#alicent imagine
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𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
Widow!Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader
Summary: Ever since Alicent Hightower’s husband died her life had changed exponentially. It’s a hard thing, knowing what to do with freedom you’ve never had. In her attempt to expand her horizons she reaches many bumps in the road she didn’t realize existed, until she met you.
Tags: mentions of death, sexuality crisis, struggling to accept change, heavy anxiety, eventual smut and a lot of self-healing.
Author’s Note: @ilikeitbetterangsty THIS IS FOR YOU BABES💕 I really hope I did your request justice . Thank you so much for being an amazing mutual and beautiful person. Ps I’ve never been on a date, let alone a first date so I’m sorry if that scene was a little awkward. ALSO dividers are made by @saradika !!!!
His death was expected, anticipated even, yet the day she woke up next to a cold corpse seared itself inside her brain forever. She should be mourning. She should have been more upset, shed more tears for her husband of nearly twenty years. Instead, all Alicent could feel was an odd relief, a weight being lifted from her shoulders. She was finally free.
However, what does someone do with freedom when they’ve never had it? She could do anything in the world, she had more than enough money for it. But what do free people do? Alicent had to read up on what widows were into. They travel, indulge in hobbies, and go out for brunch and gossip. The main factor in all of these is they’re never alone.
Twenty years of marriage and four children and Alicent couldn’t remember a time where she wasn’t alone. She had no friends, too busy caring for a sick old man, children, and running a company. Alicent didn’t want to be alone, she didn’t want to die knowing she had never truly loved. There was nothing holding her back, no father pushing religious guilt, no husband taking her time, and no children to judge.
At first, she made no moves for change. She continued staying at home and running her life as she always did. Although now she spent more time fussing over her only child at home rather than Viserys. Unfortunately, Aegon, her eldest and most troubled child finally declared he was moving out. He also said she needed to get a life in the exact same sentence.
It was time to take a real look in the mirror at the woman Alicent Hightower had become. It was not the best feeling in the world. In the past she was happy, determined, and beautiful in some eyes. Now she was tired, a bit of a pushover and unbearably lonely. All she had done her whole life was serve other people, her father, her husband, her children and never herself. Alicent needed to change that before she died old and miserable.
There was another thing she needed to come to terms with. She never loved Viserys, she never loved any man for that matter. Marriage wasn’t something she enjoyed but endured. Alicent wanted to love someone, which was something she never truly had. Except for once when she was young until she married her friend’s father. Maybe she didn’t hate sex just who it was with. Maybe she was capable of love just not for men. Maybe it was time she started attempting to live her truth.
That was the final push she needed to do something. So, Alicent took a leap of faith after reading a pop news article and downloading HER. It’s an app for lgbt dating, specifically lesbians… It still sounded like a dirty word even if she only said it in her head. There was still a twinge of guilt when she made her first match. It’ll pass, the article on women struggling being their true selves said so.
Twenty years of marriage and Alicent didn’t even know how to flirt, let alone with a woman. The first woman she matched with was only slightly younger yet had no children. She called Alicent a milf, which is a compliment nowadays. It didn’t go much farther, the lack of knowledge on slang really did not bode well with people.
Anyone younger than her wouldn’t do, so she changed the settings. The second match was one that made her excited. From the outside they seemed to share the same values and she was a mother too. They went on a singular date that might not have been the greatest. Alicent was a little awkward, still too insecure about herself to initiate anything, and avoided the goodnight kiss that was offered. It didn’t seem to bother the woman, which made her believe this could be the one. They could grow together, maybe even build a new life together. Alicent genuinely thought she found the perfect one. Until they ghosted her.
The app was deleted that same night. Maybe dating wasn’t in the cards for her. It stung, surprisingly worse than when Viserys died. For a few days she sat in her house and sulked. She strictly ordered takeaway, and binge watched the housewives of Orange County. Braunwyn was without a doubt closeted, it was like looking in a mirror, a very fucked up mirror.
Alicent did a quick deep dive only to find out her suspicions were correct. Right now, Braunwyn was happily outed and living with her girlfriend… It was a mix of jealousy and hope. Someone just like her was living her dream life, which was unfair, but maybe it meant she could manage to live her dream too.
She finally decided to get off her ass and do something. She was a free woman, she could do whatever she wanted, she told herself as she did a rather intense spa routine. All of her expensive skincare products and fancy tools were being put to use today. Alicent actually changed out of her pajamas and into a nice dress she hadn’t worn in ages. It was a black bodycon dress, the only one she owned. Very out of character for her but she was a free woman, she could wear whatever she wanted.
She was going to take herself on a date, to a fancy restaurant. Alicent arrived at the venue feeling nervous but excited at the same time. It was the first time she had gone here alone; the servers were quite surprised to say the least. As she was led to her table, she noticed the looks she was getting from some of the other diners. Maybe it was the dress, or maybe it was the fact she was alone for once.
It didn’t matter, she told herself. “Hey, is this seat taken?” Her head whipped to the side, “N-oh! No.” You let out a small laugh, “I'm only joking, I have my parents waiting for me. How’ve you been Ali?” The last person she expected to meet was Aegon’s old tutor. You hadn’t seen each other in several years maybe. It wasn’t a bad surprise, actually it was amazing to see you again. “I’ve been great, better than ever! How are you?”
“Oh, I’ve been thriving! After quitting I went on a self-healing journey and haven’t gone back.” Your smile reached from ear to ear, you were absolutely glowing in every sense of the word. Alicent was captivated, maybe a little nervous trying to find the right words to say. She hasn’t felt this way since she was what? Fourteen and heavily in the closet. So, she did something way out of her comfort zone, a first step of sorts.
“If you’re free, I’d love for you to come over for dinner sometime and hear more about how you’ve been.” You seemed shocked, cocking an eyebrow at her question. “Is the Alicent Hightower asking me on a date?” She froze, it didn’t even cross her mind what she was actually asking.
So, she blurted out the first thing on her mind. "I...um…if you want it to be." You flashed a smile that was different from the one from earlier. You picked up a napkin, scribbling something on it. “Let me know the time and I’ll be there.” She let out a sigh of relief when you walked away, feeling as if she was going to burst any moment now. Her head was spinning, her heart was racing. She actually asked someone out, on a date no less.
She was nervous, it had been so long since anyone besides her immediate family came into her home. At least it was clean now that Aegon wasn’t here to make messes everywhere he went. In her opinion the modern green color scheme looks great but maybe you hated green. Or maybe she was overthinking this.
Alicent hadn’t ever really cooked besides a select few times the personal chef got sick. In her mind it would be more meaningful for her to cook something for the both of you. However, making homemade penne vodka was a lot harder than she thought.
She wanted it to be perfect, she wanted to impress you in every way. The dining table was set with a vase of roses, her best silverware, and very expensive wine she was saving for a special occasion. She even bought a new dress for this evening, a form-fitting silk one with flowing sleeves.
It was a few hours into her cooking when you rang the doorbell. Alicent took a deep breath, telling herself to remain calm and not make a fool of herself. It didn't stop her from tripping over the edge of the rug on the way to the front door. She jumped up, dusting off herself.
You were there, just as beautiful as you were earlier. "Hey!" Your smile was contagious, making her grin in return. You looked absolutely gorgeous, dressed in a white button-down shirt and black jeans. You pulled her into a hug, you smelled like strawberries, and a scent she could only describe as happiness.
"It’s so good to see you!" She ushered you in, letting you take a seat while she went back to finish cooking. You looked around, taking everything in. “It's still as big as I remember, though you definitely changed the decor.” She snickered, "Well it was in desperate need of a facelift, I just couldn't stand the red and black anymore."
Ali returned with a big bowl, carefully plating both of yours. "I didn’t know you knew how to cook! I thought you had personal chefs for this kind of stuff.” She grinned proudly, "Well, I wanted to do something special for you tonight."
"Aren’t you romantic," You smiled at her. You took a bite, letting out a pleasured sigh. "So good!" Her smile was practically radiant at your praise. You made small talk during dinner, talking about anything and everything. Catching up on what’s happened in the few years you hadn’t seen each other.
She told you about how Aegon is doing, how he has a girlfriend now. You told her about how he was the reason you inevitably quit teaching and decided to travel. You talked about your life, how you took the time to really get to know yourself, and how that was the best decision of your life. She vaguely talked about hers, only giving you bits and pieces.
What you did learn was that she was fucking hilarious, and so much more welcoming than other rich housewives you’ve met. You didn’t ask about the dead husband; it was pretty clear by the lack of a ring and her finally smiling.
Alicent listened to every word intently, her big brown eyes staring into yours. She used to always have a sad look inside them but now she was practically beaming. It might have been the wine flushing her cheeks, but you chose to believe it was because of you.
At some point you ended up on the couch watching housewives, at least pretending to. You were both still talking over the noise, slowly leaning into each other each time you laughed.
You leaned forward, brushing a stray hair from Alicent’s face. Your lips brushed together, “you’re beautiful, you know.” Alicent let out a laugh, "You're too much." Her eyes closed, taking the lead and kissing you first.
When your lips met her, it felt as if fireworks had gone off. Your lips were soft like peaches but tasted sweet like cherries. Your hands touched her face gently, leaving trails of electricity where your fingers were touching.
Her own hands gently tracing down your neck, shoulder, and side to rest on your hips. Alicent’s body sunk down on the mattress, letting you move on top of her to do as you pleased. When she broke the kiss to take a deep breath, you kissed down to her neck and jawline, sending vibrations throughout her. She made a sickly-sweet sound that made your ears tingle.
Her hands moved slowly, almost cautiously as she moved your shirt up to feel your bare skin. She delicately traced lines up and down the curves of your waist. Your sweet kisses trailed down her neck, chest, and slowly you lifted up the dress she was wearing. Moving to suckle at the skin around her core, worshiping her thighs.
Alicent let out a soft moan, curling her fingers into your hair. Her soft noises only encouraged you. Your fingers traced her folds, moving their way around the fabric. You looked up, watching her cheeks flush red in embarrassment. A simple nod was the encouragement you needed to continue.
Your lips kissed over the fabric, hearing her breathe become labored. Her fingers tugged lightly at your hair. You pulled down her underwear, moving it down to the end of her legs. It was your turn to blush, seeing how wet she was already.
Her hips twitched when you dragged a finger through her slit, your finger coming back glistening. You eased it inside of her, quickly finding the sweet spongy spot. Her back arched as you moved your finger, soon another one joining. Your tongue sucked at her clit, moving in circles.
Alicent bucked her hips into your hand, her moans filling the air. Her eyes were shut as you made her legs shake. Your tongue moved faster, hearing her sweet cries. She pulled your hair, pressing your mouth harder against her. Her walls tighten around your fingers, letting you know she was close.
Alicent shuddered, gripping your hair harder as she came. Her back arched off the couch, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Her body finally relaxed, laying on the couch. Her eyes closed, a blissful smile on her lips.
You crawled up, leaning over her. You brushed her hair behind her ear, gazing into her brown eyes. They were still sparkling, like two polished stones. Alicent slowly moved her hands down your back, lifting your shirt over your head. She sat up, kissing you softly.
Her hand slowly moved down, grasping your thighs and opening them. Her kisses trailed down your neck, breasts, and stomach. You let out a small noise as she rubbed you through your pants. Her kisses got hungrier as she undid your belt and pulled down everything that covered you.
You let out a squeal of surprise, feeling her pull you on top. Your cheeks flushed red, as she angled your cunt above her mouth. Alicent was precise, her mouth sucking at you gently. Her hands pressed against your hips, keeping you in place.
Your fingers threaded into her hair, holding her face to your cunt. She flicked her tongue against you, moving it in circles. Her hands moved up to squeeze your ass. You grinded against her face, your juices coating her chin and the couch. Alicent hummed against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you.
Her fingers pressed into you, curling up to prod at your sweet spot. She let out a purring noise, making you move your hips faster. Your breath hitched as she moved her fingers faster, sucking at you with a new intensity. Her tongue moved quickly, lapping up all the juices coming from you.
Your thighs quivered as you came, your voice shaking as you did. Alicent kept going, eating you out until she was satisfied. Your legs gave out, dropping you in a pile on top of her. You laid there, letting her wrap her arms around you as you caught your breath.
"Did I do good?" You laughed, leaning forward to kiss her. "You were amazing,” you peppered kisses on her face, eliciting the cutest giggles you’ve ever heard. You rested your head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. Her fingers played with your hair as you both laid there, tangled in each other's arms.
Last night had been one of the most out of character nights of Alicent’s life. She never invited someone over, let alone hooked up with someone. It was new, it was exciting, it was also borderline terrifying. Now that she was alone again her thoughts could once again consume her.
You texted her back, at the very least you weren’t ghosting her. That eased the part of her that was afraid the sex was so bad you would never speak to her again. But now there were other things that bothered her. Your question, to be more specific. “Would you want to be my girlfriend?”
It was too soon to do anything drastic, like a real relationship. Did she want that? The idea of being in a relationship with you was something that sounded nice in her head, But would it be good in reality. Not only was she freshly widowed as well as struggling to come to terms with her sexuality. By now, she should be over caring about what other people thought… She wasn’t over it in the slightest.
There was still this guilt and overwhelming anxiety that was holding her back, the same things that held her back her entire life. Alicent laid in her bed, trying to figure out how to answer your text... “I’m not sure if I’m ready, yet.” She wanted to say more, but her thoughts were quickly turning into a jumbled mess.
“I used to tutor Aegon in mathematics… I’m very patient;)” Alicent rolled her eyes at the winky face, feeling the corners of her mouth twitch into a smile. “But… I bought two tickets to the Bahamas last week… and my mom canceled so there’s an opening.” Her fingers hovered over the screen, she had never been to the Bahamas before.
To be fair, she had never been anywhere but home. Alicent wasn’t one to drop everything and go on vacation…
You made her want to.
Her thumb hovered over the send button for a moment.
Why was this so difficult?
She was free now; she could leave anytime she wanted.
So why did she keep waiting?
She could just let her phone fall out of her hand and pretend she didn’t see the text.
It took everything in her power to hit send, “I’d love too:)”
You had been talking to each other every day for weeks. You’ve gone on several more ‘dates,’ which all ended in someone’s bedroom. She hadn’t ever felt this happy, but right now she was freaking the f out. She might have under-packed or maybe over packed her suitcase. What if the swimsuit didn’t fit like it did in the store? Should she have brought snacks? What if she forgot to lock the house?
The airport was crowded to the point it made everything feel excruciatingly hot. Maybe it was her anxiety that was making her hot. Alicent glanced around at everyone, a million scenarios running through her head. There was no reason for her to be this nervous. Except there were a thousand reasons, she’s never left the country, the plane could crash, and maybe you wouldn’t show up.
The last one wasn’t realistic. You promised to be waiting at the terminal. You always kept your promises, so she had no reason to worry. But what if you changed your mind? What if the flight was canceled? Or you got sick and didn't feel up to flying.
Was her mind just coming up with different scenarios so she wouldn’t get on the plane? Maybe she should turn around and go home. No, she was free now, she was finally over all the bad that happened. So, there was no reason to not get on the plane.
She had been so caught up in her own thoughts she didn't realize they called her boarding group. She slowly made her way to the gate, getting in the very back of the line. Alicent glanced around the terminal, no sign of you anywhere. She started picking at her fingers, a bad habit. When she was younger, she used to dig at them until they bled.
The line moved at an excruciatingly slow pace. Every second felt like an hour and every step felt like a mile. However, she had made it to her seat on the plane in one piece. She was able to get a window seat, something she was thankful for. At least if something bad happened Alicent could watch the plane crash into the waves.
You still hadn’t shown up and her heart rate showed no signs of going down. She could turn back right now, walk off this plane like nothing happened. She could go back to her old life, tucked away safely in her home. She could stop taking risks, what was she even trying to prove? There were thousands of excuses to turn back, and she was using them all.
By letting this plane take off it meant a new beginning, a real one. The real first step, proof she was living differently and for herself. That scared her, did she even deserve to live for herself? What was her worth if she wasn’t serving someone else? Her fingers dug deeper into the bed of her nails; this was a stupid fucking idea.
Alicent heard the flight attendant preparing to close the doors, She glanced down at her leg, preparing to jump out of this seat and run out the door.
Back home.
Back to safety.
Back to what she was used to.
“Hey! Sorry I took so long I was sat in the wrong seat,” your voice was soft and sweet like honey. Alicent turned around, staring into your eyes. You were gorgeous, to the point it made her temporarily forget what was going on in her head. "You made it," she spoke breathlessly, realizing she had been holding her breath the entire time.
“I wouldn’t miss going on a trip with you for the world.” You smiled at her, intertwining your fingers with her own. A sense of calm washed over her, like the waves hitting the sand in the early morning. She finally let herself settle back into the seat, letting her eyes flutter close.
This was okay.
She could do this.
This is freedom.
Alicent Hightower was finally living,
For herself.
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“Are these the May Queens?”
“…You'll actually be here for that.”
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“And - Who are your May Queens?”
“Eh, every Midsummer we have this dance competition and the winner gets crowned, in this.”
“Oh! Wow. Beautiful.”
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Seek and Destroy
Summary: Alicent swears she is not naturally a cruel person. Any semblances of cunning or coldness has been taught, slowly and surely. A gift bestowed to her from the age of ten and five. Something she was weened onto like a babe that suckles for milk from its mother. She has learned at the feet at the best - or maybe the worst. King’s Landing has fallen to Rhaenyra. Her children are scattered around the realm. Lives have been lost already. Alicent’s heart has finally callused. Nothing left but a shell and the venom that seeps out of it.
A/N: This is just something I have been working on. It is not finished obvi. I don’t know if I will expand on it. If I do I will probably post it to ao3
Her father’s blood had splattered into her mouth when she cried out. At first, Alicent did not want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her body shake in worry. Bones rattling together under neath sheathed of silk. Green silks. Or let them take glee in seeing fear in her eyes. She wanted to stand tall as the execution begun. Her father being first to go was for a reason.
Even in his doom, Otto Hightower managed to make his presence looming.
Alicent wanted not to shed a single tear. But then she felt ten and eight again. Just a girl with two children, and burden pressed firmly on her chest to the point where it was hard to breathe. He was unruly and fickle but without him, she would be alone… again.
Her brain settled between ‘This is all his fault. His debt comes due, as it should’ and ‘Daddy, please look me. Tell me you love me, that I made you proud despite of how it ends for us’.
But all her father told her was to look away. As if to shield her from a terror that had already came. A terror he brought. The horror was on their doorstep now. She was rutted in each night against her wishes; she bore four children - ones she could not save. They bore her grandchildren that she loved in a way she was not able to love her own children. Maybe if she could not help her own, she could do better with the littlest ones.
Jaehaerys. Oh, my poor Jaehaerys.
Everyone is gone. If not in person, in spirit.
Gwayne is gone. Her brother dragged into this mess. When he had arrived in King’s Landing, she has almost missed him amongst the other Oldtown knights. Her heart had sunk lower that she thought it could at the thought of not even recognizing her own kin. His face was one that was no longer burned in her brain.
Helaena’s mind and heart has been rotted from the inside out. On a good day, Alicent can force her to eat and drink. She bathes her daughter as if she still a babe. There is no light in Helaena’s eyes.
Alicent’s mouth feels as if a pile of sand has been dumped in her mouth if she thinks too long about how cold she was when Aemond left for the Riverlands. He gave her a kiss a cheek and muttered a pitiful sorry.
It was all he had said since coming back from Storm’s End. Different variations of the same thing. He never begged for forgiveness from the Gods but from her.
Sorry, mother. I’m so sorry mother.
If she could crush skulls with her bare hands, Alicent would. Not off strength, she’s always been a slip of a woman. But off the hatred that seemed into her bones.
She was prepared to die. She thinks she has been from the moment Viserys said he would marry her. From the moment the maester congratulated her on being pregnant with Aegon. Death had been a thing she even welcomed at times. When the lonliness felt too deep, when she could not stomach being called to Viserys chambers at night, when she had to look at her children for too long. She eyed Criston’s sword one too many times to admit. So, when Daemon leers over her with that cruel, ugly smile of his, she straightens her back and sniffs away her tears. He, of course, got the honors to kill her father; a task Alicent is sure he has wanted to do for decades.
It was Daemon who pushed her hair to the side with such gentleness it made her a bit sick. The coolness of Dark Sister pressed softly against her neck.
Alicent says a quick prayer to the Mother for her children. She knows it is to no veil; they were doomed the moment they came out of her. Mayhaps, this is her punishment for bearing them.
She does not sob over herself. Her lot in life has been well accepted. But Alicent wants to claw at her own face, peel back her own flesh so she is frayed out, when she thinks of her kids.
Let the Mother keep them safe as they do what is only imaginable in their wildest nightmares. May the horrors committed not leave them too soiled.
“Wait,” Rhaenyra’s voice calls out in the Grand Hall. It echoes so loud that Alicent flinches, the blade swiping gently against her neck. She still shivers from head to toe.
Daemon huffs, before removing the blade cautiously.
Alicent peers up at the stairs that lead to the Iron Throne. Rhaenyra gestures softly to her husband to come up the stairs. Daemon does not fully sheathe Dark Sister but complies anyway. A piece of Alicent’s hair obstructs her view, but through it, her eyes stay trained on Rhaenyra. Or whoever the person wearing the crown is.
The woman looks like the Rhaenyra. The same long silvery blonde hair styled elaborately on top of her head with the rest hanging in a braid. Her long riding dress is a deep black with red stitching and a red dragon collar. Red and purple dragons snaking their way up her sleeves. The woman has Rhaenyra’s eyes and nose, but Alicent has never felt more confused about who stands at the feet of the Iron Throne. The woman’s mouth pinches the way a young Rhaenyra’s would when she was distressed.
Rhaenyra’s look makes Alicent think of the stories of warrior queen Visenya. Rhaenyra would often laud the might and cunning of her ancestor. After the pain, humiliation, and anger post Aemond’s losing his eye, Alicent had chucked softly to herself, in the privacy of her chambers. at the thought her son riding the Conqueror Queen’s beloved dragon. Because of course it would be one of her kids to claim the old bitch.
But despite the styling callback, a warrior Rhaenyra is not.
And based on the look of disgust settling on Daemon’s face, he thinks the same of his wife.
He will never see you as an equal, she wants to call out. It does not matter how many crowns you put on your head, how many dragons you claim - you always just be his little niece… a silly woman. The means to his end.
Their conversation reaches a cacophony and Alicent desperately wants to know what it being said. Is Rhaenyra asking him to make it as gruesome as possible? Maybe they will drag her body out in front of the castle for all the small folk to see. A warning for what can happen if they defy their queen. Alicent already knows the heads of those that helped Aegon and his kids escape will be next once they catch them.
Rhaenyra reaches out to grab Daemon’s arm, but he is already down the stairs muttering expletives out his mouth. Alicent hears the word whore, and scoffs internally. She fights back a sad smile that almost forces itself on her face. Not the first time she has heard that, and surely will not be the last. Poor Daemon has never been clever with his insults. They are as simple as he is. She is the nasty deceitful, whore that seduced Viserys and ruined everything. Used her wily, womanly magic, her cunt, to lure the King of the Fucking Seven Kingdoms into submission. She always noticed how Daemon always acted like she stole Viserys from him.
The same way the maidens whose virtue Daemon stole must be whores too. The same way Queen Aemma must have been inadequate since she did not give Viserys what he wanted. Something must have been wrong with Rhea and Laena too. Maybe even Daemon’s own daughters are not enough. Surely, something is wrong with Rhaenyra. Something that makes Daemon’s stomach curdle. Such is the way with men like him.
Viserys will be remembered as a peaceful king, and a gentle man. A king who was so averse to conflict that he raped Alicent for children he then neglected once they came. He was so kind he made sure his first wife died in a pool of blood with nothing but screams of agony and pleas of mercy dying in her lips.
She wonders if Rhaenyra knows that charming story. Would she still have felt safe under the patronage of Viserys if she knew such? Imagine the horror that Alicent felt when she overheard maesters whispering of such when she was pregnant with Aegon.
Alicent is sure Daemon will die being known as a ‘true’ and ‘honest’ warrior. Apparently, there are those that think there is some sort of honor in being upfront about ones rotting heart. As if his cavalier attitude negates the atrocities on his hands. The world has taught Alicent that type of ruthlessness is only tolerated at the hands of a man.
And Alicent, in all her attempts to do right, to keep her head above water, to appease and break herself down into a small enough package that all can accept her, will be known as a whore. A seducer, a scheming bitch that stole the agency of a grown man. She will die being blamed and accused.
It only seemed right she supposed.
Viserys the Peaceful. Daemon the Honest. Alicent… the Whore.
Her confusion mounts when Daemon does not come back to her to finish the job. Instead, he continues walking, right past and leaving the hall in a fit of anger and rage. Alicent knees have begun to ache from being crouched. Rhaenyra clears her throat, and Alicent eyes slowly go back to her. Dark bags rimmed Rhaenyra’s eyes, only drawing more attention to the extremely dark limbal ring that surrounded deep amethyst. When Alicent heard about Lucerys’ death, it had shaken her to her core. Frankly more for Aemond’s sake than for Rhaenyra’s or the boy’s. The thought of peace still naively in her mind. Alicent always seemed to the last one to arrive at the right conclusions. A fatal flaw of hers unfortunately.
You were already ill-fated, you foolish boy! Why make yourself accursed as well!
But when Alicent heard of Jacaerys’ death, she knew what was to come.
There are few things a parent loves more than their first born.
…. Alicent had never known what the smell of burning flesh was like till Aegon.
“I have decided to spare your life,” the few people that stood in the hall, her council, begin to whisper to each other. Rhaenyra shifts uncomfortably at the eyes on her. “For the sake of my father, who loved you once.”
Alicent blinks once, then twice, then three times. She is almost a bit disappointed. Rhaenyra has taken so much and now she has taken death off the table too.
And is that what they are calling what Viserys did to her? Love? Rhaenyra could not possibly believe that. Not now after everything. After the way Rhaenyra would so seamlessly twist the knife when she had the chance, when she was backed in a corner. Rhaenyra knew there was no love there. Not for Alicent and definitely not for her children.
The words crawl up her throat before she can stop them. She must know. “And what of my girl? What of Queen Helaena?”
The queen part slips out truly on accident, a panicked slip of the tongue, but Rhaenyra’s mouth curls a bit in a sneer.
If her Helaena is to die at the hands of one of Rhaenyra’s butchers, to meet the same evil fate Jaehaerys did, then Alicent might beg for the sword. Or a rope and one of the high ceilings of the Red Keep.
Something cold and numb flashes behind Rhaenyra’s already hallow eyes. As if she is just now remembering that she had a sister that still occupied the castle.
“The princess will be spared as well.”
Rhaenyra waves a ringed hand at the guard to have Alicent taken away. Before she can even register was has happened, she is dragged away by the arms.
“Let her be bound in a manner fitting of her new station,” Rhaenyra sits in the Irone Throne elegantly as Alicent goes.
Alicent’s frantic eyes look at her father’s limp body one last time. His blood spilled on the ground. His head separated from the rest of him. It is the first and only time Alicent has ever seen her father so… small.
If Otto was alive now, and they were alone, he would tell her that he was right. He said as much after Jaehaerys was killed. Right before Aegon snatched the hand pin off his grandsire’s jacket and screamed at him that all that cunning had gone to waste by Otto being a ‘bastard that was too thick in the head for his own good’. Otto would say they should have had mercenaries go to Dragonstone and do the deed while they had the chance. He would still be alive. As would Gwayne and Jaehaerys. Helaena would not be in a fugue state beyond repair. Alicent’s boys would be home, and well. Daeron could have come back to King’s Landing for a coronation that was not rushed nor interrupted. Aemond would not have blood on his ledger.
Aegon would be king with no one in his path.
You know it. You're no fool and yet you choose not to see it. The time is coming, Alicent. Either you prepare Aegon to rule, or you cleave to Rhaenyra and pray for her mercy.
She stumbles all the way back to the Holdfast with thoughts swirling in her head.
Alicent did not prepare Aegon, the way she should have. But she was not prepared for such things; so how did anyone expect her to know better. How can a child help a child. How does the blind lead the blind. She may not have done what she needed for Aegon, not in that moment. But she refuses to cleave now. Mercy is not a luxury she has been granted for some time.
Have you ever imagined yourself on the Iron Throne?
No, of course not. Alicent can be naive, but never stupid. Never foolish or too hot on herself. Her veins have turned ice cold. She does not have her children the way she would want to. Alicent has never had a dragon to threaten others with. The army at her disposal is elsewhere fighting a futile battle. Not even Criston is here.
She just has herself, and right now that has to be enough. It must be enough.
#im very interesting in her queen in chains era#I don’t even know the ending part of this#it would be mixing book lore and hotd tho#there might be rhaenicent… maybe idk#but it will maybe be from Alicent and Helaena’s pov#pro alicent hightower#alicent hightower#alicent hightower fanfic#alicent hightower imagine#pro team green#hotd imagine#queen alicent#I am writing a different Alicent thing but that one is almost done I think#Alicent imagine
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Golden age
A/N: Got inspired to write a little drabble for Alicent based on this song
Summary: Alicent reminisces on time lost and memories of love.
Word count: 508
She holds the dress in her hands close to her frame as the doors to her chambers shut for the night. It is the hour of the bat and she finds herself unwilling to call upon Talya to help her undress. The fabric crinkles as she struggles to slip it on, the act in itself feeling sacred yet scarred. The green soothes her skin, clings to her like a cloak, a shroud of protection despite being delivered to duty in it all those years ago.
She finds herself brushing her fingers over her waist, noticing how the velvet tightens around her womb, now long past bearing fruit and wonders how her mother felt when she wore it last. She remembers a banquet, of days past, a happy smile, restrained yet content as she gazed at her father. Love the word in itself holds no meaning anymore.
She remembers a girl from the past, excited for the royal tourney, eager to bestow her favor to a knight she'd only dreamed about. The ballads and tales that regaled her fell in a swoop that day, lost to the death of the late queen. The tears don't come anymore as she recalls her wedding day.
“Somber and solemn as it should be” her father had said as he'd walked her down the aisle.
“We'll change history today, daughter. You've made our house proud”.
She hadn't felt brave then, letting in a man who'd brought in the very pain that afflicted him, drowning her in a pool of blood and tears.
“This is the price we pay for greatness, for the good of the realm” she'd heard.
Whispers and assurances passed over meals, in the corridors and great halls as she floundered with the veneer of her head held high. Perhaps it was her. Anyone else would have rejoiced at the position bestowed on her yet how could she claim this to be love when she'd felt it once before, even in a dream.
“You're the most comely girl at court Alicent, why do you ruin yourself so”.
His words rang true even in absence, as the people she trusted dwindled and the drapes and tapestries changed, her enclosure remaining the same guarded by bloodied hands, four instead of two.
The green catches the light of a withering candle nearby and she can see her eyes illuminated by it, feeling the depth of emotion coursing through her.
“You look just like your mother in certain lights”
She sees it now, not in the weight of her sorrow but the flecks of gold that cast their shadows. A memory emerges, of fire and uncertainty, a kingly remark of succession whispered with drunken callousness “I had a dream”
“My son shall be anointed in the way of the Conqueror. Let the people remember the ancient strength of House Targaryen”
Green and gold greet her as she emerges at dawn, straight faced as she gazes at her son shouldered with duty.
“Gold shall eclipse green henceforth and perhaps I'll have lit my way through the dark.”
#house of the dragon#alicent fics#zae's fics#alicent hightower fic#hotd imagine#Spotify#alicent hightower#alicentedit#hotd characters and songs#alicent imagine
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Can You Think of Me For Once?~Rhaenyra x Alicent (House Of The Dragon)
Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Alicent Hightower
Genre: Angst, hurt and comfort, enemies to lovers, smut
Summary: After hearing Rhaenyra’s apology and offer to marry her son to her daughter, Allicent immediately goes to see Rhaenyra; they both try to be civil yet emotion and tension rip from them, along with the passion that was building between them prior to the last ten years.
Writer’s Note: Finally my first Rhaenicent fic! I love these two and the show is just making my heart grow fonder for this ship. Hope ya’ll enjoy!
Word Count: 4, 196
Rhaenyra bit the inside of her lip as soon as the words left her mouth. Commanding her husband, Laenor to remain in Kings Landing by her side instead of abiding by his wishes of battle and traversing the sea, something that’s been in his blood as a Veleryon and the son of The Sea Snake. It was as if someone forbade her to take flight on Syrax, leaving her stunted in one place, rather than in the air, wind licking at her platinum locks.
Laenor stayed in stunned silence. His tipsy stupor simmered at her words as he gripped tightly onto his cup of wine.
“I’ll do as my wife and princess commands,” Laenor said. “Stay by your side, whatever you wish.”
Rhaenyra jerked at how quiet Laenor sounded as if he was scolded by a parent and didn’t want to say much. Maybe motherhood hardened her to that degree, but she never wanted to be as stern with Laenor. He was just keeping up with appearances for the past ten years, like Rhaenyra and wanted to go back into the life he once had. She couldn’t blame him for that.
“Laenor, I--”
The Princess was cut off by the door to her chambers opening.
Ser Westerling, one of her father’s kingsguard and her personal knight for the afternoon opened it. He bowed his head before speaking.
“Princess, Queen Alicent Hightower would like to speak with you,” Ser Westerling said.
Rhaenyra’s entire body froze at the kingsguard’s word. What could Alicent possibly want? To ridicule her sons appearance like she did before? Mock Laenor of how someday the kids will resemble him? The thoughts swirled in Rhaenyra’s head for a moment, picking and tearing at the straggled end of her gown.
“Rhaenyra?” Laenor called to her.
Rhaenyra’s head jerked up to see Laenor at her side, concern marking his face along with a sense of uneasiness she’d seen before they became husband and wife; a look of uncertainty about the future and what it would be like with Rhaenyra.
“I thought we’ve been through this, your grace,” Laenor snapped.
Ser Westerling stepped to the side as Alicent walked in slow yet with her head held high as she always did for the past ten years, as if she was better than what Laenor and Rhaenyra seemed to have falsely created to her.
“I’d like to speak to the Princess alone, Ser Laenor,” Allicent said. “If the Princess would have me?”
Alicent’s voice was sharp and commanding, a tone she used in frequent during the ten years she began growing in her role as queen. Rhaenyra couldn’t help but not look at the Queen, not because of fear, but because of the remnants of the past; memories that swirled and caught up in the cogs of her mind only heightened with the hormones childbirth brought with her: memories of being with Allicent.
“Rhaenyra?” Laenor said. He rested a hand on her arm, breaking her fidget fit of yanking on a straggled piece of her gown. “Y-you don’t look so good, Allicent can leave if you aren’t up for another one of her intrusive fits.”
The hardened look that graced Laenor’s face was gone, replaced with an air of concern he carried a lot during the past ten years. Childbirth and it’s many complications rocked Rhaenyra (she’s still experiencing some pains of childbirth from her third son, Joffery). Laenor would try and soften her up with jokes that didn’t humor her at all, yet he was always there for her and their sons, whether or not they were his blood.
“Intrusive fits or not, she’s here without my father for a reason,” Rhaenyra said as she sat up. “I’ll let her say her peace.”
Laenor opened his mouth to protest, yet shut it just as quick at his princess taking his hand to give it a strong squeeze.
“You of all people should know how complicated things can be,” Rhaenyra continued. She tapped Laenor’s knuckles with the tips of her fingers. “We both know you prefer goose to roasted duck. And I prefer roasted duck at times and goose at other times.”
Laenor nodded quickly, as if he heard these words all before.
“Of course I understand that Rhaenyra,” he said. “But to still hold onto to what you had for each other as maidens is absurd! Not after she tried sullying our sons, and after she made you carry Joffery to her once he was fresh from your womb!”
Rhaenyra bit her lip, she almost drew blood but held off in order to squeeze Laenor’s hand tighter. He was right, Alicent caused her so much harm: not telling her of courting her father, the passive aggressive move with the green dress during her and Laenor’s wedding; and just not hearing her out--Allicent was good at that, living in whatever fantasy she could conjure based on the words of others (Otto Hightower’s especially). Rhaenyra wanted to hear Alicent out just this once. Maybe that would be enough to finally allow Alicent to forgive her. Rhaenyra didn’t care if she hated her, well without good reason.
“Rhaenyra, tell me to leave and I will, or tell me to stay,” Laenor whispered. He clasped both of his hands around Rhaenyra’s before continuing. “Just say something.”
“Go on, Laenor,” Rhaenyra said. She brought his hand to her mouth and pressed a kiss to it. “Train with Ser Qarl, make sure our sons are practicing their sword play, they’ll be fine knights someday, right?”
Laenor blinked, lip poked out as if he were to cry; he stood up anyway, kissing Rhaenyra on the forehead before giving her hand one last squeeze.
“As you wish, Princess,” he said. He stepped to the door, not even sparing a glance to Alicent before leaving.
“Leave us, ser,” Alicent said to ser Westerling. Her face relaxed a bit from holding a heavy stone of composure. “This is a private matter.”
Ser Westerling gave Alicent a quick side glance prior to meeting the eyes of his crown Princess. Rhaenyra noticed to hesitation in the knight’s face. He didn’t know if she’d be safe based on it how his hand remained near the hilt of his blade. Perhaps he picked up on how power hungry the Hightowers’ were, well how Otto Hightower was; Kingsguard knew more than they let on as silent sentinels who watch the halls whenever they were empty or not.
“It’s Ok, ser,” Rhaenyra said. “Go to the end of the hall, this should not take long.”
Ser Westerling relaxed at the Princess’s word. He bowed to both Rhaenyra and Alicent then left them with the slam of the chamber door.
Silence followed as Ser Westerlings footfalls trailed down the hall. Rhaenyra picked at the straggled fabric of her dress; Alicent touched her own neck, gripping at her throat, stopping for a moment before picking at her nails.
“You could at least look at me,” Alicent said. She jerked at the pain of her nails at her own flesh before stopping, opting to grip at her forearms. “I’m your Queen, it’s the least you could do.”
Rhaenyra pulled quite hard at the straggled fabric, breaking it completely. She chuckled as it fell from her fingers. Here Alicent was flexing her queenly muscles when she gave Rhaenyra all the power at that moment. She hadn’t came to Rhaenyra’s personal chambers since they were maidens, a surprise that she only dreamed could come to fruition again. Now here Alicent was in all her queenly glory draped in her green gown, striped of her golden necklace, aside from the rings Rhaenyra noticed on her fingers. A red one, alike to one she wore when they were younger, a time when she bore the Targaryen colors of the family she married into.
“You must be chasing some ounce of respect, my Queen,” Rhaenyra said. “By all means the heir to the throne should get that luxury as well.”
Alicent scoffed. Her hands moved again, this time up her arms, gripping and clawing at her forearm.
“Why should I give you something that you feel so entitled to?” she said. “Why should I give you respect when you don’t even respect yourself, Princess? Your boys don’t even resemble you much, let alone ser Laenor.”
Rhaenyra shook her head. She chose to play and occupy her vision with something else since the straggled fabric of string fell to it’s death: her necklace that hung close and near her throat. The Princess felt breathless. She was used to Alicent and the rumors of her sons’ parentage swirling about court, yet hearing them spat in her face by Alicent herself, especially when they were so close at one point. She’d rather be asphyxiated by Syrax’s flames than talk about this. But to get through to Alicent, or at least get her to understand what she’s been through for the past ten years, she’d have to face them.
“They don’t need to resemble me nor Laenor, they are still mine,” Rhaenyra said. She clutched onto the end of her necklace, still paying attention to it and not her Queen. “They are my sons, of Targaryen blood and have claimed dragons, Princes of Dragonstone in their own right. Why does it matter that they look a certain way? My father accepts them and so does my husband.”
Alicent laughs humorlessly.
“So you admit to it then?” she said. “They are your bastards is that--”
“Do not sully them anymore!” Rhaenyra roared. Tears pricked at her eyes as she bit down at her lip, drawing a little blood now. “Say what you want about me as you’ve always did but leave my sons’ out of this.”
“Well, your sons’ have been the topic of late, remember?” Alicent said. She drew closer to Rhaenyra, stopping a few feet at the sound of the Princess’s sniffle. “You asked for the betrothal of my daughter to your eldest.”
It was Rhaenyra’s turn for a humorless laugh; it bubbled up hard and messy as it lurched up from her throat. Alicent flinched at the abrupt sound, eyebrows raised in confusion.
“And you refused, not evening saying a word. I looked like a fool,” Rhaenyra said. The bitterness swam amongst her tongue yet swallowed it whole as she continued. “It was foolish to think that something was still there.”
“What? What’s still there?” Alicent said. she grimaced as she grew antsy with her hands, alternating from digging her nails into her forearm or just letting them hang by her side. “Gods, Rhaenyra, look at me.”
Rhaenyra pursed her lips and shook her head twice. Alicent sounded so desperate, tiny bit scared, taking Rhaenyra back to their maiden days; under the Weirwood, head in her lap as she voiced her carefree nature that countered Alicent’s righteous, yet stern ways. She missed it. Craved it even.
“Look at me!” Alicent growled. She winced at the pain of nails against flesh but didn’t relent. “Be transparent with me for once! By the Gods, you owe it to me! After all this time you hadn’t sacrificed a thing! Duty is trampled under your pretty foot as it always has, yet I have to be the one to suffer!”
“You have suffered?” Rhaenyra said. She stood up now, finally granting Alicent her wish to look at her. “And I haven’t? I? Who had to marry a man not of love but the duty to further my legacy to continue the great Targaryen dynasty, the same of which you do!”
Alicent’s eyes grew huge and glossy, mouth plunged into a frown as she continued to fire back at the Princess.
“Yet I remain in high graces in court!” she said. “Never have I sullied my reputation while bedding other men. Not a sworn knight, or shield and certainly not an uncle.”
Rhaenyra stalked to Alicent. The Queen flinched, tried to back away but the Princess was quicker to take her shoulders in her hold.
“Nothing happened between Daemon and I. Why can’t you get that through your head,” Rhaenyra said. “He may have touched me but--”
“But you lied to me regardless!” Alicent snapped back. She pushed against Rhaenyra but the Princess didn’t budge. “Sullying your maidenhood when all I ever did was protect you and you lied to me!”
Rhaenyra laughed again: this time more bitter than the last, scratchy and deep.
“There it is, that cloak of self righteousness you’ve always hid under!” Rhaenyra spat. The tears spilled, now rolling down her cheeks. “J-Just tell me how you really feel about me! Don’t hate my children, they have nothing to do with this! Aim your arrow of hate at me!”
Alicent’s own tears spilled as well.
“I don’t hate you Rhaenyra, Gods. Can’t you just think of me for once!” she screamed. Her throat hurt, raw and rough but she continued, squeezing Rhaenyra’s shoulders that she’d surely leave a mark. “I love you! I-I’ve always loved you! Why can’t that get through to you--”
Rhaenyra cut the Queen off immediately; the Princess pressed her lips against Alicent’s in a kiss. Alicent froze. Her grip on Rhaenyra’s shoulders loosened as she began to kiss back. Rhaenyra didn’t catch the action fast enough, pulling away just as quickly. Alicent held a hand to her mouth, eyes darting everywhere in the room except for Rhaenyra, who kept her eyes on the unnerved Queen.
Silence followed again. Rhaenyra watched as Alicent’s face grew clouded in a myriad of emotions.
Maybe this was all wrong, the Princess thought. Maybe Laenor was right after all.
“F-Forgive me, my Queen, I--”
Alicent stepped back into Rhaenyra’s space and placed a hand on the Princess’s cheek. Her eyes jumped between Rhaenyra’s face and mouth, silently asking for permission.
The Princess granted her request, kissing the Queen yet again. Alicent reciprocated eagerly, hands resting against Rhaenyra’s chest as the kiss deepened. Rhaenyra’s hands caressed Alicent’s face; fingers shook yet she was careful with each stroke, afraid that the woman she loved would disappear, or worse of all, she’d wake from this dream.
Alicent pulled back, breathless and glossy eyed. She was still unsure while her hands picked at the fabric of Rhaenyra’s gown, watching the Princess’s chest rise and fall too.
“Rhaenyra--”
“I-I love you too, Alicent,” the Princess choked out. “I-I love you so much.”
Alicent kissed her again. Hands flew to clutch at the Princess’s shoulders as the kiss grew heated. Rhaenyra followed suit, arms wrapping around Alicent’s waist to back her up toward her bed. The Queen gasped once her back hit the bed, eyes a bit dazed while they searched and search through Rhaenyra’s. They kissed once more, brief and deep as Rhaenyra hovered over the Queen’s body.
“W-We don’t have to- I-I didn’t mean to--”
Rhaenyra’s words were cut off by Alicent’s lips; a moan tore from her at the taste of her friend and maybe now lover? The Queen was so tender, a stark contrast to how indignant she was in the past ten years. Rhaenyra couldn’t help but ponder the idea as she kissed and caressed at Alicent’s face with fresh tears making a mess of both their faces.
“N-No, my Prin--Rhaenyra don’t cry,” Alicent said. She sniffed too, trying to remain together for the both of them yet her tears flowed along with Rhaenyra’s. “I-I’ve wanted you for years now. Gods, I-I couldn’t bare never kissing you and how much envy and hate I’ve held for you and whatever man you decided to bed.”
Rhaenyra nodded, holding onto every word.
“I’m sorry,” Rhaenyra whispered. “I’m so sorry Alicent.”
Alicent shook her head and pulled Rhaenyra flush to her, making the Princess straddle her on the bed.
“Don’t be, just kiss me again, please?”
Rhaenyra obliged, kissing Alicent harder now. They both moved fervently against one another: hands ripping and pulling at the fabric of gowns; tongues and breaths dancing and fighting for dominance.
“R-Rhaenyra, I-I want you,” Alicent whispered. She pulled back from Rhaenyra, holding onto the Princess’s forearms tightly. “C-Can you undress me?”
Rhaenyra froze as she tried catching her breath. Was she really not dreaming? She tried concentrating her breathing enough to answer Alicent. The Queen noticed the Princess’s daze, reaching up to take the woman’s face in her hands.
“A-Are you all right?” she said. “Did I say the wrong thing, Rhaenyra? D-Did I misread this?”
Alicent’s thumb traced Rhaenyra’s face a few times, breaking the Targaryen from her numbness.
“No, you didn’t I-I just didn’t know if this was a truly a dream or not,” Rhaenyra said. She leaned into Alicent’s palm as the Queen traced a small pattern along her cheek. “T-These ten years of strife between us have paid me, Alicent.”
Alicent shushed the Princess against with the softest, briefest kiss.
“I hope you forgive me, Rhaenyra,” she whispered against her lips. “I wish to love you as I did before. Even more, if you’d have me, princess?”
Rhaenyra nodded. She couldn’t speak, instead kissing Alicent. It was the only thing simple at the moment, like breathing. The Princess’s hands traveled to the laces of the Queen’s dress, untying quickly and with ardent; the Queen kneaded at the Princess’s gown, pulling it down to caress pale, beautiful skin.
Alicent’s skin was just as gorgeous: Rhaenyra’s purple eyes drunk in all of it, along with the curve and perk of the Queen’s breasts and the stretch marks that marred soft skin of her abdomen due to four pregnancies.
“I-I’m sure I’m not as fair and comely as I was,” Alicent whispered while her eyes fell to her exposed skin.
Rhaenyra shook her head. She pulled her own gown down all the way to reveal her own naked form. The Princess had stretch marks from her own births, along with a slight burn mark.
“What happened there?” Alicent said. She reached to touch the mark, yet paused due to uncertainty.
The Princess took her hand however, putting it against the mark.
“Syrax was very...rambunctious while I bonded with her,” Rhaenyra said. She jumped at the sensation of Alicent’s fingers but soon relaxed. “She burned me a bit before I could jump out of the way of her flames.”
Alicent retracted her hands, as if she was burned herself.
“And you never told me?” she said. “R-Rhaenyra--”
Rhaenyra took Alicent’s hand and laced it with her own. Purple Valyrian eyes met Alicent’s dark brown ones; a silent promise to tell that everything was all right.
“I-I never wanted to worry or scare you,” Rhaenyra said. “You know how you get and you shouldn’t worry about how fair or comely you think you aren’t. You’re the fairest to me, my Queen. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”
Alicent flushed at Rhaenyra’s words.
“You flatter me, Princess,” she said. “Would you be lucky to have me?”
Rhaenyra giggled, brought Alicent closer by the waist then tipped her head down to kiss her.
“I would be.”
Sure and decisiveness followed the next kisses. Warm bodies met in a dance that rivaled the passions of dragons that roar and conquered the skies above them. Rhaenyra ran hot as them all, Syrax included (could or couldn’t be because of the fire that graced her rider), Alicent felt it as the Princess kissed down her neck. They wrapped each other up in their limbs, lying across Rhaenyra’s bed. Lips attached themselves lower to Alicent’s chest as the Queen gasped at the feeling. She carded her hand through Rhaenyra’s silver locks, quivering while the Princess led open mouth kisses down her belly, stopping just above her thighs.
“Please, I-I want to feel you, Rhaenyra, please,” Alicent begged. “Gods, I--”
Rhaenyra chuckled. Her breath played at Alicent’s skin, forcing her back to arch a bit.
“I’ve hardly touched you my Queen,” Rhaenyra said. She pressed a few kisses, skimming them out to Alicent’s inner thighs. “Have you never had the beauty of pleasure? Even while birthing so many children?”
Alicent shook her head.
“I haven’t had the luxury of that, nor many lovers as you had,” the Queen admitted. “Plus the only times I’ve ever laid with a man, the King was for my duties of childbirth.”
Rhaenyra rested her head against Alicent’s stomach, frowning at the Queen’s words.
“And here I thought my father was blood of the dragon,” Rhaenyra said. She continued her kisses, nipping at Alicent’s delicate skin. “Maybe I’ll show you what a true dragon could do.”
Alicent bit her lip. A cheek word rose to the Queen’s lips, yet she chose to play at the Princess instead.
“Show me then,” she said. Alicent thread her fingers deeper inside the Targaryen’s locks, yanking a bit. “You learned a lot at those brothels, didn’t you?”
Rhaenyra shuddered a nod as she continued trailing kisses across Alicent’s thigh. Once she ghosted her center, the Queen jerked and moaned the Princess’s name.
“R-Rhaenyra, Gods, please I-- Fuck!”
Rhaenyra licked a long and hefty stripe along Alicent’s pussy, forcing the Queen to shove her head back against the pillows and covers in absolute bliss. Another moan ripped from Alicent, hands tugging harder at Rhaenyra’s hair, nearly ripping it out. The Princess groaned at the feeling, adding onto the noise that pour from Alicent’s mouth.
“Mmmh, Gods, so loud for me,” Rhaenyra purred. “Maybe you should be quieter, my Queen. My father could send in his guards at any moment. Ser Westerling is still down the hall.”
“Gods, I don’t care about any of that!” Alicent roared. “I-I just need you, right now. Please, Rhaenyra.”
Rhaenyra frowned.
“I’m being serious Alicent,” she said.
A look of indignation painted Alicent’s face as she sighed. Her hands then scoured the bed, finding a pillow before pressing it to her mouth. Rhaenyra snorted a laugh at her lover’s action.
“Alicent--”
“Finish me off, Rhaenyra,” Alicent said. She ran her fingers through Rhaenyra’s hair rather tenderly this time. “Please. As I’ve always wanted you to. For so long.”
Rhaenyra almost faltered: Alicent’s eyes were sincere, shined with enough love to kill her then and there. The Princess granted the Queen’s request before diving back into her sweetness. Alicent’s mouth bit down on the pillow, muffling every sound that tour from her; Rhaenyra groaned at her eagerness even though she couldn’t hear them clearly, the energy was still present. Alicent’s juices fell from the Queen’s center and down to the Princess’s mouth. The Princess felt the Queen grow tighter, lapping at her succulent pussy. She added two fingers to help with the stimulation.
“Come for me, Allicent,” Rhaenyra coaxed. Her fingers moved fluidly. “It’s okay to.”
As if Rhaenyra’s words were her tipping point, Alicent came. It rang through the pillow, but the muffled sound still excited Rhaenyra as she pulled the pillow away from the Queen’s clutches. Alicent’s eyes were tearful, her face flushed with enough red to rival Targaryen flags and sigils; her chest rose and fell rapidly.
Rhaenyra felt proud. She crawled back up to lay beside the Queen.
“How was that, my Queen?”
Alicent just smiled, caught her breath and pressed closer to Rhaenyra, tucking into her side enough to snuggle in.
“Perfect as you are, Princess,” Alicent said. She pressed a kiss to Rhaenyra’s cheek then neck, hands wondering down to the Princess’s own folds. “Gods, you’re so wet.”
Rhaenyra moaned at Alicent’s steady work, leaning her head down to the Queen’s neck to cover the noises. Alicent watched: mouth slightly open to take in her Princess’s moans, coaxed by the slick and wet noises her fingers produced through the Targaryen’s sweet folds.
“Come whenever you want,” Alicent whispered. Lust filled her words, countering the fond look she gave Rhaenyra. “You look so lovely, your sounds too. Gods, you’re such a delight.”
Rhaenyra came, stiffening in Alicent’s arms with a cry; The Queen was there however, caressing the Princess’s sides and bringing her into an embrace.
“Shhh, I’m here,” Alicent reassured. “I’m right here, Rhaenyra.”
Rhaenyra rested her head against Allicent’s chest, pelting it with a few tears.
“Will you stay? Just until I fall asleep?” the Princess asked.
Alicent leaned down to kiss her; sure, true and full of enough love that transcend the time of their maidenhood.
“I’ll stay as long as you wish,” the Queen said. “But don’t nap too long, we have to tell your father of our newest betrothal.”
Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow, eyes already slid close.
“But you are already married Alicent,” she said. “Plus, I don’t think my father would be too fond of me taking his wife.”
Alicent gasped and hit Rhaenyra playfully against the side.
“Rhaenyra!” she said. Her skin grew hot at the suggestion but she soon found her words and continued. “I’m talking about finally joining together our fractured factions. My daughter Helaena marrying your son, Jacaerys to finally end all of this.”
Rhaenyra opened her eyes to meet Alicent’s.
“Really?”
Alicent nodded, brushing a few stray strands of silver hair from Rhaenyra’s face.
“Yes, anything for you. For us.”
The Princess pressed a kiss to the Queen’s hand, giving her a bright smile to inflate the excitement radiating from her.
“I love you, Alicent.”
“I love you too, Rhaenyra.”
#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd spoilers#rhaenyra targaryen#rhaenyra x alicent#alicent hightower#rhaenicent#game of thrones#house of the dragon fanfiction#rhaenyra imagine#alicent imagine#rhaenyra targaryen imagine#hotd imagine#fire and blood#alicent x rhaenyra#laenor velaryon#hotd imagines#house of the dragon imagines#alicent targaryen
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I’m back on Tumblr and I INSTANTLY been craving an Alicent Hightower fanfic. Like a fem oc fanfic with her. I think she is such a complex character on HOTD and like I was lowkey a rhaenicent shipper (obviously harwin too) and I’ve just been craving a book with it.
I haven’t really found any so if any one has any fic recs for Alicent Hightower x Fem oc/reader PLEASE DONT KEEP THEM AWAY TELL ME
I might just have to write one myself but idk if I’m ready for such a commitment
(Im talking about Alicent from the HOTD show and not the books idk shit about the books)
#alicent hightower#queen alicent#rhaenicent#Alicent Hightower fanfic#hotd alicent#hotd fanfic#rhaenyra x alicent#alicent imagine#alicent hightower imagine#hottee secrets
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What a dialogue
#tmp#the magnus protocol#alice dyer#sam khalid#art#fanart#for the sake of not being overdramatic I must say that Alice talking about manky hole with the most deadpan face imaginable is comedy to me
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yes i know heartstopper is "cringe" and yes I know you think it's not that deep but you've endured years of cringe oversexualized shows about high schoolers where the gays are delegated to sub plots I'm sure a few hours of queer people being safe and happy and loved won't kill you so please shut the fuck up
#im so fucking TIRED of people acting like heartstopper is a new brand of cringe#they're literal 15/16 year olds what the fuck do you wqnt from them#imagine letting the vampire diaries and teen wolf run for as long as they did and then complaining about this#just say you hate queer joy and leave#heartstopper#heartstopper season 2#nick and charlie#tao xu#elle argent#tara jones#darcy olsson#tara and darcy#tao and elle#isaac henderson#alice oseman#kit connor#joe locke#for those aaking yea i did come across a bunch of people calling it cringe and i took it personally
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Rhaenyra
Imagine/AU
Summary: Alicent Hightower was lonely and depressed for most of her life living in the secluded manor in Styria. Until a mysterious woman appears who she swears she's seen before.
Warnings: Mature themes, blood, religion, vampires, nightmares
Word Count: 2k
Note: Literally the plot of Carmilla but with my favorite closeted lesbian. Also, I wasn't sure if I should label this an imagine or a headcanon sooo here we are.
-Alicent Hightower had never truly felt frightened. Not when she was young and her mother died, she barely recalls it. Not when her father and her moved to a solitary yet picturesque castle in Styria. Not when she realized she would be forced to live in isolation, the nearest village was miles away. Not when a pack of wolves surrounded their carriage on their first trip to the manor.
-Alicent had never truly felt fear until she was six years of age. She was in her bed tossing and turning unable to sleep. When the eerie feeling of being watched became too much, she pried her eyes open. A woman, the most divine woman she had ever laid eyes upon, stared at her from the edge of her bed. Her hair was stark white and nearly reached her hips. Her eyes were strikingly beautiful, violet orbs that pierced through Alicent’s very soul. It was a beautiful nightmare at first until her eyes wandered down her figure.
-She moved slowly until she was at the edge of the bed and crawled her way next to Alicent. She was completely frozen in fear, unable to talk, breathe, move or even think. But she was gentle, softly combing the hair out of her face and whispering sweet nothings. It was so… Comforting. The threat of danger slipped out of her mind. A gentle kiss was pressed to her temple and she found herself being lulled back to sleep. It was the most peaceful night's sleep she had in months… Until the sensation of two sharp needles punctured into her breast awoke her.
-She woke up, releasing a blood curdling scream, the girl in her room disappeared under the bed. The nurse-maid and her father came rushing in only to find her alone. They thoroughly checked her bed chambers and found nothing. No wound on her breast, no monster under the bed, just little Alicent in her bed. However, what he did not say was that the left side of her bed was warm to the touch…
12 years later, Styria, Hightower Manor
-Alicent had grown accustomed to the solitude though it did not ease her loneliness. She had no friends, only her nurse-maid, father and neighbors from miles away who came and went. The monotony of her everyday life was slowly driving her up the wall. Truthfully, if she ever managed to meet a girl her age would she even be able to befriend her? She didn’t have enough experience talking to others to determine that.
-Otto, her father, promised that one of their distant neighbors would be bringing his niece to come visit. He said they were the same age and promised they would get along… Except she never came, in fact she had died before she ever arrived. An unknown accident took place claiming her life, preventing a friendship from blooming. Alicent felt the gods may be punishing her for unknown reasons.
-That same day though, Laura and her father spy a carriage coming toward them, but it crashes near their castle. They rush out to go and inspect the scene but all they find is a girl, Alicent’s she, fully unconscious. Alicent is over the moon that someone her age just crashed into her home. Finally, she might have a friend and her father agrees. She is beautiful too, ethereal almost, it would be a blessing to be able to keep her.
-The nurse declares that the girl will be fine and will wake in a few days. Alicent spent nearly everyday visiting her chambers and patiently awaiting her to wake. She looks oddly familiar… Perhaps she had seen her in a distant memory. Maybe she was blessed with foresight like the witches… No, she was too religious for that.
-Rhaenyra, that’s her name. It’s the first Alicent learns when the girl wakes up. The second is that she is the same girl from her nightmare all those years ago. No one could forget those violet eyes that pierced your soul. Rhaenyra quickly realizes she remembers Alicent too! She had a similar dream but their roles were reversed. They decided it was fate and they were always meant to be friends.
She’s completely awe-struck by her
-Rhaenyra is nothing like any of the other girls Alicent had met. She is very open, warm and demonstrative with her affections. She is impressed by the way she carries herself, not many women of their day and age could do the same. In the back of her mind there is a tiny bit of repulsion, most likely caused by the misogyny around them. She purposely ignores it and lets the attraction overwhelm her.
-They end up spending the majority of their time together, arms interlocked and bodies as close as possible. The gardens are their favorite place, Alicent reads her tales of old and Rhaenyra lays on her lap and pretends to listen. When the snow started to fall their outings became less and less until one day Nyra dragged her out into a far corner of the woods. She looked like a goddess compared to the lush white snow that surrounded her, Rhae’s silver hair blending in with the snowflakes. It was there they shared their first kiss,
-Alicent quickly learns that Rhaenyra has some odd habits about her, locking her dock from the inside, not waking up until the afternoon, and becoming fatigued randomly. She also has an extreme passion for Alicent that no one else had before. She kisses and grasps her constantly, once they got in trouble and were forbidden to do it again but that didn’t stop Rhaenyra. It wasn’t ladylike and Alicent was told it wasn’t normal but she couldn’t help but return the affection.
-Rhaenyra doesn’t tell anyone much about her. She never answers where she came from, quickly changing the subject whenever brought up. When they go to church Rhaenyra never prays, though she claims to be baptized. On a few occasions she voiced her annoyance at the peasants praising god and singing hymns. She is superstitious, purchasing a charm from a traveling hunchback against the vampire in the region and forcing Alicent to wear it.
-Otto eventually realizes Rhaenyra is descended from the Targaryens. An ancient, rich, noble, and incestuous family with very defining features. This only makes more sense when a portrait from across the sea is brought to the manor revealing Countess Naehyra, a distant relative with striking similarities to the girl. It didn’t matter, their lineage was nearly extinct anyway and they held no titles anymore.
-Eventually, news spreads to the manor speaking of deaths of young girls in the area. All of which are similar to the girl who Otto promised would be Alicent’s friend. It was concerning to say the least, so he had both young girls confined to the land in which he owned.
-Alicent begins experiencing strange nightmares that plague her every night. The most recent one scared her enough to tell her nurse. A black cat-like monster creeping onto her bed and sinking its teeth into her throat. When she awakes it’s gone but a female figure lingers, extremely still and ominous. Then it disappears into the darkness of the room and she’s left in tears. The nurse claims to see a female wandering the tree line and this place is haunted.
-When Alicent gets the courage to tell Rhaenyra she claims the same happened to her. She now forces Alicent to wear the charm to ward off any unwanted evils… Her nightmares end there but not her melancholy. Rhae is more devoted than ever tending to her, even waking up earlier in the day to spend time with her. Her dreams morphed into something else, she would speak to people whom she can’t remember.
-Rhaenyra became extra affectionate that night. Her hands traveled to places that others deemed unholy. Alicent rejected it at first, fearful of being scorned by her father if he found out but once again Nyra always got her way. Her charms were impossible to reject especially since they made her feel so good. It was gentle and loving, not at all like how it had been described to her in the past. The feeling of euphoria consuming her whole… Rhaenyra had a wicked tongue.
-The night wasn’t as peaceful as it started off. The second they drifted off to sleep together another nightmare attacked Alicent. Though, this time it was her mother warning her of an ‘assassin’ sharing her bed. She woke up to find Rhaenyra gone and became frantic, waking up everybody in the house. It took hours before they found her wandering the halls, awake but unconscious. Otto described it as sleepwalking.
-Otto finds a doctor for both girls. Rhaenyra is fine though her lack of sleep is causing her to behave strangely. However, Alicent’s condition seemed to be severe as he berated her with a hoard of questions. The doctor warned them all that she wasn’t to be alone, not even for one second. The air in Styria was becoming thick and the world had an eerie feeling.
-Her father, Otto, receives a letter soon after from the uncle of the girl Alicent was originally intended to be friends with. The general is arriving soon and he wished to visit the old tombs of kings. For now, only Alicent, the nurse, her father and the general will be going. As of recently Rhaenyra has been sleeping consistently, rarely waking even for food.
-Alicent doesn’t like the general, the carriage is filled with his animosity towards whoever killed his niece and is draining her energy.
He speaks of how he must have vengeance against the fiend that killed his niece. Otto asks what exactly is going on but the general says they will not believe him. Instead he informs them they are going to the tombs of an ancient family and he is going to unearth them to be rid of the monsters.
-His story is far-fetched yet eerily similar. The General and his niece meet a beautiful young woman, Ahneyra. She claimed she knew the General from the past and has memories and stories to prove it, though he has no memory of her. Ahneyra comes to their home and almost immediately, his niece’s health begins to decline. She complains of dreams and nightly sensations such as being pierced and strangled. He called a doctor to check on her health and he claimed it to be a vampire… That same night he saw the girl he invited into his home feasting on the blood of his kin.
-When he finishes his story they arrive at the tomb of kings. Filled with dead Targaryens and other nobles kept close to them at court. It is a gloomy, silent and morbid place but the General seemed excited to be there. Perhaps he would be able to take his revenge on the creature he believes killed his niece. Alicent calls over a nearby woodman and asks how it came to be so empty and unkept, and the woodman tells him about vampires ravaging the place.
-Laura grows gloomy hearing this, the generals story and her recent ailments are all too similar. Being in this place brought her absolutely no comfort. Her world suddenly brightens when she sees Rhaenyra drawing near. The peace and the warm smile on Rhae’s face fades just as quickly as it came. The general charged past her, shoving her to the floor as he jumps to attack Nyra. An entirely different side of Rhaenyra is shown, she looks brutish and fiendish as she defends off his attacks. The area erupts into chaos and before Alicent can process it, Rhaenyra is gone into the abyss of the dark forest.
-The general behind declaring that is Rhaenyra, Countess Naehyra, and the one who destroyed his niece, Ahneyra are one and the same. Alicent's heart shatters into pieces when she learns this. Before she can combat the theory her father urges her to return home.
-At the manor a priest is on guard outside her room at all hours. Once again, she is completely secluded from the outside world.
She has no idea where Rhaenyra is and is worried endlessly. Alicent takes it upon herself to sneak out to the old library and try to dig up information about the Targaryen’s and the vampires.
-Word by word she realizes what exactly has been haunting her, a real vampire. The reason the Targaryens have such noticeable l features and we’re able to stay in power for so long was because they were monsters, created by the devil to spite god himself. However, some things didn’t add up. If Rhaenyra was such a monster why would she gift her a charm to protect her? Why would Nyra starve herself instead of just feasting on her blood? Why did she stay longer with her than any other girl? Why did she lay with her and not take the opportunity to kill her? Her symptoms were that of a starving vampire who desperately needed to eat to survive, she knew how to cure herself and yet she didn’t.
-Alicent came to the conclusion that maybe everything wasn’t a lie. Maybe Rhaenyra truly fell for a human and tried to go against her own nature to try and be with her. This only made her feel worse. How could she love such a monster? How could she be such foolish prey to a creature who goes against the god she worships?
-They all set out on a mission to destroy Rhaenyra once and for all. Alicent tagged along hoping that this was all falsehoods and her lover was simply misunderstood. A strange man joins them, he claims to have devoted his life to pursuing vampires. He claims he will bring the law of god to the tomb and end the Targaryen bloodline once and for all. He brings a book, a stake, a cross, holy water and ‘the protection of god’ with him.
-It took a full week of exploration through hidden tunnels. They stumble upon a dark and cobweb ridden room with a golf tomb in the middle. As the group gathers around the coffin preparing the strike Alicent begins tearing at her fingernails. She says a final prayer that when it opens Rhaenyra won’t be inside. Her lover is not a monster and they’re meant to be together.
-Her prayers went unanswered as they opened the tomb. Rhaenyra laid inside, rose colored cheeks and warm flesh as if she were alive. She was sleeping peacefully surrounded by a pool of blood. Alicent wanted to scream out but the men moved quicker, plunging a stake into her heart. For a moment, Rhae’s eyes opened in shock and she let out a gasp as she stared at Alicent. An unmistakable look of betrayal on her face. The general swung his sword decapitating her and Otto threw a match into the coffin, burning any that remained of her friend.
-Alicent concludes her narrative with the strangers' after he visits her home for a few weeks at, during which he shares with her father numerous stories and accounts of vampires. The countess apparently had a lover long ago whom she was forbidden to be with. When she committed suicide, her lover feared she would become a vampire and so they moved her remains and her tomb. When they were older, they realized this did not, and could not, work, so they wrote about the location of the tomb and a way to destroy her, but died before getting to do so. That’s how the man was able to discover her tomb and kill her.
-She cries every day since the incident. She struggles to eat or sleep or simply live. It felt as though a part of her died in that tomb as well. Otto forced her out of bed today and made her see their 'guests' off. Before the stranger leaves he turns back to the mansion and gives Alicent a solemn smile. He tells her to not mourn the dead, which seemed like a comfort until his final sentence, “You look like her… My ancestor I mean.” Once again, Alicent feels completely secluded from the world. The pain in her heart was like a wound that could never heal.
-She finally realizes her dreams were not her own and were that of a woman from the past. A woman who once loved the monster she shared a bed with. It explained why she spoke to people whom she could not remember. Maybe there was a chance that Rhaenyra loved Alicent for what she reminded her of. Maybe Ali was the reincarnation of an ex-lover and that is why Rhaenyra kept her alive for so long. Maybe that's why her dreams felt like distant memories. It didn't matter now; she was gone and Alicent was left with her ghost.
-Alicent and her father decided to go back to Oldtown for a year to forget what happened, but sometimes Alicent still hears light footsteps as if Rhaenyra is outside her door, coming back to haunt her. Though her presence is still not terrifying, it is warm and comforting as it always had been.
#rhaenyra targaryen#alicent hightower#rhaenicent#rhaenyra x alicent#rhaenyra imagine#alicent imagine#hotd au#hotd imagine#rhaenicent au
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TWILIGHT characters as love tropes
ft. carlise, esme, emmet, rosalie, edward, jasper, alice, jacob, seth, leah, paul, charlie, bella
a/n: with songs to each character
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⤷ Carlisle Cullen - rich love
Carlisle is a very rich man which means he will spoil you a lot. Not only with expensive gifts but also with a lot of attention and affection.
Every time when he gets home from work, he welcomes you with a kiss and warm hug.
When he has a day off, he will cook with you (even tho he cannot eat it, it's just about the time he can spend with you) or you will lay on his lap with his hand stroking your hair and book in his other hand, reading to you.
Every Friday he will take you to a fancy restaurant and than for a slow walk around the nearest park.
On your birthday or on International Women's Day (or any other 'special' day) he will spoil you even more than on normal days. Expensive jewelry, perfumes, clothes, shoes,...
He will bring you flowers at least once every two weeks. And every July he will take you on vacation and you can choose where.
Lolita - Lana Del Rey
⤷ Esme Cullen - falling in love fast
Esme is such a kind soul so it's no surprise that you two fell in love with each other fast.
She will take you on a date every Saturday. Mostly coffee dates are her favourite. The two of you can talk for hours while drinking delicious coffee.
She will also enjoy baking with you (even tho she cannot eat/taste them)
She has many polaroids with you on them or with the both of you on them and has them hang in her closet or the small table beside her bed.
She loves when you paint her nails and massage her legs and she will always return the favor.
She loves sunny days but because she's a vampire and her skin sparkle on the sun, she cannot go out where people can see her, BUT she can go somewhere private like meadow or forest where you two can be alone and on the sun!
Sofia - Clairo
⤷ Emmett Cullen - he fell first and harder
Emmett was absolutely over the moon when you two started dating, because he knew from the start that you two are just meant to be.
He loves, loves, LOVES when you sit on his lap. He doesn't care if you are stroking his hair or doing make-up on him, he just want you in his lap, so he can embrace you with his big arms and muscular body.
He'll dance goofily around the bedroom with you to some catchy hip-hop songs he has found.
He loves cuddling with you especially when he can be the big spoon, because he likes how tiny you're compared to him.
Matching pyjamas and make polaroids in those pyjamas, which happens to be one of his favourite memory and polaroids.
He doesn't really like reading books but he always wants you to read to him, because he loves your voice.
She's Kinda Hot - 5 Seconds of Summer
⤷ Rosalie Cullen/Hale - you fell first but she fell harder
Rosalie has trust issues and trauma because of her past so she wouldn't fall in love easily nor fast, but trust me when she does fall in love; she loves hard.
She loves having spa day with you which includes face masks, painting nails, shared warm bath and much more.
She will take you to the mail shopping almost every day and will buy you everything you look at.
She doesn't like much PDA but she will hold your hand in public but if she gets jealous, she will show the person she's jealous off who you belong to.
She doesn't show it to others just you, but she loves cuddles. She loves when you lay next to her, face to face so she can see your beautiful face.
She's also very protective over you, so if any guy or a girl makes you feel uncomfortable (or unsafe), tell her and she will make sure they won't approach you ever again.
Prey - The Neighbourhood
⤷ Edward Cullen - first and only love
Edward waited so many years for you, but it was worth it because he finally got you.
He loves when you kiss his forehead even tho he has to lean down because of your height difference, it makes him feel safe. Still his favourite place to kiss you is on your lips.
Edward will write poets for you and about you on small piece of paper and then put them somewhere in your room where you will notice them like your closet or on your book, laptop, notebook, pillow,...and he will bring you your favorite flowers right after the previous ones he gave you have withered.
He will also write songs about you (or for you) and then play them to you on the piano. Which he absolutely loves because you sit right next to him and look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours full of love. Edward cannot read your mind but he can sure read your eyes, the small spark and the love in them when you look at him, he just loves it!
Loves cuddling with you, his favourite position is when you lay on his chest or when he's the big spoon, face to face or hugging you from behind.
He loves having deep talks with you and he'll tell you about his childhood or about the time he was born in.
Follow You - Imagine Dragons
⤷ Jasper Cullen/Hale - unconditional love
Jasper can be sometimes insecure just as much as Edward, they even have similar reasons... Jasper is afraid of him hurting you, he's afraid that he won't be able to control himself around you, but your words of affirmation and gently touch will calm him down.
Jasper doesn't talk much, he rather listens and he loves listens to you. It doesn't matter what you are talking about, he just loves your voice.
He will take you for a horse ride because he loved it back when he was a human and because he was a cowboy, but you two will have to share the horse because he wants your arms around him.
At first he was a bit scared of cuddling with you (again because of his control) but soon as your hand went to his hair, he melted. Both of you realized how touch starved he's so now cuddling is an everyday thing.
Jasper is a gentleman like Edward or Carlisle so he will also bring you flowers every even week.
He'll read to you to make you fall asleep, because his smooth voice is like a lullaby to you. But if Jasper feels that you are anxious, he will calm you down with his gift and than talk to you what made you anxious, eventually he will cuddle you.
R U Mine? - Artic Monkeys
⤷ Alice Cullen - any universe
Alice (because of her gift) always knew you were the one, her one and only true love. So when she first saw you, she couldn't help but babbling to her adoptive siblings all day how amazing you are and how she's already in love with you.
She'll go to the mail with you and make small fashion show with you in the cabins with all the cute outfits she found for you and you for her.
She's mostly the small spoon (sometimes she is the big spoon but depends on the situation) while cuddling because she loves when you hold her in your arms and stroke her back.
Outside, in front of other people, she will always hold your whole arm, not just palm.
If you have trouble falling asleep, she will gladly sing to you while stroking your hair.
She'll buy matching clothes, jewerly or nail polish, because she loves when you two match your outfits or other accesories.
i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red
⤷ Jacob Black - whatever it takes
Jacob is willing to do anything and everything for you, his imprint. He will kill for you, he will die for you, he will do just everything.
Jacob can be sometimes insecure because he isn't that rich like the Cullens and he thinks you deserve someone who will treat you like a queen, so once again he's willing to prove you that he's worthy of your love.
He'll make you a small wolf and your favourite flower out of wood and attached it into a bracelet, which he will eventually give you to your birthday.
He's also a big cuddle bug, because he's so warm will make you comfortable enough to fall asleep. He's most of the time the big spoon because he feels like he's protecting you but he doesn't mind to be the little spoon. Cuddling also leaves his scent on you so every vampire or shape-shifter (wolf) can smell who you belong to.
He'll take you on motorcycle rides. Also he will drop you at your school on his motorcycle and then he will pick you up. Also he'll let you ride on his back while he's in his wolf form.
Jacob doesn't like fancy restaurants, he prefers his or your bed with some snacks and movies, cuddling of course!
Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran
⤷ Seth Clearwater - love at first sight
Seth hoped that he will met his imprint someday and he heard from the others how amazing the feeling is to imprint on someone, but no one really prepared him to him because when he first saw you, your beauty hit him like a brick. And he finally understood the feeling because all he could see was you...
Seth will make sure you are always in a good mood with him, either he could tell you some stupid joke or cheesy pick-up line.
He maybe look like a cute baby but don't let his cute face fool you because he won't hesitate to kill for you, so it makes him really protective over you.
In his wolf form he's like a big puppy but only to you and he loves giving you piggy back rides in his wolf form.
Cuddling really depends on his mood; if he's in good mood he will be the little spoon with his head placed on your lap; if he's in a bad mood (mostly when he's jealous) he'll be the big spoon to show others that he can protect you.
He loves baking with you but he's clueless so he will just stand there and watch you or mix some ingredients, often sneaks up a kiss on the cheek while baking.
Dandelions - Ruth B.
⤷ Leah Clearwater - enemies to lovers
At first Leah hated the fact that she actually had a imprint, so she would try to stay away from you as much as possible and when she couldn't; she would have some nasty comments towards you, but it hurt her as hell when she saw how sad she made you or worst insecure.
She tried hard to stay away from you but she failed, miserably. She needed you, she needed to be with you, so she will explain everything to you same as she would apologize for her acting.
Very protective of you, anyone could just try and test her patience.
At first she wouldn't want you to be near her while she was in her wolf form because she was much bigger and stronger so she was afraid that she could hurt you, but she became a sucker for scratches behind her ear.
Seth will often tease his big sister because she's really soft when it comes to you, which makes Leah give Seth few playful slaps.
When it comes to cuddling, Leah is the big spoon because she has the urge to protect you and being the big spoon makes her feel like she's protecting you in you sleep.
Running With The Wolves - AURORA
⤷ Paul Lahote - rough love
With the term 'rough love' i mean that Paul is passionate lover and is willing to do anything for his imprint, you.
Paul isn't very patient when it comes to people but you are an exception. Still he's aggressive when someone push his buttons but you are always here to drag him away and calm him down.
Just a single touch and Paul's full attention is on you. Which brings me to the fact that he turns into a puppy when you touch him, your touch is just to comforting.
He's the big spoon because he feels like he protects you and it makes his scent stay on you.
He can get jealous very easily, he trusts you but he doesn't trusts the others and he doesn't want any boys or girls too close to his imprint.
Loves everything you cook or bake and will always eat everything.
Overprotective, if any vampire even dare to touch you, he'll kill him.
Little Freak - Harry Styles
⤷ Charlie Swan - old love
Charlie is old school but still a huge gentleman.
He will bring you flowers every time you had a bad day and some chocolates when you had a good day to make it even better.
He loves watching old movies or crime/detective movies with you, with his arm around your shoulder.
When he has day off, you two will go on a picnic date which always ends up with you laying on his chest while he's telling you some stories from work.
Every time you bring him a lunch into his police office, he will welcome you with a warm, thankful smile and thank you with a kiss on your cheek.
He will protect you even more than before, when he finds out that there are vampires and werewolfs (shape-shifters).
Burning Love - Elvis Presley
⤷ Bella Swan - teenage love
Bella will be awkward and nervous when she first spoke to you, because you were just too beautiful to be real. But to her surprise she made you fall in love with her which made her so, so happy.
First attempts of trying to cuddle with her or just show her simple romantic affection were awkward because she was just to nervous, eventually she will warm up and feel more comfortable.
She find our that you touch calms her anxiety and nervousness so whenever she's nervous or anxious she will just hold your hand and squeeze it gently.
Charlie was very happy that his daughter found someone like you, which made Bella even more happy when she saw how you, the love of her life and her father get along.
Often having sleepovers at her house when Charlie has night shifts, which always leads to matching face masks and cuddles.
Kisses on the cheek are her favourite, because she can easily turn and give you small peck on your cheek and visa versa.
Electric Love - BØRNS
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[ID: Three digital drawings of Sam and Alice from The Magnus Protocol on gray backgrounds. Sam is a fat South Asian man with warm brown skin, short curly black hair, and a mustache and chin scruff. He is wearing small black earrings, a black cardigan, cream turtleneck, dark red trousers, brown and gold loafers with cream socks, and a lanyard with a white and red card on it. Alice is a lanky white woman with pale skin and freckles, fluffy light brown hair with faded pink tips, and crooked teeth. She is wearing snakebite lip piercings, three pairs of silver earrings, bright pink cat-eye glasses and painted nails, a black wrist cuff and a red and gold bracelet, a pink and grey flannel shirt, a black zip-up hoodie, a tiered flannel skirt with different colored tiers, dusty pink converse and brown socks, and a lanyard with a white and red card on it. The first two images are drawings of a bust and full body of both Sam and Alice respectively.
The second image is a drawing of Sam stumbling while Alice leans back over him, resting her head upside down on his shoulder with her arms crossed. In this image, Alice is wearing a pair of ripped jeans and berry colored socks instead, and Sam also has a pink and grey bracelet visible on his wrist. Both of them are smiling. end ID]
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it is time for the thems <3
#fg's art#the magnus protocol#tmagp#samama khalid#alice dyer#tmagp spoilers#i guess#i assume that civil service has a more formal dress code than what alice is doing but i imagine she doesn't Care very much#also idk if that skirt is gonna stay but it was at least fun to draw here#to me sam is like a cozy fireplace to alice's crisp winter breeze. hence the color schemes here#i tried to avoid seeing too many alice designs but everyone who said alice has snakebites is so real
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Cool kids
Alicent's pov
Alicent tries to fit in.
Word count: 361
A bit of canon divergence.
"Perhaps Prince Daemon would like to see the new tapestries, from Norvos and Qohor."
A fit of laughter follows at her expense as she stares ahead uncomfortably, the man in question nudging her with mirth.
She smiles encouragingly instead, trying to mask her discomfort. Clad in black and red she feels like a doll, as they ramble on. A mantle piece, much like the tapestries she spoke of.
Even the arrival of Rhaenyra gives her little comfort, as she complains about the duties she's burdened with. She considers her fortunate enough to have the choice that was so readily taken from her, all for a title as worthless as what she's adorned with.
"All they see when they look at me now, is the Queen" she laments as she's lauded and praised to no end.
"You look so lovely today, your grace. The red truly makes you glow."
"Such a beacon of Targaryen glory, your grace"
"You put Caraxes to shame today, good sister. That red is blinding"
She smiles through it all, their praises much like their thinly veiled contempt, falling on deaf ears, all the while aware of her father's presence still looming from the shadows, his wishes fulfilled yet far from satisfied.
"The King requests your presence, your grace."
A doll. Drifting through time, pulled and pushed and molded as per whim, beautified and adored, cast aside when she'd served her purpose.
"It is far beyond your concern, Alicent"
Not enough to warrant a say in what truly mattered, never enough to warrant a say in what belonged to her.
The blood on her fingers remains the only sign of life still coursing through her.
"Why do you ruin yourself, so. You're the most comely girl at court."
It is the only thing I have that belongs to me, the only thing that isn't given, she wishes to scream.
She nods in obedience instead. "I shall stop if you wish."
She doesn't.
The red on her fingers is the only color that belongs to her. They may keep their fire, she has enough blood to give for them all.
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#house of the dragon#hotd imagine#zae's fics#alicent fics#alicent hightower#queen alicent#alicent imagine#Spotify#hotd characters and songs
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"i'm team black" "i'm team green"
well i am neither because i choose my teams with my pussy and not my moral compass
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WEST COAST. mdni. 18+.
pairings: older!natasha romanoff + f!maximoff!reader
summary: in which natasha agrees to help with a bake sale and you both stumble into admitting your feelings
warnings: legal age gap (natasha is 43 and reader is 22), pining lesbians, top!natasha, bottom!reader, finger sucking, light dom/sub dynamics, fingering, brief daddy kink
wc: 5.7k
a/n: thank you very much for this request, it gave me brain worms, also this is not proof read so :]
“Come on, Tash, please? Mom said you’d go with me because she’ll be busy with B and T’s school fair.” You practically beg the older woman, holding your cell phone carefully between your cheek and shoulder as you finish mixing up the ingredients for the cupcakes you were baking; it wouldn’t be the first time you dropped it in some cake batter if you weren’t careful. Half of them were for Billy and Tommy’s school fair and the other half were for the bake sale you were helping out with at your university. You had taken it upon yourself to do the baking this year because you knew your mother, Wanda, would be busy with work and getting your younger brothers ready for the fair. They were always very hyper and excitable, it took a lot to round them up. You didn’t really mind though, you did have some extra free time and you always got restless when you truly had nothing to do.
Natasha chuckles on the other end of the phone, “Your mom can say anything she wants, sweetheart. That doesn’t make it true, that just makes her Wanda.” She can practically hear you rolling your eyes as you groan at her response. She’s typing lazily with one hand as the other holds her cellphone, not paying nearly as much attention to her work as she should, especially with the deadlines coming up for this quarter. She can’t help it, though, you rarely call her like this, and when you do she wants to give you as much attention as she possibly can. “Besides, I thought this was something you could handle on your own. You’re a big girl, aren’t you? A little bake sale shouldn’t scare you.”
“Ugh, I’m not scared, you jerk. I just think it would be a little easier if I had someone to help me! And, I want to check out everything else too. I heard the haunted house this year is gonna be amazing! Peter’s working on it with MJ, I just have to go,” you put the phone down on the counter and put it on speaker, not wanting to risk dropping it while you pour the batter into the cupcake tray; that wouldn’t be the first time either. “It won’t be as much fun if I’m by myself, and Kate will be busy trying to make people want to join the archery club. Please? It’ll be so fun, I’ll even give you a cupcake for free.” You try to bargain with her, knowing that she’s always been a fan of your baking since she’s so terrible at it herself.
The bake sale was a part of your university’s fall celebration. Every October, they held a bake sale, a club fair, a haunted house, games and some other things in the week leading up to Halloween. This was your fourth one, and usually, you’d force your friend Kate to help you, but this year she’d agreed to help out with the archery club before you could ask. Not that you minded, because when you brought it up, your mother had absentmindedly suggested that maybe Natasha could help you since she couldn’t, and you would never say no to spending time with the redhead. You don’t know when exactly your schoolgirl crush on your mother’s friend turned into the very real thing it was now. You wouldn’t even say it was a crush because at this point you were certain you were damn near in love with the older woman, but you knew it was something you could never have. So, even as you and Natasha grew closer as you grew older, becoming something akin to friends now that you’ve reached your early twenties, all you could do was cherish the time you got together.
You can hear Natasha sigh before she responds, “Fine, but you better make it two or I’m leaving before you get to that haunted house.” You’re about to thank her profusely before she speaks again, effectively cutting you off before you even started, “Now, listen, I’d love to stay on the phone with you, but if I’m gonna take the day off tomorrow, I’ve got some work to finish. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”
You both bid each other goodbye and once you hang up the phone, you smile giddily. Natasha was going to take the day off tomorrow for you. Natasha, who was always busy with work, was going to take the day off so she could help you with your silly fall bake sale. “Oh my God… Oh my God!” You feel like a teenage girl with a crush again, getting so excited over something so simple, but you just can’t help it because you know if anyone else had asked, Natasha would have said no. You check the time to make sure none of your family members would be home soon before you call Kate. You just have to tell her about this. You have to get out all your nervous excitement and giddiness before you see Natasha tomorrow, you’ve always been afraid she could see right through you and your feelings. You didn’t need to be more obvious than usual tomorrow.
And, yeah, you do make two cupcakes specially for Natasha with red icing because you know it’s her favorite color even though the rest of the icing is orange and black.
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Tomorrow comes quicker than both you and Natasha would like. You, because you still don’t know what to wear, and honestly, you’re a little worried Kate might come by and say something stupid. She’s always telling you to just put it out there and let Natasha know how you feel, but you can name at least a thousand reasons why that is the worst idea she’s ever had. Not including when she broke the church’s bell tower by accident when she was a freshman. First and foremost being that Natasha is your mother’s best friend, Natasha is twice your age, and ruining the little platonic relationship that you have with Natasha would hurt you more than when Karolina Dean moved away in the seventh grade when the two of you had what you would now call some sort of situationship.
And Natasha, because she doesn’t really know why she agreed to do this at all. She really does have work she needs to get done and there’s truly no reason she couldn’t have told you to ask one of your university friends to help you, she knows Kate isn’t your only friend, far from it. Well, the first part of that is a lie– she does know why. She knows exactly why she agreed to help you, she agreed because you asked. What she doesn’t know is what she’s going to do around you today with no one as buffer. No Wanda, no Billy, no Tommy, not even her sister Yelena, it’s just you and her. Sure, there would be other students on campus and coming up to the bake sale table, but in her mind, it’s still just you and her. She doesn’t like when it’s just you and her, because when it is everything feels too real. Suddenly, when it’s just the two of you, there’s no reason for her to hold back. And she knows she needs to hold back, she has to because there’s no world in which you would ever be allowed to be hers.
You’re holding up different sweaters in the mirror, trying to figure out which looks better with the particular shade of denim you’re wearing, when you hear a knock on your door and your mother walks in. “What’s up?” You turn your head to look at her before turning back to the mirror, still trying to decide. “The one with the brown in it,” she hums, walking over to sit on your bed. She’d always been able to tell just what you were thinking even if you didn’t ask. “You’re overthinking this sweater a lot. Are you sure it’s just Natasha that’s going to be with you today?” You weren’t prepared for her question and your eyes widen just the slightest and you hope she doesn’t notice. “Yeah, just Natasha. Kate’s doing her archery thing, and I think America is helping MJ and Peter with the haunted house.”
“Okay… Well, if there was someone, you know it’s okay for you to tell me, right?”
“Mom!” You groan, she seriously cannot be doing this right now. You’re a grown woman, for god’s sake… but you do appreciate how much she cares for you, you just can’t tell her. Ever.
“Alright, alright! I just wanted you to know. The boys and I are going to be leaving in a few minutes. You should come say goodbye to them, I think they’re going to stay at your father’s tonight...”
You make a noise of agreement, nodding. You know there was a ‘but’ that she wanted to say, but you both knew what it was without her saying it out loud. They were supposed to stay with Vision last weekend too, but that never happened. “I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
Wanda squeezes your shoulder as she walks past you, and you wait until she’s shut the door before you let your head fall back slightly, staring up at the ceiling. You can’t help but think she’s known for a while, and you feel slightly nauseous at the fact. If she knows, maybe Natasha does too, and that just can’t happen.
Natasha arrives a few minutes after Wanda and the boys leave, opting to pull into the driveway when she sees the lack of her friend’s minivan in it. She told you she’d pick you up because it made no sense to take two cars and she had to pass your house to get to the university anyway. She takes two seconds before she turns the car off and gets out. She’s too old to be acting like an insecure teenager, she can do this. She’s dressed for the occasion, wanting to fit into the fall theme, wearing a nice knit sweater and a casual pair of pants.
Her heart squeezes when you open the door and you’re wearing your own knit sweater, she forgot how cute you looked during the fall. “Tasha! I’ll just be a few minutes, I have to get everything packed up and put my shoes on, but then we can go. Come in!” You’re out of her sight as quick as you stepped into it, wanting to get everything done as quickly as possible. You didn’t want to make her wait.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t make me stand out here the whole time.” Natasha steps inside, wiping any dirt off of the bottom of her boots on the doormat. She’d take them off, but there’s no point if you’ll just be leaving in a few minutes, anyway. Sue her. “Where are those cupcakes I was promised?”
“They’re on the counter, the red ones.” You call out from the kitchen, you weren’t expecting her so early or maybe you’d lost track of time after you said your goodbyes to everyone earlier. It’s a comfortable silence as you move around the room, packing everything up while Natasha eats her cupcakes, offering to help you every few minutes, but you just wave her off. She wouldn’t usually let you do that, but she was enjoying the food, so she’d settle for not letting you bring anything out to the car, she’d do that herself.
“Okay, done!” You say, proud of how quickly you’d gotten everything done, and turn to look at Natasha only to find her already looking at you. You feel heat rush to your cheeks and you avert your gaze quickly. “I can see that. You put your shoes on and I’ll bring everything out to the car.” She doesn’t phrase it as a question, but you open your mouth to object anyway, only to be interrupted before you can speak, “It’ll be faster this way, won’t it? Go put your shoes on, cupcake.”
The name leaves you grumbling as you huff and walk out of the kitchen, knowing she’s right. Natasha only chuckles before she starts bringing everything out to her car, making sure that nothing is going to accidentally get squished or have their containers tipped over. Once everything is settled, she grabs the latte from the cupholder in the front seat and meets you at your front door as you’re locking it, “This is for you because I know you spent way too long in the kitchen last night.”
“Non-dairy?”
“Of course.”
“Then thank you.” You take the cup from her, your breath hitching when your fingers brush and bring it up to your lips to take a drink. “Oh my God, this is good.”
“I figured you’d like it. Now, come on, weren’t you the one who said we needed to get there early?”
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The car ride passes comfortably, with the occasional small talk, but mostly the radio playing quietly in the background while you sip on your latte and Natasha taps against the steering wheel in time with the song. You find that you don’t need to talk to enjoy your time with her, just being with her is enough. Feeling her presence around you is enough for you to feel relaxed and get that warm feeling that only Natasha can give you. When you arrive and Natasha finds somewhere to park, you take a quick scan of the quad. Thankfully, she was able to find close parking, which is a miracle, really. Your eyes light up when you spot Professor Potts standing near an empty table which you can now only assume is for the bake sale.
“I’ll be right back, I just have to go talk to Professor Potts for a second.” You point behind you with your thumb and then turn to leave. You only take two steps before you’re turning your head to look at Natasha again, “But, actually, since I know you won’t let me help, you can start bringing everything over to the table. I’ll be right next to it.”
Natasha laughs a little under her breath at how quickly you went from ‘you’re not carrying everything yourself, Tasha’ in the car to ‘actually, you do everything’ now that you were actually here. “Yes, Ma’am.” She teases, and you roll your eyes at her before starting to walk over.
It doesn’t actually take long for Natasha to bring everything over to the table, and by the time she’s done, you’re wrapping up your conversation with Professor Potts– Pepper, as you usually call her. You were just double checking the details of the bake sale and what the prices were supposed to be before you properly set everything up, but you didn’t think Natasha would be particularly interested in that conversation, so you figured she’d be happy enough to bring everything over while you talked. “Oh! Pepper, this is Natasha. Natasha, this is Pepper. She’s one of the professors who helps run the student societies!”
“It’s nice to meet you, Natasha. I didn’t realize Y/N was bringing her partner today.” Pepper smiles and holds her hand out for Natasha to shake.
“Oh, she’s n–”
“It’s nice to meet you as well. It was a bit of a last minute thing, something about Kate and archery, but I’m sure it’ll be fun.” Natasha shakes Pepper’s hand, mirroring the other woman’s smile.
“Speaking of Kate and archery, I’m sure you two can manage this just fine on your own, because I have to go find her and make sure that her ‘advertising’ of the archery club doesn’t include any actual arrows this time.” Pepper sighs, and Natasha just laughs like she knows exactly what it’s like to deal with Kate’s antics, before Pepper walks off.
You stare at Natasha wordlessly for a couple of seconds, thinking maybe she’s going to say something about the fact that she just implied the two of you are together, but instead she just raises an eyebrow at you. “Are you going to tell me how you want this table set up or am I just supposed to guess?”
“Oh– no, yeah, I’ll help.” Your cheeks heat up as you start telling her where you want everything placed and start to write the prices on the little chalkboard easel Pepper had put on the table. You quickly forget all about the incident as you start setting things up and your friends stop by the table to talk before going to tend to their own responsibilities. You don’t really pick up on the way they all point out Natasha’s presence, meaning to tease you, but you just tell them happily that she’d agreed to help because Kate couldn’t.
The rest of the bake sale goes on like this until you run out of things to sell, some people making comments about how good of a pair you and Natasha made or saying something about how they didn’t realize you’d have someone with you here today. You seemed to ignore it, not saying anything about it or giving any indication that it made you uncomfortable, but Natasha was quick to pick up on what the implications were. It didn’t help, she realized, that the color palettes the two of you chose to wear complimented each other so well that it looked a little like your outfits were matching.
The way in which you acted as if these comments were normal and that you might have expected them or even welcomed them makes Natasha’s brain go haywire. She can’t help but think of all the things this could possibly mean, but the final thought her brain lands on is that she can’t help but wonder if it would be wrong of her to bask in this for just a little bit. She had already not corrected Pepper when she implied you were together– though, that was more so because she didn’t want to embarrass either of you. So would it be so wrong for her to lean into that? To let everyone think you were a couple? To treat you like you were her’s for just a little bit? She doesn’t think so.
You’re in almost a daze as the rest of the day goes by. Natasha takes you to the haunted house like you wanted and holds your hand the whole time so you don’t get too scared. If you had known Yelena was helping inside the house, you might not have wanted to go so bad. She’s still holding your hand when you exit the haunted house, and she continues to hold it when you talk to Peter and MJ when you spot them outside. She lets go when she gets a phone call and gives you an apologetic smile and excuses herself, but not before giving your hand a little squeeze, and you feel your heart leap in your chest. All of this feels too natural, being with Natasha like this. Holding her hand, laughing with her, walking with her. It’s now when you realize just how close you and Natasha have been all day and you stumble in the middle of your sentence while talking to MJ.
“You okay there?”
“Yeah!” It comes out too loud and too quickly, “yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired, you know. Long day and late night last night baking.”
“Mm… Nothing to do with your woman over there?” MJ points not so subtly over at where Natasha is currently talking on the phone.
Your eyes go wide, “She’s not– she’s not my woman, MJ!”
“You’ve been holding hands this whole time and she’s… here instead of at work,” she gives you a look like she doesn’t believe you at all, “seems like your woman to me.”
“Yeah! Mr. Stark only ever takes time away from work if Ms. Potts asks him to and you know how they are, Y/N.” Peter chimes in.
You feel your face go red hot and you groan, “can we please stop talking about this right now?”
“Stop talking about what?” You jump when Natasha suddenly appears beside you and wraps her arm around your waist.
“Oh, we were just talking about how scared Y/N got in the haunted house.” MJ lies smoothly before giving you a look.
“Yes, but now we’re done talking about that and we should get back to our table to clean up properly.” You change the subject, trying not to focus on Natasha’s arm wrapped around you, but it’s lighting your body on fire and it’s very hard to focus on anything else. She squeezes your side softly and nods, “sure. It was nice talking to you, MJ, Peter. Good job on the haunted house.”
You barely let Peter get out a “Thanks, Ms. Romanoff!” before you’re slipping out of Natasha’s hold to grab her hand and practically dragging her away from them. She heard the conversation starting from you stuttering over the implication that you’re together, but for you, she can pretend she didn’t hear a thing. So, instead of bringing it up, she gives your hand a soft squeeze. “It’s okay that you were scared, you know? You don’t need to be embarrassed, Yelena can be pretty terrifying when you actually get a look at her.”
“Tasha!” You scold, swatting at her shoulder, “don’t be mean to your sister,” but you can’t help but giggle just a little bit. She only chuckles, and despite the way you’re both struggling to decide whether to bring your feelings up or not, you settle into the comfortable existence you share with each other.
Before you know it, you’re in Natasha’s car again and on your way to her house. She said she just had a couple of things to do in her home office before she would take you home again, but she would try to be as quick as possible. Technically speaking, your mother should be done with Billy and Tommy’s school fair and you could just ask her to come pick you up, but you don’t tell Natasha that. You would much rather get to spend some extra time with the older woman (and you love the way her house smells) than go home and inevitably spiral as you think about the day and everything that’s happened with her before calling Kate and spilling everything.
When you get there, she tells you to make yourself comfortable and help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you want to before she disappears into her office at the end of the hall. You settle down on her couch and scroll through your phone for a few minutes before you start to get bored. You consider the fact that Natasha is working on her day off and think that maybe she’d appreciate a coffee, especially if she didn’t have to make it herself, so you stand up and wander into the kitchen. It’s nice and modern, but it has a few personal touches that make it distinctly Natasha. You notice that the coffee maker is right on top of the counter and you look in the cupboard for a mug before you get started on making her coffee.
You’re pretty sure that the only thing Natasha likes in her coffee is a little bit of sugar, so you take a little look around the pantry until you find some, and when the coffee is ready, you pour it into the mug before adding a little sugar. You hum to yourself and make sure you haven’t spilled anything on the counter, picking up the mug and then starting the path to Natasha’s office. This all feels so natural, that the usual nervousness of doing something like this for the older woman doesn’t even creep in until you actually see her.
You knock on the door, waiting a second before opening it with your free hand. “Tasha?” You push the door open and Natasha looks up from the paperwork on her desk to greet you with a smile. “You get bored out there, sweetheart?” She puts her glasses up on the top of her head and turns to look at you properly.
“I. um, made you coffee. I figured you might want some since you weren’t expecting to have to work today.” You walk towards her desk and when you’re close enough, she takes the mug from you and leans up to press a soft kiss to your lips as a sign of her gratitude, “thank you, sweetheart.”
Your brain short circuits.
She almost drops the mug onto the floor.
You just look at her, frozen, for a few seconds as you watch the wheels turning in her head. She puts the mug down on the desk carefully as she tries to figure out what exactly she’s going to say now. She hadn’t even really thought about it before it happened, it just felt so natural and like something she’s supposed to and allowed to do. But in reality, kissing you has never been any of those things. She’s never done that before even that one time you got so drunk, you practically begged her to. She’s been very careful with her actions and with restraining herself, but now? What does she do now?
“Natasha...” Your voice comes out almost like a whisper and for some reason, you’re a little afraid that she’ll tell you to leave. That she had just been caught in the moment and she would never knowingly kiss you under any other circumstance.
Natasha opens her mouth to speak, but then she gets a proper look at you standing nervously in front of her and she mutters a ‘fuck it’ under her breath. “Come here, baby.” She pushes her desk chair out slightly and guides you into her lap without any kind of resistance from you. You fidget in her lap, not used to this kind of proximity with the older woman. “I’m gonna kiss you again, alright?”
With those words, it’s like a switch flips and you surge forward to crash your lips against hers. She lets out a little surprised noise before she kisses you back properly, moving her lips against yours and resting her hands on your hips. She lets you lead for a bit until you get a bit too bold for her liking and she grips your hips harder as a warning. She was in charge, not you, and she was going to make that very clear.
Almost immediately she’s dominating the kiss, and you tangle your fingers in her hair. Her glasses fall off somewhere behind her, but neither of you really care enough to check where. You only pull away because you need to breathe, and when you do, your chest is heaving and you’re a little dazed. Natasha coos and reaches up to cup your cheek, rubbing her thumb against your soft skin. “Do you need a little break, sweetheart, hm? You look a bit flustered.” She teases before swiping her thumb across your bottom lip, and you grumble slightly, “I’m not–”
Natasha pushes her thumb into your mouth and presses down on your tongue before you can finish, “ah, ah, don’t talk back to me, Y/N,” she scolds, and you whine quietly. You want to bite down on her thumb in retaliation for the use of your actual name, but you know that will only make things worse for you. Not that things are particularly bad right now, you’d probably take anything Natasha gave you, but you’d prefer her cooing over you and doting on you at the moment.
Instead, you suck softly on her thumb and you know it’s the right decision when she hums in approval. It was almost too easy for the two of you to fall into this rhythm, like you were meant for each other. You both knew exactly what the other wanted and you’d do anything to please her while she’d do anything to keep you happy. Her other hand squeezes softly at your hip before it begins playing with the waistband of your jeans. “We’ve had a long day, huh? You did so well at the bake sale, you deserve a reward, don’t you?”
You nod, looking at her pleadingly and whining softly. Your clothes feel too warm and you want her to touch you, and she’s wearing too many clothes, and you want to touch her, but her thumb is in your mouth and you can’t just push her away. So, you opt for looking like a kicked puppy until she understands what you want.
“What is it, hm?” Natasha pulls her thumb out of your mouth and you chase after it slightly until you realize that maybe she wants you to actually tell her and you open your mouth to speak. Your breath catches in your throat, though, when her other hand trails down and cups your clothed cunt. “Do you want me to touch you, is that it?”
“Tasha, please.” You whimper. You can barely feel anything through your jeans and it’s already driving you crazy. You just hope she’s not the type to tease.
“Alright, alright, arms up.” Natasha chuckles and waits for you to follow her instruction before slipping your sweater off over your head. Her eyes darken as she takes in your bra clad chest and she greedily gropes at your breasts for a moment. “So pretty,” she mumbles, leaning in to kiss softly at your neck.
You moan softly and you clutch at her sweater. Natasha’s hands on you feel better than you ever could have imagined, and you’ve spent more time than you care to admit imagining this. She’s not too rough, but she’s not too soft either. She touches you with the perfect amount of force and it makes your head spin.
Her hands trail down your chest and then your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before her fingertips dance across the waistband of your jeans. “You looked so cute today in your little fall outfit. Do you know how hard it was for me to keep my hands to myself?” Natasha pulls back, her skilled fingers now moving to unbutton your jeans. “You make things so hard for me, sweetheart. It’s like you’re trying to torture me.”
“I just like to look nice for you, Tasha. Is that wrong?”
“Up.” She taps your thigh, and you stand so that she can tug your jeans down for you to step out of. Normally, you’d be a lot more shy about undressing like this for the first time, but right now you just can’t seem to care.
Natasha pulls you back down into her lap and then pulls you in for a kiss. Her hands find purchase on your hips and her tongue finds its way into your mouth, easily gaining dominance over you. You moan into her mouth as your fingers tangle in her hair again, trying to pull her impossibly closer.
And then finally, after what seems like forever, she slips one hand inside your panties. The gasp you let out when her middle finger ghosts over your slit is like music to her ears, and she pulls away from the kiss so she can see your reactions properly.
“No teasing, Tasha, please.” You whine, your hands dropping to her shoulders. “Shh, I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart.” She slowly begins rubbing circles against your clit and you’re all whimpers and whines as she does.
She takes her time, using her other hand to tug the cups of your bra under your breasts so she can play with your nipples, pinching them and rolling them between her fingers all while keeping the same steady pace in slow circles around your clit. She basks in the noises she’s able to pull from you even with the lightest of touches. She considers taking you to her bedroom so she can fuck you properly, but she think she wants ot save that for another day. This will have to do for now.
“Inside, please, Tasha.” You whimper pathetically, hands bunched up in her sweater as you try to be good like she wants you to. She takes pity on you when she pushes two fingers into your drooling hole. She curses under her breath, “God, you’re so wet, sweetheart. Is this all for me, huh?”
You nod, desperately wanting her to move her fingers. “All for you, Tasha.” You attempt to bounce up and down on her fingers, but her free hand moves down and holds you still. “Please, I can’t– mph!” You interrupt your own begging when Natasha begins thrusting her fingers in and out, the angle forcing the heel of her palm to press against your clit. You bite down on your bottom lip to stifle your moans, embarrassed about how loud you’re being already.
“That’s it, baby.” Natasha breathes, taking in the sight in front of her with eager eyes, “You take my fingers so well, sweetheart.” She praises, curling her fingers inside of you. You reward her with a particularly high pitched moan and you just barely notice the pink tint of her cheeks. It seems she's enjoying this just as much as you are. Something about having you like this drives Natasha wild. Being able to hear your moans and see the expression on your face makes her almost lightheaded with desire.
“Oh God, Natasha.” You moan loudly when she grinds the heel of her palm against your clit and presses against the sensitive spot inside you at the same time. Natasha coos, and it doesn’t take long with her fucking you like that for you to get close to the edge. “Tash– I’m gonna– Please–” You beg, pleading for something you’re not even sure of.
“Shh, I’ve got you, sweetheart. Be a good girl for Daddy.”
Natasha’s words tip you over the edge with the help of her skilled fingers and she guides you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out before pulling out her fingers and bringing them up to her mouth.
“Fuck, I don’t know if I’m done with you just yet. I might have to take you to bed instead of taking you to dinner.”
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