#Heart of Glass

[balkanparamo]

Heart of Glass: Debby Harry

[shaisuki]

Final chap of my Zayne angst. Lemme know if you want to get tagged.

[starogeorgina]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen x reader

Warnings: None

1.06

A shadow stretches across the room as you toss and turn in the bed. The stale smell of the wine that spilled on your sheets the night before makes your nose wrinkle up. It was impossible to know how much alcohol you had consumed because the majority of the night was hazy. When you roll over again, the room spins for a few seconds, but when memories of what happened come back, you panic.

You lurch upright just as Jacaerys is putting his shoes back on, “Jace…”

The room is silent as a look of guilt passes over his features. You jump when there’s a knock at the door; the fear of being caught causes your eyes to gloss over.

The door opens, and Rhaenyra steps into the room, locking eyes with her son immediately. You silently thank the gods that Jacaerys was presentable-looking in comparison to you. “Jacaerys”, the princess says, raising her brows. “Why are you here so early?”

“I thought y/n might have liked to join me in the dragonmont, but…”

Your eyes sting when tears start to form again, and you can’t help the sob that escapes your mouth. Rhaenyra looks to her son for an answer, but he’s speechless. Embarrassed, you bring the bed sheets to your face, “Please just go away.”

Rhaenyra signals her son to leave before joining you on the bed. She sits beside you and strokes the back of your messed-up hair. “What has you so upset?”

You thought you could handle rejection, but knowing Helaena never wanted to speak to you again felt like a knife to the heart.

“I… I… I want to leave. I think it would be best for everyone if I flew to Winterfell today and married Lord Stark as soon as possible.”

“What would make you say that?” Her voice is soft. “I think Prince Daemon would like for you to stay a little longer.”

“Please,” you plead. “I’ve been foolish, and the only way to make things better is by leaving. Please speak to my father; make him understand.”

“Why…what have you done?”

“A mistake”, you whisper. “I trusted someone I shouldn’t. I thought she cared for me…”

When you start to sob, Rhaenyra holds you closely and strokes your hair; it was the first time you’ve felt completely vulnerable since your mother died. “I will speak with Daemon; he will probably want you to stay, as I do, but I would rather not see you so upset.”

—

Where are the twins? You had a gut feeling something was wrong. Baela and Rhaena never missed a family meal. You wait nervously to see if they appear, but when the food starts being brought to the table without them present, you internally start to panic but do your best to remain calm on the outside. “Aren’t the ladies Baela and Rhaena joining us?”

Without looking up at you, your father says, “Your sister has gone to Driftmark to spend time with Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys; it would have been Lady Laena’s name-day tomorrow.”

“Oh.”

You briefly glance over at Jacaerys and notice him squirming in his chair; he looks as if he’s going to throw up.

You remember how it started; you remember being drunk and kissing him… and Jacaerys being equally drunk and kissing you back.

Sweat was starting to trickle down the back of your neck. Knowing they would be mourning the death of their mother makes you feel even guiltier.

“Mother says you are going North to marry Lord Stark.”

You lock eyes with Luke, who’s sitting across the table from you, and are surprised to see how sad he seems by this. You reach across the table and take his hand. “It’s true if my father allows it. But even if I do go, it won’t be forever.”

“Why must you go? Why can’t he come to Dragonstone?” Lucerys asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Lord Stark rules over Winterfell as your mother does here; the northerners would be lost without him.”

Rhaenyra gives him a soft smile. “It’s her duty to marry a great lord, as it will be yours one day to marry Rhaena.”

“But we will be in Driftmark. I will still have you, Daemon, Jace and Joff; we won’t be alone.”

You attempt to ignore the lump in your throat and the pain in your chest. The time you spent with Helaena has definitely changed you; it has made you more soft and vulnerable. You hated it. You preferred having walls up around you; it would have made her cutting you off painless and leaving Dragonstone much less painful.

“I will only be a dragon ride away.”

After the last plate is cleared and the table is empty except for you and Prince Daemon, he finally speaks. “Daughter, I’m only allowing this wedding because if we wait too long, the bitch queen will dig her claws into Viserys and convince him it would be better if you married the one-eyed prince.”

“I understand.”

“And to stop you from being so reckless and roaming the streets of silk at ungodly hours.”

You nod.

“…I want you to be happy, have a family of your own and be content. I wasn’t, not until Rhea had you.”

Nearly two years later…

Face stinging from the cold nipping at your cheeks and nose, you welcome the warmth that greets you when you walk through the library tower to reach your husband’s private room. It’s no surprise to you to find him hunched over a desk surrounded by various scrolls.

“I trust the cannibal fed well?”

“That he did,” you say quietly. “I trust the children have tormented you in my absence.”

Cregan chuckles, “Not at all. Benjen only cried when he needed to rest, and his brother has exhausted himself from playing with the other lads after his lessons.”

Rickon, Cregan’s son from his first marriage, had fallen asleep while playing on the floor again. Instead of disturbing him, his father had put a pillow under his head and placed a thick blanket over him. The little lord was lying against soft furs and was close enough to the fireplace that he wouldn’t catch a chill. You smile down at his younger brother who is asleep in your arms; it would be time for him to feed soon, but you saw no reason to disturb his peacefulness a second longer than needed.

“Two ravens from the south arrived while you were gone.”

It wasn’t usual; you often asked for and received updates from Runestone; the last time you were there was while pregnant. The only other letters you received from the south were from Dragonstone. You walk over to the desk where Cregan stands, and he takes the boy from your arms, cradling him gently. Your sweet babe was just over a year old. He had inherited some Targaryen features from his grandsire’s side, such as his deep purple eyes and pale skin, but had a thick mane of dark hair.

With his free hand, Cregan places his palm against your stomach. “The last time Prince Daemon wrote was to tell you, Princess Rhaenyra, he was with child again. Soon you will be telling the prince he’s to be a grandsire again.”

It was early on, but the maester had confirmed you were once again pregnant. Smiling, you take an unopened scroll from the table; while reading it, your face falls. “The greens are finally coming for Rhaenyra and her sons. The sea snake has fallen ill, and his nephew Vaemond has turned to Otto and Alicent to help him challenge Lucerys’s claim to Driftmark. Not only are they questioning Luke’s legitimacy but also Jacaerys and Joffrey’s.”

“What are your father and Princess Rhaenyra going to do about it?”

“There is a petition being held at court in King's Landing to determine who the rightful heir is in a few days time. I—I do not know if my presence would make any difference, but Luke needs to know he’s not alone.”

Signing Cregan lightly presses his forehead against your stomach, “How long do you think you’ll be gone for?”

“Three days at most. I would rather not leave, not with two young boys at home, but this is the opportunity Alicent has been waiting for to try and get Aegon on the throne.”

“They are your brothers; I expect you to do nothing less than defend them.”

You pick up the other scroll, expecting nothing good, but this time your face falls for a different reason. Your heart physically hurts the moment you see Helaena’s handwriting.

You trace her words with your finger, picturing how she felt writing to you. Cregan was a good and honourable man; during your marriage, you’d grown to care for him a great deal, and you couldn’t imagine life without him and the boys. But the deep wound inflicted by Helaena cutting you off had yet to fully heal.

You still missed her.

Her words then had been so cruel, yet the words in front of you now were the opposite; it was a warning to stay away from King's Landing.

[mtvscreengrabs]

Heart of Glass - Blondie (1978)

[ladyteelia]

Video (Heart of Glass, Overcoming Adversity, Animated Series)

[clairoglazer]

have you ever dreamt of being seen?

not by someone, more like in a magazine…

[paracunt]

Paramore perform Hard Times at Corona Capital (2022) via chepefs

[chrispratl71]

Debbie Harry

[samazine]

once i had a love, and it was a gas!

#83 of my top 100 songs 2024: heart of glass by blondie

[balkanparamo]

Blondie Heart of Glass: Debbie Harry

[shaisuki]

I was reading the snowflakes on your shoulder and loveeeee the twist. It got me thinking Zayne would be the type of yandere who will turn your parents against you like.

Look at him. He is a successful, handsome doctor who took SUCH good care of you when you needed him the most, going overboard with it. Even AMD, you are going to leave him? After all lol he did for you? Is that what he deserves? Sure, he neglected you a bit before, but he is a busy man, so that doesn't count. What matters is he was there when you NEEDED him. Because he "loves" you and you alone it's so cruel you leave him right after that.

Lol I started rambling sorry but damn it I just love it so so so so much

— Please don't ever, ever apologize, I welcome this kind of thoughts/ramblings any time and greatly appreciates it that I won't mind y'all flooding my inbox.

The fact that he's undermining what he did to you in the past sums up his whole personality believing that it compensates for the things he'd done while you're recuperating. Did the whole “I'm your responsible, loving fiancé who took care of you.”

Your parents are totally convinced at his actions cause Zayne both assures them that's he's very capable of taking care of you and they didn't need to worry. Manipulates your parents that he is only the good choice for you.

Made you think that you're in the wrong and in no place to disagree which gives him the upper hand to have you all to himself. God forbid that you start showing signs of pregnancy cause he's not letting you out of his sight nor entertain the option of letting you go.

He's the least person you expected to act like that but he sure is capable.

[possessingtheproperspirit]

@dreaming-irl-sleeping thank you for this lovely reply which sent me back into the world of the way you left me / heart of glass, both of which I so loved writing! Here's my reply of sorts, under the cut :)

It was predictable English weather, really. Mid-June, and every day of the past two weeks stuck in the hospital had been warm and sunny. Now, as Ed stepped away from the apparition point and into the bustle of Diagon Alley, it was drizzling with rain.

And he hadn't brought a coat. Bugger.

Amelia was waiting for him, as she said she would be, at a table by the window in The Fallen Star. They met there for lunch as often as his shift pattern allowed, had done ever since... well, she'd thought he needed cheering up, and apparently that was best done through slightly meagre portions of fish and chips or cottage pie.

They were half way through their meal, Amelia lamenting over her husband's latest attempts to sort out the extension charm on their garden shed, when Edgar happened to glance out of the window.

He wasn't sure what had made him look; he usually considered it ill-mannered to look away when someone was talking to him. Maybe it had been enough to just catch a hint of deep red out of the corner of his eye, though, because there, through the steady fall of rain, was Lily.

Lily...and James Potter.

They had stopped to look at something in the window of the shop opposite, not seeming to care a jot about the weather. Lily held onto James's arm, and turned to smile up at him so brightly, so sweetly, that Ed almost felt like he should look away.

He'd guessed they'd get back together. He wasn't daft. But it was another thing entirely to actually be confronted with the truth of it.

Apparently, Amelia had picked up on his distraction, because (as Potter leaned down to kiss Lily, his hand lingering at her cheek) she let out an audible scoff. "Emmeline told me she heard they got engaged."

Ed didn't mind looking away, back over to his sister. Lily, engaged. He had expected those words to hurt more than they did, but more than anything, he felt...glad. Glad for her, that she was happy again. "And her gossip is usually accurate," he said lightly.

Amelia narrowed her eyes. She'd taken firmly against Lily as soon as their engagement had ended, a fiercely protective sibling more than willing to carry a grudge since he didn't seem able to himself. "You're allowed to hate her, you know," she said. "She wasted your time and broke your heart."

All Ed could do was shrug. "I don't think of it as a waste of time," he replied. "And...clearly what was meant to happen, happened."

Amelia sighed, sounding quite aggrieved. "Fine, be a decent person if you must," she said, picking up her fork again. "I can hate her enough for the both of us."

At that, he couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks, sis," he said. "Anyway. You were saying about the shed roof...?"

[fayegonnaslay]

Blondie in Coney Island, 1977.

Photographed by Bob Gruen.

Debbie Harry, you will always be famous <3

[ladyteelia]

The gang is all here and ready for 2025 HEHE

[vagathathegreat]

Can we take a moment to appreciate Debbie Harry

[yulimuly]

Que horas son mi corazón????