𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍

[treheks]

TREHEKS⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR ALYS RIVERS FROM A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE AND HBO'S HOUSE OF THE DRAGON AND GAME OF THRONES. VERY HEAVY ON HEADCANON BASED AND ALYEAMOND CRITICAL. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. (#)

PSA: Alys follows the old gods and her "magic" is more practical, with potions and herbs as well knowing the woods and where to find certain elements that be used to cause hallucinations. like a priestess from a greek temple, her visions and powers are more lean into the usage of the materials around her and the weirwood tree, using many practices from the old times of the first men. she is not four hundred years old as the writers imply, this feels to me recycled from melisandre's own tale and i want to make alys unique. also, beware that i am critical of the show and how they are going to approach her messing with daemon (who i see no reason why she is messing with him) and aemond (who slaughters her family and household, violently take her home and she is seen as a "prize"). I am critical of both.

CARRD. PROMO. HEADCANONS. MEMES.

[treheks]

@gaindragon asked: “ some things there are no names for. ”

"Everything   has   a   name.   We   just   haven't   found   the   right   word   to   speak   of   it   out   loud."   Alys   speaks   softly,   but   her   voice   carries   around.   Harrenhal   is   cold   most   days   of   the   year   nevermind   the   weather   around   them,   but   she   did   not   felt   it   like   others   do.   And   her   paths   had   crossed   those   who   carried   dragon   blood   and   while   she   is   aware   that   their   personalities   matched   the   fire   in   their   blood,   running   hot   like   dragonfire,   she   brings   him   coats   and   furs   to   use   to   warm   himself.  

Eyes   shift   toward   the   dragon   laying   outside   the   castle   walls.   Vhagar   was   too   big   of   a   dragon   for   the   castle   grounds,   and   she   had   been   worried   for   a   moment   that   the   dragon   would   scorch   up   the   field   even   further,   as   the   ground   remembered   the   fires   that   burned   its   halls   during   the   conquest.   Eyes   shine   bright,   abnormally   so   before   she   speaks   again.   "And   if   something   has   no   name,   then   seek   to   name   it.   We   have   that   power   as   people."

[notmorbid]

briefly, a delicious life.

dialogue prompts from briefly, a delicious life by nell stevens.

you don't even know what 'permanent' means.

how can i persuade you to stay?

you can ask me anything you want.

i'm not scared. i've never been scared in my life.

why are you being sweet? what do you want?

i remember you telling me about this place.

i'm fine. i can take care of myself.

we're friends now, aren't we?

i'm probably not going to become a _____.

who are you, really?

i've never seen anyone like you.

nobody has ever been so much like themselves as you are.

life and death are made of the same stuff.

life is very little, and death is very large.

shall we go back to bed?

you never looked away from me.

i'm dreaming. i must be dreaming.

some things there are no names for.

i don't have the patience to wait to be a widow.

being worried about someone makes you angry with them, after a while.

it would not be true to say i have friends, exactly.

your days are numbered, you weak-hearted bastard.

what's different with you?

do you want me to talk to you about sex?

my little black cloud.

i missed all the warning signs.

did you have the last word?

i know how to care for my own child.

what sort of _____ are you?

sometimes, the opposite of cowardice is playfulness.

i don't understand why i am here alone.

i am resolutely refusing to worry.

this could be the best day of my life.

i can't tell you the word. it's too wicked.

whatever you want to do is the right thing.

i'll tell you everything you want to know.

please don't let me die.

i was sure you had died.

you are not unlike a wet blanket.

why are you doing this if you're so scared?

you look like a vision.

if i think about it, there'll be no unthinking it.

i imagine heaven involves a lot of good seafood.

never anticipate. never hope. just be.

you're the most interesting thing that's ever happened to me.

if i believed in hell, it would be a place where nothing happened.

i can't believe in anything eternal.

you have no grace.

you should be careful. people might talk.

i don't remember what it felt like to care.

i want to give people something to talk about.

we could play dead. just for a little while.

you're the only one who really means what you say.

the only hope is to keep going.

you have so much life left to get through.

don't you want to stay here forever?

are you going to eat that _____?

i want my mother.

where did you go? what did you do?

[calisources]

THE   ROYAL   TREATMENT.   all   sentences   are   either   taken   from   fantasy   or   fictional   and   historical   novels   about   kings,   queens,   royal   blood   and   some   sparked   romance   and   magic.   change   all   pronouns   and   names,   locations   as   you   see   fit.

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.”

“She was a ray of sunshine, a warm summer rain, a bright fire on a cold winter’s day, and now she could be dead because she had tried to save the man she loved.”

“He was a man known for the violence of his temper as well as the deliciousness of his touch.”

“Am I making you nervous, Natalie?”

“Sad it is, the fate of kings.”

“Go to this masquerade ball with your new friends, put on a pretty gown, and dance the night away.”

“Repentance is like a royal cheer.”

“Even the small joys are worth cherishing, and they will lead to greater ones.”

“when you become king shall find many difficult tasks and you shall have to hurt others and yourself.”

“The throne brings trouble and grief along with the glory.”

“Anger is a feeling afforded only by royal blood. Ordinary people ask for mercy in such situations.”

“True leadership is serving others; follow Queen Elizabeth's noble example.”

“Success isn't wealth or status; impact matters.”

“The power of empowerment can change the world, one person at a time.”

“Leadership is service, not a throne to seize.”

“I have in sincerity pledged myself to your service, as so many of you are pledged to mine.”

“Proper training is key, it allows one to accomplish a great deal."

“Oh honey, someday a real man is going to make you see stars and you won't even be looking at the sky."

“Royalty comes with a cost. My great-great-grandfather was one, and he left me no royalty but loyalty to empower people.”

“At all times an empire is more important than emperor and empress, prince and princess.”

“You might have to ask yourself, however right your claim is, if you are the leader the realm needs and wants.”

“You’re Royal. Get used to it and that involves a lot of burdens and things you don’t want to do.”

“I’m in awe of you, Rowan Palotay.”

“Slow down there, princess. How do you know what kind of first impression you gave me?”

“Prayer is a royal power.”

“You forget yourself and who you are speaking of.”

“Anyone young, famous and beautiful who dies young is forever frozen in time and fascinating to all of us.”

“Youths are the life blood of any nation.”

“I am not yet come of age, my lord. How can I be queen?”

“To crown her is to kill her.”

“He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.”

“Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.”

“I believe we are what we make ourselves, and as such, you, Crown Princess, are nothing.”

“Rule with the heart of a servant. Serve with the heart of a king.”

“There’s a fine line between gossip and history, when one is talking about kings.”

“We kings do develop a certain ability to recognize objects under our noses.”

“...alone is such a nebulous state when one is queen.”

“I respect you as my king, and I respect you as my father, but I do not respect you as a man!”

“She was made to be a queen, just like her mother.”

Protect Myrcella with your life. Defend her... and her rights. Set a crown upon her head.“”

“You’re my princess, right? You were always going to be my princess, no matter what you were born.”

“For dogs we kings should have lions, and for cats, tigers. The great benefits a crown.”

“This marriage had resulted from impulse.”

“The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son is a devil and should not.”

“One does not ask if one likes the Blood Royal. They simply are. It is like asking if one likes the Gods.”

“You are a king worthy of their allegiance . . . with a queen full of fire and promise.”

“The idea that how you are born or the name you are given dictate the sort of person you really are.”

“You seem to think that you can still turn back, but it’s too late. You’ll have to face it, Princess. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but soon enough. And you can’t be this scared when the time comes.”

“Was it worse, she wondered, to be wanted dead or wanted Queen?”

“My royal status is both a shield that protects me and a sword that impales my heart.”

“Respect shouldn't be hereditary; it must be earned.”

“You know, for a pampered princess, you have a certain gift for violence.”

“There is nothing sharper than a well mannered princess’ words.Their true meaning are a mystery.”

“People are born great but yet need to grow into greatness”

“Kings needn’t raise their voices to be heard.”

“She was their witch queen, and they adored her.”

“To be fair, I don't quite see any difference between an assassin and a knight. They both kill people, only one "in the name of Honour '' and the other is just a "monster"

“Crowns belong to those that serve.”

“I have the softness and meekness of a daughter but I also have the boldness and Braveheart of a Son.”

“Will you visit my chambers tonight?”

“A throne won in blood will soon be drenched in it.”

“Even when she's dethroned by hardship, she still wears the sun as a crown.”

“The Princess knew in her heart she is strong, smart, and capable because it is in her blood.”

“There is the matter of succession that has to be settled. You don’t start a reign without settling how it continues.”

“My reign has been anything but traditional. Let’s not start now, shall we?”

“Every girl thinks about growing up in a palace. Few ever ponder living in a cage.”

“Often blessings and burdens comes hand in hand. The bigger the Crown the heavier the burden”

“If stubborness were all that was needed to be a good queen, I'd rule the world.”

“Some girls have a frightening killer instinct. Don't let the ball gowns fool you.”

“You don't turn your back on your destiny.”

[femculiar]

Alys Rivers HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — 2.06 "Smallfolk"

[treheks]

what's the mood in this side of the fandom. what's vibing.

[treheks]

hello, knockin on this door.

[ohisms]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[helenaus]

Oddly enough, Helaena had found some peace between the trees. Their tall branches hung over her head in a canopy, concealing the tops of the towers from her view, as well as their decay. Aside from this godswood, Harrenhal was a place of dread. The silence here seemed to ease her mind in the pale, cold morning: her thoughts always flowed in a calmer rhythm where it was quiet, and the images running through her brain would feel just a little less overwhelming. The Stranger lingered within the castle walls as if at home, but the green land breathed life into her lungs outside.

Still, at night, her dreams were haunted with visions of destruction. The sky aflame, a wall of water threatening to drown the world, the loud shrieking of wounded dragons ringing through her ears. Gods, when was the last time she’d ever slept easily? Helaena remembered waking up to a cold sweat on her brow, clinging to her skin as though she had a fever… but the maids had washed her, and the color had returned to her cheeks as she stepped out in the sunlight.

There was a power in these woods. Helaena had been raised in the Faith of the Seven, yet she could feel the primal and godlike energy in the air, the leaves rustling as though the old gods were singing a song in some ancient language she did not know. When the dark-haired woman approached her, the words had flown from her lips before the queen could restrain them. Her question made her hesitate, and for a moment she just chewed her lip, wondering.

“Can you tell them apart?” She asked with genuine curiosity, observing the way she touched her pendant. There was magic in this woman. Helaena had sensed something different about her… something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, and yet whatever it was, she seemed to be far more in control of it than Helaena was with her visions. With a mournful sigh, she added: “Truth, to me, has been an empty echo. Nobody wants to hear it."

[treheks]

Alys   stood   at   the   edge   of   the   godswood,   her   eyes   watching   Helaena   with   a   quiet   that   seemed   almost   woven   from   the   mist   itself.   The   morning   was   still,   save   for   the   slow   dance   of   leaves   stirred   by   the   wind   and   the   hush   of   breath   between   two   women   who   saw   the   world   through   lenses   no   others   could   bear.   Her   fingers   drifted   to   the   pendant   resting   against   her   chest   —   carved   bone,   old   as   Harrenhal,   older   maybe   —   and   she   tilted   her   head   as   though   listening   to   something   only   she   could   hear.

“I   can   tell   them   apart,”   Alys   answered,   her   voice   low   and   rough   like   wind   scraping   stone.   “But   not   always   at   once.   Sometimes   they   wear   each   other’s   faces.   The   ones   who   whisper   and   the   ones   who   scream   —   they   don’t   take   turns,   my   lady.   They   overlap.”   Her   gaze   did   not   leave   Helaena.   “You   know   this   already.   You   see   them.”

She   stepped   closer,   her   bare   feet   soundless   over   the   moss-covered   earth.   The   ancient   trees   loomed   above   them   like   forgotten   gods,   and   she   reached   out   to   touch   the   bark   of   one,   fingers   trailing   along   its   gnarled   surface.   “There   is   truth   in   the   echo,”   she   said,   after   a   long   silence.   “But   only   for   those   who   are   not   afraid   of   silence.   You   speak   it,   and   they   call   you   mad.   I   speak   it,   and   they   call   me   cursed.   But   it’s   the   same   truth.   It   only   frightens   them   because   it   does   not   bend.”

She   looked   back   to   Helaena,   her   expression   unreadable   but   not   unkind.   “The   dragons   shriek   in   your   dreams   because   the   world   you   were   promised   is   burning.   The   wave   comes   because   your   kin   have   cracked   the   foundations   of   it.   That   is   no   madness.   That   is   knowing   what   others   choose   not   to   see.”   Alys   moved   to   sit   beside   the   younger   woman   beneath   the   heavy   boughs,   folding   herself   like   shadow   into   shadow.   “The   old   gods   do   not   lie.   They   do   not   comfort,   either.   But   they   listen.   If   you   ask   them   your   question   again,   they   will   answer.   In   root   and   flame   and   storm,   they   will   show   you   what   comes.”

[femculiar]

Alys Rivers HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — 2.06 "Smallfolk"

[notmorbid]

briefly, a delicious life.

dialogue prompts from briefly, a delicious life by nell stevens.

you don't even know what 'permanent' means.

how can i persuade you to stay?

you can ask me anything you want.

i'm not scared. i've never been scared in my life.

why are you being sweet? what do you want?

i remember you telling me about this place.

i'm fine. i can take care of myself.

we're friends now, aren't we?

i'm probably not going to become a _____.

who are you, really?

i've never seen anyone like you.

nobody has ever been so much like themselves as you are.

life and death are made of the same stuff.

life is very little, and death is very large.

shall we go back to bed?

you never looked away from me.

i'm dreaming. i must be dreaming.

some things there are no names for.

i don't have the patience to wait to be a widow.

being worried about someone makes you angry with them, after a while.

it would not be true to say i have friends, exactly.

your days are numbered, you weak-hearted bastard.

what's different with you?

do you want me to talk to you about sex?

my little black cloud.

i missed all the warning signs.

did you have the last word?

i know how to care for my own child.

what sort of _____ are you?

sometimes, the opposite of cowardice is playfulness.

i don't understand why i am here alone.

i am resolutely refusing to worry.

this could be the best day of my life.

i can't tell you the word. it's too wicked.

whatever you want to do is the right thing.

i'll tell you everything you want to know.

please don't let me die.

i was sure you had died.

you are not unlike a wet blanket.

why are you doing this if you're so scared?

you look like a vision.

if i think about it, there'll be no unthinking it.

i imagine heaven involves a lot of good seafood.

never anticipate. never hope. just be.

you're the most interesting thing that's ever happened to me.

if i believed in hell, it would be a place where nothing happened.

i can't believe in anything eternal.

you have no grace.

you should be careful. people might talk.

i don't remember what it felt like to care.

i want to give people something to talk about.

we could play dead. just for a little while.

you're the only one who really means what you say.

the only hope is to keep going.

you have so much life left to get through.

don't you want to stay here forever?

are you going to eat that _____?

i want my mother.

where did you go? what did you do?

[treheks]

i talked about this with a few people but alys being a nursemaid basically her whole life and her desire to have a child after the slain of her family is such a narrative i love for my alys at least.

[hikarielizabethbloom]

[treheks]

oh no, netflix jsut randomly put cobra kai for me again ahahahah oh no i guess i shall watch.

[calirph]

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 (𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄.)

All   sentences   are   taken   from   a pinterest search of spicy and romantic quotes and scenarios and places.   Change   names,   pronouns,   locations   as   you   see   fit.   This is a NSFT meme, please tag accordingly as well minors, do not approach this.

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

You should always wear my clothes.

Loving me is a one-way road, sweetheart. You can never go back. You can never fall out of love or any of that shit. It's permanent and it's for life.

I don't want you to go.

I was having the best dream.

The truth, princess, is I came back knowing this was what I signed up for. To see you every day and not be able to touch you. Kiss you. Claim you.

This stops when you say so.This doesn't even start unless you say so.

You fucked me so good i almost said i love you.

You're worth starting a war for.

Are you ever going to kiss me?

I want you. I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Safe. When I'm with you I feel so safe.

You were always meant to be mine, Cecily.

So fucking weak when it comes to you.

Some nights I lay in bed and imagine what I'd be doing if you were with me.

𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

Warm me up.

What do I taste like?

You should be a sin.

Every inch of you. Perfect. Don't hide from me.

If you could see yourself from my view. Fucking beautiful.

I'm going to ruin you.

You called me your girl.

You deserve better, because you're my good girl.

You make me so proud.

love the way you taste.

I just miss you all the time. I never stopped loving you, not even for a second

 I never stopped wanting you. I want you now so bad.

I’m going to eat you up.

Please, baby, I've been such a good girl... I've waited a whole week for this. Don't I deserve a reward for my patience?

I've been such—a good boy.

I'll do things you'll never forget.

If you can still walk, Then we're not finished.

You smell like you want to get fucked.

I want you my mouth.

I want you to look at yourself asI take you.

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

You have me twisted up, woman. So fucking twisted up.

I don't think I could quit you if I tried.

If I find out you've let some man touch you, I will deliver his hands to you in a box.

I don't share. Not when it comes to you.

Did you fucking touch her?

I'm jealous of every person you smile at...Every laugh I don't hear.

I don't give a fuck what the original terms of our arrangement were.

Are you gonna fuck her?

You say we're just friends.But friends don't know the way you taste.

Use your words baby.

Just like that princess.Good girl.

Aren’t I your good girl/good boy? Don’t I deserve it?

Does it feel like this when he fucked you?

Was his cock this big?

Was she ever this wet for you?

𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧

 You won't believe how many naughty fantasies I've had about you/us.

Lift your hips for me, love.

Like I'll burst into flames if I'm not tasting you. Kissing you. Fucking you.

I love the way you make love...but I need the way you fuck me.

Sh. Just a little more. That’s it.

Tell me why I can't stop thinking about you. Hmm? What the fuck did you do to me?

I'm gonna touch you now because I need to.

I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it's racing because of me, because you want me.

You keep your eyes on me.

Friends don't make each other feel like this.

I just can't trust words... But I can believe in what I feel with my body.

You know I'm the only one who can make you feel like this.

You are.You're the only one.

I know you're being a brat just because you want to be choked.

My breath just made you quiver. Can you imagine what my tongue will do.

You don't need kisses, you need volcanic eruptions in your mouth.

You don't need caresses, you need furrows burying in deeply until you shiver.

Maybe I should get down on my knees and worship you. I'm gonna undress you. Vulgarize you a bit.

Why you so wet already.

I want everyone in this town to hear you beautiful.

Be a good girl and spread your legs.

You're taking it so good.

Bite me babe, You make me love the pain.

If you can still walk, Then we're not finished.

I will be rough with you in so many sweet ways.

I'll be a good girl for you.

I can't wait to taste you and hear you moan my name.

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 / 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞

My heart is too big for just one of you.

We're happier with you.

I think you're cute can I bring you home to my wife?

We're in this together.

Together or not at all.

I want to be with both of you.

We can't deny our chemistry.

There's two of us and one of you, and whenever we feel like it, we can be three. That's love too, you know.

Look at her. She is so fucking gorgeous with her head back, tongue open, waiting for our cum.

I need you to use your words, baby. Tell me you want two cocks inside your greedy pussy.

If someone propositions you, tell them we'll both be free in an hour.

I'm clingy and possessive of both of you

I can’t imagine living without any one of you!

Their attitude to your affections is simple: they are happy to share, so long as they get to partake.

Join us. Even if just for tonight.

You like him. I can share him with you. 

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

You can control what I wear... what I eat... who I talk to.

You're mine. Say you're mine.

I could corrupt you. It would be so easy.

You're mine, not anyone else's, fucking mine. Now, beg and say my name.

Fuck me like you mean it.

But I'm done giving you freedom. You don't get to act like you don't belong to me.

Remember. In public, you're my princess, but in private, you're my whore.

Bite my neck and press your hips into me.

Let another man touch you, Jules, and you'll find out just how easily I can take a man's life as I can save one.

Lift up your dress.

That's right, your God. Worship at my alter, baby.

Run. If I catch you, I fuck you.

Touch yourself and call out my name.

It’s all yours, sweetheart. Come and taste it.

Say you are mine. You won’t come until you do. 

Look how you are shaking, baby. I haven’t even fucked you.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

Do you know, you're a little devil?

Stop pretending you are not thinking about me.

Playing too many little games might get you in trouble, princess.

If you're not gone in ten seconds, then your decision has been made.

I need you, Reed. Don't make me beg.

I know what you want, but I love to hear you beg.

You don't need pleasure, you need shivers.

I'll make you shiver. From the touch of my fingers.

You have dark little thoughts, Don't you?

Do I look good like this? 

Tell me how it feels. 

Be as loud as you want. Let them hear you.

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬

When they push your chin up to kiss you.

Slow missionary with lots of tongue down their throat.

When it's so good you're shaking.

When they hold onto your hips and push themselves deeper into you.

When you tell them to stop, and they ask "what? this?" and they keep going.

Being pushed against a wall and kissed.

You can't f*ck the brat out of her but it's fun to try.

Being told "I want to hear you come.

Their teeth scraping your back as they take you from behind.

When you're on top of him teasing him and he suddenly flips you over because he can't take it anymore.

Knowing you could get caught at any moment.

The sound of his belt coming off.

The first, slow kiss that makes you horny as hell.

When she begs you to stop but you keep eating her out until she comes.

When he shakes as you keep sucking every drop of him.

When they cover your mouth.

Being pinned down.

Girls that get wet just from having someone touching their thighs.

When they pin your hands above your head and take complete control.

The way his voice shakes when you're in control.

Getting pushed against the cold wall with your hands pinned above your head.

That smirk they wear when they leave you begging for more.

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭

In the bedroom.

Bended over by the desk.

In a dark alley.

In a hallway, near a party.

In the bathroom.  

In someone else’s bed. 

In a room where anyone can walk in.

In a throne room.

By the sea.

Near a cliff on the beach.

In a balcony. 

In front of other people. 

In the morning as breakfast is made. 

Against a door.

Pushing them to a wall.

[treheks]

i think it would be funny if alys just gets aemond to do things at times because she mentions daemon did them with her.

[withouthonour]

the king consort. the title had aemond’s anger flaring, barely kept under a carefully constructed mask of calm he wears. aegon is king, or perhaps was, now that he’s disappeared somewhere not even aemond knows where. so perhaps now it is aemond who should be considered more than prince regent in his brother’s stead, especially now that he wears his brother’s crown. “he will not be able to stay away no doubt,” he commented idly in answer to the cryptic riddle she spoke. he is not unused to the riddles or the cryptic lines of speech, helaena spoke in them often enough, though it did not bring him any more understanding of their meanings. certainly not to these brought by the bastard woman before him. “who i place here has yet to be decided. mayhaps someone loyal to my brother’s claim and cause once this is all over.” perhaps himself if he feels so inclined to stay, to erase the memory of house strong from this place.

“i do not make promises i do not intend to keep.” this was no promise, and certainly not one to he could keep even if he made it one. this was war, and while he held harrenhal now, who knew what would come in the days and weeks ahead? aemond would hold to harrenhal as long as he could, and would not vacate it unless if would prove useful in his hunt for daemon, and perhaps even then he would still keep it. his eye narrowed on the cup offered to him, unsure if he should accept the tea from her. If he could even believe that it was only just tea. “even watching you why should i believe you would not poison it? you could gain much and more from my death, i am sure.”

[treheks]

Alys   tilted   her   head,   the   firelight   catching   in   her   dark   eyes   as   if   it   burned   from   within   her.   She   stood   by   the   hearth   of   Harrenhal’s   great   hall,   the   ancient   stones   breathing   in   the   silence   that   lingered   between   her   and   the   one-eyed   prince.   The   crown   upon   his   head—the   prince   regent   they   call   him,   but   he   carries   himself   like   an   uncrowned   king—sat   like   a   dare.

She   did   not   curtsy.   She   never   had.   "You   speak   of   thrones   and   titles   like   they   are   stone,"   she   murmured,   voice   low   and   cool   as   the   mist   off   the   lake.   "Yet   stone   crumbles,   Prince.   And   the   river   keeps   flowing   no   matter   what   name   a   man   carves   into   its   banks."

Poisoned   tea.   Alys   gave   a   soft   laugh   at   that,   dry   and   amused,   though   it   held   no   mirth.   "I   need   not   poison   you   to   gain,"   she   said,   stepping   forward   with   the   cup   still   held   between   them.   "Men   destroy   themselves   far   quicker   than   any   draught   I   could   brew.   You   are   already   burning.   It   is   only   a   matter   of   when   you   notice   the   smoke."   She   watched   him—truly   watched   him.   Not   with   awe   or   fear,   but   with   the   calm   knowledge   of   someone   who   had   seen   generations   come   and   go   in   this   cursed   place.   Her   voice   dropped   lower   still,   the   rhythm   of   it   like   the   rustle   of   dead   leaves.

"You   speak   of   placing   someone   here   when   it   is   over.   But   tell   me,   Aemond,   is   it   ever   truly   over?   Harrenhal   remembers.   You   may   cast   House   Strong   into   shadow,   but   the   shadow   will   linger.   Even   in   your   silence.   Even   in   your   triumph."

She   offered   the   cup   once   more,   not   insistently.   Only   holding   it,   as   though   offering   a   choice   that   mattered   little   to   her.   "Drink   or   don’t.   It   is   only   tea.   Bitter,   like   truth.   But   truth   has   never   killed   a   man   before   his   time."   Her   lips   curled   at   the   corners,   something   ancient   behind   the   smile.   "And   your   time,   Prince…   is   not   yet   come."