#rhaenicent x reader

[venusbyline]

Rhaenyra Targaryen & Alicent Hightower — Night Temptation

— summary: It had been Rhaenyra's suggestion to take the three of you to a walk on the Street of Silk, helping you and Alicent with your disguises, going unnoticed by the guards, just as her uncle Daemon had taught her a few moons before.

— pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x best friend!reader x Alicent Hightower

— type: smut

— word count: 2.2k

— tags/warnings: Femslash February, female!reader, young!Rhaenyra, young!Alicent, Criston Cole's younger sister!reader, dubcon, threesome (female/female/female), underage sex, corruption kink, drunk sex, oral sex (female receiving), tribadism, scissoring, fingering, anal play, praise kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Rhaenyra is 17, Alicent is 18 and Reader is 17, loss of innocence, manipulation, breast worship, body worship, nipple licking, religious guilt, sexuality crisis, sexual tension, first time, first kiss, Targcest mentioned (uncle/niece & cousin/cousin), minor Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen, minor Laena Velaryon/Rhaenyra Targaryen, minor Gwayne Hightower/reader, minor Criston Cole/Alicent Hightower, ambiguous/open ending, bisexual!Rhaenyra, bisexual(?)!Alicent, bisexual!reader, Alicent and Viserys never married, Rhaenyra and Laenor never married, dom!Rhaenyra, sub!Alicent, dom!reader, canon divergence. no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

— author's notes: Happy Valentine's Day everybody!!! ❤️💚 Unfortunately here in Brazil we only celebrate "this date" on June 12th hahah. But I hope you guys have fun, even if you're dating someone or if you're single (just like me lmaoo).

— author's notes²: I wanted to post this one-shot and the next bonus one-shot sooner, but there's kinda a summer storm in my town, so the Wi-Fi is lagging sm today 😭😭

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It had been Rhaenyra's suggestion to take the three of you to a walk on the Street of Silk, helping you and Alicent with your disguises, going unnoticed by the guards, just as her uncle Daemon had taught her a few moons before.

The only one of the trio who was afraid and worried throughout the experience was Alicent. The girl could even picture her father cursing her and restricting her routine for an indefinite period of time if he found out what she and her friends were doing secretly at night, instead of using her free time and the constant insomnia to dedicate herself to the Faith of the Seven.

You were not thinking so much about the consequences or dangerous possibilities, being easily convinced by the Targaryen Princess and the new nightlife idea.

During all those hours visiting that brothel and watching the sinful sights taking place in the establishment, all of you remained in your male disguises, drinking many glasses of wine and giggling with excitement at the sexy dancing performances around.

To get back to the Red Keep, you accidentally bumped into Ser Harwin Strong, but the man just sighed in frustration and agreed to keep the girls' forbidden exit like a secret, as long as he could accompany the three of you to ensure your safeties, as you were all a little drunk.

Harwin helped the ladies enter without making too much noise, even though you were all laughing due to random things. He limited himself to giving a gentle scolding before leaving you alone at the Princess Rhaenyra's chambers, already knowing that any arguments would be ignored due to the alcohol consumed.

"My father is going to kill me!" Alicent exclaimed with flushed cheeks, but her voice was kinda euphoric, as she lay down on Rhaenyra's bed even without being invited, you and the Targaryen Princess still laughing after the knight left.

"He is going to kill you only if he finds you out about the whole story..." Rhaenyra pointed out, taking off the hood that hid her silver long hair and removing the pins from her bun. "And he will not find out."

Alicent rolled the eyes, stretching out on the mattress and taking off her hood too, just like you did next, her long red hair getting messy on the white sheets. "Well, we should not really trust him. He can tell your father..." The young Lady pointed at Rhaenyra and then pointed at you. "Or at least tell your brother."

It was your turn to roll eyes, crossing your arms and remaining close to the door, not trusting your legs, feeling so dizzy after the wine that you were sure you would trip if you tried to walk in a straight line, even though you wanted to lie down on the bed.

"Ser Harwin will not tell Criston anything." You mumbled and Rhaenyra smirked listen to your tone, resting her hands on your shoulders to aid your way to the mattress, receiving your hum as gratitude.

As soon as the three friends lay down on the bed, Rhaenyra snuggled you, the one who was most affected by the alcohol's effects, your head on her torso and running one of her hands through Alicent's wavy strands, wanting to calm down any fears that might be bothering her thoughts.

Alicent leaned closer to the Princess's touch, sighing at the good feeling of the long slender fingers caressing her scalp.

As the minutes passed, Rhaenyra felt the need to break the silence. "So what was your favorite parts?"

Her perverted question brought laughter from Alicent and you, Hightower's pale cheeks flushing when the memories left her body warm.

"Oh, that is definitely when we saw that man rubbing his cock between the whore's full breasts." Your explicit response made Alicent slap you on the shoulder, exclaiming your name in disbelief. "Hey! That was horny to watch." You teased her and Rhaenyra agreed.

"One day I will have breasts as big as her." Rhaenyra teased, bouncing her own still-growing breasts.

The redhead grimaced and crossed her arms. "Of course you will, most of the women of your family have always been voluptuous. But I doubt I will ever become like that."

Rhaenyra stroked Alicent's hair again. "Small curves are beautiful too." You agreed, nodding your head and then dropping your gaze to Alicent's almost flat chest, covered by the male tunic, and you felt your mouth going dry for some reason.

"That is a lie. No one finds small breasts hot."

Alicent's self-deprecation was immediately countered by your words. "That is a fucking lie. I find all female bodies hot."

Alicent's big brown eyes widened, and even Rhaenyra was surprised by your sincerity, smirking and sitting up when an idea popped into her lustful mind. "How about we look at each other's bodies?

Although the suggestion seemed crazy when said out loud, you did not even wait for Alicent's response, starting to untie your tunic and following Rhaenyra's movements, whose excitement increased looking at you. The two girls began to undress, Rhaenyra removing the white fabric from herself and revealing round tits with rosy peaks.

When both of you went to take off your pants, Alicent finally whispered in a shaky voice. "I-I do not know if we should do that." Rhaenyra's head and yours turned towards the other girl, a sigh of frustration escaping your lips.

"And why not? You are already eighteen, me and Rhaenyra are already seventeen. We will have to get married to some men soon and we have barely enjoyed anything about your own lives." You did not let her hesitant behaviour hinder your motivation, taking off the pants until Alicent was the only person dressed inside that chambers.

"You do not have to participate with us if you do not want to, Ali. I know the Faith of the Seven says you should not give in to lust before marriage and you also should not have pleasure with someone of the same gender." Rhaenyra's voice was softer, but more manipulative. She opened slightly her legs with false innocence, knowing that her friend's gaze would fall on her cunt with golden hairs.

Alicent swallowed hard, nibbling her fingertips and dividing her attention between watching your breasts or Rhaenyra's cunt. She knew that was wrong for so many reasons. Her father would be furious if he knew she was doing inappropriate things with other girls, especially since one of them was King Viserys' heir. Alicent was supposed to remain pure and chaste for her future husband, however, it was impossible not to want to have fun with you and Rhaenyra as the two of you began to move closer to each other, Rhaenyra's hand grabbing your curves during the kiss.

Alicent had no experience with men — much less with women. She never kissed anyone, at most she shyly flirted a few times with Ser Criston, imagining what it would be like to caress your older brother's dark hair and wondering what his mouth would taste like.

Actually, Alicent Hightower had no experience even with herself. She knew almost nothing about her own body. It was so different from Rhaenyra who had fucked with her own uncle Daemon and her cousin Laena, and also from you who had already lost your maidenhood with her older brother, Gwayne Hightower. Alicent did not even know how to touch herself properly, doing that only twice during her entire eighteen years of life, once on the night Rhaenyra told the details of what it was like to have sex with Laena Velaryon, and the other time a few hours after she lent you a dress and seeing you naked.

However, Alicent had not gotten much pleasure when she did these things, not knowing the right speed to caress her own clit or anything like that.

The young Lady's thoughts were interrupted when she heard sticky noises, turning herself to focus on the sight next to her. Your legs were intertwined with Rhaenyra's, her pale body beneath yours, holding your calf so she could rub her cunt with more pressure against yours, both of you biting your lips to muffle loud moans.

Rhaenyra's nipples that were almost always flat were now hardened, the round and medium mounds bouncing every time she moved faster. Your eyes were closed, hands pressing each side of your friend's waist and helping her.

"Gods..." Alicent let out an almost pathetic whining watching that.

Rhaenyra giggled softly, without stopping the rhythm, but raising her index finger and gesturing for Alicent to come closer, almost like the tales about witches who seduced men with sex.

"Have fun with us, Ali." You purred, opening your eyelids and pinching your own nipples.

Alicent hesitated again for a while longer, the morality not prevailing when the girls' moans began to get louder and echo throughout the room, as well as the sounds of your cores meeting each other.

She gave in to the temptation, tearing off her tunic and untying her pants with a considerably and surprising speed, fearing that her sense would return and she would just leave. Both your and Rhaenyra's attention shifted away from what you were doing, admiring the sight of your introvert friend naked for the first time.

Her breasts were smaller than Rhaenyra's, with light brown and more perky nipples. She had thicker thighs than the Targaryen Princess and larger hips.

You and Rhaenyra gasped in shock.

"Do not you dare do that." The order came out of your mouth in a growl when the redhead tried to cover her chest. Instead of just obeying, Alicent nodded, moving closer to the two of you. She did not know exactly how to act during a situation like this, so she waited for you and Rhaenyra keeping rubbing each other until you reach your first highs.

"Lay on the bed."

Alicent followed the Princess' command, adjusting herself on the part of the mattress in front of her friends. You were both panting and Alicent could not wait to know what was going to come next.

She felt your touch on her thighs, parting her legs and not caring about the way she almost closed them on impulse. You and Rhaenyra shared a knowing gaze, understanding that you were still too drunk to be able to give Alicent a good sex oral. Then, without saying anything, you let Rhaenyra take your place. "Just relax, darling."

The sudden nickname blushed Alicent's cheeks. Rhaenyra bit the lip, noticing how her friend's cunt was already wet. She licked her own thumb and brought it to Alicent's reddish clit, applying circular movements and causing surprised moans. If it had been any other woman, perhaps such a simple caress would not have so much effect, but that was Alicent Hightower's cunt, her pure and innocent best friend Alicent.

"You are so gorgeous..." You praised, moving closer to Alicent hands caressing her pretty little tits, playing with her peaks and getting close enough to lick her pointed them.

"Oh... Oh, Gods!" Alicent practically screamed due to the overstimulation. Rhaenyra was rubbing her clit, realizing that unlike her cousin Laena, who preferred to feel Rhaenyra's fingers caressing her bundle of nerves up and down, Alicent liked more the simplicity of the circular movements, moaning louder when Rhaenyra reached down to rub the other hole too.

Your mouth continued to worship Alicent's body with soft kisses, caressing and squeezing her, until finally passing your tongue along her neck, leaving a love mark on the milky skin. "You look so beautiful. Such a good girl..."

Alicent whined at the compliment and moved her face closer to yours, a silent invitation for you to give her the first kiss of her life. Your hand went to her chin, holding it affectionately and closing the short distance, soft lips colliding in messy ways due to the young Lady's inexperience, which did not mean the kiss was bad.

Quite the opposite. You were enjoying teaching that, your fingers moving her face then she could keep up with your rhythm.

Rhaenyra allowed the two of you to enjoy that intimate and important moment about Alicent's loss of innocence, returning to pleasuring her swollen and neglected bud when she noticed that the redhead was already comfortable enough with the situation to the point that she began to squeeze your curves.

The Princess squatted between the older woman's legs, placing them on either side of her head. Alicent's folds dripped even more during the kiss, and Rhaenyra ran her tongue there, eliciting a surprised moan from Alicent and a chuckle from you.

Neither of you said anything else despite the momentary surprise. You and Alicent continued to kiss and Rhaenyra continued to savor the sweet taste of Alicent, her fingers moving away the tuft of red hair at the top of her crotch, having more space to suck it all. But she did not waste it anyway, licking the drops from her pubic curls. "Seven Hells, what a hot cunt..." Rhaenyra muttered to herself, a part of her wishing Alicent was less of a prude, because in this hypothetical way she could fuck her fingers inside Alicent's core and inside yours at the same time. Wishing her friend did not mind keeping her tight little hole intact. It was a waste to maintain that delicious virgin cunt only to a stupid future husband.

All that was left for the two drunk girls with a big repressed lust was keeping appreciating Alicent's body, respecting those unspoken limits, but which were too obvious to be crossed, not wanting to force her into more anything sexual.

At least just for a while...

[insomniakisses]

As much as i love the idea of alpha Rhaenyra and omega Alicent. The current brainrot of omega reader and omega rhaenyra topping subby! Whiney! Alpha alicent has me chomping at the mother fucking bit.

You know babys leaking pre everywhere the neediest moans and whines escaping her pouty lips as you and rhae tease her and pleasure eachother. 😩

[madame-fear]

I’m heavily in need of writing or reading for Alicent, the young and grown version of her BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITEE

I’m also planning on doing an interactive (??) poll for Rhaenyra x Reader x Alicent where you can choose your options and see who you are staying with. Like, this happens if you choose this option — ykwim?

Anyways,, I need to plot it out properly...

[fastlikealambo]

them grillz making me wanna bring back my mafia! rhaenyra x alicent x reader fic, devour me.

[hauntedfictionland]

❝His dear princess❞

☾︎✰❛❀ Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem! Reader!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jacaerys did not want you, or the vow he was bound to for life. Yet when he makes a big mistake, and potentially loses you for good. He realises just how much you meant to him.

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Bastardphobia, mentions of death and grief, kissing, marrage of convenience and grumpy X sunshine trope, Jace is down bad, flirty!reader, guilt and anxiety and happy ending;)

🪐𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This is one of my first house of the dragon fics ever, so I truly hope it's not too bad. Jacaerys is one of my favourite characters in hotd after Alicent so I really wanted to get his characteristics and behaviour right. Also, I didn't like the way they showed his grief after Luke died, as if he just moved on after two or three days. But overall, I enjoyed writing this:)

Jacaerys was infuriated with you.

You—his betrothed, acted like you owned the castle as soon as you strutted in. Speaking with no formality and a sharpness in your tongue that only infuriated him further. And especially when you did not seem to care for his heritage, who he was. The heir to the iron throne. Yet you acted as if he didn't exist to you. As if he meant nothing to you.

A marriage pact with the martells was only one of convenience. You, a princess of dorne, he, the firstborn son of queen Rhaenyra. Yet, they were stuck in dragonstone, and needed support to match the strength of the green armies. His mother needed this arrangement more than the martells did, and you made that very clear by acting carelessly and so freely, like you were in your own home. By taunting him, sitting at the great council table with your legs on them, a coin in your fingertips and a smirk in your lips. He hated it, he hated especially how good you looked.

He hated being betrothed to you already.

Rhaenyra had told him martells were rather, open and modern people. They took part in adultery even after being married, especially with the consent of their own partner. He did not know how anyone could be okay with such acts. He did not know what to expect when he met you, but it certainly wasn't how you commented on his face, calling him one of a beauty. It was inappropriate, calling a prince by such bold remarks on the first meeting, yet you did not seem to care.

But what edged him to his limit was the day you called him a bastard.

Jacaerys had been worried, he couldn't find you anywhere. Not that he cared, he was just stressed you would create another ruckus. He looked around everywhere, the garden, the great council, the dining hall, your room, even his room, but you were nowhere to be found. His chest tightened, a restlessness growing in his stomach. It seemed he always felt that way without being with you for too long. Not because he missed you—of course, but because he wanted to ensure everything was going smoothly.

He was going around circles, head spinning with a feeling that made him uncomfortable. Where were you? did you flee the castle? or were so bored of him you went to the city to a brothel in search of another man to keep you company. Anger and jealousy filled in his chest at the mere thought of that.

Jacaerys did not seem where he was going, many thoughts inside his head, before he harshly opened a door to the library. And to his surprise, there you were, a book in your hand. ‘Adventures of Aegon the conqueror’, he could read the name of the book by how you were holding it. He felt he could breathe again. By the loud sound of the door opening your head flitted towards him. Your usual smirk growing up your lips. Something that made his heart flutter in a way he didn't want it to. He clenched his jaw, holding his fists in a tight ball.

“Where have you been?” he asks, desperate tone in his voice.

“Ah, Prince Jacaerys.” you smile, closing the book and turning your attention towards him. He hated how your eye lashes fluttered, your hair falling down in just the perfect way. “I've been gaining some Targaryen knowledge, as you can see. Since we are to be married, I thought I should know my husband's family. Don't you think?”

Husband.

That word rose heat to his cheeks, quickly clearing his throat.

“I'm not your husband.” he spoke, in a tone harsher than he intended, “At least not yet anyway.”

You smile wider, making his heart race. He was always a bit stubborn, and uptight. Yet you were always so carefree and light, always so kind with his demise. He didn't know what to make of it all. A curious look grazed upon your face, eyebrows furrowing. You sat up, walking onwards another shelf of books, lips pursued. Before looking at him.

“I have always wondered, hmm,” you say, your finger coming up to your lips, “do tell me prince Jacaerys, is it true that you were born out of wedlock?”

His eyes widened, “What did you say to me?”

You either did not notice the offend and defensiveness in his tone, or simply pretend not to. Turning to look at him, “I mean, all Targaryen children have white hair. Do they not? Even if they did not, none of your formal parents have black, dark hair like yours.”

His breath hitches, all of the insecurities he had contained in a jar of fireflies fled out the second you brought out his hair. A wall rising inside him. You were acting as if you just did not ask the most dangerous question ever. As if it did not matter to you.

“How dare you insinuate such filthy claims?!” his voice rises, almost shouting. Your eyes flicker surprise for a moment, before turning back to the usual stoic look.

“Ah, you are offended.” you state, as if he shouldn't be, “I meant no harm, my prince. I have no problem with you being a bastard. In fact, it only makes you more interesting. The thing I don't like is your distaste for the truth. One should own up to who they are.”

Bastard.

You, called him a bastard. He isn't able to speak for a moment, too tongue—tied. You....think of him this way too? you? he can't hear as you speak further, a ringing in his head. It only intensifies. Only when you start talking about dorne is when he snaps back from his haze.

“And I have thousands of brothers and sisters back in dorne, no one cares ther—”

“I don't care, what you dornish do back there, but here you don't speak to me with filths of a claim.” he grits, his voice cold, “I am the queen's son. And if I hear you say one word about that again, I will see you hanged.” his words held so much malice in them, one would believe it to be true.

Of course, he could never actually do that, the blacks needed martells armies more than ever. His mother couldn't afford them raging war at her and joining the green's side. And, he could never harm you either. It was just a baseless threat, one he said out of anger and insecurity. He immediately regretted it when he saw the look on your face; hurt. But even worse, fear. Before he could even begin to take them back, it was too late. Your spot, where you stood, was already empty.

You had seen him less and less after that. Of course, you were your usual self. Taunting and teasing him, but something was off. Something distant. He hated it. He hated how much he missed it. Your remarks, your witty replies, your cockiness. He wanted it back. He wanted you back.

Next time he sees you, it's in a completely unexpected place. Dragon—pit. He was about to ride on Vermax to patrol the skies, when he stops. There you were, sat on the hard rock, legs swinging at the edge of it and his dragon's head in your hands. You..you were feeding him. “What the hell do you think you're doing?!” he shouts, eye wide.

You turn your head to him, a smirk on your lips grows. You enjoyed the fact he was on his nerves, furious.

“What does it look like? I'm feeding this cute little angel right here.” you coo, talking to his dragon in a baby voice. Vermax was known for her temper, yet with you it magically dis—appears? a little bit inside him was flustered, heart beating faster than ever that you and his dragon, a very important part of his life, bonded flawlessly. But he shrugs it off, he has to. Flushing over you isn't his duty.

Protecting you is.

As much as he would like to deny it, you're his now. Lawfully so. And he wouldn't let anything happen to you. Especially Vermax. He wouldn't know how to live with himself if his own dragon were to be the cause of, of.. your demise. His throat burns, even the mere thought of harm coming to you feels as if he's being drowned to death. After Luke, he cannot lose anyone. Jacaerys cannot lose you. Even if that was the first thing he tried to do after meeting you. You were the most part of his frustrations yet the only thought when he's in his bed at night.

“Have you lost your mind?” he asks, his voice harsh, as if you were his child and he was scolding you for doing something childish.

“Have you had no fear? you could have died what were you even thinking?!” you falter for a moment, upon seeing the trembling of his hands and the tightness in his voice.

“Jacaerys—”

“No!” he interrupts you, “You, you could have been...do you even realise..”

Your eyes widened as he struggled to even breath, huffing for air anxiously. You quickly get up, walking towards him. He's so much inside his head that he doesn't notice your hands coming up his face, slinging through his dark curly hair. An act that slowed and claimed his beating heart down. Your soft palms make contact with both his cheeks, a peaceful shush in your voice and he finally breathes. Properly. He sighed, eyes closing as his hands came up to hold yours.

This, you, him? this felt oddly peaceful. This felt like home. Vermax watches the whole interaction with a quiet huff, turning away back to the pits. You nudge closer towards him, resting your forehead against his. Love. This felt like love. “Promise me” he starts out, his voice low and timid, “promise you will never do that again.” Instead of putting on a fight like you usually do, you nod, gently caressing his cheek. His head leaned further into your touch, putty in your hands.

“I promise.”

That, gives him great relief. “Good.”

Time seems to slow down, Jacaerys could count every freckle on your nose to cheeks, every small cut in between your knuckles or lips, every curve of smile you put on. And all the scents coming from your body that drove him crazy. You notice his lips still trembling, and above your judgement, you decide to kiss it better. He inhales a sharp breath as your lips touch his, but makes no movement to push you away. It's gentle, barely brushing against his. Jacaerys realised how they fit perfectly amidst his, and how much he was craving it all these months until he finally tasted them.

You slowly pull away, hesitantly. His eyes are still closed. Hands crawling up your waist. He speaks again, a whisper almost.

“I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

He's talking about the library, and you smiled softly, shaking your head.

“It's okay. You can't get rid of me that easily, Jace. Should have known that when you got betrothed to a dornish princess.”

You had already forgiven him. But he didn't want you to. He didn't want to be at your mercy this easily, not when he wasn't able to forgive himself. You, you had crept your way into his heart when he didn't want you to, and now he never wanted to let you go. It was all your fault.

“No I...” he shakes his head, “I never should have said that. Not only because it was so wrong but also because it was completely untrue.” Jacaerys swallows his breath, every bit of him wanted to turn away and never look back, but he couldn't do that. “I have been called names, about my heritage. Ever since I was a child. About my parenting and what not. And it's very...when anyone talks about it, it's like a bandage ripping off a new and fresh wound. No matter how many years pass by, it's still like that for me.”

You nod your head slowly, in understanding. This was raw. He had finally told you one of his darkest parts, his worst fears, and you hadn't run away.

“I understand. I should have never said that. I did not know it was like this for you.” He feels relief in your words.

But there was still something he needed to let out.

“But I...” he didn't know how hard this was for him until he started to actually say it, “I really could never mean it. What I said. Even if you have committed the worst treason or crime, even if you had taken my heart and carved it out, I still wouldn't be able to do one thing that might be even close to harming you. Believe me I have tried. And I have failed.”

He looks away from you, cheeks closing red. Jacaerys had just poured his heart out and gave it to you. But the chances of you, and feeling the same? were very dim. He sees stars when he sees you, what do you see? just him? or even worse? a filth in the name of a true born prince. A gasp leaves his lips as your fingers trace the outlines of his jaw, trailing down to his neck to his chest. You stopped at the red and black three dragons symbol made on the polish cloth he wore.

“Why do you think I agreed to this marriage? not because of this.” you point to the very symbol engraved on his chest, of the house targaryen, “If it was just for this, I certainly would have never.”

He turns his head back to you, confusion in his face. He also feels a bit of guilt in him. At first, he only agreed to this pact because his mother had no choice. Because of your house. Nothing else. And you're saying that his house didn't even matter to you when you agreed to this betrothal? then why? you did not even know what he looked like, and you simply agreed?

“Why then?”

That's the question that's now left in him. Why, if his house and title didn't matter?

“Well,” your lips curl up, a glint in your eyes, as a blush arose your cheeks, “From years I had heard stories of Targaryen princes. How arrogant and unkind they were, your cousins, Aegon and Aemond, well I certainly didn't hear anything good about them. And then you came. The velaryon prince, the son of the realm's delight, born with a kind heart and a fierceness to protect. I knew I had to marry someday, but I only agreed to marry you because I knew—you wouldn't mistreat me. Because I fell in love with the stories of the dark haired prince who had the most beautiful brown eyes ever, who protected his brother when he was a child himself, who stole my heart before he even claimed it.”

Jacaerys doesn't know what to say, his throat falls dry. It doesn't feel real, when he's wanted something so dearly and someone just gives it to him freely; it does not feel real. You do not feel real. But you are. He knows you are when your hands tug at his collar, his face close to you as you pull him towards you and your breath fanning on his cheeks. He knows this is real, and it's better than any dream he's ever had.

“I do not want our marriage to be an unhappy one.”

You say, a plea in your voice.

He smiles, wide. And he doesn't even have to make an effort this time, “For me, the words unhappy and you? well they don't go in the same sentence.”

That seals it for you, he can see that. As you kiss his words, an unspoken understanding and passion in it. Jacaerys realises he could get used to this. Kisses, hugs, reading each other books, waking by the warmth of your body besides his; in fact, there's no one else he'd rather do it by. And nothing he would want more.

𝐸𝑣��𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑚:) 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛! 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒.

[lesbians4daenerys]

Its always

"Are you team green?"

Or

"Are you team black?"

But never

"Are you Team Milf?"

I am really only here for the women and the dragons. I'm just gonna be truthful.

[mitsouya]

you avert your gaze from the book in your hands towards the man who's lying in your lap. it's been a while since childe requested you to sit on the couch and let him use your thighs as his personal pillow, allowing himself to rest after doing some work.

all that can be heard in the office is the pounding of your heart and his steady breathing. as much as you treasure this moment, you can't ignore the rising uneasiness in your mind.

"they will kick your ass if they find out that their favorite harbinger is slacking off."

you break the silence as you rake your fingers through his fluffy hair, ruffling it a bit. he always seems to enjoy the gentle touch of yours which alleviates his fatigue.

"shouldn't you be worried about your position?"

childe opens his eyes slightly only to shut them again, purposely ignoring your piercing glare. "i'm actually quite comfortable in this position, thank you."

with that, he has the nerve to turn his head to face your stomach. he thinks your thighs make for heavenly cushions, and he's very, very sleepy. did you wear the perfume he bought you months ago from his trip to liyue? the fragrance suits you so nicely, he sighs.

"be serious, ajax." you pinch his cheek, eliciting a groan from him. "they will kick me too if they realize i'm being a distraction."

"no one's kicking my wife," he answers firmly, voice a little muffled. "they wouldn't dare. and i'm not their favorite harbinger."

you scoff. obviously. you know they wouldn't hurt you, but it's still entertaining to tease him.

"well, you're certainly my favorite."

when you say it, you're able to sense a surge of pride washing over him. with a quiet i know, he holds your waist more tightly.

"now shut up, darling. i'm trying to get a good nap here."

you shrug and decide to carry on with your reading session, letting him do anything he wants for the time being.

that is, before you whisper, "perhaps the second after arlecchino, though...."

the way his eyes snap open instantly in surprise is hilarious.

[diyasgarden]

old habits die hard…

[venusbyline]

Bleeding ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 20, oct.

(late post)

— pairing: Alicent Hightower x lady in waiting!reader

— type: smut, angst, Kinktober (House of the Dragon Edition)

— kink: period sex + blood kink

— summary: Alicent did not want to be Queen Consort. She did not want to be King Viserys' second wife. She did not want to be Aegon II's mother. Alicent Hightower just wanted to love girls.

— word count: 2k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 20th day, female!reader, young!Alicent, period sex, blood kink, light dubcon, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, rough sex, tribadism/scissoring, argument, nipple play, underage sex, light unconscious sex, mild hurt/comfort, mild angst, lactation kink, breastfeeding, light dumbification, overstimulation, degradation, choking, family issues, crying, dacryphilia, sexism, curse words, implied/referenced cheating, breast worship, religious guilt, sexuality crisis, aftercare, love triangle (Alicent Hightower x reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen), motherhood themes, mommy kink, Aegon Targaryen II mentioned, minor Alicent Hightower x Viserys Targaryen, minor Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen, minor Gwayne Hightower x reader, ambiguous/open ending, lesbian!Alicent, bisexual!reader, sub!Alicent, dom!reader, canon divergence, porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @baybaybear1 @blessedbymoon @p45510n4f4shi0n @lina-lovebug @moonnicole @badger-reads @turdettethefirst

— crossposting: AO3

Ever since Alicent had given birth to Aegon, she had grown distant from her best friend, Rhaenyra, and had become more lonely. Rhaenyra did not like Aegon because he reminded her of the male children her father had lost, he reminded her of her mother's brutal death during childbirth.

Sometimes, not even Alicent herself liked her son. Every time she looked at those violet eyes, the rosy cheeks and the silver hair, she was reminded of King Viserys. How he had fucked her tight cunt without even worrying about her pleasure. How she had kept her eyes open throughout the entire act, hoping it would end soon so she could distance herself from the older man's sweaty body and return to her own chambers.

Looking at the little boy made Alicent think about how their fates were set forever. She would just be a brood mare until Viserys no longer had the strength to keep fucking her. And Aegon would be just a lamb in the midst of all that chaos from Targaryen family. An heir, or not. A king, or not. Perhaps just a stupid adult with stupid kids in the future. Just as she probably would be too.

She was so afraid that Aegon would stop being a cute baby and become an evil man. This happened to most men. Their mothers gave birth to them with so much love and they were destined to die little by little watching their boys' development, each maternal disappointment being like daggers inside their hearts and inside their wombs, who had bled so much to bring their children into the world.

Alicent could even picture Aegon in his future, visiting brothels, masturbating like a dog in heat, making bastards in the streets, being a shame not only for the Targaryen family, but mainly for Alicent, his own mother. She wanted to put him back in her womb and stop him from anything evil he could do or be.

"Your Grace, did you call me?" Your voice discreetly entering the Queen's private chambers, avoiding looking at her figure under the sheets. It was nothing you had not seen. You had helped her during Aegon's birth, but you also knew her body for other reasons. You were her lady-in-waiting since her childhood, always close to her despite being a few years older. Otto Hightower had entrusted his daughter's good reputation to you since the three of you moved to King's Landing before her and the King's marriage. You did your tasks splendidly, too perfectly.

Especially into her bed.

"I thought you would not come, love..." Alicent murmured with a more fragile way than she intended and you tried hard not to show any pitying face. You were still angry about your last argument.

"You call me, I come. It is always like that, is not it?" Your passive-aggressive accusation made her swallow hard with shame and self-loathing. She was not the best person to deal with feelings. Ever since her marriage to Viserys, Alicent had been confused. About her faith. About her sins. About her extramarital desires. About Rhaenyra. About you. Especially about you two.

Gods, she wanted both of you so much that sometimes it hurts. Alicent wanted not to be married to the King, she wanted not to have a child, she wanted to be free. She wanted to be a man.

The young redhead fiddled with her fingers for a few moments, sitting on the bed and still covered by the silk sheet. She wanted to apologize for the argument, to say that she would try to talk less about her chaotic friendship or situationship with Rhaenyra. However, she knew that none of this would help. You were angry by her past confession about sleep with Rhaenyra a few times before her marriage to the King. You thought you were special to her. You really thought you were the only one, since Viserys Targaryen was just a puppet in Otto's hands. The affair with her was special. Or at least it should be.

You sighed after her long silence, seeing how Alicent looked away, choosing to look at any part of the chambers that was already so well known to her. "Why did not you call your friend Rhaenyra?" Your mockery tone did not go unnoticed and she flinched.

"I am... Bleeding. Rhaenyra does not like licking my vaginal blood." She said embarrassed. You knew what that meant. Alicent always hated admitting how turned on she was when those days came. The days she was sure she was not pregnant again. It was a mix of relief and arousal. She was so sensitive, so fucking needy...

But this time, you did not lower yourself between her thighs. This time, you looked at her with a cold gaze. So cold that she did not think even the strongest Dracarys from any Targaryen could melt.

"Then you want me to lick all your pretty little cunt to ease your pain and arousal, just because the princess is disgusted by that?" You questioned without a hint of affection that was always there, tearing your light blue dress with gold details with an almost animalistic speed. Now there was only resentment that she was reaping due to her own actions.

Alicent's already big eyes widened, pink lips parted with complete shock, as if you had said the most perverse thing that could come out of a girl's lips. "A-are you insane? Mind your tongue and do not dare to use that kind of language with me!" She tried to growl, to look intimidating. Tried to look like a Targaryen. Tried to sound like Rhaenyra.

But she was not a Targaryen. She was Alicent. Alicent Hightower. The ambitious teenager who spent hours inside the Septs, kneeling in front of some statue. She was also Alicent Hightower, the teenager who begged the Gods for forgiveness and mercy every time she pictured her best friend and current stepdaughter rubbing the wet core with some silver hairs on her lips, while you, her lady-in-waiting, would eat her out until she squirt all over your face.

This thought had appeared in Alicent's mind so many times that she had already surrendered, fucking her fingers inside herself under the sheets several nights. Like a true pathetic whore.

"You have no right to treat me as if you were just my Queen." It was your turn to growl, lower but much more intimidating, checking if the door was really locked before walking towards Alicent's bed with long strides, not caring about her wide eyes as you pulled the sheets away from her body, revealing the semi-transparent nightgown that highlighted the curves acquired since Aegon's pregnancy.

"BUT I AM YOUR QUEEN!" Alicent yelled, trying to deprive your of her dignity, but it was too late. You had seen the dry crimson stain on her fingers, causing you to laugh instantly.

"You are nothing but a spoiled greedy whore. That is what you are." The whisper filled with sarcasm made Alicent curl up even more into the pillow. "How long have you been trying to fuck your disgusting needy hole without even being able to cum?"

Your question went unanswered and you finally snapped, losing your patience and grabbing her neck, pushing her further onto the bed as you climbed onto the bed while you climbing on top of her vulnerable body. "Answer me, Your Grace!"

However, now your plea sounded more desperate and hurt than angry. She could see how your eyes were full of tears and how you were trying your best to fight them off. You hated feeling so hungry for Alicent. She should be your responsibility, nothing more than that. You should not care if she was thinking about Rhaenyra or not, as long as she did not tarnish the reputation of House Hightower or Viserys' reign. "SEVEN HELLS, ALICENT! ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW!"

"Over an hour ago, love. I was thinking about you two, you and Nyra..." Alicent sobbed after your shout, tears streaming down her soft cheeks as well, slightly losing consciousness for a few seconds from crying so much. She did not realize what you were doing with her body until you arched your head back, a strangled moan escaping your lips with pleasure and agony. It was then that she felt a different wetness rubbing against hers. It was not just your juices. It was... It was blood. Just like hers. It was the blood from your cunt mixing with her blood.

"O-oh, Gods. You are bleeding too..." Alicent whimpered, trying to move so she could keep up with the rhythm and give you even more pleasure, but your hands that kept her legs open stopped her. She moaned, looking at you with big sad eyes, which you ignored without any mercy, your gaze focused on the way your blood-stained cunts met each other, swollen clits pulsing against each other.

If it had been before, Alicent would have found it disgusting. She would find it disgusting how you started squeezing her breast when you increased the speed of your hips. Her breasts was still so large and heavy with Aegon's milk, she had created more curves and unfortunately some stretch marks, and you loved every part of all of this, playing with her nipple and smirking between moans when some milk flowed out.

She should find repulsive the way her own milk ran down her belly, some spots reaching the place where the two of you fit. You raised an eyebrow despite the haze of pleasure, as if you were asking permission for something. Instead of answering, Alicent also pressed her own breast, her hand now wet with breast milk, before she reached for both cunts, rubbing yours and then hers, getting them more overstimulated so you could move with more easily.

It was a disgusting mess. The gooey sounds, the blood and milk mixed on your buds, the way her nipple was still dripping. You were the first to cum, biting your lip until blood came out, avoiding moaning the Queen's name too loudly. Your cunt spasmed until your legs shook, your body falling on top of Alicent and the sight of your intense climax made her reach the release too. Even knowing the possible consequences, Alicent did not hold back. She moaned your name like a whore. Like the cheapest prostitute in the brothels on Street of Silk. Like the women that all the Targaryens fucked hidden from their wives. Like the women her firstborn and perhaps her next sons would fuck in the future. Like her future daughter would moan around some man's cock, if one day she had the divine blessing of giving birth to a little girl to try to protect her from all the evil in Westeros.

Alicent caressed your cheeks, grateful that you did not mind the mixture of blood, juices and breast milk that stained your face as she gave you affection, pulling your soft mouth close to her left nipple so that you could be breastfed like a baby. Her baby. You did not know what to say, you were too overwhelmed by the situation. Every argument with Alicent Hightower ended like this, feeding you as if you were a little orphan child and she a childless mother or a widowed wife. A widowed Queen.

"I wish we could be happy, love..." Alicent whispered with some melancholy, placing a kiss on your forehead and letting a tear escape. "B-but... But I hope my brother Gwayne will be a good husband to you. The husband you deserve. The husband I cannot be to you or to Nyra." You did not answer, nodding weakly and looking at your betrothal ring with the perfect green jewel on top. You did not want Gwayne Hightower. You did not want Alicent Hightower to be a man. You just wanted Alicent the way she was. A girl. Your girl. You wanted Alicent Hightower to be your wife. And she wanted that too.

HOTD Edition - Masterlist

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[ibeatittotoxicyurifics]

[earlseyebrows]

barking

Ewan is my muse fr… also twitter pls stop body shaming my beautiful man

Also I’ve seen my art get reposted on various platforms without credit so pls just gimme credit 😭

[ophelieverse]

and i still see it,until i die

you are the loss of my life

[ironthroneconquerors]

[hauntedfictionland]

You're serving cunt? There's a war going on and you're serving cunt?

Gif: @hoosbandewan, @peachysunrize

[mydearviserra]

Daughter of mine

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Alicent Hightower X Daughter reader]

Part one

Note: no nsfw, mother/daughter platonic relationship!! Reader husband is aemond

Warning: death, grief. Deepish kissing(aemond/reader. Doesn’t go further), miscarriage and birth( only by mention, two different sections by mention) , religion withdrawal. Blood. Written a bit rushed lol will probably go through it again

Summary: the guilt was eating at her faster then she thought, the guilt of being a horrible mother. One day she took it upon herselfto visit you. Once she entered your room she saw how tried you were with the newborn. Once helping you out for you to sleep she came to the realization of wanting to change, she needed to be there for you, to slowly make amends once and for all for you and her other children. But now another obstacle was made to block that from happening

“Dear what was that?” You sighed, closing your eyes to rub your temples, after collecting your breath you stared at him with a glare as I crossed your arms. You couldn’t believe aemond was acting such way

Aemond let out a weary sigh, his frustration palpable. “I’m tired of her meddling,” he said, his voice low and irritated. He leaned back against the wall, his eye fixed on you as he ran a hand through his hair.

He could sense the disapproval in your gaze, and he knew he was acting out of anger. But he couldn’t help it. Seeing Alicent with the baby, the baby she barely gave the time of the day, made his blood boil.

"She doesn't deserve to be around you, not after what she's done," he continued, his gaze hard as he pushed himself off the wall and took a step towards you.

"She's caused enough pain, I won't let her hurt you again," his tone softened a bit as he reached out to touch your arm, his touch gentle but firm.

You could see the anger and frustration etched across his face, but you could also sense the protectiveness in his words. His touch was gentle, but there was a possessive quality to it, as if he was afraid of losing you.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your own emotions. You knew Aemond was just trying to protect you , but you also knew that he had a tendency to be impulsive and unreasonable.

"Aemond," you said, your voice calm despite the tension in the air. "I understand your protectiveness, but Alicent is my mother. I can't just cut her off like that."

Aemond's grip on your arm tightened, his gaze hardening as he looked at me.

"You don't understand," he said through gritted teeth. "She's done nothing but hurt you. She doesn't deserve your compassion, your forgiveness."

You could see the pain and anger in his eye as he spoke, and you understood the hurt behind his words. Aemond had seen the way Alicent had neglected me growing up,how she neglected all of us. Which why now he was fiercely protective of you.

"I understand that she has hurt me," you said softly, placing my hand on his, trying to ease the tension in his grip. "But you can't just decide to cut her out of my life like that. It's not your decision to make." Aemond's grip on you loosened, but his expression remained stern.

"It's for your own good," he said, his tone hard and unyielding. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your patience in check. You could feel the love behind his words, but his stubbornness was infuriating. He then pulled you into a tight hug, his hand rubbing your back gently

"Aemond, you can't just make decisions for me," you said, your voice firm but gentle. "I am not some child that needs protecting. I can handle my own relationships."

"You don't know what you're talking about," he snapped. "You're too naive, too trusting. You let people hurt you over and over again."

"I'm not naive," you shot back, your voice rising in frustration. "I just have faith in people, and I don't want to live my life being suspicious of everyone."

"That's exactly the problem," he said, his tone harsh. "You trust too easily, you see the best in people when they don't deserve it."

You could feel the tension growing between us, the frustration and irritation mixing with his protectiveness. It was a common dynamic in our relationship - Aemond wanting to protect you and while you fighting back against his overprotectiveness.

"Not everyone is as cynical as you," you retorted, crossing your nails digging into his back as you cling to him. "I can't just assume that everyone has ill intentions." Aemond's expression hardened at your words, his protective instincts kicking into high gear.

"You're too trusting," he said, his tone bordering on patronising. "You need to be more cautious, more careful. People will take advantage of your kindness, they'll hurt you when you least expect it."

"I know how to take care of myself," you said, your tone firm. "I don't need you to tell me who to trust and who not to- just..please understand I..I want her to be a grandmother even if she wasn’t a mother to us I need her to be in our sons life..." Aemond didn't trust my judgment, and it hurt.

"I'm not asking you to trust her," your own voice quieting down. "I'm just asking you to trust me. To let me make my own decisions." Aemond's gaze softened, his expression conflicted. You could tell he was torn between his protectiveness and his desire to respect your choice

"I want to trust you," he said, his tone a mix of concern and frustration. "But I can't just let you go back to her like nothing has happened. She hurt you, again and again. How can you just forgive her like that?"

You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm in the face of his protectiveness. You could see the pain and worry in his eye, but you also knew that Aemond was blinded by his protectiveness.

"I'm not forgiving her," you said, your voice firm but gentle. "And I'm not forgetting her hurts. But I don't want to live my life holding onto anger and resentment. I want to give her a chance to be a grandmother to our son."

"You're too kind," he said, his tone stern. "You're willing to give her another chance, even after all the pain she's caused you. You're too soft, too trusting." You felt a surge of frustration at his words, but you tried to keep your emotions in check.

"You're too stubborn," your retorted, your voice rising in anger. "You're unwilling to see that people can change, that they can make amends for their mistakes."

"Change?" he said, his tone bitter. "You think she's capable of change? After everything she's put you through, you think she deserves a second chance?"

You could hear the pain in his voice, the skepticism in his words. He didn't believe Alicent had changed, and he didn't trust her not to hurt me once again.

"I don't know if she's capable of change," you said, your voice softening. "But I want to give her a chance. I want to believe that she can be better, that she can be the grandmother our son deserves."

“please it’s late..I don’t wish for us to go to bed upset..” you added in a pleading tone

You let out a sigh of relief, grateful that he was willing to set aside the argument for now. You knew we would need to continue the conversation at some point, but you was too tired to keep fighting.

"Thank you," you said, your voice quieting down. "We can talk more in the morning. For now, let's just be together."

Aemond nodded, he leaned down to press gentle kisses on top of your head He knew he was being stubborn, overly protective and slightly possessive, but he couldn't help it.

"I just want to keep you safe," he said quietly, his tone almost vulnerable. You took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of annoyance and affection at his words.

"I can handle myself," you said firmly, pulling back slightly so you could look at him. "I don't need you to babysit me all the time. I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions- by gods dear stop being stubborn and kiss me” you muttered as you rested your chin on his chest

Aemond's expression softened, his protectiveness giving way to desire as he looked at me. He couldn't resist the pleading in my voice, or the way you looked up at him with those innocent eyes.

He cupped your chin in his hand, his thumb gently brushing across your lip. "You never play fair," he said, his tone low and amused. "But I could never deny you anything." With that, he leaned down and captured your lip, kissing you deeply and passionately.

You melted into the kiss, losing myself in the moment. Aemond's possessive grip on your chin sent sparks coursing through your body, and all your earlier frustrations disappeared as you surrendered to his touch.

His kisses were dominant and needy, as if he was staking his claim on you. But beneath the possessiveness, you could feel the love and desire in his every touch. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hand moved down to your waist, pulling you even closer.

He wanted to forget about the argument, the worry, the protectiveness. He just wanted to lose himself in me, to feel my body against his.

I wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. You needed to feel him, to be close to him. His possessive touch was both frustrating and thrilling, and you found myself losing myself in the sensations of his kiss.

His hands roamed over your body, possessive and urgent, as if he was trying to claim you completely.

Aemond's body was hot against mine, his desire for you palpable in every touch and movement. He lifted you up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried your towards the bed.

He laid me down on the bed, his fingers trailing over the curve of your waist as he looked down at you, his expression a mix of desire and possessiveness.

You could feel the intensity of his gaze, the way his eye roamed over your body, almost as if he was seeing your for the first time. It was possessive, dominant, and it ignited a fire within you .

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down towards you. I wanted him, desperately, and he knew it.

“I love you”

He leaned down, his lips hovering just above mine, his breath hot against your skin. "I love you too," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "More than anything. I just...I just want to protect you."

Your heels echoed the quiet halls of the septon, the dress dragged slightly against the ground. Your hands rested on your side swaying against the dress though your nails brushed against the embroidery the feeling help ground yourself from your heart beating from your chest. This particular dress, left a bitter feeling, green. You hated wearing such color, only left a bitter feeling each of remainder went back to alicent, she is green she morphs into the color of what she choice that day. When she stopped being the mother to stand tall as queen.

You and aemond woke up early, doing our regular routine to get ready for the day though I care for our son morning and night i left him with a nursemaid for the day. It took a lot of convincing for aemond to let you see alicent today. After getting him annoyed he agreed to shut me up, only for the agreement he’ll look for me soon. He didn’t want you to be alone with her for so long. During this time alicent visits the sept for morning prayer. As you passed down the halls, passing maesters and septa’s bow their head as you passed by. You kept my head high with a slight smile towards them, you tried to keep a brave face though biting the skin on my lips says otherwise. Finally you saw alicent with her knights closely behind, sitting beside her you stayed quiet for a moment as you light the candle in front of you, taking a shaky breath

“Good morrow mother..”

Alicent had been quietly praying, her eyes closed and face set in concentration. She was startled by the sudden appearance, but her expression softened as she saw her daughter.

"Good morrow" she replied, her tone even. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Alicent took a moment to look over her daughter, taking in her appearance. She could see the tension in your face, the way she bit her lip. Alicent knew this wouldn't be an easy conversation.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say. You had been thinking about this meeting all night, but now that she was here, she felt tongue-tied and uncertain.

"I...I wanted to talk to you," you said, voice quieter than usual. "I wanted to talk about...about us."

Alicent nodded, her expression taking on a serious tone. She knew this conversation was coming, but it didn't make it any easier.

"I see," Alicent said, her tone cautious. "What exactly did you want to talk about?" You took another shaky breath, gathering your thoughts.

"I...I've been thinking a lot lately," you said, your voice still soft and a little bit shaky. "About us, about everything that's happened between us." You paused, looking down at your hands, which were trembling slightly. "I just...I just want to understand. I just want to know why."

Alicent's expression softened at her daughter's words. She knew what you was referring to, and it pained her to think about it. But she knew she had to answer her daughter's question, even if it was difficult.

"I'm sorry" she said, her voice quieter than usual, but sincere. "I know I was cold towards you. I know I wasn't the mother you needed me to be. I stood in your life as a stranger..to you and all your siblings..”

Your eyes widened at her mother's words. You had expected an explanation, or perhaps even an excuse, but you didn't expect a direct apology.

"I...I didn't expect you to say that," you said, your voice laced with a mixture of surprise and hope. "You...you're apologizing?"

Alicent took a deep breath, her expression turning almost pained. "Yes," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "I am."

She looked up at you, her eyes meeting her daughter's gaze. "I've done terrible things, I know that. And I can't undo the pain I've caused you. But...but I want to try to make things right, if you'll let me.” She pulled your hands onto her lap “I’ll apologize every day if I have too”

Viserra felt a wave of mixed emotions wash over her. She had expected anger, denial, or even dismissal. But to hear her mother apologizing and wanting to make things right...it was unexpected, but not unwelcome.

"I...I don't know what to say," you said, your voice catching in your throat. "I've...I've been so angry for so long, Mother. I don't know how to just forgive and forget. But I...I do want things to be different..when you held my son for me last night I..I was so grateful..it made me realize I..I want you to be in my son’s life..I wanted you to finally be…there..you missed so much of my life..so much of aegons..Helaena and aemond- seven hells even daeron! but..what I can’t forgive if..when I was giving birth..I needed you i screamed for you and you didn’t came..”

Alicent took a deep breath, almost as if she was unsure about what she was about to say. "When you gave birth.." she started. "You called for me, and..and I wasn't there." She said the last words with a pang of guilt, her expression almost pained.

"When the maesters...they said.." she swallowed hard, the memory almost too painful. "They said you were...screaming my name. And I am so very, very sorry. I wish I could go back and change that moment, to be there for you and support you in your time of need. But I can't. And I know that's not enough, but...but I want to make things right."

Alicent's eyes filled with tears, hearing the pain in her daughter's voice. She had let her down, had caused her pain and disappointment. Letting go of her hands she place her hand on her cheek her lips quivering as tears stream down her cheeks

“The seven blessed you with the gift of a healthy boy…and I wasn’t there to hold your hand..I wasn’t there during the rough time of those moons..I..I missed so many precious moments because I..I was a coward to seek your forgiveness for my absence in your life..I wasn’t the mother you needed me to be” 

Your eyes flashed with anger, the pain of her abandonment still fresh and raw. She had needed her mother, had called out for her in her time of pain and fear, and yet she had not come. But witnessing her sobs, her gentle touch, I wanted to show I was still upset to put my foot down with how I felt but deep down I felt like a little girl again wanted to lay on her lap and cling to her as you once did. For her to comb and braid your hair with Helaena.

"You were supposed to be there, Mother," you snapped. "You were supposed to be my safe haven, my comfort in my time of pain. But you weren't. You weren't there for me when I needed you the most, when I begged and screamed for you. You weren't there, Mother."

Alicent's heart ache further knowing that she had caused her daughter so much pain. She wanted to take back that moment, to go back in time and be there for you, no matter how scared she was.

"I'm sorry my sweet girl” she said, her voice shaky. "I'm so sorry. I wish I could have been there for you, wish I could have held your hand and comforted you. But I wasn't, and I know that hurts you."

You took a deep breath, your anger slowly ebbing away as you heard your mother's sincere apologies. You knew that Alicent was truly sorry, that she regretted not being there for you. But the pain of abandonment still lingered, a gaping wound in her heart.

"It does," you said quietly. "It hurts me, Mother. But...but I want to forgive you. I want to try to move past this."

Alicent's heart skipped a beat at her daughter's words, hope flickering in her chest. She had expected you to hold on to your anger and resentment, not to offer forgiveness.

"You..you want to forgive me?" she said, her voice filled with surprise and tentative hope.

You nodded, a mixture of emotions swirling in her chest. "I do," you said, your voice firm yet soft. "I want to forgive you, Mother. I'm tired of holding onto this pain and anger. I want us to have a chance to have an our connection again ."

patience

Guilt

And sadness

Such condition is expected in motherhood, when shall one ever be ready for motherhood? When one had no guidance from a mother to teach you the ways of new responsibilities. Alicent had thought of such wisdom, wives tails as she roams the path of the gardens or the halls or her own private chambers.

It was a duty

Alicent had repeated as she tried to calm her wondering mine. A duty she, as queen and wife needed to do. Give the king children and heirs, each pregnancy has their own story. One that I shared alone with a room filled with maesters and midwife’s helping me give birth to those children. She wonders if viserys knows alicent begged for Rhaenyra to come to her aid, or how she felt relieved she had given viserys his heir she remembered the bright smile he had he held aegon in his arms. Aegon early moons viserys cared for aegon till it stopped, till everything stopped.

I was only there to warm his bed while I had no shoulder to lean on. Each pregnancy he showed little care for. The resentment and bitterness was ever so clear, oh how could I be so wrong? How could I let myself be blind that my children needed me, they needed a protector. Just like how I needed my mother perhaps if she never passed none of this would have happened, none of Otto’s whispering wouldn’t have happened. Maybe I could have still ate cake with my dear friend

But now as I stare down at my grandchildren, as I braid Jaehaeras hair and jaeherys telling me his stories while my sweet daughters watch from afar with a smile i havent seen in ages, I felt more content then I ever felt. All of my wrongs could be forgiven.

One by one I tended to patch my mistakes, Rhaenyra still hasn’t responded to my ravens. I wish to see her, I wish to see the my friend I wish to hold her close and tell her I’m sorry

Aegon has stop drinking less, he still wonders the street of silk yet Helaena tells me he comes back to their chambers more then he has before, even if they have a lose for words he tries to care for his twins. And days he drinks he comes to my chambers and rambling incoherently as he sobs into my lap. I could never make out about what he says, only one has I heard ‘why did you stop loving me’ all I could do was whispered sweet nothings as I ran my fingers through his messy hair.

Helaena, her resistance to my touch has worked better than before. As she sits on the floor with her children around her she rests her head on my shoulder as she whispered her tales while she embroidered. Half of the time I don’t understand but at least it’s something. There will be days she tells and shows me all about her collection, she rambled for hours on end all I could do with smile and nod. It didn’t take long for me to help continue on in her collection, shadow boxes hung the walls of her growing collection while I send her more bugs from around the seven kingdoms. The bugs make my skin crawl but anything to make her happy, anything to hear her speak to me more.

For daeron and aemond was difficult, daeron stop writing back years ago i wasn’t any better with writing back after his silence. With more insistence I began writing to him, almost every week a raven will be sent to old town hoping he’ll listen. I mentioned yours and aemond announcement of a second baby with Darron’s birthday soon she hoped he’ll come to kingslanding once and for all to celebrate his birthday and the news of the baby. It didn’t take long for him to respond back he’ll come back home. With aemond he didn’t respond to me making conversation, only muttering under his breath he isn’t a fool. He kept you and your son under your wing, always watching somewhere nothing couldn’t be help by it so I let him be for now. But I would watch him train with ser Cristion, under heavy precision I convinced aegon to join help him with new and better hobbies. I think aemond softened a bit as he sees I would stand there watching him the entire time, always clapped and enjoyed when he win.

and you, my precious darling. My sweetest darling. My darling, who help me out the dark tunnel to see the brightest light ahead. Who helped me see what was right in front of me, you. My children waiting patiently for me to reach to them once again. I’d never forget that night I came to your chamber, it was fate to seek you.

Fate to hold your son and to see how much time I let slip through my fingers, that my baby had a baby. The most perfect boy I’ve ever seen, the seven has truly blessed my daughters.

My precious darling how much I loved her, how much I see myself in her. Each day that passed I hope to make the air lighter for my children, that history won’t repeat itself that I will help make a new path for them, my daughters and sons will live happy lives no longer filled with darkness and anger

Darkness slipped through the crack and found its way to you, I prayed for this not to happen not when I’m trying to make things better

The night of daeron feast, the dinning hall only meant for us just something small and intimate for him. With his siblings and by surprising his half sister, uncle and cousins. I felt relief they joined us. One big family again, there was no fighting. Aegon and Helaena danced while aemond twirled you with your son in your arms

It was perfect, I shared a dance with rhaenyra.

Till suddenly you and your husband and son left, without saying a word. We all was stunned but viserys say nothing to worry about. But I felt a pit in my stomach, I left Rhaenyra standing alone as I rushed to get to them

Thin trail of blood trailed the hallways

Oh gods

Not my sweet girl

Everything happened to fast, seeing you cry, nursemaids taking your son away from the chambers, the maesters confirming the first. She lost the baby. All you did was scream and shout, I dropped to my knees beside you pulling you close to me like my life depended on it

“My sweet girl”

she repeated over and over again

Weeks has passed, you were nothing felt but a shell of how you were. Mute and refusing to leave the bed. Aemond and your son never leaving the room by his request no one was allowed in the room. Often times I would just press my ear behind the door hearing you and aemond sobbing. It continued for a few week till maids confirmed you were doing better slowly, eating more and taking better care of yourself

Each day, every hour I prayed and prayed. I needed the faith I needed you to be better, I needed you to heal your sorrows.

Today, after leaving the sept In early hours I made my way through the red keep towards your chambers, I was early up the stairs when the screeching sounds of maidens through the halls. My heart began to pound as I picked up the bottom of my dress running to the sound.

Please no

Please no

By the seven please

Time passed in slow motion as I watch guards pushed into your chambers. The maidens still screaming in horror.

Pushing my way inside I saw you on the bed, looking as peaceful you did that night as you slept. But now your son cradled in your arms sobbing his little arms reaching out.

“Darling!” She cried out as she rushed onto the bed, carefully picking up the boy she checked him quickly as I held him close to her chest, before turning back to you, shaking you frantically

She didn’t feel the maid pulling the boy off her, all she saw was her sweet girl cold and sickly pale. Her Tears dropped onto your face as she kept screaming till her throat gone dry. She begging the gods to not be true shaking your shoulders fiercely

“Don’t punish me please! Not my girl by gods please not my girl!

Once aemond rushed into the room hell broke lose, destroying the room, screaming his lungs out. He only left 10 minutes before the ladies in waiting came into the room to check on the boy, on their account they heard the boys crying with no end of it so they came inside to see your laying on the bed without a breath as you held your son.

“The world stopped the day you died

I felt it

In my bones

In my heart

In every fiber of my being

I felt it

The sun stopped being warm

The night stopped being cool

The brids no longer sang

When you died,

The world as I knew it did too

I did too. “

She couldn’t see many things the same the day the gods took you away, your favorite meal, your favorite color. The flowers in the garden she couldn’t see it without wanting to scream.

The gods were cruel taking my sweet girl away from her, she couldn’t bare to wear the pendent anymore she could pray to the same gods she pray for good health for you.

The maesters said the cause was due to a broken heart, a new wave of studies is happening due to many people facing the same issue throughout the kingdom. The stress of losing the second baby was to much.

Oh my sweet girl..

It should have been me

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So anyway there was this horse

when he was told Rhaenyra was at a brothel and he went "what of it??" 💀

And when he had the maester bring her the moon tea 😭😭😭 like here’s your plan B sweetie hope you had fun