#your hand-grenade heart

[aemondsdaella]

Daella was six, and Aemond was eight, the first time they spoke of marriage. They would be wed as soon as Daella flowered, Aemond said, though at that age, neither of them really understood what flowering was, only that it was something girls must do before they could be wed. 

They were reading The Seven-Pointed Star in their mother’s solar; or, they were supposed to be reading. Mother had been reading it with all five of them, but Aegon and Aemond had gotten into a fight after Aegon had mocked Daeron for his childish lisp when it was his turn to read a passage, and Aemond had shoved their older brother off of his chair for it. Mother had sent Aegon off to sulk in his chambers after shouting at him until his bottom lip wobbled angrily. She had tried to continue reading to the rest of them after that in a strained voice, but Daeron had been too upset by Aegon’s words and cried until his face was red and splotchy, and Mother had come around the table to comfort him, only Daeron had fallen out of his chair in his fit and chipped his tooth on a table leg, and now Mother had been forced to take him to see the Maester after the blood had turned his fit into hysterics. That had left Helaena and the two of them, but Helaena had slipped off to play with her insects, and Aemond and Daella had been left alone. Daella did not mind. She preferred it when it was just the two of them. It was always nice and quiet that way, and Aemond never teased her the way Aegon did. 

They had tried to obey Mother and kept reading for awhile, Aemond tugging the heavy tome over into his lap and reading aloud while Daella slumped down in her cushioned seat and tucked herself into a little ball, kicking off her green beaded slippers, content to listen; Mother always made her sit up straight, telling her to pretend as if she had a stick strapped to her spine, and Daella hated it. She was a princess, she argued. A princess ought to be allowed to slouch if she wished. Mother’s mouth always went thin and flat when Daella said that, and she muttered under her breath that she ought to really have a stick strapped to her, then. Daella had never been as good at obeying as Aemond; Aemond always listened to Mother, or tried to, when Mother said things like do not fight with your brother, be good to your sisters, never correct your father - he did not mean to call Helaena Rhaenyra, sweetling, he was only… distracted. Of course he knows your names, do not be silly, he loves you all very much. Aemond loved listening to their mother, loved when it made Mother smile and kiss his forehead. He was such a good son, Mother said. Your father will see that, one day, I swear it, she promised, brown eyes wide and sad in her pretty face. 

chapter 2 of your hand-grenade heart is up.

[cutiepieautistic]

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[iamacrustybread]

bane

dedicated to @arson-duck

thank you for your service

without further ado, I present

(I know I cheated with the sleeves and I probably butchered the leg tattoos but oh well)

[arson-duck]

Posted a new chapter!!! <3 <3 <3

[howlrs]

“Everybody loves me, and I intend to keep it that way.”

cruel intentions.

❝ REALLY. ❞ THE WAY THEY SAY IT, dry and monotone and pointed, makes it clear exactly how much persephone believes midoriya's claim. in her experience, it's always the guys who say everybody loves me that everybody decidedly does not love. ❝ your ego's gonna get you killed one day, hotshot. keep talking like that and i'll have to knock you down a rung or two. —but. yeah. i get what you mean. keep supply low, keep demand high. make them need what you have. give them what they need and they love you. just be careful of resentment building in the far corners; that shit can turn into a wildfire real fast with the right guy at the helm. ❞

[huntershowl-moving]

▲ hehe

Send ▲ to pull my muse into your muse’s lap! ACCEPTING.

MAYBE HE CAN TELL HOW NERVOUS SHE IS. the electric buzz around her body and the way her eyes keep darting toward and away from his face. it's strange, to return to her apartment — her real apartment, the one she furnished and decorated herself so long ago — with another person. for the last three years, they've only come here to pay respects to aya's shrine and keep the space from getting too dusty. it feels in a sense like laying herself bare.

but they had to hide out somewhere, and it happened to be the closest place. ( the closest place with working lights, at least. ) but whatever their subconscious is afraid of izuku doing, he doesn't do it. instead, he sits down on the couch, tugs gently at the carbon-fiber joint of their wrist to guide her toward him.

it's trust, she realizes. this conflicted thing. ❝ ... ❞ they don't say a word, but persephone knows izuku's body language incredibly well; she knows what he's silently requesting of her. wiry legs on either side of him, they settle onto his lap, and their face flushes a deep pink as they feel his arms snake around their waist and pull them closer. it's the same position they were in when they shared their first kiss — when all at once, everything in her life became a lot more complicated.

it's funny how someone so ruthless can, with the right person, become so gentle. seph's hands lift to cradle izuku's jaw, tilt his head up so that they can kiss him. ❝ we should be safe here, ❞ they murmur against his lips. ❝ everything's reinforced. walls, glass. ❞

[the-furry-butler]

I’ve seen posts going in about the staff’s transphobia and they are absolutely right, and we will destroy their cars with hammers, but this is a holiday. This is our Christmas Truce. We all put down our weapons and have one silly day to boop our friends and collect badges. Tomorrow we’ll go back to war, but today we boop

[arson-duck]

me at my own writing

Objectively speaking, the fanfic I’m reading is not good, but my goodness, it’s made my afternoon that much more enjoyable

[aemondsdaella]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Sex Relationships: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Original Female Character(s), Cregan Stark/Original Character(s), Helaena Targaryen & Original Female Character(s), Aegon II Targaryen/Helaena Targaryen, Alicent Hightower/Rhaenyra Targaryen (implied), Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen Characters: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Original Female Character(s), Alicent Hightower, Helaena Targaryen, Viserys I Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daeron Targaryen (Son of Viserys I), Daemon Targaryen, Otto Hightower, Cregan Stark, Jacaerys Velaryon, Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Aegon II Targaryen Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dark, Sibling Incest, Unhealthy Relationships, Codependency, Secret Relationship, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Targcest | Targaryen Incest (A Song of Ice and Fire), Canonical Character Death, Non-Linear Narrative, Dubious Consent, Forced Marriage, Childhood Trauma, Infidelity, Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Breeding Kink, Blood Kink, Violence, Knifeplay, Mommy Issues, Angst and Tragedy, Consent Issues, Unreliable Narrator, Targaryen Psychosexual Fuckery, Daella is the Helen of Troy to Helaena's Cassandra, And the Ismene to her Antigone, And the Cathy to Aemond's Heathcliff, SNAFU: Situationship Normal All Fucked Up, Siblings, Dysfunctional Family, Tragedy, these apples are all rotten right to the core, Resentment, Love/Hate, Doomed Relationship, Biting, Consensual Underage Sex, Daddy Issues, Child Neglect, Sexual Experimentation, Not Self-Insert Summary:

Helen, Helen, come home; there was a Helen before there was a War, but who remembers her?

 In 112 AC, Queen Alicent gives birth to her youngest children, Daeron and Daella.

In 126 AC, Princess Daella is married off to Cregan Stark in an effort to win the North's support in the event of a war.

In 129 AC, Prince Aemond steals Daella Stark from Winterfell.

(A Targaryen prince. A Stark bride. Stop me if you've heard this one before.)

(Or: In another world, Alicent has a second daughter, and Aemond would burn down the world for her. Sometimes it is worse to be loved, than to be hated.)

(Or: "Is it truly me that you hate, sister?" Aemond asked softly, sweeping his thumb across her lower lip, gentle as a kiss. "Or do you hate yourself, for loving me still?")

[arson-duck]

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[howlrs]

“The truth of the matter is that being with you was the only time I have ever been happy.” (i am screaming raine)

cruel intentions.

THE WORDS HIT HER LIKE A GUT-PUNCH. like a cold sweat, weeks deep into a fever with no sense of time and then suddenly bam, it's wednesday, you missed your brother's graduation, your body feels like it's been dunked in a bath full of ice. the words hit her so hard the world spins. it isn't like izuku to pull his heart out like this, not without layers of implication and unspoken affections shrouding the truth ( no matter how easy it is for seph to pull all of that aside nowadays. ) it isn't like him. but it doesn't feel wrong, either.

that's what hurts the most, really. it doesn't feel wrong. izuku isn't a liar; he makes a point not to be.

❝ ... ❞ the silence sits between them a moment before persephone shifts forward and settles into his lap, tipping his head up with cold, steady hands. ❝ ever? really? not even as a kid with your mom? ❞ their questions are — gentle, at least as gentle as they can be on persephone's harsh tongue. no matter how much izuku tells them about himself, they find themself wanting to know more. if he gave them every cell of himself, they would want to dig their fingers into the molecules, the strands of DNA, the atoms of him. ❝ i thought you had a nice upbringing. back then. ❞

[huntershowl-moving]

@vsagis

*holding onto ur heart thru ur ribcage* so what are we

[huntershowl-moving]

Whispering close to their ear while caressing the nape of their neck.

flirtatious starters! / ACCEPTING.

THE SHIVER IS SLIGHT, BUT palpable still under izuku's fingertips; as the tension in their shoulders coils, tightens, a ripple of goosebumps down their neck like they've been threatened.

this is good. it's practice. they're taking it a step at a time, the trust, working from conscious to subconscious to muscle memory, getting persephone's body used to his hands. the curve of his thumb, the soft texture of his skin. the throat has always been the most off-limits place, the most panic-inducing place. especially for hands.

but with each gentle stroke, each whispered praise in her ear, each brush of the fingers that doesn't end in a tight grip or a knife to the jugular, one tangled thread falls away. even though they sit rigid, every muscle tensed so hard it aches, at least the shakes have subsided a bit more every time izuku whispers how good they are.

this is nice. they like being good. the next time izuku pulls back to look at her, she dips her head forward to kiss him — and in doing so, convey everything her words never could.

[body-to-flame]

spiracle day!!!

[gbhbl]

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