#Viserys x Alicent

[alicent-targaryen]

ALICENT WEEK 2023 ▸ Favorite Trait (Kindness)

[thefudge]

The AU that dares to ask: what if Viserys was really good at sex?

(alicent/viserys)

[lynmeril]

Same energy

[thesilverlady]

do you have any book!alicent/book!viserys headcanons?

I never thought I'd see the day of anyone asking me 🥺 Buckle up anon, I definitely have some!

book!Alicent & book!Viserys headcanons

1) With Alicent becoming the old King's companion and with Viserys being named heir before Jahaerys death, the two definitely were in each other's presence and that's how they started having interest to one another

2) Viserys and Alicent started interacting waaay before Aemma passed away. Remember that rumor about Daemon, taking Alicent's virginity? or that other rumor about Alicent having affair with Old King when he was ill? Yeah, those affairs were actually her and Viserys.

3) Both of them came up with ways for Alicent to interact with little Rhaneyra befohand, so when the announcement of their engaged would be officially made, she wouldn't be shocked or outrageous.

4) Alicent is the only person Viserys shared his feelings about the loss of his dragon, balerion. Alicent comforted him by reminding being a targaryen is more than having a dragon. His reign as a king would be a proof of his worth. Not his dragon.

5) They definitely bonded over the sense of otherness; Alicent had not a single drop of Valyrian blood and that added pressure - especially when the alternative bride for Viserys was the beautiful Laena Velaryon. Meanwhile, Viserys was nothing like his brother nor his father. He was never a warrior and would never be.

6) During Alicent's first pregnancy Viserys had a big fear of her having a miscarriage. Despite the reassurance from the maesters he appointed one to always be near Alicent in any case. Her and Viserys bonded over their excitement for the babe and Alicent encouraged him with the idea that she'd bear a son. During the final months, Viserys had taken up to telling Alicent and her belly old Valyrian stories and songs.

7) Speaking of Valyrian, somewhere before Aemmas' death when their interactions were made to be very circumspect, Alicent started learning some words and sentences in Valyrian to surprise him. He was very fluttered and eager to help her with learning.

8) While Alicent and Rhaenyra became more antagonistic over the years, Viserys tried to remain neutral and keep the peace. There were many moments however where unintentionally he'd end up leaning more towards one's side. That would usually be Alicent, which as a result would create a gap between him and his daughter.

9) At some point, Alicent was insecure that eventually Viserys' eyes would start to wander to other ladies. After all the court didn't lack beautiful women. And if he couldn't remain completely faithful (even emotionally) to his first wife, what would stop him now? Alicent had given him son and he hadn't made any of the heirs. In her mind that meant her children hardly provided the security she had originally thought to have. Of course all the worries were for nothing. Viserys never looked any other woman the way Alicent had feared and he never wasted a single day to not remind her how beautiful she was.

10) As it was typical, Alicent was raised to be proper and dutiful. She never expected Viserys to not only continue having interest in her after bearing children but to often displays his affection. Alicent loves it when he holds lavish tournaments and celebrations in her and their children's honor.

[alicenthightowerrp]

(A challenge for rp)

THE DAY OF CHANGE

THE KING IS DEAD LONG LIVE THE QUEEN

Alicent stared into the mirror; thankfully the lack of title allowed her the freedom of an empty chamber as she dismissed the servants without thought. The days of mourning had been long and had began to drain Alicent of her energy as ever her mind raced with many thoughts. The change that came with the death of a King - her King, had too many variables. There was too much at stake if anything were to go wrong or even if the whims of certain people changed. Alicent scoffed to herself, it seemed her life was dictated by those whims.

Those delicate, ringed hand of hers reached for the goblet of wine as she fought of the nerves threatening to overtake her. Now was not the time to make mistakes. It took Alicent a moment to realise the gold, wedding ring that had been on her finger for decades now. She leaned closer; her other hand moving to grasp it before gently tugging it off her hand. It was the first time since her wedding day that Alicent took the symbol, of her marriage off. The sound of the ring falling onto the dresser echoed in the empty chambers.

In the end - it all seemed to mean nothing, she thought to herself whilst watching the ring move in circles before falling silent and still. If only she herself felt calm and still as she heard the beats of her heart in her ear. Alicent's head rested on the chair as she looked towards the window; the bright sun taking control of the sky before she noted the bed. A shiver ran down her spine at the sight of it. The memories of her own wedding night; the fear that had trapped her and something she would never admit to, but the fear had not left her for longer than needed. Her hand reached for the ring as her grip only tightened on it. The nails pierced her soft palm but Alicent gave no reaction as she stared outside her window that had once seemed appealing to jump from. The next day, the maester's had told her she was with child. With Aegon.

Aegon had saved her life in equal measure that he destroyed as well. Her fate was sealed in that moment - a fate she still wondered how it would end, as well as her darling boy. Still, she had faith that he would not walk without care into a trap. Alicent herself had already begun such preparations with sadly the participation of Larys Strong. Being the Queen had given her a certain protection that would now be absolute. Gracefully, Alicent moved to stand; her hand still clutching the ring in her palm. The nails causing indents in her usual soft skin. Still, Alicent gave no mind - the pain hardly existed with such an act now. It was not long before she stood in front of the large window; the sun shining on her as she took control.

In one move, the ring was thrown out. It made no sound as it moved through the air until falling into the gutter. A smirk stretched on her face at such a thought, Viserys would be ash soon - and she was still here, no matter the amount of babes he forced on her. Her hand reached for the large, seven pointed necklace resting on her chest. It was one of her largest ones; a gift from her father on the day of her mother's funeral. It gave her a moment of strength but alas, it never stayed for long. Nothing ever did, she thought to herself whilst playing with the skirts of her dress - pushing them down to be more presentable. Her hands slowly moved up the arms that were usually covered but now were on show, as if free.

The green shade gave her some comfort but if she was honest with herself, it seemed to not give her the strength it usually did. The conflicting nature had her hand reaching for her head if only for a moment as a soft ping of pain came over her. "Your grace." Ser Cole's voice from outside her chambers called in and her head snapped to the side. "It is nearly time." The knight continued as Alicent bowed her head. Of course, time seemingly stopped for nobody, not even a King.

"Yes..of course." Alicent spoke for nearly the first time that moment; her hand reached for the goblet of wine once more and not so gracefully took the wine in gulps as if that were to calm her nerves. It was no wonder Aegon leaned into such devices still Alicent shook her head as if to remove her children from her thoughts. It would only cause her more distress. No, she had to make her move and plan ahead if they were to survive. If she were to survive. It was obvious of Rhaenyra's softness towards Helaena..a large part of Alicent knew it was easier for her children to survive this than herself. A selfish part of her desired to live, she did not want to die. It was that thought that had Alicent's hand going to her neck.

The thought shocked her. It had been a long time since she had desired to live and now it only confused her. The day of Viserys' farewell seemed to be clouding her judgement and thoughts, Alicent had to get a handle of herself and quickly. There was no time for such thoughts and desires. The once Queen reached for the gold hair pin and slowly placed it on her thick locks that were elegantly up in braids. It had been a moment of peace as she allowed the servants to do such things. "Your grace.." Cole's voice entered the room once more as she leaned close to her candles and blew them out. "Yes, I am ready." As soon as those words fell from her lips; the door of her chambers slowly opened.

It was as if it was her wedding again; thoughts of confusion and fear of the changes ahead grabbed her and tightened around her body. As she once did as a young girl, Alicent stepped forward and her head was held high as she began to walk to the unknown once more.

[welldonebeca]

Mr Targaryen - One-shot

Summary: Alicent bonds with Viserys when they both feel pushed aside by Rhaenyra. She never realised how good of an afternoon company he was. AKA: How it all started.

“You are right,” dad smiled softly, looking at her. “It is a really beautiful dress.”

Alicent looked down at herself, running her hands over her dress.

It was a really pretty dress.  A little short, but so pretty!

Mrs Targaryen had given it to her months ago with other clothes, before she passed.

She was much nicer than other dying people, with all her gifts and her stories. Alicent had never gotten so many clothes and books from a single person at once and so many times.

“I’m sure Rhaenyra will love to see it,” he told her. “It might raise her from bed.”

She fidgeted with her fingers.

Rhaenyra was… weird. Since Mrs Targaryen died, it felt like she was just stewing in her grief – which would be normal for the first month of losing someone, but half a year?

She didn’t call a lot anymore.

Actually, she didn’t want to do anything anymore. She wouldn’t go out or call Alicent. She skipped school all the time.

Honestly, Alicent didn’t know how she was going to graduate like that.

She barely even left bed when she visited.

But dad told her to always visit, even if Rhaenyra was a terrible host.

Oh, maybe Alicent could braid her hair before going.

Rhaenyra liked having her hair braided, and she loved matching looks with her.

“Here,” dad spoke, putting something on his desk before she could leave to go do that.

A travel bottle of perfume?

“I thought you might like it,” he offered her a smile. “Try it. I’ll buy you a full one if you do.”

Alicent reached for it eagerly, spraying some on her neck and her wrists.

Oh, it smelled so good.

“Thank you,” she spoke quickly. “I like it very much.”

Dad didn’t give her a lot of gifts, not outside of important dates – he always called Rhaenyra spoiled because her parents did so to her.

He just nodded.

“Go get your things,” he told her, looking back to his computer. “We’ll leave in a minute, I just need to get this done with.”

She rushed to her bedroom, sitting down to braid her hair back, and put on the pretty earrings Rhaenyra gave her for her birthday.

Read the rest on AO3.

[alleyskywalker]

NEW FIC: Enough (Alicent-centric)

Title: Enough Fandom: House of the Dragon Characters/Pairings: Alicent/Criston, Alicent/Rhaenyra, Alicent/Viserys, Alicent/OMC Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 1,554 Summary: Three times when Alicent was confused by some of her feelings (or lack thereof) and once when it didn't matter.

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[artnoonewants]

Poor delusional Viserys 😔

[fshfish]

house of the dragon x the unequal marriage (vasili pukirev)

[aemondwive]

The way EVERYONE was happy about Joffrey's birth... baby Joff you will always be loved!

[ophelieverse]

when my girl talks,you listen to her!

[alicent-targaryen]

ALICENT HIGHTOWER & VISERYS I TARGARYEN ▸ House of the Dragon, 1.5

[thefudge]

Hey not to pressurize you or anything but will you or are you planning to write anything Alicent x Otto or Alicent x Aegon fics anytime soon ??? Because I absolutely loved your last Alicent x Otto fic and am craving for more smut between them. And I hope you have a great day !!! Thanks 😊😊

thanks! i'm really glad you like those fics! i've actually been thinking about another otto/alicent oneshot, but my mind has also kind of been craving to write.....viserys/alicent + otto/alicent, i have a particular AU in mind. i will probably leave it for january/february tho. we'll see!

[dyingroses]

House of the Dragon (s1) + text posts and stuff

[thesilverlady]

Is true that book!Rhaenyra cares about Visery's well-being and book!Alicent doesn't.?

book!Rhaenyra definitely loves him despite Viserys threatening to no longer have her as his heir and forcing her to marry the worst possible choice of man.

When Viserys hurt himself on the throne, Rhaenyra brought her own trusted maester to ensure his recovery and look after him.

Now as for Alicent... depends on the interpretation I suppose. I know there's the theory that she was slowly killing him but that's all it is, a theory.

Multiple times Viserys' health is being described to slowly decline so I don't think there's a "killer" here.

I personally do think Alicent cared for him, and even loved him at the early years of their marriage.

[bumblesimagines]

Burning Love

Request: Yes or No

Summary: As the eldest son and heir to the Iron Throne, Prince (Y/N) Targaryen has many responsibilities; most of which his darling sister hopes to share with him one day.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

TW/CW: Targcest/Incest (Full-blooded Brother-Sister), Aemma lives!! and Alicent is not a childbride, mentions of stillbirths and miscarriages (Aemma's pregnancies)

Collecting HOTD oneshots like pokemon cards at this point

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It was known that Targaryens had... questionable traditions. Traditions those with outsider perspective could only force themself to understand.

There was the act of putting a dragon egg in the cradle of a babe and hoping the egg would hatch sometime soon after to ensure the babe was bonded to a loyal protector they'd grow up alongside of; a tradition started by Rhaena Targaryen, eldest daughter of King Aenys I and Queen Alyssa Velaryon. Targaryens were Dragonriders, bonded with the very beasts they used to conquer the lands and pull them all into one kingdom (with the exception of Dorne, of course). They cremated their dead, a custom from Old Valyria, often with the help of a dragon belonging to their closest kin. 

And of course, the most infamous and often looked down upon custom, wedding kin to kin. Another custom from Old Valyria that many followers of the Seven turned their cheek upon, for they found the act of wedding siblings to siblings and so forth (apart from cousin to cousin) a sin. Faithful followers could voice their complaints as much as they wished, but Targaryens were kings, queens, princes, and princesses. Nobody could or would stop them from keeping their bloodline pure if they so wished. 

Descending from a long, historic, and proud family, Rhaenyra grew up listening and learning the tales of those who'd come before her. Aegon the Conquer and his faithful sister-wives, Rhaenys and Visenya; the many rebellions and fighting brought on during the lives of King Aenys I and King Maegor the Cruel; The Old King Jaehaerys who'd chosen her father, Viserys, as heir over his own late heir's daughter, Rhaenys; and of course, the histories written during the early stages of her father's reign. 

Her beloved older brother had been two when King Jaehaerys named their father heir and three when their father ascended the throne whilst their beautiful mother, Aemma Arryn, carried her in the womb. The fourth person to ever hold little Rhaenyra in their arms had been her brother, closely supervised by their parents and the maester attending the birth, of course. With a healthy son and daughter, Viserys and Aemma hardly needed for more children, but they tried anyway. Their attempts never carried to term, however, and any little ones that did were either stillborn or died mere hours or days after birth. 

Still, Rhaenyra never needed for any more siblings. Her brother was enough, in her humble opinion. He cared for her diligently, especially during their younger years when he eagerly wished to play with her, even if it meant the two of them being gently scolded at the end of the day for dirting Rhaenyra's dresses with mud and dirt. (Y/N) treated her as his equal, even showing her how to use a wooden sword when he began his training and helping prepare her for dragon-riding on Syrax. His own mount hardly needed much training in the Dragonpit, for the mighty Vermithor's first rider had been the Old King.

As time passed, the siblings were forced apart more often than Rhaenyra enjoyed. She'd made up her mind long ago that she and (Y/N) would one day be wed, and she'd be his formidable sister-wife. Their parents merely chuckled about it when she'd first told them at the age of seven, her squeaky voice and flushed cheeks only drawing cooing from Aemma and sweet smiles from Viserys. The absence of her brother had been stark, his time taken up by training, studying, and spending time with the Small Council, but Alicent Hightower had quickly taken his spot as Rhaenyra's companion. 

However, in due time, (Y/N) became man-grown, and while Rhaenyra quickly followed with her flowering, as heir and prince, (Y/N) became the most eligible bachelor in all of Westeros. It took time for it to become apparent to Rhaenyra but her eyes and ears opened when she heard their parents speaking of it. Many families, highborn and lowborn, offered their daughters through letters or visits to Kings Landing. Lannisters, Baratheons, Starks, Brackens, Blackwoods, Tullys, and plenty more came forth. Even Otto Hightower made a passing comment about wedding Alicent to him. It was infuriating.

"In truth, I do not understand your irritation, Rhaenyra," Alicent spoke gently, her slender fingers working on embroidery. A flower she'd seen in the gardens, or something along those lines. Rhaenyra hadn't truly been paying attention to her dear friend. She'd been too focused on silently fuming at the sight of her brother showing one of the highborn ladies around the Red Keep. Every giggle, every blush, every bat of her eyelashes made Rhaenyra tick. "It's wonderful to watch one's brother fall in love."

"You wouldn't understand, Alicent." Rhaenyra sighed. "It is like the love King Jaeherys and the Good Queen Alysanne had."

Alicent faltered at her words, her head lifting to eye her friend with a small grimace. "You do remember our lessons, correct? King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne had to wed in secret, for they knew that not even their mother approved in fear of another uprising from the Faith. Nobody has made a fuss over your parents since they are cousins, but who knows what may happen if you wed (Y/N)."

"(Y/N) is everything King Jaehaerys was, Alicent. He is beloved by the Realm." Rhaenyra reminded her friend with a small smile, pushing herself off the cushioned seats and smoothing her hands over the front of her dress. Her earrings swung slightly when she tilted her head slightly to the side, the ends of them brushing against her shoulders. Her eyes tracked (Y/N) as he lifted the lady's hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles before departing. "He will be a good king, and if I could prove it, I would be a good queen. His queen." Her feet began moving automatically. 

"Rhaenyra," The name tumbled out of Alicent's mouth, her hands fumbling with the items in hand. "Where are you going?"

Bunching up the skirt of her dress in her hands, Rhaenyra grinned over her shoulder and chuckled at the concerned look on Alicent's features that only grew at the sight of her mischievous glint. "To speak with my brother!" 

With a goal in mind, Rhaenyra entered the castle and followed the distant figure of her brother as he cut down hallways with long strides until he reached his bedchambers. Rhaenyra took a moment to herself to catch her breath and rake her fingers through her long silver locks before she approached the doors and nodded for the guards to open them. She stepped inside, a smile appearing across her lips when (Y/N) turned to look at her. 

"My favorite sister," (Y/N) cooed, taking a seat at his desk and unrolling a letter. Rhaenyra rolled her eyes in return, clasping her hands together behind her back and taking small steps toward him. He skimmed the contents of the letter, his face giving away nothing of what it spoke of. "Is there something you require, Nyra, or are you suffering from boredom? I have plenty of lords and ladies who'd be happy to keep you busy." 

Rhaenyra scoffed quietly and (Y/N) gave a small grin. "I hear Father is urging you to find a wife."

"The Small Council is urging him to urge me, more like. They believe it is time to begin having children. Seeing as Father and Mother had great difficulty, they wish for me to have an heir by the time I ascend the throne to ensure there won't be issues later on." (Y/N) explained, coiling the letter back up and pulling out a blank paper. He dipped his quill in ink and began writing. "Otto has been... more friendly as of recently. He speaks incredibly highly of Lady Alicent." 

"You'd tell me if you were interested in someone, wouldn't you?" Rhaenyra reached over the desk to pluck the quill from his fingers, setting it aside and raising her brows at him. (Y/N) slumped back in his seat and laced his fingers over his midsection, a hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes. Rhaenyra rounded the table and without thinking twice, she plopped down on his thigh. 

"Nyra,"

"You know as well as I do who you should wed, (Y/N). I know what a good queen should be, and I do not care about status or riches like the families of those ladies do. We have the blood of the dragon in our veins. Nobody would truly understand us." Rhaenyra spoke softly, her bottom lip slightly jutting out as she placed her palm over his cheek. His own hands unlaced, one moving to press against her back. 

"The Small Council-"

"Fuck the Small Council." Rhaenyra huffed, earning a quiet chuckle from her brother. "You are the prince, the heir. Whatever it is you choose, they must deal with it. It is their job to counsel, to offer their advice and opinions, not to dictate what you do. We could mount Syrax and Vermithor and fly elsewhere to wed in the customs of Old Valyria." 

A gentle sigh escaped (Y/N), and he leaned forward to press a delicate kiss to Rhaenyra's shoulder. The princess relaxed at the action, her hand moving past his cheek to the back of his head. (Y/N)'s lips curled up. "You are insufferable." He told her with a gentle laugh before leaning in to press their mouths together. He drew back too quickly for Rhaenyra's liking. "But a good ruler is a patient one, Nyra. If you wish for us to wed, or to lay together-" He brushed their lips together teasingly. "-you must wait. Father and Mother will be easy to convince." 

"Does it matter if we wait?" Rhaenyra tilted her head and batted her lashes coyly, the feigned innocence prompting (Y/N) to roll his eyes. She rose from his lap and dropped her hands to his, tugging on them until he stood up from the chair. She smiled widely, devilishly even, and slung her arms around his shoulders. "We will be wed, regardless. It will not matter." 

"I have things I must do, Nyra." (Y/N) gave a heavy sigh and shrugged his shoulders, his hands coming to rest on her waist. "As I said, you must be patient. If you wish to speed things along, you should speak with Mother. She'll always be the key to winning Father over." He told her and planted a kiss on her temple before settling back down on the chair. 

"Will we be like that someday?" Rhaenyra asked softly, stepping out of the way so he could resume his letter. She toyed with the rings along her fingers, the thought of becoming one of those couples who genuinely cared for each other bringing a smile to herself. It was a desire all ladies had. While sons could marry whichever woman of age they desired, ladies had to hope the husbands their fathers or elder brothers chose were good men. She'd seen far too many times the faces of girls her age married and chained to men old enough to be their grandfathers. 

(Y/N) paused his writing and lifted his head to look at her, offering a reassuring smile. "Someday." He nodded. 

"I look forward to it, then."