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Aemond has always followed whatever his mother wanted.
But he couldn't resist the ripe and sweet omega meant for him, so he'd snatch Luke up and landed them in this situation. The omega had been wary of him, as expected, but that only made Aemond preen, he was glad that the omega had some self-preservation, but the boy eventually warmed up to Aemond's touches. Mostly because he was still rather naive about the scope of Aemond's passion for him. He had seen their little meet-ups as games. Those silly ones that maidens played when they kissed each other for fun, except Aemond had intended to do more than that.
And he had.
It's why they're in the godswood again, not the best place to commit their debauchery but Aemond had truly only ever shared kisses with the omega here. Their first fucking had happened somewhere more private but less sacred.
"I- please don't be mad," Luke blurts out and Aemond only has that to prepare for the confession, "I'm with child."
"You didn't drink moontea?" He asks calmly, which hides how utterly elated he is by that.
Luke shakes his head. "I forgot that I could get pregnant," the omega admits bashfully.
Aemond wordlessly stares for a long moment.
"I was living as a beta for most of my life," his nephew says defensively as he balls up his hands. True, but it's still a massive oversight, not that Aemond is complaining about that however. The boy's very first heat had started when he came into contact with Aemond.
And Aemond had been certain ever since then that Luke was meant to be his despite what anyone said.
Since the omega took his eye then he was going to take the omega's life- but that didn't mean he had to kill him. Luke would be tied to Aemond forever is all. A fair exchange in his opinion.
"So you're pregnant with my baby," he states what could only be the truth. The omega had come to him after all.
Luke couldn't have been with anyone else, either; Aemond would have sniffed them out and gotten rid of them for good. He may have shipped some of Luke's suitors to set sail across the sea with the empty but compelling promises of better opportunities in their lives though they'll never be able to set foot on shore, or made sure there were many accidents in which many had terrible falls and ended up with broken necks. It has definitely been traced back to him, but the people who know are too scared to do anything about it. Fortunately none of them had been significant nobles, but that had aggravated him even more.
Who did they think they were trying to court Luke when they weren't even the heir of a Great House?
But that lessened the competition so Aemond didn't have to kill more than necessary. And it'd just cause a political outcry eventually. He wasn't trying to incite a war or anything. He just wanted people to leave his omega alone.
"Uncle," Luke is still dutiful in calling him that and it's sweet really that he's so polite. "I hope you know that this means you're going to sire a bastard."
Ah.
Luke is also really spiteful when he wants to be. He hides it under childish antics but there's that vengeful spark in him too. Rare moments. But Aemond has been at the receiving end of all those rare moments.
"Don't call our strong baby a bastard," he chides gently.
"I hate you," Luke says with a hiss, and he has a conflicted expression, frustration but also something resembling mirth twisting his pretty features. "I hate you so much. Why would you say that?" His voice is filled with laughter but his face is dark and stormy.
"Dear heart of mine," Aemond says smoothly to regain his favor, sometimes he can't help it. There's a temptation to sneak that in somewhere but he's been trying to be careful because Luke gets upset. He grabs the omega's calloused but smaller hands and intertwine their fingers. "I want our baby to grow up strong, as fierce and lovey as you and as...hm, perhaps it's best if the baby only took after you."
"Oh, what if it has brown hair and brown eyes?" Luke presses with only a slight tease because his gaze is sharp. It's all that the court has mocked his half sister's children for before she married Daemon. Aemond has a strange uncomfortable feeling in his gut.
He'd been part of that ridicule too, even toasting about it at the feast but he really can't stand the thought of anyone commenting on their baby in such a manner. Just the thought of it has him seething, he has to wonder how much restraint Rhaenyra has that she hadn't retaliated before their father made it a law. Aemond would gut anyone for the offense.
"Brown hair. Brown eyes," Aemond says softly as he caresses Luke's cheeks, "they're going to be beautiful, and I will adore them ever more."
"You're different uncle," Luke eventually says, sounding uncertain but he's eased up. Aemond hums curiously because Luke just stares with brewing eyes, then the omega exhales. "I didn't think you'd ever be sweet to me; I expected you to hate me. I never even apologized..."
They haven't even gotten around to having proper conversations yet, because they've been too busy kissing.
What does it say about Aemond though when all it took for him to let go of that resentment was to catch a glimpse of Luke for the first time in years? The boy had grown to be pretty in that soft omega way, but still sturdy and resilient. He'd fight back when pushed; defiant and protective of his family. But he was still the more delicate Velaryon brother. It prodded at Aemond's instincts. He hadn't been sure if he'd wanted to attack or sink his teeth in for blood so they'd be bonded in their traditional way.
A drop of blood spilled and then they're wedded.
"Luke," he says when a realization hits him and he wonders briefly if it's Targaryen madness but he says in rumbling delight, "I think we've been married ever since you took my eye out with that dagger."
It's Luke's turn to stare at him blankly. Aemond resolutely stares back and because it's so easy to get lost in those warm brown eyes.
Then the omega laughs, it sounds like he's crying too as he rests his forehead on Aemond's chest then his hands clench the front of his tunic.
"I'm scared," Luke says quietly after catching his breath. A young unwedded but pregnant omega- there was a lot to fear.
"You have me," he tells the the omega because he isn't going to leave him to fend for himself. "I'll get permission to wed you properly."
Luke slowly peeks up at him, his eyes glistening. "Why would you do that?" He asks.
"Why would I not?" Aemond retorts. A little offended.
"I'm not stupid," Luke bites out suddenly, his eyes blazing, but he stays attached to Aemond despite his pheromones leaking out to give away his distress. Aemond wraps his arms around the smaller boy to hold tightly so he wouldn't be able to leave anyway. "I'm waiting for the moment you play me for a fool. The revenge scheme of messing with my heart and body then tossing me aside heartlessly to abandon me to my fate. I have heard this tale before in songs and you pretend so well."
Aemond almost laughs but from striking disbelief. He manages to smile a little but there's only a sense of incredulity and a nestling of fondness settling in his chest at this rather ridiculous accusation. But has Luke believed in this the entire time? And still he let Aemond get close?
The boy was plainly asking to get ruined by him.
"You'll find that I don't have the patience for that," he says quietly.
"You just don't want to sire a bastard," Luke argues stubbornly with a set to his jaw.
Aemond chuckles, more amused than he should be, then leans down to press his lips on that inviting mouth that had been pursed up in displeasure, the boy stills for a brief moment before kissing back sweetly. His omega's body relaxes as his pheromones become lighter.
He decides he can only prove to Luke what his true intentions are by showing him.