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[feyhunter78]

Poisoned Tears and Scorched Tongues (1/22)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character, Jacaerys x Heleana, Rhaenyra x Harwin

Description: At eight years old, Alyra Hawthorne, the daughter of a small house with its own secrets, finds herself at the side of Princess Helaena. As time passes, Alyra finds herself entangled deeper and deeper into the web that is the Targaryen family drama. Tired of fighting to keep her heart, her place at court, and occasionally her life, Alyra wonders if she's on the wrong side of the war.

It must have been intoxicating to be loved like that, with such depths and devotion, to be worshiped like a god without making the necessary sacrifices. How could she be angry? How could she begrudge him everything he desired when she herself had once been part of that desire? A dragon guarding his hoard, he dragged her in with a claw and a smile sharpened by years of diplomacy. Meet me in the garden, I promise no one will catch us. Keep the guards distracted until I return. Stay with me, keep me company as I read. I found this book for you.

That was years ago, when they were both children, her still reeling from the death of her father, him the loss of his eye. She’d never been afraid of him, not his scars, his snarl, or his sword.

Her arrival at King’s Landing lacked fanfare, she wasn’t a Stark, or a Lannister, her name did not carry the weight of armies, or vast lands. All she carried was a lingering grief, and the knowledge that her options were to travel here, to this crowded, chaotic place, or be sold off like a broodmare. She had been so young, too young. She chose the chaos, fighting for her life like hundreds of Hawthorne women before her.

Shepherded around by a distant uncle who already lived in the capital, Alyra kept her fingers entwined, her eyes down, and her lips shut. No one would find fault with her, she would not cause trouble, there would be no reason to send her off into the waiting arms of some old lecher that would leave her bruised and broken.

When he brought her before the queen, she paid her proper respects, admiring the queen’s beauty as Queen Alicent spoke with her uncle.

“This, my queen, is my niece Alyra Hawthorne, the only blossom to survive a family of thorns.” His voice was gracious, and he ran a hand down her flaxen hair in what she assumed he meant as an affectionate gesture. To Alyra it felt as if he was petting her like a dog.

Alyra kept her head bowed her grip tightening at her uncle’s words, it was true that her family was unpleasant, but there was kindness her uncle refused to see after the death of his brother, her father.

“She doesn’t carry her father’s name?” The queen asked, her voice curious. Alyra could hear shuffling from beside the queen, but she kept her eyes on the floor.

Her uncle’s voice lost its polite tone and one of venom took its place. “Her mother claims it was my brother’s dying wish. That his children be returned into the folds of his dear wife’s family. Luckily, I was able to convince my good sister that the capital would be the best place for Alyra.” He pushed her forward with a whisper of “look up” as he continued speaking. “My darling niece is only two years younger than your daughter; she is bright, kind, and loyal. She would make a wonderful lady-in-waiting for the young princess.”

Alyra’s eyes flickered from the queen to the girl her uncle was motioning to. The girl was a bit taller than her, with long white hair, and beautiful violet eyes. She was cradling some kind of creature in her hands.

Alyra’s view of the princess was broken when Queen Alicent suddenly bent down and smiled softly at her. “You are as old as my son Aemond, and I think he is quite responsible.” Her smile faded, and her expression grew serious. “Your uncle says you are loyal, can I trust you to be loyal to the princess?”

Alyra nodded, “yes, my queen, I look forward to befriending and protecting the princess.” Her voice shook with nerves, but she met the queen’s eyes.

Queen Alicent stood and smoothed down Alyra’s hair in a motherly way that sent a pang of homesickness through her. “Heleana, come meet Alyra.”

Heleana descended the steps with a dreamy gracefulness, her eyes meeting Alyra’s. “Golden eyes see through silver.” She said, staring at Alyra.

“Beg pardon?” Alyra replied, looking to her uncle for guidance.

“It is lovely to meet you, Lady Alyra, I hope we will become great friends.” Heleana said as if it was the first time she’d spoken.

Alyra bowed her head, “I hope that as well, princess.”

Heleana was kind, soft, she carried beetles in her hands, and sang quietly under her breath as her brothers traded insults across the breakfast table.

“Maybe if you’d ever bedded a woman, you wouldn’t be such a bore.” Aegon drawled, punctuating his statement with a large swig of his wine before he turned his gaze onto Alyra.

She was currently gathering up Heleana’s embroidery as food was being brought out and set before the royal children. Queen Alicent had been called to attend her husband, leaving the children to eat alone.

“Lady Alyra, don’t you find my brother a bore? You must be tired of him trailing after you like a lovesick mutt.”

Alyra nearly dropped Heleana’s embroidery hoop, but caught it quickly, holding it against her chest as she faced the prince. Aegon wasn’t her favorite of the siblings, his hands wandered, and his words stung. Her eyes flickered to Aemond who was glaring down at his plate, angrily cutting into the sausage before him.

“I think Prince Aemond is very intelligent, and it is an honor to receive any attention from the royal family.” She said carefully, keeping her eyes away from Aemond. He was always kind to her, and Aegon liked to tease him about that kindness.

“Of course, but you cannot deny my brother pays you more attention than is proper?”

Alyra flinched as the sound of metal scraping against porcelain that came from Aemond’s seat. Heleana looked up, her delicate features scrunched into an expression of discomfort.

“I believe you have cut your breakfast enough, Aemond.” Aegon said, a satisfied smile on his face, joyous at once again being able to get under his brother’s skin.

“Alyra, would you mind asking the kitchen to bring some honey for the rolls, please?” Heleana asked, giving Alyra her chance to escape before Aegon turned his sights on her again.

They’d both turned ten and three that year, her and Aemond, him a few months before her. She remembered the way he shied away from her touch when she saw him later that night. She had wanted to wish him a happy name day, her arms open wide for the embraces he only accepted from her, Heleana, or his mother. Instead, he pulled back his violet eye cold.

“You are a lady of the court, nearing marrying age, it is no longer acceptable for you to fling yourself at me like a child.” He said, his voice as sharp as Vhagar’s claws.

Alyra froze, letting her arms drop to her side. “I understand, my prince.” She turned and picked up a roughly bound book from the table behind her and held it out to him. “At least allow me to give you this gift.” Once he took the book, Alyra bowed her head and swiftly left the room, hurrying towards Heleana’s chambers, tears blurring her vision.

“I’m sure Aemond meant nothing by it.” Heleana reassured her, running her fingers through Alyra’s hair as Alyra attempted to compose herself.

“He said he no longer wishes for me to fling myself at him. I’m unsure of how he could mean anything else.” Alyra sniffled, turning towards the princess and leaning her forehead against her shoulder. “Have I been inappropriate with your brother? Please Heleana let me know if I have overstepped my bounds.”

Heleana shook her head, “I don’t believe you have; I think Aemond should be grateful to have found such a friend in you, just as I am grateful.”

Alyra raised her head and wrapped her arms around Heleana. “It is I, who is grateful to have been blessed with the opportunity to be your friend.”

Aemond stood in the doorway to his sister’s receiving room, the book Alyra gave him clutched in his hands. His eye watching his sister and her lady-in-waiting hold each other tightly before releasing each other with a short squeeze.

“Sister, Lady Alyra.” He called, suddenly feeling his confidence waver for the first time since Aegon had taken him to that dreadful place hours before.

“Aemond.” Heleana said brightly, her words echoed by Alyra’s own, “my prince.”

Aemond stepped forward and reached for Alyra’s hand. “I wanted to thank you for your gift. I was cruel towards you earlier; you did not deserve that.”

Alyra took his hand and squeezed it gently before letting it go. “You were right, my prince; I should observe the manners of the court better. There is no need to potentially cast suspicion upon my reputation or yours.”

Aemond’s hand remained in the air, fingers still outstretched, reaching for her.

Chapter Two here!!!

[anakinisvaderisanakin]

There they all are. In live action and cartoon form. Glorious.

Most people seem to willfully forget Padmé. I'm not most people.

[galedekarios]

ngl klaus from the circus of the last days is the realest character in bg3:

bc i turned around with the flycam and got hit with this:

me too, klaus. me too.

[say0ranarts]

ann❤️

[lauraisakilljoy]

simon constantly doubting his relationship with baz in wayward son is so painful but at the same time I’m like bestie he taught you how to drive a manual without getting upset once. marry him

[heretherebedork]

The Heart Killers

JoongDunk and FirstKhaotung get to be gay and do crimes in this crime-based romcom and I need this the same way I need oxygen, thank you very much. (And Oxygen is one of my favorite BLs!) Cannot wait, am in love, please give this to me and let them be criminals the way they deserve to be. @absolutebl They gave us a gift!

[vaniloqu3nce]

My own personal headcanon that has absolutely no basis is that Yoko knows Enid likes girls far before Enid does. She can just tell Enid has a crush on Wednesday but doesn’t say anything because she wants Enid to explore her sexuality on her own, discover herself, and be completely comfortable without feeling pressured or expected. And she wants Enid to tell her herself, to be able to trust her with that kind of information.

Basically, Yoko listens to Enid rant about Wednesday constantly, thinks “these bitches are gay, good for them” and then internally rolls her eyes whenever Enid says “I care cause we’re roommates! And friends!” She’s doing her best to be the supportive friend and she deserves all the love.

Bonus: Yoko trying to discreetly get them to realize their feelings for each other with Thing. Thing and Yoko become very good friends after bonding over the fact that Enid and Wednesday are so uselessly gay/pos. They absolutely watch horror shows together and laugh at bad acting. Also manicures.

[sillyfairygarden]

traffic series designs of the world’s most beautiful man 🫶 (1/2)

[animusrox]

The Last Son of Krypton, Part III Superman: The Animated Series

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🌻🥀 first meeting

[feyhunter78]

Poisoned Tears and Scorched Tongues (8/22)

Description: Aemond and Alyra know what they want and are willing to abandon everything for it. Even if it means a flight to Dragonstone and what may be an uncomfortable reunion.

Aemond’s heart beat against his chest like the wings of Vhagar beating against storm winds. She’d said yes, agreed to run away with him, to marry him. Her back was pressed against his chest as they soared through the air, leading King’s Landing behind them. She’d collected a few things from her room, and he’d secured them tightly to Vhagar’s saddle. She showed no fear, no hesitance when he wrapped his cloak around her and grabbed her chin pressing a searing kiss to her soft lips, then gave the command for Vhagar to fly.

As they flew in silence, he rested his chin on Alyra’s shoulder, turning to press an open mouth kiss to her neck, the tip of his tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of her skin. Now that she was his, he found it harder and harder to control his desire to consume her.

She shivered, drawing his cloak tighter around her, and tilted her head back to look up at him. “Are you sure this is what you wish to do? I will not hold it against you if you change your mind, I know how important your family is to you.”

He couldn’t fathom turning around now, going back now would guarantee they would be separated forever, and he’d burn down the keep before that happened. “I have wanted this since I first laid eyes on you.”

Alyra’s cheeks grew bright red and all she could utter was a bashful “oh,” before she collected herself and pressed a chaste kiss to the underside of his jaw. “As have I.”

Dragonstone came into view, and Alyra gasped, leaning forward to view the castle better. In all her time serving Heleana she’d never been allowed to visit the breathtaking island. Jutting out from the stone cliffs, it cut an intimidating figure against the horizon, and the sudden sound of dragon calls made Alyra shrink back into Aemond.

“Do not fear, I will explain everything to my half-sister, she will be understanding.” He said, after Vhagar let out a ground-shaking roar in response.

Alyra bunched her hands in his cloak. “Will she though? Your mother is actively trying to shore up allies to back Aegon’s claim to the throne.”

Aemond laughed, “she is a romantic, look at her choice of husband. Far below her station, no army to back her claim, and yet she would not consider any other man.”

Alyra’s voice was tinged with apprehension. “Aemond, I know she is a romantic, I have spent time with them both, they are very close to my mother, but that does not mean she will put aside her anger.”

“Do not worry, Ñuha dōna, she will help us.”

If she does not, someone else will. He thought. He’d already made a list of others he would fly them to if Rhaenyra would not agree to marry them.

Aemond directed Vhagar towards a large enough spot for her to land and slid down her scales, boots hitting the ground just as Dragonstone’s large doors swung open.

Alyra called after him, suddenly nervous, as she hastily slid down before he could turn and offer his hand. “Aemond, there’s something I should tell you before—”

“Our healer.” The crown princess beat her to it.

Aemond looked from his half-sister to Alyra, then back. “I believe your sons called me ‘one-eye or snake’ but I will accept this new title.”

Alyra cringed and brushed past him to greet the crown princess, who stood a few feet away. “Your highness, it is a pleasure to see you again.” She accepted Rhaenyra’s embrace and whispered, “I haven’t told him.”

Rhaenyra pulled back and brushed Alyra’s cheek with her knuckles, her voice taking on a motherly tone, “and why not?”

Alyra looked down at the ground. “I have made progress. I found my grandmother’s journals; they were buried underneath a mountain of dresses in my mother’s chambers. I found them the last time she visited, and I believe I have unlocked something, but I don’t know what.”

 Aemond watched as his betrothed stood in the embrace of his half-sister, his hand still resting on Vhagar’s leg. He had no fear of being turned away. If what Cassandra said was true, his beautiful girl has captured more than just his heart.

Rhaenyra nodded, “we will speak of this later.”

 Vhagar shifted, and he stepped forward as she took off into the skies. He watched her go before joining Alyra.

Rhaenyra’s eyes flickered to him, then she tsked and smoothed down Alyra’s windswept hair. “Aemond should learn to fly that dragon of his more carefully, look at what they’ve done to your hair.”

“She is the largest dragon in the world, ruffled hair is the least of her effects.” He snarked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Prince Aemond.” Rhaenyra said, releasing Alyra and standing tall.

“Sister.” He replied, wrapping an arm around Alyra’s waist, and tucking her into his side. “We wish to marry; will you be our witness?”

Rhaenyra stared at him for a long moment until her eyes shot to Alyra as if seeking confirmation, that yes, she did want to marry him.

“It would be such an honor, my lady, if you would be the one to bind us.” Alyra said, fighting to keep the giddiness out of her voice in order to remain respectful.

Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow and leaned to look behind them. “Is this a ploy of your mother’s? Or will she show up on my doorstep enraged and backed by the Lannister army if I do this?”

Alyra wilted, and a flare of anger shot through him as he stepped closer to his half-sister. “This is no ploy of my mother’s, and I cannot tell you if she will come after us, but we came to you, because I believed you would do right by me.”

Rhaenyra scoffed, “do right by you?”

Aemond removed his leather eye patch, revealing the shining sapphire that replaced his stolen eye. “Your son took my eye, and now I ask for your cooperation in return.”

“Please, my lady, this is no trick. We fled King’s Landing, telling no one but Aegon of our plan.” Alyra reached to grab Rhaenyra’s hand between her own, her voice soft and earnest.

It angered him to see her beg, she was his love, his life. She should never have to debase herself in such a way. But at the same time, there was a small part of his ego that preened under the fact that she was so willing to beg for them—for him.

“You told Aegon?” Rhaenyra laughed, shaking her head as she covered Alyra’s hands with her free hand. “Oh, my darling girl, you two must be truly desperate to marry.”

Aemond pulled Alyra’s hands from Rhaenyra’s grip. “If you will not marry us, perhaps, I shall fly us to Driftmark and see if Princess Rhaenys will.”

Rhaenyra eyed her half-brother warily. “And why would she do that.”

Aemond already began looking to the skies for Vhagar. “In return, I will back her claim to the throne.”

Alyra went rigid beside him, and he could feel her frantic eyes on him.

Rhaenyra only laughed and patted him on the shoulder. “You have grown much, brother, I admire your dedication to my darling Alyra.”

Alyra relaxed, letting out a quiet breath and spoked quietly to him in her native tongue, “we did not discuss the Princess Rhaenys, I will not go against every member of the royal family. Let us fly to the nearest unaffiliated septa and have them marry us. I do not wish to anger the crown princess.”

Aemond cupped her face and kissed her with a slow languid motion, her smell of honeysuckle mixed with the scent of dragon, intoxicated him, and he hummed contently against her.

Alyra stood frozen for a moment then leaned into his touch, her hands on his chest, fingers bunching into his tunic, his warm lips banishing any thought in her mind.

“Am I interrupting something?” The deep voice of Harwin Strong sent Alyra reeling back and falling into a hasty curtsy.

“Lord Strong, my—our apologies. We have come to ask Princess Rhaenyra to marry us.”

Harwin held out his hand towards Alyra who rushed forward and let the well-built man embrace her.

Aemond grumbled under his breath, but the three others ignored him as Alyra filled the crown princess’s consort in.

Harwin chuckled and slung an arm around his wife’s shoulders. “You should stop teasing them, Nyra, you know you want to do the ceremony.” He leaned forward, lowering his voice slightly, “he’s Alicent’s favorite son, this’ll really piss her off.”

Aemond rolled his eye, the Strong man obviously was only pretending to try and keep him from hearing his words.

“My mother has no favorite.” He said, stepping forward to reclaim Alyra.

Alyra’s lips parted, but then she closed them and took his hand, smiling placatingly up at him.

Rhaenyra and Harwin looked at each other before bursting into laughter that ran on for a few minutes, leaving Aemond and Alyra standing there silently.

Aemond heard a stifled giggle, and he looked down at Alyra who was hiding her smile behind his cloak.

“The queen does show her love for her children in different ways, and different amounts, you cannot deny that my love.” She said carefully, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Aemond hummed dismissively and turned his head. Of course, he knew that his mother valued him over Aegon, perhaps even Heleana, but he was the one she could depend on, no matter the task. He felt a pang of guilt at the stress his mother would be under once she realized they’d fled.

Alyra noticed his shift and reached up to cup his cheek. “I love you.” She whispered, looking up at him with such adoration, he felt his breath catch in his throat.

“And I you, Ñuha dōna.” He whispered back, careful not to let his half-sister hear his words.

Rhaenyra coughed to get their attention. “Harwin is right. I do wish to perform the ceremony for you both.”

Alyra’s smile could outshine the sun, and Aemond wished he could bottle the light she radiated and keep it with him for whenever she left his sight.

“But I do require something from you.”

He knew what was coming and fell to one knee, the words of loyalty slipping easily through his lips. On the trip to Dragonstone, he’d made up his mind. If Rhaenyra asked for his support when the time came in return for harboring them, he would give it.

Alyra’s hand rested on his shoulder and once he’d finished, he took it and pressed it against his lips.

Rhaenyra smiled at him; her eyes crinkled with mirth. “Truthfully, I was speaking to Alyra, but your loyalty was going to be a request if I was to bring validity to your marriage.”

Alyra laughed nervously, watching him for any signs of anger. He kept calm, nothing had changed, he was always prepared to support his half-sister if it meant he could have Alyra.

“My lady, that was a bit cruel,” Alyra protested, leaving her hand in his grip.

Aemond’s heart sang, his sweet Alyra, standing up for him to the woman whom she was so devoted to? A fire raged in him not of anger, but of pride tinged with something akin to lust.

Rhaenyra smiled softly at Alyra and then at him, the kindness in her eyes surprised him. He’d expected his half-sister to set obstacle after obstacle in his path, but instead she simply held her hands out to them. “All I ask from you, Alyra, is that you stay here and attend me until our newest child is two years of age.”

Alyra pulled her hand from his and flung her arms around his half-sister. “You are with child again? Oh the gods have blessed this day, I would be more than happy to attend you.” Her voice was lighter than Aemond had heard it in months, and he felt another twinge of guilt for his previous inaction.

“Well then, now that’s settled, shall we get you two married?”

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[anakinisvaderisanakin]

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[141trash]

Every Man has his Breaking Point

AN: *Exhales loudly and screams* I had a mini panic attack because the links weren't working and I realized I hadn't reblogged the post but its fine because I scrolled my thousands of likes for this :) This is inspired by @bleuu-moon's post! I loved it and as I was eating my ramen ended up imagining Ghost in a similar position. unedited full of grammatical errors bc reasons

At first he thought you were a hallucination given that he'd been knocked over the head pretty damn hard during his capture. He woke up on the cold floor of some cell with you leaning over him, pressing a bit of cloth to his forehead. Swatting your hand away from his face, he forced himself to sit up and take stock of the situation.

There was a brief underlying panic when he realized they'd stripped him of his mask and you now knew what he looked like. All his weapons were gone as were his shoes and anything that might have been useful for escaping. Whoever took him clearly knew what he was capable of.

Wincing as he braced himself against the wall he finally turned his attention back to you. Definitely a civilian. Small, innocent, young. There had to be something that he didn't know about you that made you a target because you and him being stuck together in this situation seemed like such an odd pairing.

"What they want with you?" he asked hoarsely, breaking the silence. Your head shot up to look at him, nervously playing with the fabric between your fingers.

"I don't know." you replied shaking your head.

Simon grunted, but otherwise didn't say anything else. His head was throbbing painfully, but he needed to understand what was going on if he was going to get out of there. It occurred to him after a while that you might be working with his captors, placed there to gain his trust and get information out of him that way. If that was the reasoning then it was a stupid idea. A young pretty face wasn't going to get your bosses any answers.

He decided then that until he could confirm that theory he wouldn't interact with you again.

It was two days later when someone finally came in. The pair of you were on opposite sides of the cell. You'd been dozing on and off to keep from letting the anxiety overwhelm you, but when you heard the key scraping the lock to the outer door your head shot up instantly alert.

Across the cell Simon didn't lift his head to glance at the door, briefly though his gaze flitted to you, to see your reaction.

"Lieutenant Riley." a man with a grandiose voice greeted as a guard opened the cell door to let him in.

"I know you?" Simon asked almost boredly, looking at the man and not recognizing anything.

The man's face twitched slightly, hands tightening to fists at his sides, "Perhaps not. But I know you."

He looked at you then, causing you to shrink back from the slimy feeling that went down your spine.

"You don't like your gift?"

You shuddered at the obvious implication in his voice, tears welling up in your eyes.

"You must not know me very well if you thought that would get me to talk." Simon disparaged making a face in disgust. For a brief second you didn't know whether to be relieved or offended.

The man clucked his tongue like a bad superhero movie villain, a greasy smile spreading across his face, "Every man has his breaking point Lieutenant Riley. I'm excited for us to find yours."

[heretherebedork]

JoongDunk and FirstKhao in a romcom about criminals? Say no more, I'm in.