#lucemond angst

[avonne-writes]

Hope

Short lucemond drabble

TW: implied death

Luke survives Shipbreaker Bay. He’s washed ashore soaked and unconscious, and Aemond finds him like that on a rocky beach. Flooded with relief, he checks Luke for wounds, then picks him up gently and flies back to King’s Landing with him in his arms, trying to keep him warm despite the still raging storm.

When they arrive, their whole family descends on them. Aegon congratulates him, Otto schemes to use their little prisoner to their advantage, Alicent frets, unhappy with Aemond and worried about the consequences. Suddenly, Helaena rushes into the room and her face contorts in devastation when she sees Luke there, laid down on a bed and examined by a maester. She starts crying, mumbling about hope being the cruelest death. Aemond and Alicent both try to comfort her, but it's futile.

When Luke wakes up, he’s scared and angry. He’s tortured by shivers and coughs, but the fire in his eyes is as scorching as ever. Aemond visits him in his confinement as often as he can just to tease him and keep an eye on him while Otto tries to negotiate with Rhaenyra.

At first, Aemond starts feeling proud of himself for securing Baratheon and a bargaining chip in one go.

But the cough doesn’t get better.

Lucerys has a strong build and healthy organs, but it was cold and windy that night in the storm, and the sea was as welcoming as liquid ice. He’s suffering from a sickness that doesn't go away.

Aemond throws in a few jabs about it in the beginning, sitting in a chair by Luke’s bed as the maester rubs balms on Luke's rattling chest, but the quieter Luke’s retorts get, the deeper Aemond's concern spreads. When Luke stops getting out of bed, he forces him, thinking it can only be a fluke, or that not moving will only make Luke weaker. Luke’s fatigue is so heavy that he doesn’t even say anything to the accusations.

The next day, Luke comes down with a fever. Aemond is beside himself with dread and worry - something in his chest begins to tighten, almost like a shadow of his panic from that day in the bay. But it's a shadow that only grows, looming behind him ever darker as his sun's light weakens.

Luke sleeps through most of his days now, and even when he’s awake, his eyes are hazy, delirious. They slide off Aemond's face as if they don't recognize him.

The maesters try everything they can. None of their medicines work, the leeches only make Luke cry, and the cold cloth on Luke's forehead is lukewarm within minutes from the burning heat of his body. It's as though while barely escaping Vhagar's jaw, a lick of dragonfire caught him and began eating him from the inside out.

Helaena cries and mutters riddles about hope.

Aemond hopes. He wakes with it every morning, his heart pounding and trashing in an ever tightening cage as he walks the halls to Luke's room. Today, he’s going to glare at me and call me dragonkiller. But his hope is crushed every day as his gaze lands on Luke's sunken cheeks and pallid skin. He dies every day. It's just like those few minutes above Shipbreaker Bay when he thought Luke was gone.

Over and over again, he hopes and despairs in endless circles. But he feels his doom impending like winter in the North.

When Luke stops eating, he sits by his bedside and spoonfeeds him, opening Luke’s mouth for him between coughs like a puppeteer moves his doll. He whispers kind things to Luke, he apologizes, he begs for forgiveness, prays for recovery, but the weak spark of his hope dwindles.

When the maesters tell him there's nothing more left but that hope, tears spring to Aemond's eye sockets. He understands it now. There's nothing crueler than a slow death. Nothing more painful than watching the consequences of your recklessness progress day by day towards an inevitable end. A litany of if only-s looping in your mind in the rhythm of those whistling, struggling breaths.

"Please, don't." Aemond whispers with his forehead pressed to Luke's motionless shoulder. His regret tastes like bile.

"Mum..." Luke whispers, tear tracks trickling from his closed eyes.

At that moment, Aemond knows the venomous truth that has been dripping into his veins drop by drop.

Kinslayer, his shadow hisses as it opens its mouth to swallow him like a dragon broken loose. And still, he clings to the most painful of hopes.

#lucemond #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #lucemond angst #my writing

[roxineedstosleep]

Make me blind, but at least not kill me with your back.

This is for my adorable and loveable @iucemond!

I hope you enjoy this honey!

"We knew the resentment was strong.... but to have a mistress in his room when his betrothed is on the other side? Even Lannister whores have more shame and stay in candlelight as their only way to be seen by others."

Alicent could hear that from one of the maids, apparently she had been charged with cleaning the room of her second son, Aemond, in the morning. Over the years, she herself had given up trying to buy and control what the palace servants and retainers said.

With Aegon she tried to make amends and keep things quiet, but that only made all the rumours get  bigger abd bigger until they runned over her husband faster; he could only look her in the eye in utter disappointment and get all the servants concerned dismissed with large compensations. New ones were hired, of course, but they were no longer in charge of her or the chief servants. They were in charge of her husband, who spent a few hours a day with all of them to find out the situation. It was clear that the servants, new as they were, were still loyal to Viserys; a failure on his list.

Failure with Aegon, Haelena had gone "delicate", Daeron was no longer in his care... the only thing left on her list of victories was her son Aemond.

But clearly no more. Not after this.

Even if she tried, that words of clearly betrayal would travel to her husbands ears at the end of the day.

She knew her son was unhappy about his future marriage to Lucerys, she herself (even drawing out all the hatred and resentment in her heart) noted that both boys were uncomfortable about the prospect of having to marry. So when her husband argued that it would be the perfect way to unite their family... she asked for reconsideration.

"The scar has healed, husband," she begged, "but your hearts have not healed," she pleaded on her knees in front of the court. Don't let them bleed to death, please."

But they were pleas to deaf ears. Even Rhaenyra, her old friend, asked for reconsideration and then a rejection of her father's proposal... but it was all deaf ears for the King.

And so, before the entire kingdom and adjacent kingdoms, his son's marriage to his grandson was made official.

Lucerys, the boy she once hated more than anyone else in the world, cried his eyes dry, cried as his robes turned from red and black or blue to a greenish-black hue.

All the noble and the ladys of all around the globe could notice the clear and unfair desition that the king had made... even the Stark tried to put one of his sons to oppose the proposal; Cregan? is she might no been forgetfull, shout and cry, infront of everyone, about how Lucerys and him had been bethroted since the tenth springs of the Velarion boy’s existence. Aegon (Aegon! from all of the people) proclame in a sober tone that was a mistake.

Even Aemond try to scape, but couldn’t.

But her husband, her stupid and blind husband wouldn’t see it.

After that Lucerys moved to Kingslangind to be close to his future husband. But since the first day he was miserable.

He locked himself in his chambers and refused to even look at his grandfather... who seemed to die a little more in the face of his grandson's clear depression. But wouldn't he react like that? Lucerys had tried everything to at least befriend his son, but to no avail.

Moons and a few year passed of attempts, but even her son remained fervent in his refusal. He was not explicit in his rejection of the whole proposal, and began to associate more with Ser Cole, who took him (to everyone's surprise) to tourney after tourney in order to postpone the wedding as long as possible.

And she couldn't help, with that loneliness that distressed her, to get fond of the poor, sweet child. (Sweet son, sweet child, now she understands why her old friend called her middle child that; he was a sweetness).

She and her daughter, Haelena, tell him all the positive anecdotes of their Aemond, in order to soothe some of their sorrows for the poor child. They tell him how brave he is, how determined, how strong, how clever, how careful Aemond is; how good he is to his nephews, how kind he is to the servants, how devoted he is to old Vhagar, how careful he is to her and his sister.

They tell him lovely anecdotes, to show Lucerys that, when Aemond returns and agrees to try a friendship with him, their future together may be peaceful. That not everything will be black or painful.

The one thing she is grateful to the Seven for is that Lucerys will not be forced to have offspring with Aemond, no. Things would be worse then. She herself admits that it hurt her to love her children, she had to learn to love and care for them... she sees Lucerys, and the more she gets to know him the more she realises that he and his son could not cope with the weight of a baby and its upbringing.

Where would they get a baby for them anyway, both being men? The only blessed thing about their engagement and future marriage. A baby, let alone a baby that didn't belong to either of them, would be a curse.

It would end up embittering Aemond, and it wouldn't be long before it would tear his grandson apart.

And, to lla's calm during the first few months, Lucerys began to calm and soothe with his union with Aemond.

The more anecdotes she and her daughter told, the more Lucerys seemed to come out of his depressed state and returned to being the sweet, cheerful child who would not hesitate to ask Aegon for a game of chess or ride with Arrax through the skies until lunchtime.

Aemond, the little time he spent in the palace, was haunted by the boy, who did not hesitate to ask him about his adventures, celebrate his victories and encourage him in his defeats. Of course, his son would not yell at Lucerys for shouting barbarities when he lost... but even a servant with impaired eyes would notice the displeasure of his son's eye nate his betrothed.

Aemond would speak to his betrothed in short, dry words and in the event of a normal conversation, it would be only if it was about improving Vhagar's care or Lucerys' wooden swords. Lucerys would perk up a bit when the young man looked her way...but no more than that.

Not soothing or kind words. Not approach during dinners or light conversation...nothing.

Viserys seemed to notice nothing...or was simply blind to the very misfortune he himself had created.

And now as she enters her second son's room, and sees an older woman naked on those sheets... she feels her daughter's words of dancing dragons begin to draw clearly in her memory.

She can't even say anything or throw that woman out of her son's room by the head, because Lucerys (now also her sweet boy) comes animatedly into the room and sees the mess of sheets and fluids that Aemond and the other woman have made the night before.

(She would later learn that it was the same maid from before who tried to stop Lucerys from going to Aemond's room, but the boy would have outrun her when he learned that his uncle was back in the palace).

To say that things regressed and got worse was an understatement.

Viserys nearly set the whole place on fire when he learned of his second son's gall...and nearly burned the mistress when she, within the gall she had, tried to justify Aemond from breaking his oath. Alys, as she would learn during the confrotation that her name was, to everyone's irony, She was also a bastard from the house of Lucerys' biological father.

Lucerys, only asked one thing, the boy's voice was small, tiny in comparison to the cries of her husband within the entire noble court room.

"Why?"

"THE union was nonsense" was Alys's impudence, the one who spoke, her foolish son seemed comfortable letting his lover speak, as if he had no fear that the whole court was about to fall into chaos because of his idiocy "You can't even give offspring to the prince; not like me that I am already waiting for the-"

Alicent doesn't know how or at what moment, but his body moved on its own.

She doesn't know if it was the rage, if it was the sadness she felt for herself for another failure added to her list of failures, if it was the presence of the woman's lack of sitting and the audacity to show the world the rotten seed she was carrying, or if it was the newly acquired affection for Lucerys that made her body move.

She really doesn't know.

But it had to be her husband, her sick and weak husband, who pulled her out of the slut's lap. Who had to stop her, again, from pulling the knife from the belt of the king's robe, to plunge it into the bastard's neck. It was Aegon, who for the first time was sober enough (he does not know if by the fright of his father's screams or by the surprise of his younger brother's actions) who had to restrain Lucerys who fell shattered on the floor without being able to wake up.

After that, and having to sedate her and her grandson with poppy milk. That everything fell into a tailspin of was destroyed.

In short, neither Lucerys nor she was the same after that day.

And for that very reason, Viserys himself decided to give in to blindness again... but this time for her act.

She herself noticed how Lucerys lost her joy and the desire to live.

She herself demanded the maids to take all the rejected letters that Lucerys wrote to her family trying to defend his betrothed. Oh, the poor child, even in her agonizing grief, at the clear stain he had lived through her future husband's infidelity.

Her grandson was trying with all the little strength and dignity he had left to fight for his fool of a son.

Son who, to her pain, to the pain of the boy and of all the witnesses, strolled quietly with his mistress through the corridors of the palace. Even Aegon, in his worst moments, had never had the audacity to walk any of his whores through the corridors of the palace.

So, with her newfound freedom, and with the secret support of her old friend, she began her plans.

She could not escape a loveless marriage... but he could.

The only thing that she can even be proud of on all this hell situation was that, Aemodn posponed evrything. Lucerys still having a chance to scape.

And she, as a “Forgive me” gift for Lucerys and her Nyra, would make it happend.

As the woman's belly grew, Alicent took care of many things.

She appointed the best maids to Lucerys' care, she sent the two best soldiers to the care of her son's betrothed (even when Viserys tried to cut off the betrothal the boy had refused thinking that everything could still change), only the best of the best.

Sure, her son would still have the servants at his disposal...but that didn't ensure that his things would move slightly and things wouldn't be complete in time. That she did punish him, slightly, when she found out. It seemed that even the servants had been enraged at the shameless act of their once best prince. it only happened on a couple of occasions, so it couldn't be corrected properly, it stopped after the first scolding.

But, the best part (the only one that made his heart feel alive again and sweetened when he noticed the sweet boy's smile), was when the “secrets” letters began to arrived. Or at least when she noticed them after a quite time.

Aemond already have a mistress, and sadly, a future baby onboard. Why could Lucerys find his own special someone to be able to be free with?

She had ensured herself, with a bit of Aegon's surprisingly great ideas, to bring a promising knight onto the palace grounds. Probably, in terms of her son and her daughter, having a new friend would make the boy recover a little bit of his smile and not be depressed... That al least could work until she can think a way to make Lucerys happy again.

He was a truly promising young man. He was strong and had good references from all his coaches and colleagues who were preparing to be knights of the royal guard.

Faithful, devoted, sweet, and charitable…everything good she ever believed Aemond to be. A little older, a few years older than her son Aegon, but with such curiosity that more than an adult he seemed like a child playing with swords and with dreams of being a real knight. Elric, without a surname as he is a commoner (chosen by Ser Cole himself, this being one of her new students).

So much joy packed, Lucerys could really benefit from that young man. So she put them together. She herself arranged for the young prince Velaryon to be trained in the sword by Elric.

And so it was, they spent days and entire afternoons training, first in silence, then with animated words and euphoric shouts. A couple of months passed, when she noticed during a visit to Lucerys' chambers, that the young man had some letters hidden there.

The handwriting was clearly a little crooked, as if the writer wasn't used to having a quill or charcoal in her hands, but the few things she could read were sweet and cheerful. And, something inside her, she couldn't help but feel pain and longing.

"I wish I could see those sunsets. You always say that lemon cakes are delicious... I can ask one of the cooks to give us some. We would take them up the hill and train there."

That paragraph reminded him of the best days of hers with Rhaenyra, it reminded him of the best of times... Was Elric learning to write from his grandson? That close were they getting?

So, she simply pretended not to notice the letters, or Lucerys' flushed faces when he returned from training or suspicious escapades with Elric.

She pretended not to notice how Elric would become more and more attached to Lucerys' escort, or how both young men would tell inside jokes and stay talking for hours after each training session. Or like Elric's handwriting, in the letters that were badly hidden, they began to straighten out and become a little more daring.

And when there were only a couple of moons left for Aemond's baby and that woman to be born, it was Aegon who spoke to him, one afternoon when he remained sober and they both watched the training of the knights inside the castle courtyard.

"You know, when I was young Ser Cole would go on and on about beautiful farmlands to the west of our capital" his son commented, sipping the tea she had ordered for both of them "He said those lands were so fertile that all kinds of plants and fruits would grow regardless of the situation of the entire kingdom or the climate the Seven decided to put on us."

"What are you getting at with this?" she asked him, noticing how Aegon was about to eat the cupcakes she had reserved on her own plate.

"Well, they are lands so fertile that they need young knights and protectors for those lands," he said, staring at her, but glancing back at Elric, who was shredding his second or third doll of hay. "I'm concerned for the safety of those hard-working people, mother. And it seems that Lucerys has returned to being that cheerful child of always... I think he doesn't need as much support as before; they will be fine on their own, we can handle the situation from here."

The proposal was clear. Elric's services were no longer needed... But that did not mean that everything had to end in such a sad way. Even more so when she could see her son, that she passed in front of Elric, going in the direction of her lover who was with her belly quite extended.

"There are dragons that dance better with beautiful lambs, they run through the rivers and forests in search of flax and hot stones" mentioned Haelena, her precious daughter "Dragons no longer dance together, that's why jewels don't rot."

So she allowed it.

She called Elric that same night to her chambers, and gave him a mission to go to that faraway valley to take care of those hardworking people. It was a permanent mission.

The young man left her room, with an upset face... and she only stopped to pray and pray that the insinuations of her eldest son and the new words of her daughter were true.

Then, when the scream of the maids the next morning, screams coming from Lucerys' room, reached her ears. Screams of the disappearance of the young prince... she could only cry in joy.

Elric hadn't been found either, but no one could say much about the promising knight, since he had departed after his assigned mission.

After a few months, after her old friend arrived enraged in Kingslanding with her husband and all her worried offspring (who later returned calm and calm after a talk with her and everyone who took care of Lucerys)... she got a message. .

The paper was clearly poor, easily wrinkled, stained and quite brittle compared to the good parchment used in the capital. The handwriting, still clumsy but careful, was written in a dark charcoal and left several smudges.

Elric had written to him.

He wrote to her about the progress of the mission, about the care he gave to that town, about how he took care of each one of the inhabitants with courage and always talking about her goodness towards her people. But, everything the young gentleman described was in the plural... and that ended up calming his heart.

At the end of the letter, with a much finer and more delicate handwriting, he could see how someone left him another message.

"Thank you".

And that soothed his heart and he crossed off all her mistakes from his list of failures. They were so calm and serene that she did not blink an eye the next day, when one of the maesters told her that the baby of her son's lover had been born dead. 

The only burial allowed by her, the court and her husband for the deceased born was an unmarked grave. Aemond protested, but even her husband fell for it, claiming that the disappearance of her fiancée had more importance than the death of a bastard with no shared blood in her veins. After that, Alys was banished and Aemond was forced into an endless search for her missing fiancée. Fiancée that neverwas to be found after a all year of exhausting search.

Or when Viserys told her that she was sending secret guards to the same area that Elric had gone to fulfill her mission, when he noticed that the fruit was from there, or when no one wondered why the Targaryen heiress never calcined the palace after the disappearance of her son. dear of her.

Or when after a years, another letter arrived, inside an oranges box, but this time with the carbon footprint of a tiny baby's foot all over it. Signed by Elric, wishing for the queen’s blessing t he baby and his future.

The only thing that the people knew, like all the servants of the palace, was that she calmed her son Aemond down after the death of his eldest son letting him know where the grave of his bastard was, that she bought more fruits from the valleys far from the capital and that she always kept hidden in them a chest of threadbare papers that occasionally arrived with orders for fruit.

If after a decade, when Rhaenyra took the throne, and the whole kingdom entered into peace, a little boy with curly brown hair and purple eyes came to the palace, asking to be trained to be a knight... she said nothing. He didn't refuse anything.

The other servants only watched as she, along with the new queen, pampered the child, filling him with lemon cakes and giving him the best swords and trainers anyone could have ever asked for. If her son Aemond refused to be in the presence of the little one, she would not reproach him.

The End.

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[darushi-chan]

¿𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻, 𝒾𝒻 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔? It can either numb you... Or haunt you to death.

#lucemond #jaceluke #hotd2season #houseofthedragon #that still with Jace and Nyra #AND LUKES CLOTHES #IN HIS FUNERAL #ME QUEMAAAAA ME LASTIMAAAAA #I was possesed by angst while doing this #Now im going back to crying an ocean

[artbyneki]

I couldn’t care what invention you made me ‘cause I… I was meant to be yours 🍃

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[minteaspoon]

Burning Justice

sad lucerys :(

Summary: The Greens win, and Luke is to be executed. He is allowed one final word before his death - and his last breath was used to bring a command that’ll plunge the entirety of Westeros into an age of eternal suffering. For once, higher beings answered a call from the mortal realm - for the first time in eons.

After all, the Gods punish those who’s crimes were never brought to Justice.

a/n: this was based off of the movie “The Prince of Egypt”, and the song “The Plagues” :)

•._•._•._•

“You’ve won, uncle”

The brunette stands in front of a window, staring out of his prison as his captor stands behind him. His captor had come with news - his family had all been slain by the hands of Greem vipers, and his captor came into his cell with a smile in anticipation of his prisoner’s reaction.

“You’ve won, my debt is paid - regrettably by the blood of mine own. Are you happy, Your Grace?” This time, the boy had turned to face his tormentor in his musings. He still had a triumphant smirk on his face.

How funny, the prisoner thought, he finds the act of kinslaying a joy.

The prisoner, Lucerys, sighed at his captor’s mocking silence, and turns his gaze back to the outside world. “Are you satisfied now, uncle? I’ve taken your eye, something I can never give to you back - and in return, you e taken my family, something you can never give to me back. Are you satisfied now, uncle?”

“Of course not, boy, for the suffering you and your kin made the people of Westeros go through, and for your bastard blood, you will be tried in front of the court - you’ll be punished for your crimes in five days’ time.”

At this, Luke grimaces - something he notes made his captor chuckle silently behind him - as his hands clutch the frame of the window tightly. A farce trial to entertain the masses, I’ll probably be publicly humiliated and executed then…Truly, this world knows no mercy.

._._._._._.

Unfortunately, Luke was right.

After five days, he was brought in front of the court, in front of the Usurper King and his kin, in front of his captor and legitimized bastard wife, in front of the other Houses and their Lords and Ladies. In front of the vipers, he was sentenced to a walk of shame, and was sent to be executed via beheading in which his corpse will be left to rot, and will be given no proper burial - fitting for a bastard, the court says.

Stripped of his clothing, his ranking, and his dignity, the boy of only five and ten was forced to endure immense humiliation in front of the cruel masses. Sticks, stones, and gore were thrown at his bare body, as he was walked to the plank in the center of Kings Landing.

Once there, he was forced to kneel, head down with his arms crossed behind his back.

Cheers were quieted down by the raising of the Hand’s hand, and Luke tuned out whatever speech he had given to the people. His crime of being born out of love, and for the crimes the Greens had created to justify the rightful Queen’s usurpation and death…What a joke.

Finally, the Hand redirects his attention to the boy awaiting his death. “Do you, Lucerys Waters, bastard son of the traitorous whore, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, have any last words before the executioner swings his blade?”

Luke was silent, thinking, before he lets out one final rasp from his dried lips,

“Dracarys”

And then the blade swung down.

._._._._._.

Screams could be heard from down below when the bastard boy’s head fell.

At first, people believed it was due to a sensitive woman afraid of blood and gore, but it was obvious that it wasn’t the case.

The bastard boy’s final command came to fruition, and all those touched by his blood erupted into flames from his order - Dracarys.

Sending panic all around, the people of Westeros clamored to get away, but it was all for naught.

The skies darkened, and the sun obscured.

At first, the droplets let down were calm and far in-between, but it wasn’t long until it all went wrong. Blood rained down from the Heavens, and all those who couldn’t find shelter in time, were burned alive. The Royal Family and the nobility were safe in the Red Keep, alongside those who found shelter on time, and they watched as the corpse of the bastard boy was caressed gently by the scarlet drops, and is drowned in its entirety.

For five days it rained blood. And for five days, the people of Westeros believed the Gods were angry.

The Gods were angry at a bastard’s death.

The Gods were angry at a prince’s death.

The Gods were angry at a sea-dragon’s death.

And this brought about panic in the hearts of men. If Lucerys Velaryon’s death and blood, the last of Rhaenyra Targaryen’s line, brought this upon them, then what would happen in retribution for the deaths of Rhaenyra Targaryen herself, and her kin?

The people didn’t have to wait for long to find out.

Five days after the Blood Rain, it rained hellfire. Flaming rocks came hurling down onto Westeros, plunging everything into a never ending fire that broke through even the Red Keep, killing Queen Helaena Targaryen and her daughter. This was Justice for Rhaenyra Targaryen’s fiery death at the hands of her half-brother and his dreadful dragon’s dragon-fire, and for the babe born dead, Princess Visenya Targaryen.

Five days after the Hail of Dragon Flames, came a flood. It was a large one, and covered the whole of Westeros in its wake, drowning man, creature, and building alike - this led to the death of Jahaerys Targaryen, the eldest son of Aegon II Targaryen and the son of Aemond Targaryen. This was Justice for Jacaerys Velaryon’s death by a rain of arrows, and his corpse was claimed by the ocean’s grasp.

Five days after the Great Flood, came a disease that swept through Westeros. They called the plague “The Bastard’s Revenge” - it brought all those who contracted it into an insanity that brings harm to themselves and others - it killed the Hand, Otto Hightower, and Alys Rivers, the wife of Aemond Targaryen. This was Justice for Joffrey Velaryon, who was ripped apart by a mad mob, and his body never being given the proper burial rites, and for Daemon Targaryen, who responded to his stepson’s death with dragon fire, only to be slain by the Kinslayer.

Five days after “The Bastard’s Revenge” came a drought. Many fell from hunger and dehydration, and this was what made many move elsewhere, only to find nothing but death by the waves that surround Westeros. This was Justice for Baela Velaryon, Rhaena Velaryon, Corlys Velaryon and Princess Rhaenys, the Queen Who Never Was - all fell by the hands of the One-Eye and Daeron the Daring.

Five days after the Devastating Drought came a riot. Led by Houses loyal to the Dead Queen, they were never affected by the horrors of the dead Valyrians’ wrath, and thus were able to fell and raid the Red Keep to hang banners of the Blacks. This was Justice for Aegon III Targaryen and Viserys II Targaryen who both died separate, alone, and in fear.

Five days after the Black Queen’s Riot, the Greens vipers fell at the hands of Black Dragons, and history was once again changed anew - and this time, it viewed the Blacks in favor, and with justice rightfully served by Heavenly beings, the torment had ended.

All because of the Gods finally listening to a single boy’s last wish, commanding for a burning justice to be brought for those who died at the hands of those who’s crimes were never found guilty.

#lucemond #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #hotd au #greens win au #barely any lucemond tbh #angst #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #joffrey velaryon #baela velaryon #rhaena velaryon #corlys velaryon #princess rhaenys targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #otto hightower #alicent hightower

[ariesdiary]

aemond, being daemon’s biggest fan, cuts off heads of anyone who doubts lucerys’ blood purity or birthright. and luke doesn't know how to react to that because–

“uncle, you’re literally doing the same thing?”

aemond responds muttering, “i can, but others can't. it's different.”

#it’s aemond’s love language #and luke’s terrified by it #yes sometimes i write no angst can’t believe myself #lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucemond au #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #house targaryen #lucerys velaryon #lucerys targaryen #aemond imagine

[astharoshebarvon]

Aemond/Lucerys ABO AU

Where everyone dies except for Aemond & Luke and his uncle and half-sister’s Daemon and Rhaenyra’s youngest children, baby Aegon and Viserys

Aemond is too tired and grief ridden and does his best ensure his youngest nephews/cousins safety and becomes king regent for them.

A lot of people are happy with him on throne since no one liked Aemond’s brother and were pleased he was dead but equal amounts feared the alpha king because alphas are unpredictable(reason why there had been only two alphas on the throne till then) and Aemond was not a drunkard or easy to mould.

Some foolish councilman brought up the topic of heirs and he was found maimed, his arm gone the next day. No one dared say anything again.

Whispers were abound as people across the realm spoke in hushed voices of how their alpha king had murdered his true omega mate, Lucerys Velaryon and thus had almost brought the dragon house to extinction. That he still loved the boy he himself killed in his anger.

Two years after the war Aemond learns something, he takes Vhagar to the remote island where rumors were heard of a boy falling from the sky two years ago.

When Aemond sees his lovely mate, looking at him in confusion and the slightest bit of fear he lets tears slip from his eye for the first time ever. His tears had dried after he’d thought he had killed his omega. After that, it was just an endless cycle of death.

When Aemond brings Luke back, his youngest brothers cry tears of joy at seeing their older brother back. Luke does not remember anything, his memories only consist of the kind old couple who took care of him, taught him how to fish and kept him safe.

Aemond again has to maim another councilman who suggests there might be an heir now for the throne since Aemond’s omega is alive and well.

Luke keeps his distance from Aemond after learning about the death of his mother, father, brothers and everyone. His whole family gone except for the young ones. He feels longing and love when he looks at his alpha mate but that feeling diminishes when he recalls hearing of the death of his family.

Luke does marry Aemond since he fears Aemond might try to hurt his little brothers if he doesn’t. Aemond laugh and laughs until tears slide down his cheek when he hears Luke reassure his brothers that he’ll keep them safe no matter what. He doesn’t understand why Luke thinks he would hurt them now when he didn’t before.

Aemond and Luke remain virgin even on their wedding night. The alpha king just bites his omega’s nape before turning around and falling asleep, leaving Luke wondering if Aemond really is as horrible as the stories he’d heard. He could have taken him if he really wished but he didn’t.

Eventually Luke again falls in love with him again. He tries his best to not but his emotions get the better of him and when his heat hits him after nine moons of their marriage, he urges Aemond to take him to bed.

Aemond and Luke spend weeks in their chambers with only prince consort’s young brothers allowed entry in the rooms.

When Luke is in third moon of his pregnancy his memories return. He hits Aemond, hurls obscenities at him but in the end tearfully confesses he still loves him.

“You will never hurt my only family left! You must promise me that Aemond! My baby brothers will remain safe, you will not take their right from them like your family took from my mother.”

Aemond smiles wistfully as he caresses his beautiful boy’s cheek, “I won’t. Some may argue though you are the second son, so you and I should rule together with our children being our heirs.”

Luke laughs incredulously, “they hated a lady on the throne, they dislike an alpha on it, you think they’ll want an omega on it?” His gaze turns fierce, “I don’t care what they want. I don’t care for the iron throne. I don’t want it anywhere near me. It was my mother’s, then Jace’s. Neither of them are alive. It will be my baby brothers.”

“Then your will be carried out, my darling.” He gently brings Luke closer and brushes his forehead with his, making Luke release pleased pheromones. “Whatever your heart desires, I’ll give you, Luke.”

The alpha king, Aemond Targaryen and prince consort omega Lucerys Velaryon Targaryen welcome twin boys after six moons, both having Targaryen hair and eyes of their alpha father with the beautiful features of their omega bearer.

Aemond once again decrees Aegon III or Viserys II will inherit the throne once they come of age at 18.

He names his sons, Daelon and Rhaegal Targaryen as future heirs of Dragonstone and Driftmark.

“He was kind to us, we didn’t think, you know — he would be.” Viserys says, smiling softly at the infants, Daelon and Rhaegal. “It’s odd he named them after — ” he looks at Luke who smiles at him as he leans down and lays a soft kiss on his head, making his brother smile happily. “Our parents?”

“Yes.”

Luke ruffles Aegon’s hair who was looking at baby Rhaegal with curiosity, “Aemond did bad things,” he smiles sadly as his brothers look solemnly at him, shifting closer so they were leaning on their older brother.

Luke wrapped his arms around them, squeezing them in reassurance, “but he has the courage to admit his wrong doings. There was death on both sides. Aemond knows none of it would have happened if he hadn’t chased me across the skies.” He looks at his children and gently caresses his newborns heads, “ more importantly he loves me like I love him.” His voice is soft as he speaks again, “he won’t hurt me again.”

“My brothers find it hard to believe you let me name our children after my parents.”

Aemond hums as he drops a kiss on his head, “did you tell them the next one will be named Laenor if it’s a boy and Aemma if it’s a girl?” He glances at Luke’s flat abdomen knowing it will be a while before he shows.

Luke shakes his head, “no. but I believe that would make them just as happy.” He lifts his head to meet Aemond’s gaze, “do you regret your part in my mother and father’s death, my brothers? Your family?”

Aemond nods slowly, trying to ignore the pain that goes through him, “I do.”

Heavens, the way Luke had yelled at him when he’d learned how they had taken out his father, by trickery and cowardice. He didn’t want to hear that tone ever again. 

“I am surprised you didn’t steal his sword after he was dead and take it for yourself!” Luke yelled. He should stop, this much anger couldn’t be good for his babies but he couldn’t. His alpha father was a man of few words but he had cared a lot for all of them. Daemon loved them as much as their father Laenor did.

Aemond clenched his hand into a fist, “I did not touch your dear father’s sword. It was placed next to the skull of Balerion as a prized artifact.”

“Really? That doesn’t sound like you, alpha of mine.”

Aemond snapped. He glared at his mate, knowing he shouldn’t say the next words but he couldn’t stop. Luke was the only one who could make him feel like a hopeless fool in love in one moment and a deranged fiend in next.

“You would have loved it if I had died by his hands instead, wouldn’t you my omega!” Aemond spat, not caring how Luke flinched and backed away from him as much as the bed could allow. “You would have been happy if your mother’s beloved husband Daemon, your alpha father would have driven that sword of his through my body. Would that have satisfied you my sweet Luke if I was dead?!”

Next second Aemond cursed himself again as Luke burst into tears, his slender frame shaking as sobs wracked through his body. He tried to touch his husband but Luke hunched in on himself, clearly conveying he did not want his touch.

“How—how— could you—” Luke sobbed. “How? I never — never wished you—” He glared at his alpha husband, his eyes shining with tears, “you almost killed me, your nephew, and your omega mate! Your actions drove my mother and father to grief, my brothers to their demise! You led your whole family to death. Don’t you dare say I wanted you dead ever! You know exactly the circumstances which led to the loss of your eye.”

Aemond looked away as familiar pain washed over him as Luke said what he’d long accepted.

Luke was right, everything he’d said was true. Maybe that’s why it hurt to hear him. He was the reason rest of their family was dead. Luke was right about Daemon too. That was the only way they could ever get rid of the Rogue Prince.

If they hadn’t, Aemond was sure the alpha father of Rhaenyra’s children would have relished in ending his life. Daemon had literally burned the whole storm’s end save for one small child since he saw them as accomplice in his son’s demise. He had ended boros’ line, the child he spared was his cousin’s. boros and his daughters had been fed to Caraxes, that’s how livid he’d been.

Luke goes back to rest his head on Aemond’s chest, making the alpha come out of his thoughts, “then you will be forgiven.”

Aemond laughed bitterly, “they are all gone, Lucerys. The only one’s forgiveness I seek is yours.”

Luke feels his heart clench in pain, “It will hurt, you know that. it will always hurt.” He doesn’t say anything for a while. When he does speak again, his voice is soft and broken, “you have it. We would have never had Daelon and Rhaegal if I didn’t forgive you.”

Aemond tries to hold back tears that threaten to fall from his eye but fails. His anguish only becomes greater when Luke leans in and presses a soft kiss to his scarred cheek, his sapphire in his eye socket, his forehead. “I love you, and I’ll always stay with you, my alpha.”

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #the first and only angst au i will write

[unohanabbygirl]

I need everyone to hear me out. Imagine a greens win au where bookmond forces showcerys to marry him in order to continue the Targ bloodline and their first born son is showmond.

Plot twist, aemond ii hates his father for the way he treats luke and plans to kill him and take the throne, eventually convincing his mother to be his wife and queen. Hear me out!

#lucemond #i need everyone’s opinion on this #the angst would be immaculate #alicent still being alive and seeing her grandson’s hatred for his father grow by the day

[lucemond-defender]

Every 23rd of every month Aemond does not attend his university classes, his friends are curious to know where he is going, but no matter how much they ask him, Aemond never answers them.

Until they discover that Aemond is not attending classes that day because he is going to leave flowers at the pantheon to his ex-fiancé Lucerys, who died years ago in a car accident.

#lucerys velaryon #lucemond #aemond targaryen #aemond x lucerys #prompt au #angst prompt #angst

[roxineedstosleep]

omg i read your fic based on peakybinderss and mine’s and OH MY GOD I MAY NEED TO ASK YOUR COMPENSATION BECAUSE OF THE HEARTBREAK YOU JUST CAUSED

thank you thank you thank you 😭😭😭😭🫣

First, I adore your blog. Every time I see a post from you I get excited because I know you generate really great content.

Second. I'm a little sorry for the broken heart. Aemond made me quite angry, I had to make him pay a little for everything he was doing to Lucerys.

Now yes, a little alternative space of the whole story. (TW: Lucerys survived, but Aemond pays for all his actions. Still angst.)

Lucerys survived childbirth. But at the cost of never wanting to see Aemond again.

His older children would like to visit, the nobles would watch him walk through the corridors and gardens of the palace carrying his youngest baby. But Aemond could not be near him or his children without feeling the terrible bitter smell of hatred.

Aemond lived in part the fantasy he dreamed when he thought he was about to lose Lucerys.

He would see Lucerys raise his children, he would see how Lucerys dances full of love and joy, he would see how he handled political aspects almost perfectly, how the people and the nobles loved him. But never by his side.

Jace, that's how he named baby omega, he grew up healthy and strong. But, to Aemond's pain, Jace was never able to live with him properly.

As if life wanted to pay for every one of his sins, JAce never wanted to be near his father; he would cry like crazy just being in Aemond's arms, he would hide in the skirt of the babysitters when he was around and he would be comfortably mute when the two of them were alone.

Of course, Aemond was able to fulfill her dream of seeing Lucerys alive and with her children… but without him in the mix.

#lucemond angst #lucemond imagine #lucemond #lucerys x aemond #lucerys velaryon #aemond x lucerys #ameond targaryen #omegaverse #angst

[mondstaub1]

Fanfiction idea Lucemond (insecurity)

Modern AU

Luke is insecure. Very insecure. About nearly everything about himself. His looks, hair, hight, grades, body, privats, finances the list goes on.

It was not made better by his new relationship with his uncle Aemond. His perfect beautiful, Harvard graduate, youngest CEO in histery of the family company uncle. Who was rich and successful. Aemond was perfect in nearly every way. The opposite of himself.

He had no idea why Aemond even was with him. But he wanted so desperatly to keep it that way. But he did not know how. So he just stood infront of the mirrow hating his reflection, with all his might.

He kept trying to get his hair under control but the birdnest in his hair wouldn't cooperat.

Luke didn't know what happened but suddently he felt like he was unrevaling and before he knew it he was crying on the floor. He was crying like a toddler who fell from the swing.

It was hard to say how long he cried but suddenly there was a hand on his sholder. Luke flinshed away and turned around and there was Aemond.

Lukes heart skipped a beat, panic flaring in his gut. "Luke baby what happened?", Aemond asked worried, he looked so destroyed so worried and Luke felt guilty at making him worry because of his own insecuretys.

"It's nothing Aemond", Luke studdered, "don't worry about it." But his lover was not confinced and wound not let it go "Luke you are a sobbing mess on the floor, that's not nothing!" Luke laught humorlessly "I'm a mess aren't I. Gods why are you even with me. Your fucking perfect and I am a walking disaster." Aemond still staring at his boyfriend who had started sobbing again.

"That's why your crying sweetheart?", Aemond asked, Luke just nodded sobbing. Aemonds face soften as he but his arms around Lucerys, "Baby your beautiful. Your sweet and kind and so pretty. I don't know why you think so badly of yourself but I promise you, you are perfect." The younger man looked up eyes red with tears "Really?", Luke asked hopeful. Aemond smiled and kissed his boyfriend on the head. "Really sweety"

#hotd #aemond x lucerys #lucemond #light angst #happy ending #modern #insecurity #fluff

[viktors-lab]

Sit With me

#in short: i miss summer #i was going through my docs and realised the amount of angst i write... so i tried writing fluff #lucemond au #lucemond #aemond x lucerys #drabble #aemond targaryen x lucerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #hotd fanfic #lucerys velaryon x aemond #aemond targaryen #viktors lab

[brokecherry]

wrote this last night in like a haze, idk if I’ll do anything with it but enjoy !

#lucemond #hotd #aemond #lucerys #lucemond prompt #angst #romance #targaryen #update

[patolemus]

Been considering (read: obsessing over) a scenario where Aemond and Lucerys have been married for like a year or so by the time Viserys dies, but are still at opposing sides of the war. So they love each other - and they do, they have come to love each other even if their match had been one of politics - yet they still find themselves at Storm’s End, this time as enemies.

#been thinking of how it would play out #and what’s a happy ending without the angst right #lucemond #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x lucerys velaryon #hotd #house of the dragon

[minteaspoon]

A Moment of Reprieve

actually happy lucemond hours:)

a/n: this was based off of song of achilles by madeline miller, go check the book out and give it a read - it’s absolutely worth it:)

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Under the Weirwood Tree in the gardens of the Red Keep, there sat two young boys. One of white hair and purple eyes, the other of dark brown locks and dark irises.

The eldest, Aemond, held a book in his right hand, reading in High Valyrian to the younger, Lucerys - all while his left hand caresses his nephew’s head of chocolate.

In the grasp of Lucerys, he toyed with a small and thin horse, listening adeptly to his senior.

He liked listening to his uncle Aemond reading - he had a nice voice. Luke’s smile widens when he sees a servant bringing lemon cakes as ordered by the uncle and nephew duo.

“Uncle Aem! Our lemon cakes are here!” He exclaims, readying to up himself from his laid down position on his uncle’s lap. The brunette feels his shoulders held down, and brought back to rest against the ground.

“Stay, Lucy, the servant will bring the treats over. You don’t have to run and tire your small body,” Aemond jokes, chuckling softly when Luke puffs his cheeks out at the playful quip.

When the servant brings the lemon cakes over, the duo thank them before dismissing them to their chores.

Munching on the sweets, Luke asks, “do you think Mama and Step-grandmother are fighting again?”

Aemond froze, and turns his gaze to his distracted nephew who’s eyes were on the book his uncle had lay down to eat the cakes.

“…Knowing my mother, and with what she’s told me of my half-sister - your mother, I would be surprised if they handled a meeting without even the barest of arguments,” he mumbles loud enough for his nephew to hear.

Lucerys stops mid-bite, before putting his lemon cake back on the tray, wiping remaining crumbs from his fingers while turning to his uncle.

“I guess you have a point…Uncle Aem, do you think we’ll stick together even if our mothers separate us?” This was asked gently and in a whisper, sounding afraid of rejection from the questioner’s source of admiration.

The eldest was silent, before he brings his left hand to pat the younger’s head before it shifts downwards to his cheek. Once there, his thumb makes comforting motions as the brunette further leans into its hold.

“Yes, whatever happens, Lulu, I’ll make sure we stick together, alright? Nothing will separate us, I swear this to the Old and New Gods,” Aemond smiles, as he picks the book back into his grasp.

The duo continue to eat their sweet treats in a comfortable silence, leaning into each other and relishing in the quiet moment of reprieve.

Under the Weirwood Tree, they always found peace together away from the tumultuous life within the Red Keep.

After another minute or so, Luke breaks the silence yet again with a question, this time, one that temporarily stuns Aemond.

“Can you name one hero who was happy?”

Aemond’s face scrunches in confusion, “whatever do you mean?”

“I mean, can you name one hero in our books and lessons who lived and died happily? All at once? Every day and every night, every hour and every minute. They were always happy, and never anything else.”

His uncle’s brows furrowed in thought, as Luke stares at the violet eyes with many thoughts of memories about their Sept’s lessons of past history.

“…I can’t say I have - I’m sorry, Luke.”

Luke shrugs and smiles, “Well, if you can’t name one, then there hasn’t been one both famous AND happy yet, huh?”

“I suppose you can say that.”

Sighing his disappointment loudly, Luke flips onto his back and onto his uncle’s lap yet again. His eyes were closed, and after a few deep breaths, he opens them with a bright smile.

“Alright then, I’ll tell you a secret!”

He scrambles upwards to his knees to the side of his uncle, who’s wide-eyed gaze keeps track of his always moving nephew.

“And what will that be?”

“I’ll be the first!”

Luke brings his soft hands to Aemond’s lightly calloused hands from training, and excitedly shoved their intertwined hands to their chests, leaning into his uncle’s face as his smile widens.

“I’ll be the first hero in history to always be happy! Swear it!”

Aemond’s wide eyes yet again furrows, “why me?”

“Because you’re the reason! Swear it!”

These words were loud yet quiet, as though this claim were so sacred that only Aemond, Luke, the Weirwood Tree and the Old and New Gods were the only ones worthy of hearing it.

And to the boys, it was.

Aemond was brought out of his thoughts by his nephew.

“Swear it,” whispered his beloved.

Hesitantly, he whispers back, much quieter than his nephew; “I swear it.”

Luke leans his forehead against Aemond’s, and both let out shaky breaths held in after the silence that followed their vows.

There, under the Weirwood Tree in the garden of the Red Keep, sat two lovestruck young boys, uncaring of the rest of the world, and relishing in a moment of reprieve from the hectic life of the court.

There they shared kisses and embraces.

There they shared sweet words and sweet treats.

There they comforted the other when troubles arose.

There they would sit and make up when they fight.

And there, a lone man - filled with a burning regret and a strong yearning of a past once forgotten and now remembered - kneels, as the rest of his world burns into nothing but ashes and sulfur, of fire and blood, of the raging ocean and thunderous storms in what once was a place of comfort, safety and love.

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a/n: ….Never said it was gonna end sweet:) Just that it was gonna be a happy moment for lucemond, never said I wasn’t gonna make it end with me tearing y’all’s hearts out:)

a/n ps: @sleeplessdreamer123 IM NOT SORRY, THIS IS REVENGE FOR ALL THOSE TIMES YOU MADE ME SAD WITH YOUR LUCEMOND CONTENT

#lucemond #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #bby luke and aemond #our smol bbys #we love them #now their adult counterparts on the other hand #WE TORTURE IN EVERY WAY #bittersweet #angst #house of the dragon #hotd #hbo hotd #soa #the song of achilles #song of achilles #name one hero who was happy scene #but lucemond

[ariesdiary]

lucerys isn't surprised to see aemond at the storm's end. that doesn't mean it hurts less.

luke speaks to lord borros, but looks only at aemond. he smells his husband’s thick scent, examines familiar grin and every fold of his clothes. omega is mesmerized in his presence, and everything feels like a nightmare. a week ago, he lay in alpha’s arms, planning his visit to dragonstone, and now they’re on opposite sides of war.

to hear about aemond’s and cassandra’s political betrothal is hard. aemond betrays him and their marriage in the tradition of old valyria, and all omega can do is to reply nervously, “i am already married”. “to aemond” remains unvoiced.

moments later, lucerys leaves the castle. he runs away from alpha, from fragile happiness they only started to feel, from dreams of happy future together.

even through rain and wind, luke feels that aemond follows him. omega turns around, standing at a distance. and still, he asks with so much hope, “please, aemond. come with me. you don’t have to do this.”

aemond clenches his jaw and keeps silent. luke no longer waits to hear an answer, when alpha finally says, tiredly and angry, “stop being delusional. you knew aegon’ll take the throne. you knew i won’t leave my family.”

cold of the storm's end suddenly becomes unrealistically hot. luke feels everything and nothing at the same time.

“am i not your family?”

aemond’s silence speaks louder than his love confessions, kisses and touches. lucerys suggests that “they” matters only to him.

#i’m back with so much angst #i also plan to write part 2 to this #and to revenge game au ;) #lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucemond au