up on a hill, across the blue lake

“They went to dinner.

Aemond brought roses, Lucy dressed in a tight fit fine silk sea blue dress with waves on the hem, pearl headband and earrings gifted by Aemond, and an aquamarine ring he made with his mother.”

When I did finally come to grips with this, it made everything much better. I don't care if you read my stuff, because I am making it to give myself joy. I'm happy if you get joy from it too, of course! But that's extra. That's a bonus.

he does eventually message Rhaneyra going ‘ur son doesn’t lovdhshs me…tell me how to fix it…please’ and various other sappy things about him and Luke, when he’s sloppy drunk and the bed feels too cold.

Luke was gone three day and was confused why aemond was texting his mom paragraphs about him and aemond’s relationship. (daemon keeps them on file in case aemond ever fucks up, good blackmail material “)

drunk aemond is an emotional terrorist in need of kisses and a big ole hug. :)))

Luke had to know he was pretending. It was hard enough in the beginning to admit that he liked Luke, let alone loved him, and even worse.... appreciated his constant displays of affection. So, Aemond assumed they'd reached a silent agreenment and had been playing their roles for the years he and Luke had been together.

Luke would kiss the top of Aemond's head as he left him for the day, profess his undying love every time they were reunited, and would call him sweet little pet names like 'love, and 'honey', and 'snippy bastard (affectionate)'. Aemond, meanwhile, would pretend to hate it.

So, how did they end up here? How did Aemond end up plastered on the ground of his apartment, head on Helaena's lap as his half-sister's phone sent him to voicemail for the second time. He'd already tried Luke four times.

At the beep, he recorded another message to Rhaenyra, slurring drunkenly as he did: "I'm sorry I keep calling. But If Luke doesn't love me anymore, he has to tell me."

"He loves you, you're being dramatic." Helaena cooed. Aemond sniffed, and waved her off. If Luke loved him, he would have said "I love you. See you later, my eternal love and keeper of my heart." As he kissed Aemond deeply before he left for the long weekend with his family. Instead, he'd parted with only a wave, and a distracted, "Be back on Monday."

Aemond continued, "Because I love him. And he's been gone for three days. And he hasn't answered my calls all night. He didn't say he loved me before he left. Maybe he doesn't anymore."

Helaena shook her head and took Aemond's phone. She ended the call and kept it out of reach so he couldn't make another one. He made her listen then, to everything he would have said to Luke had he picked up. She told him he'd be able to tell Luke himself tomorrow, but tomorrow was so far away and his eyelids were so heavy and Luke maybe would not love him tomorrow, if he did not love him today.

Aemond woke up still on the living room floor. Helaena still had his head in her lap and Aemond winced, apologetic that he'd done that to her.

"How's the hangover, honeybun?" Luke laughed breathily from above. Aemond opened his eye excitedly.

He scowled, but couldn't keep it on. Luke was home, carding his hand through Aemond's hair, and calling him a horrible pet name.

"It could be worse." He grumbled.

"So, you don't need me to kiss it better?"

Aemond sat up.

"Still need it." He said honestly. "Need you."

Luke nodded, "Was that so hard?"

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.