wide, the muscled thighs parting to cradle Lucerys between them. The omega slid down his husband's body on trembling limbs.
He positioned himself on his knees between Addam's legs, the alpha's enormous cock rising before.
Lucerys's eyes widened at the sight, a mix of awe and lingering heat flushing his cheeks. He really was lucky.
The omega leaned in, hands wrapping around the base-or trying to, his fingers barely meeting around the girth-as he parted his lips and dragged his tongue flat along the underside, from balls to tip, savoring the taste. Addam groaned, one hand tangling in Lucerys's curls to guide him gently, the other fisting the sheets.
The omega opened wide, cheeks hollowing as he sucked the head into his mouth, lips stretching taut around the invading thickness. Saliva immediately overflowed, spilling from the corners of his mouth in messy rivulets that dripped onto Addam's heavy sack below. Lucerys bobbed shallowly at first, tongue swirling sloppily over the slit to lap up the precome, his breaths coming in wet snorts through his nose. He pushed further, jaw aching as he took more, the cockhead bumping the back of his throat, choking him lightly but not deterring his eager rhythm.
"Gods." Addam's hips twitched upward, feeding another inch past those plush lips. Lucerys choked softly, eyes watering as drool cascaded freely now, soaking the shaft.
He hollowed his cheeks harder, slurping noisily, the obscene sounds echoing in the chamber. His hands pumped what his mouth couldn't reach while his tongue pressed flat against the throbbing vein, tracing it up and down in messy laps.
Addam's free hand cupped the back of Lucerys's head, not forcing but encouraging, fingers threading through the damp curls as the omega dove deeper, throat relaxing to swallow half the massive cock.
Tears streamed down Lucerys's face, mixing with the saliva that bubbled at his lips. He coughed wetly, spit flying in fine mist, but plunged forward again, humming around the girth to send vibrations racing through Addam's core.
The alpha's balls tightened, drawing up as pleasure coiled low in his gut, his muscular chest heaving with grunts. Lucerys redoubled his efforts, one hand slipping lower to fondle those heavy balls, rolling them gently while his mouth moved faster, lips smeared shiny and red from the friction. Drool poured in earnest, drenching Addam's groin. The omega's cunt clenched emptily, fresh slick trickling down his thighs from the thrill of servicing his husband so thoroughly, his body aching for more even as he focused on the task.
Addam moaned, thumb brushing away a tear from Lucerys's cheek before gripping his hair firmer, guiding him. Lucerys moaned around the fullness, the vibration drawing a hiss from Addam, his throat bulging visibly with the effort to take more. Spit frothed at the base, Lucerys's nose brushing the coarse hair there on a particularly deep thrust, gagging but holding, eyes fluttering shut in blissed-out submission.
Addam's control frayed, hips bucking shallowly to fuck into that hot, wet mouth, the alpha's growls turning to snarls as release neared. Lucerys sucked harder, tongue flicking relentlessly, hands stroking in tandem until Addam's body tensed, cock swelling impossibly thicker. With a guttural groan, he suddenly yanked Lucerys off by the hair, pulling the omega's mouth free with a slick pop, strings of saliva stretching and snapping between lips and shaft.
"Open your mouth, Luke," Addam ordered, his free hand wrapping around his own throbbing cock, veins bulging under dark skin.
Lucerys obeyed instantly, eagerly parting his swollen lips, tongue lolling out flat and pink, eyes locked on Addam's with desperate hunger, drool already pooling on the extended muscle. Addam gripped his base firmly and slapped the heavy tip against that waiting tongue-once, twice, thrice, the wet smacks echoing sharply—then again and again as the first hot spurt erupted, painting Lucerys's tongue white with thick cum.
The alpha roared, body arching as he pumped his fist along the length, directing each pulse to lash across the omega's open mouth: ropes splattering the tongue, filling his mouth, some dripping down Lucerys's chin while he held still, moaning softly, accepting every drop without flinching. Addam slapped the cockhead once more against the slick surface between bursts, smearing the seed, the repeated thuds mixing with his grunts until the last weak twitch subsided, leaving Lucerys's mouth a messy canvas of spend.
Lucerys licked his lips clean, swallowing, before crawling up to collapse against Addam's chest, who immediately wrapped his arms around him.
"I'm the luckiest man in the realm," Addam said, breathless. "No one can say you're theirs."
Lucerys snorted.
"Hurry up and go to Grandsire already."
A very reluctant Addam ended up leaving. Not long after he left, servants entered to draw Lucerys a bath.
"Ah, that feels good," Lucerys said, as he sank into the bath, reclining against the edge of the tub. The bath tub was filled with water that would be a tad too hot for anyone who wasn't a Targaryen.
His hand drifted, almost absentmindedly, to rest against his stomach.
The reason Addam had a nightmare.
Lucerys sighed softly, tilting his head back.
He looked forward to the rest of the day. King's Landing wasn't that far from Driftmark, meaning that Daeron and Rhaena would arrive soon.
Another perk of marrying an alpha whose ancestral seat was so close from home.
He couldn't wait to see Rhaena and Daeron. If he hadn't wedded an alpha who had... made his devotion so painfully clear.. he might have managed to convince both of them to continue their sexual arrangement.
Pregnancy had only made his appetite worse. He didn't know how he would survive once Addam would inevitably go on sailing voyage with grandsire.
It was annoying how neither would allow him to come.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Alas, he had already promised Addam he wouldn't stray, so long that the alpha didn't cheat.
And Daeron had already broken off their arrangement once he grew increasingly more uncomfortable with how easily he was able to be brought to pleasure by other omegas.
There was also Joffrey, Lucerys supposed, the thought coming almost as an afterthought. It would be rather disrespectful to start taking his younger brother's betrothed to bed.
Lucerys didn't particulary want to leave his appartments now. Couldn't he just stay here? Being surrounded by Velaryons who watched him with thinly veiled curiosity, as though still trying to decide what to make of him. It was a bit irritating.
The disinherited heir who was turned into a future consort.