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For Anyone But Us (Criston Cole x Alicent's Daughter!reader)

A/N: Sorry Daeron, you didn’t exist here either

Summary: You had grown up with Ser Criston as your protector, and almost a father figure. You didn’t know when exactly you began to crave him in carnal ways, in ways that had you blushing redder than a summer strawberry and running to hide away. But now you can handle it no longer. You must have him.

Word count: 3,867

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap, oral f & m receiving, handjob, smut smut smut, self-hating, slightly manipulative reader (??), daddy issues, sexualising a father figure, era-typical negative view of sex, (please let me know if I missed any)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters. I do not claim to own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so.

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You sat in your mother’s quarters, embroidery on your lap and a gentle melody humming from your lips. She was answering letters at her writing table while you reclined on her couch, enjoying the sudden breeze that had settled upon king’s landing and blew through her open windows. Occasionally you looked up to Ser Criston, standing stoic as ever by the door, and offered him a joyful little smile, one which he returned in his own muted way.

Since you were born, you have been your mother’s constant companion. From her breast to her lap to her side, you have spent almost your entire life beside her. You are her youngest child, the apple of her eye by far, and the one that looks most like her. When you cried, she was the only one to comfort you, when you showed an interest in music, she had the best musicians come to foster your talent, when you said you wanted to learn history, she had as many books as would fit in your chambers brought from the library. You may be half Targaryen, but you will always be Alicent’s daughter.

Due to being your mother’s constant companion, you soon became one for Ser Criston as well. Alicent trusted no guard more than Ser Criston and so he often had the task of being your carer. He has soothed your tears and washed your cuts when you’ve played too hard. He has tickled you until your laughs became shrieks and been the first to compliment every single one of your new dresses. You have grown up watching Ser Criston be your mother’s protector, be your protector. When you think of safety, you think of his face. So it makes sense that when you look upon his face as he watches out the window, a stoic set to his lips and brow, that your chest heats up and an errant throb pangs between your legs?

You don’t really remember when you started feeling this way for him. You vividly remember one night, a feast for some celebration or other, and your mother had gifted you a new dress made of silk dyed in thin red water to make the prettiest baby pink. The maids had done your hair with intricate braids and curls that fell down your back but left your neck and chest exposed. You had rushed out of your room and found Ser Criston first, hopping in front of him to show off the dress. You had spun around in excitement, swishing the skirt of your dress back and forth and asking him what he thought. He had said you were the most beautiful girl in the world with a smile on his face and those dark eyes of his that never truly softened and kept a certain harsh quality to them. Your whole chest had turned red and your stomach had twisted in the most pleasurable way and you had wanted him to watch you for the rest of eternity. Even during the feast you had kept standing by him despite your siblings scolding you to mingle, pouting like a child if he turned his attention away from you for even a minute.

Another memory, only a few years past, when Aegon had said something to upset you and you had come sobbing to your mother. After soothing your tears she had left you in her quarters under the watchful eye of Ser Criston to go and scold Aegon. You had sidled up to him, asking if whatever taunt Aegon had made was true. He had been quick to shush you, telling you that Aegon was a young man and he could still be stupid, that you needn’t take everything he said to heart. You had pressed yourself to his chest then, wrapping your arms around the armour on his midriff. He had gently rubbed your back for a few moments before clearing his throat and pulling away, guiding you back to the couch and bringing you whatever embroidery project you had left on the side table. But the feeling of his large hand on your back, his palm and fingers spanning so wide, his smell and even the look of his skin from so close had stuck inside your mind and body and you had tossed and turned that entire night to thoughts of him.

You startled out of your thoughts of the man when your mother abruptly stood from her chair, tutting as she mumbled to herself about the time. You knew she was overdue to tea with Larys Strong so you smiled cheekily at her as she breezed past you, pressing a kiss to your head before heading to the door.

“Ser Criston, stay here with Y/n, I shall take Ser Berrill with me to my meeting,” and she was out the door before Criston could nod his assent.

You smiled then, looking to where Ser Criston stood and abandoning your embroidery to skip over to him. He smiled at you, bowing his head in greeting and you giggled. Criston didn’t know when that had become his favourite sound in the world but it was better than even the Septon bells on a wedding day.

“I think I shall head back to my quarters Ser Criston, accompany me?” You asked, reaching to grab his arm and threading yours through his. Criston cleared his throat and nodded, his neck and cheeks going hot at the feeling of your body pressed so close to his side. It was inappropriate for a girl of your age and stature to be standing so close to him. But you had been doing this all your life, and despite the whispers that now began to pervade the keep about this behaviour, you refused to stop. (And of course Ser Criston was incapable of saying no to you).

Criston opened the door and led the way out into the hallway, walking slow enough for you to keep pace with him. You were chattering on about something or other, he was too busy surveying your surroundings to fully pay attention, and the glimpse of your breasts that he caught every time he looked down to you was enough for him to keep his eyes away from your form completely.

“...and that’s why Aemond has cemented his place as my favourite brother.” You giggled and he couldn’t help but look down to you again, smiling distractedly when he caught sight of the way your breasts curved under your emerald green gown, at the slight bumps of your nipples that he could see through the fabric.

“He is a true prince of the realm and a great brother for you, Princess,” Criston answered, hoping it would be enough of an answer for you. You smiled and nodded and began on another story but stopped as you reached the doors to your chambers. You paused outside the door, opening and closing your mouth a few times. You chewed at the tip of the nail on your index finger and looked up at Criston with big doe eyes that had his entire body clenching up.

“Ser Criston… would you come into my chambers with me? I don’t particularly feel like being alone right now.” You were twisting side to side at the waist lightly, hoping he would cave.

“I do not think that is appropriate Princess,” he replied quietly, voice going low and gruff.

“Please, Ser Criston? There is nothing wrong with my protector joining me in my chambers,” you argued, eyes going teary.

“Princess…” he sighed, shaking his head. “We may know we are not doing anything scandalous but others will not know. I will not be responsible for anyone questioning your honour.” You sighed, almost admitting defeat, before looking up at him once more.

“What if there is someone in there right now, waiting to destroy my honour? Then it would be irresponsible of you not to accompany me into my chambers,” you smiled triumphantly, before quickly pouting again when you remembered that cheekiness would not work in your favour.

“Do not speak of such things Princess,” he replied sharply, swallowing aggressively at the thought of someone daring to come close to you with those intentions.

“Then do not risk it Ser Criston and accompany me into my chambers,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Criston sighed once more before nodding in acquiescence. He knew you would always win, it was only a matter of how long he was willing to fight against you.

You smiled brightly and grabbed onto his arm, dragging him into the room with you and shutting the door firmly behind you, sliding the lock closed before Criston could even realise you had done it.

You leaned back against the door and watched him stand in the middle of the room, looking around the entire room before deeming it safe for you. He turned back to you and saw the mischievous smile on your face before sighing once more.

“The room is safe Princess, I must return to my guardpost now,” he said, but he knew it would be easier said than done leaving now that he was inside. You just shook your head, continuing to block the door.

“But I don’t feel safe Ser Criston, you must stay and continue protecting me,” you whined, rushing forward and falling to your knees right in front of him. You clasped one of his hands between yours and pouted as he began trying to get you to stand up. If someone walked in now and saw the princess on her knees in front of a knight, he would be sent to death quicker than he could pray for forgiveness.

“Stand up Princess, please, you should not be on the floor,” he sounded pained, holding onto your elbows and trying to get you to stand without yanking you up. You just shook your head and did something that made his heart stop directly in his chest. You brought his hands to your lips and gently kissed the backs of both, staring up at him from under fluttering eyelashes.

“This is exactly where I should be, Ser Criston. You have protected me my entire life, you have cared for me like no other, loved me like no other. I am devoted to you even beyond the gods. It is only right that I show you my devotion, show you my thanks, right here on my knees.” All breath abandoned him as he looked upon you, innocent and pure, on your knees with your face right by his cock. He swallowed harshly, shaking his head. No, no, no. He could not do this. He had abandoned his vows once already. And while he wholeheartedly believed that if he abandoned them with you then it wouldn’t be a waste as it had been with Rhaenyra, the thought of sullying you, of allowing himself to feel all that… heat and desperation, filled him with a shame that would eventually kill him.

“Princess, please heed my words, you cannot do this, we cannot do this. You say I have protected you my entire life, and it is from this too I have protected you. From the men who wish to steal your honour and sully your body. I will not be one of them.” He wanted to sound firm but it came out pleading, almost verging on a desperate whine that had you frowning and tilting your head.

“I only want you, Ser Criston. I don’t want any other, and I know I never will. You have never denied me anything, please do not deny me this,” your lip began to wobble and tears pooled so quickly in your eyes that they began to spill over before he could try and sway you away. You began to blubber and he dropped to his knees awkwardly in his armour,

“Please don’t cry Princess, please don’t cry,” he begged, throwing off his gloves and cupping your face with his hands as you began to sniffle. His skin was rough and warm and you rubbed your cheek into his palm like a puppy.

“You will not be sullying me, you will still be protecting me. If you do this for me then I will know what love feels like and I will know how to judge a suitor. I-I will know what pleasure feels like,” you added shyly, leaning closer to him. “You will only be teaching me. There is nothing wrong with teaching, you have been teaching me and my brothers since we were children.”

Criston sighed and shook his head, grunting at the battle that waged a war in his head. He closed his eyes, knowing that if he kept looking at you he would break much too quickly. He shouldn’t be feeling like this for you. He shouldn’t be feeling like this for anyone. It was wrong to be such a lustful creature. But you whimpered and whined in his hands, turning to press open-mouthed kisses against his palms and he could feel the cracks appearing in his resolve along with his shame. When you took his index finger into your mouth, sucking on it like a child with a treat, the feeling of your warm, wet, mouth had spikes of hot pleasure shooting through his body and any remaining resolve dissolving as easier than salt into water.

Criston moaned, too loud for his liking, and his breath shook out of him, head bowing as he panted against his chest. You could see the change in him, could see that you had won as his free hand began to roughly tug at the straps of his chestplate. It fell away and clattered onto the floor as you continued sucking on his finger, swirling your tongue around the digit. Criston sucked in a breath before pulling his finger from your mouth, cupping your cheek with the same hand and spreading your spit over your face. He pulled you into a kiss, a harsh thing that had you gasping and keening and yelping slightly when your bottom lip pinched between his mouth and your teeth. But all bonds on him had been unleashed, and he was ravenous.

You fell against him, becoming just as desperate though with far less experience. You shoved your hands into his hair and pressed your chest to his, settling yourself onto his lap as he fell back onto the floor, torso held up by his elbows. He plunged his tongue into your mouth while you collected your skirts into your hands so you could sit on him without any intrusion. Criston pulled away from you, panting against your mouth for a moment before gently shoving you off and standing up again. He began undoing the rest of his armour and you sat on your knees and watched him. His hair was mussed from your hands and his cheeks had gone rosy pink. You heard the clanks of metal as each piece fell away and more of his body was revealed to you. The soft clothes he wore underneath were next, his shirt pulled over his head and tossed to the side without a care in the world.

The soft bronze skin of his abdomen was taut and curved along each defined muscle. A light dusting of dark hair sat along his chest and trailed down his stomach until it disappeared below his breeches. You couldn’t handle being away from him any longer, a desperate heat crawling over your skin as if bugs had begun buzzing under your skin.

You shuffled forward on your knees until you were right before him. You pressed a hand to the warm skin of his stomach, lightly scratching your nails down toward the waist of his pants. He shuddered, curling forward slightly and resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Princess…” he sighed, but he didn’t stop you either.

You slipped your fingers into the waistband and slowly began to move it down. His cock caught in it before popping out and gently slapping against his abdomen. You stared at it, mouth suddenly full of saliva and legs trembling. You reached out and grasped it, the skin soft and burning hot. The tip was bright red and glistening, a small pearl dribbling out of it and sliding down the length. Another pearl dribbled onto your hand and you tightened your hold on him, listening to the gasps and moans he let out. You didn’t know where the desire to kiss it, to lick it, came from but you didn’t deny a single thing your body desired. You leaned forward and licked just under the head of his cock, smacking your lips slightly to try and decipher what exactly the taste was, before going in for another lick. You ran your tongue up the length of his shaft and back down. The hand on your shoulder clenched tight into your gown and pulled you closer to him. You opened your mouth wide and took the head just past your lips, suckling on it. You stared up into Criston’s face, his mouth open as he panted and moaned like he was in the most pain a man had ever felt. The sounds of your mouth smacking as you suckled on his cock echoed into the room and you rubbed your legs together. It sounded so wrong but oh so good.

You pulled off of his length before going back to drag long licks along the length of his shaft. Everywhere you could reach you licked until Criston was keening loudly and pulling away.

“Princess! Princess, please,” he huffed, cupping your face as you sat there staring up at him. You reached to your back and pulled on the ties to unlace your dress as much as you could on your own. The top loosened and the collar fell below your breasts, baring them to the cool air and the eyes of your protector. Your nipples had pebbled and you shivered as the cool air of the keep brushed over your skin.

Criston stood you up and you allowed the dress to fall fully to your waist, smiling unashamedly as he continued to stare at your body. You wanted him to see you, to see every part of you. You loved him like you had loved no other, and you wanted to show him somehow. He led you to your bed, sitting on the edge and staring up at you. He bent forward and kissed the space between your breasts, rubbing his cheeks against the flesh on either side of his head. He breathed in the smell of your skin, kissing along the softness to your left nipple. He swirled his tongue over it, flicking it, before engulfing it with his mouth and sucking lightly. His mouth felt too hot against your skin and you moaned as you leaned back slightly to continue watching him.

Criston pulled away and cupped your other breast, massaging it and rubbing the nipple with the pad of his thumb. It felt almost ticklish on the sensitive skin but sparks shot through you all the same.

“Ser Criston,” you whimpered, pressing your chest further into his hand and hoping he would put his mouth back to the skin.

“Yes, Princess, yes,” he said hurriedly, but instead of returning to your breasts, he bent at the waist and brought his face to your pussy. You gasped, his thumbs resting against either side and peeling your sticky lips apart.

You had felt the slick begin to seep out of you and slowly spread from your hole and over your lips, but to see his face begin to press between your thighs, to feel his thumbs gently rub the soft skin and hear the way he inhaled deeply as he settled his chin on the crevice of your thighs had you moaning louder than you ever had before.

“We must be quiet Princess,” he whispered, but you paid it no heed as he dove his tongue between your thighs right then.

His tongue was hot and wet, the rough bumps rubbing deliciously against the sensitive skin of your pussy. He licked from bottom to top before focusing on a little nub near the top of the crevice, suckling on it so heat shot straight through you and your legs buckled. You were bowing over him now, nails digging into the skin of his back as you rested on his shoulder, panting and wailing. He lapped at your cunt like a dog drinking water, desperate and aggressive. He slurped and pressed his face as far as it would go into your flesh. You could feel his chin rub against the skin of your thighs, slipping and sliding in the juices that had dribbled out of you. From this angle only the tip of his tongue could reach your hole and he pushed it in just so, pulling it out and pushing it back in so your entrance clenched and unclenched over it, the rim becoming sensitive.

“Ser Criston!” You wailed, bucking against his face as he moved it back and forth, his nose rubbing against that swollen little nub that made you feel like the world was bursting behind your eyes.

You pressed your mouth to his back, and in a fleeting moment of clarity remembered that he needed to reach his release as well. You slid one of your hands between your bodies and grasped his cock, choking on a gasp when he moaned right into your flesh and the vibrations spread through every nerve ending. You grasped him tighter and he hissed. You mumbled apologies into his skin before beginning to jerk your hand back and forth along his shaft, listening to the squelch of not only his mouth on your pussy but his cum spreading over his shaft beneath your hand. The pleasure rose within you, his hips bucked frantically up into your hand, your legs twitched uncontrollably, your skin was on fire. Everything felt like it was moving too fast all of a sudden, a wave rising in your legs and stomach and deep in your core. He was moaning against you and the vibrations finally sent you over the edge, heat and overwhelming pleasure throbbing through you. Your fingers twitched and your arms felt like jelly and your ears were rushing with blood. You couldn’t hear Criston’s moans as he spurted onto your thighs and hands, as he pressed his face to your stomach and moaned.

When your ears quieted you could hear the mingling of both of your panted breaths, could feel the saliva that had drooled from your mouth and smeared onto his back under your cheek. Your weight was completely resting over his shoulder and you could feel the stickiness all along your thighs, the breeze beginning to cool it and sending shivers down your spine. Your hand was sticky and you slowly peeled it away from his cock. Criston shivered and slowly brought you off his shoulder and into his lap. You stared into his eyes, deep brown and endless. He leaned down and kissed you, lips salty and slick.

“Thank you, Ser Criston,” you said, smiling against his mouth.

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floatyflowers · 1 year

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Dark Platonic! Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader x Dark Platonic! Alicent Hightower

You are the surviving twin of Baelon Targaryen.

Even though Rhaenyra was devastated by her mother's death, she never blamed you.

Instead, she took care of you, acting as a mother to you, so you don't feel deprived.

She would spend most of her free time with you, making sure that you are always comfortable and happy.

When Daemon stole the dragon egg, Rhaenyra flew over to Dragonstone herself and got it back, before placing it in your cradle.

Rhaenyra was happy to have you all to herself, that was until Alicent got married to Viserys, becoming yours and Rhaenyra's stepmother.

One day, your older sister visited your nursery early in the morning to take you riding with her like she always does, but found Alicent already there, holding you in her arms.

"I believe it is too dangerous for (Y/n) to go riding with you, Rhaenyra, she is still a babe"

"I know what is better for my sister, your highness"

And that's where the real rivalry between the older princess and the queen started.

Alicent made herself a prominent mother figure in your life, believing that she has that right.

Yet, Rhaenyra made sure to move your crib to her quarters, so her ex-friend doesn't get to spend time with you.

But, Alicent always managed to find a way to do so, by simply ordering the servants to bring you to her when Rhaenyra is not around.

Imagine the shock and jealousy Alicent felt when you called your older sister 'mama', and Rhaenyra did not bother to correct you.

Maybe you called your sister that, because how similar in appearance the both of you are.

Little does, Alicent know, that Rhaenyra has been training you to call her that.

When Alicent got pregnant and gave birth to Aegon, Rhaenyra thought that she would stop caring about you.

But, the Queen became more obsessed with you, she even used the excuse for you to share a nursery with her son, so you two could become playmates.

Years pass, and you grow to be a beautiful girl, and start receiving requests for your hand in marriage.

But everyone knows that there are only two candidates to be taken seriously.

Jacaerys and Aegon.

Of course, Rhaenyra managed to win the favor of her father like she has always done and Viserys agreed to betroth you to Jacaerys.

However, Alicent had Larys make his spies spread rumors about you losing your maidenhood to Aegon.

Which made Viserys wed you to Aegon in the end in hopes to quiet down those rumors.

Alicent might have won that battle, but still Rhaenyra will win the many upcoming battles.

#tw: toxic relationships #yandere house of the dragon #platonic yandere #aegon ii targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent x reader #rhaenyra x reader #daughter reader #reader insert

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Hi honey, I want to place an order for Twilight please. I want something for "being Rosalie and Emmett's daughter" the girl would be Jasper and Alice's goddaughter, hence, "granddaughter" of Esme and Carlisle. If it wasn't too much to ask, write how you think her relationship with each person in your family would be, Clan Denali would also enter this medium, since they are such good friends with Carlisle (I love them). Anyway, that's it honey, if it's too much for you, let me know, I never meant to be rude 😔💗

Being Emmett and Rose's daughter and the youngest in the Cullen family:

Your relationships with them:

Emmett and Rosalie:

They are your parents, they adopted you a little bit over a century before the big move to Forks.

Unlike the people around you, you have a strong relationship with your parents. Rosalie is a loving mother and Emmett is very much an over protective father.

The over protectiveness can get annoying but you know he means well. At first he was afraid to touch you, with his super human strangth he was always afraid to be around you. That didn't stop you from when you were a baby beacuse you'd just follow him everywhere. If he was working on his jeep you were crawling under there with him holding a flashlight. If he was play video games you'll craw on the couch and read a Dr. Suse book next to him.

Rosalie always makes sure your loved a cared for. She makes sure you eat proper meals, buys you anything you want, and most importantly she's always there to listen. It's hard to keep things from her and you know you can tell her anything.

Their worst fear is you becoming a vampire... But they also don't want to lose you once you get into your old age. It's a subject that wasn't discussed and you just didn't bring it up. That's the only thing you guys fight about... That and boys.

You've never seen your father so angry when he found out Pual Imprinted on you. Rose was just disponted on who it was but she was glad you found someone you loved. I think part of her was afraid you'll end up in this same relationship she was when she dated Ryoce King.

But then they saw that dispite his temper he treated you like a queen and that's what matter.

Alice and Jasper:

These two are your godparents. I think part of Rose wanted it to be carlisle and Esma but over the years she relized Alice was the best choice.

You love Alice and all but sometimes you argue. Mostly over clothes. There's been many first days of school that you hid in carlisle's office because you didn't want to wear a dress. After school you guys do make up.

She always makes sure you know your beautiful. If your insecur about something she'll try and help you see the beauty in it. If you hate your hair she'll come up with different styles intill you find one you like.

Jasper is the one you'll set with if you want peace. If there's a big family gathering and you don't want to talk you'll be with Jasper.

To him your the only thing pure in his life and he'll tare down the world for you.

You love hearing stories from jasper's past.

Jasper tought you how to swing a bat and to play baseball.

Carlisle and Esme:

You have a strong bond with these two.

Your close to carlisle and he always inspires you to be kind to others and he's the reason you want to go to medical school.

If you have a problem that you feel you can't tell your parents you go to him.

You guys bond over books and like with Jasper, you love hearing his stories.

Carlisle is just as protective if not more than Emmett. Carlisle is very calm and collected, but if anything is causing you harm his eyes will be blazing with anger.

Esme was the first one to except your relationship with Paul... Carlisle on the other hand didn't like it.

“I don't like him”

“that's a first” Esme said rolling her eyes.

Emes loves like you like you were own daughter. She's always puts you first and would give you the world if she could.

Dispite there young aprences you call them Pops and grams. When you were a little you couldn't say carlisle properly so you just called him car then pops.

You guys love going to the movies together and they'll watch whatever you want and always show interest in what you like.

Edward and bella:

You don't get along with Bella. Pirod. She doesn't treat you like your part of the family, which it doesn't matter because you were there first.

Edward is more like a brother. Your both closer in age and he treats you like a little sister more then a niece.

He loves you but sometimes he doesn't see that Bella treats you like crap. Infact none of them do expect your mother and Carlisle.

You never told them beacuse you didn't want to ruin anything for Edward but then one day rose and carlisle cought her in the act. You made them promise not to say anything.

You and Edward are close like I said before. You don't see him as the monster he thinks he is and you always try and make his life more brighter.

You never fail to make him laugh.

He tought you how to play piano and you guys bond over music.

Bella causes problems so the day she slapped Paul and he phased she tried to pin it on you right when the family started to except him. You and Paul explained everything and Edward took your side, which you were thankful for.

The denalis:

You and Eleazar have the type of relationship that you guys make each other laugh at the wrong time. Camron and Rosalie can't take you guys anywhere.

Camron loves you to bits and taught to how to speak Spanish. She teaches to about her culture and it warms her heart that you care so much.

Tanya and Kate are like big sister to you. You have inside jokes the others don't understand and your always laughing.

Irina and your get along but you aren't close. She stoped talking to you after Paul and the pack killed Laurant. You could understand why she would be angry but it hurt knowing she hates you because you love a wolf.

Garrett and you have a love hate relationship. You guys teas and taunt each other. At first it was out of spite beacuse your personalites just didn't clash but then he grew a soft spot for you and you became buddies.

#twilight imagines #twilight headcanon #Rosalie x daughter!reader #Cullen family x reader #denial #Alice cullen #Jasper Hale #Carlisle cullen #Esme cullen #Edward cullen #Bella swan #Rosalie Hale #Emmett cullen #Paul lahote

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 4 months

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Carlisle Cullen x Fem Reader (2)

This fic is a continuation of this drabble here.

Warnings: mentions of death, destruction and one curse word. Edward is not manipulative or controlling in this au.

“It’s all going to be all right Bella,” Alice soothed. “(Name) won’t mind if this runs over time.”

“But it’s her birthday,” Bella protested. “She shouldn’t be worried about us.”

“She won’t be worried about us,” Edward replied. “She and Carlisle are spending time together.”

Bella cheered up at that; seeing you and Carlisle together was like witnessing everything romantic in the world all at once.

“At the back there, pay attention!” Mr. Mason barked.

Edward, Bella, Alice, and Jasper murmured apologies.

“Now that we are all focusing and not distracted, perhaps you can describe the painting that we are standing in front of.”

“They were talking about Edward’s mom’s birthday,” Mike interjected. Mr. Mason ignored the comment in favour of staring at Edward until he began to speak.

“This painting is part of a series of three paintings called La Purga. They depict the destruction of Olympus by its own King.”

Mr. Mason’s expression became a little less severe, “Miss Cullen, what is the backstory of the paintings?”

Alice needlessly cleared her throat, “The story behind these paintings is that the King of Olympus, Zeus, feared that someone he was related to would destroy Olympus. He slaughtered everyone that he shared a bond with. There are many interpretations regarding Zeus’ final fate but the prevailing theory is that his own power destroyed him. In the last painting, the artist leads you to believe that his lightning rebounded and killed him.”

Bella looked at the bottom right corner of the painting where the artist had signed. The writing seemed familiar and the longer Bella stared at the signature, the more she realised it was an anagram. Reshuffling the letters in her mind, she came up with a recognisable name. Rosalie Hale.

As Alice drove her to the Cullen’s home, Bella voiced her thoughts. Alice grinned, “Rosalie may have painted the picture, but who do you think told her the story? The real story?”

“No way!” Bella gasped. “I thought Zeus killed anyone even slightly related to him?”

Alice shook her head with the grin still on her face, “Zeus couldn’t detect (Name) when she lived with the Volturi which is how she met Carlisle.”

“Zeus was destroyed by his own power.” Bella breathed, “Which was wielded by his own daughter.”

Jasper leaned forward, “As Emmett always says, ‘Mom’s a badass.’ To date, she is one of the only outsiders to have the Volturi’s respect.”

#my writing #my fics #carlisle cullen #female reader #carlisle cullen x you #carlisle cullen x reader #twilight x greek mythology #reader is a demigod #reader is zeus' daughter #alice cullen #bella swan #jasper hale #no esme

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naddybln · 2 years

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Headcanons Cullen Family x human!reader

Imagine being the youngest Cullen and a human

Carlisle and Esme would adopted you when you were about 2 years old

the siblings would be happy and scared at the same time

they all love you to death

Jasper would learn how to stay with you without hurting you

you´d be the only human whom he could spend time with and enjoy it

he teaches you to fight

Emmet would always make you smile

you guys would play catch or hide and seek (he runs in a normal "human" tempo during play time)

you once threw some garlic at him while saying "stay away, sucker"

Rosalie would love to braid your hair and style it

would protect you from your brother, whenever they start to annoy you

she would be really soft around you

Alice loves to dress you up, always the newest and most stylishes clothes

would take you and Rose out or some sister quality time

always looks into your future to make sure you´re going to be safe and happy

Edward reads your mind nearly all the time

you often communicate with him trough your thoughts

even as Bella came into his life, you´re still his priority

Esme would bake and cook for or with you

she is your mother and you also call her mom

If you want to redesign your room or have an idea how to change something around the house, she is right there and happy to comply

Carlisle is probably the first person you go with when you´ve got a problem (let´s be real, he pretty much always knows what to do)

you call him dad cuz he is your father

if you are mad at him you eat an apple or two (an apple a day keeps the doctor away :))

They are all extremly protective

Carlisle turns you a day after your 16th birthday

That´s the only reason the Volturi allowed you to stay within the Cullens

They sometimes visit to make sure their secret is safe, but they really start to take a liking to you

Overall you have happy life with you family and love every single one of the dearly

#jasper hale #alice cullen #rosalie hale #emmet cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #twilight saga x reader #jasper hale x reader #alice cullen x reader #rosalie cullen x reader #emmet cullen x reader #edward cullen x reader #esme cullen x reader #carlisle cullen x reader #human!reader #daughter!reader #sibling!reader #twilight saga

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valynne · 7 months

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our mothers warmth (a raging fire)

pairing(s). platonic alicent hightower x daughter! reader word count. 0.9k description. visions were for your half sister, helaena, hers were not pleasant but they were oft correct. your dreams are glimpses of something in the corner of your eyes, something stalking.

content. targaryen madness, angst, blood, accidental self-harm (accidentally getting cut), mentioned medieval style doctoring, untreated mental disorders, alicent being a good (step)mother

a/n. the concept of targaryen madness is just too appealing, i really enjoy writing characters who have something inexplicably wrong but wish not to see it :P

A shallow gasp, raw and keening, racks your chest. The sheets constrict your body as you claw to sit upright, the longer you lay the more blood rushes behind your eyes and the more white noise snuffs out every sense. Pushing and pulling and gasping as you fight the monster that climbs up the end of your bed, teeth as sharp as needles ready to pounce. You hear your own scream before you realise you are, how did it get in?

Your throat is burning as you thrash and finally free yourself of the weighty quilt. The monster snarls as it grabs ahold of your thrashing leg, trying to drag you off. A sharp kick to the arm of it that misses- a jangling of metal. There's a hard line of pain on the soft curve of your calf, tension in your skin is released and a itching pain weeps from the line. The pain pools and heat begins spreading along the extremity, it brings focus back to you.

And you realise, the glinting of teeth turns into the metal of your guards armor.

"-cess? Princess a-" The blood rushing in your ears finally disappears. "What happened?"

"I-I don't," Your eyes drag down to your sliced foot, blood staining the pale linens a dark burgundy. "I'm scared."

The guard is taken aback, his eyes following your gaze to the wound on your leg. "Maester! Summon a maester, the princess is wounded!"

The candles are fresh, flickering. The fireplace blazes on without fault, a beacon in the canyons of your night terrors. A maester sits at your foot, dabbing away droplets of blood that continue beading at the edges of the wound.

Your queen mother, Alicent Hightower, sits dutifully beside you. Her gentle hand clasping one of yours, her thumbs caressing soft circles into the skin on the back of your hand.

She hasn’t spoken to you yet, her eyes watch the maester salve the wound. Ready to order him out of the court should he harm you any further. Once she was notified she had been quick to gather herself from sleep and sweep through the halls of Maegor’s Holdfast. Eyes frantic as she burst into the room, still in her sleep wear.

“Sweet girl,” Her voice is soft, her doe eyes softer as she watches you, her words pulling you from your recollections. “What happened?”

A long pause is held before you can find the words, but they do not suffice. “A night terror, queen mother. T’was nothing more.”

Alicent turns her head accusingly to the maester, her fingers tighten just slightly around your own.

“Have the treatments not been working?” The maester glances up, startled. “What is the point in bloodletting if it does nothing?”

The maester cannot bumble out a single word, your Queen mother’s words are fired at him too quickly for an answer to be thought up. You’re too unfocused to listen to the conversation but your mother’s voice, no matter how frustrated, lulls you. The ladies at court said you had clung to her, ever the frail and sickly babe, and wished only for her company during your little days when she had been Rhaenyra’s lady-in-waiting. You weren’t of Alicent’s womb, a mere legitimised bastard of your dear King.

There’s a large crackle of the fire pit, and the following tumble of a burnt stump of wood. Your head turns to watch, eyelids feeling heavy as you watch the wood that crumbles within the firepit. It reminds you of the stone and brick in your dreams, the crumbling Red Keep.

A breath and then another.

The shallow rise and fall of your chest settles the longer you stare into the flickering fire, the pain induced sweat on your skin drying away into your dressing gown leaving a gross feeling behind. You lean back into the chair fully, a stray tear rolling down your cheek as you let the maester lather a salve of some kind into the wound.

"Seven help me." A brush of a whisper to no one. The Queen mother hears though, she always does. A crease forms between her brows as she watches you, watches you close your eyes and hide back away inside yourself.

She presses a featherlight kiss to your hairline, hand smoothing over the stray hairs, as she rests her head against yours. “All will be well, my sweet girl.”

Your lip quivers, as tears threaten your waterline from behind closed eyes. The hand that isn’t being held is quick to find home in your mother’s gown. Fingers grasping tightly as a quiet sob falls from your lips.

“M’sorry.” A shuddering breath in. “I’m so sorry, Queen mother.”

She holds you, her cold hands brushing away at your hair and your exposed arm, the kisses at your hairline multiplied as she holds you close. “You needn’t apologise, my sweet girl. Tis not your fault.”

Sleep doesn’t come easily, not after your quiet tears. Alicent holds you until you do though, she mumbles a lullaby. Not of High Valyrian, no, but one of the Reach. A gentle hymn of the Mother, and her love for her children. A prayer for saviour.

#house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd x you #targaryen madness #house targaryen #alicent hightower #alicent hightower x daughter! reader #there’s something about twisted prediction man ong #angst #targaryen siblings #reader is older cause i said so #viserys targaryen #maester hater for life <3

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fbfh · 3 months

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curiosity is a wonderful thing - ch. 7

wc: 2.4k

genre: slowburn, friends to lovers, fluff

pairing: audrey x ben, eventual ben x daughter of alice!reader

warnings: none I don't think?? the word biznautch (which is not a word but I'm sure tuco and saul would disagree)

summary: you and ben catch up while you walk around campus. you talk about the isle kids, and ben wishes desperately he could be as close to you as he wants to.

song recs: honey and the bee - owl city, galactic bloom - bee and puppycat ost

a/n: huzzah i am back from the dead!! (sort of). anyway definitely expect a slow trickle of sporadically posted long form fics and regularly scheduled drabbles and asks. love you guys. love that you love curiosity as much as I do. here's a fit. as a treat. :* (also expect things to get real dramatic real quick)

TAGS @yesv01 @magcon7280 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @sunshineangel-reads @dustyinkpages @inejsknifes @tulipmagnoliaisme @ev3ningrain

After the next day, things begin to settle down and go back to normal. The Isle kids start their remedial goodness classes, the boys try out for sports, and Mal tags along with Evie as she socializes between class periods. You find yourself running between campus and your dorm where you’d forgotten your report on your desk after the late night before, and end up feeling that you’re quite discombobulated for most of the afternoon. Ben, of course, is as busy as ever. You don’t think you’ve seen each other for more than two seconds today, and you can’t say you like when things get all frantic like this.

After classes, and after your quick detour to Wonderland, and after Ben’s meeting with Fairy Godmother and tourney practice, you try to figure out what to do until the junior royal council meeting today. Audrey will be there - if she decides to show up, that is. You also received RSVPs from Aziz, Jordan, Lonnie, and Herkie. The main topic of discussion for this meeting will be to plug in with them and get an idea of how the student body is feeling with the addition of the Isle kids to the school. If there are no major delays, Ben and Herkie should be able to get back to tourney on time to get ready for the match later. It’s going to be a huge deal - the first big game of the year - and the whole school is buzzing with excitement.

You sit at a table outside by the school’s hedge maze, sipping some tea as you finish your homework. It’s peaceful, and the weather is ambient. Your mind zips and buzzes around like a bread and butterfly, flitting between your history of magic worksheet, where you’ll explore next time you can sneak off to Wonderland, how Ben is doing - and by proxy, how the Isle kids are doing. A warm breeze passes by you, and you can smell flowers as it swirls around. Hydrangeas maybe? No, lilacs. Definitely lilacs. You hear footsteps approaching down the cobblestone path leading to the gardens and hedge maze. When you look up, you’re surprised to see Ben in his tourney uniform.

“Ben!” You exclaim happily, standing up and scurrying over to greet him. He opens up his arms to wrap you in a big, warm hug. He’s a little sweaty from practice, but he doesn’t smell bad. You don’t think Ben ever smells bad (maybe a little bit like wet dog when he goes swimming, but it’s not overbearing or unpleasant.)

“What are you doing here?” You ask, wondering if he’ll be able to meet all the tasks on his agenda without running late. He shrugs a little, smiling as he pulls away.

“I was nearby, I thought I’d stop by for a few minutes before getting changed for the junior council meeting.”

You smile up at him with a knowing, appreciative look. His dorm is nowhere near the gardens, and seeing you was definitely not along the way. But your heart warms that he still took some time out of his blackberry jam-packed schedule to stop by and see you. You know if you don’t walk him back to campus he’ll never get changed in time, so you gather up your stuff, tucking it somewhat neatly back in your teapot bag.

“Well, your timing couldn’t be more impeccable, as I was just about done out here.”

Ben chuckles a little, and you walk alongside each other towards the rest of campus.

“So, how did tourney practice go?” You ask. You know the whole team is really excited for this game, but they’ve been putting a lot of pressure on themselves too. Ben takes in a breath before replying.

“I think we’re just about as ready as we’ll ever be.” You nod, humming in agreement as he continues. “I mean, running drills and plays is great, you can never practice enough. But unless we can actually apply the plays on the field the way we do them during practice - on a good day, at least-”

You chuckle with him, remembering all the stories of how questionably tourney practices can end up when the other players are more focused on goofing off than improving their skills.

“That’s when we’ll actually see some improvement.”

You nod in approval.

“Hopefully Chad will learn how to actually complete a pass, too.”

A loud laugh bursts out of Ben. He never would have said it outloud, but you both know you were thinking it. “Yeah,” he agrees with a chuckle, “that- that would be a very good day.”

He glances down at you, walking close beside him. Just like how you always seem to know just what he’s thinking, he’s gotten pretty good at reading your mind in that same way. He knows the question that’s rolling around the tip of your tongue, itching to get out.

“The new transfers are doing well, too.” He nods.

You’ve both heard countless people calling them the Isle kids, and it seems to be catching on. You and Ben had both hoped that they would be known as transfer students at most - the whole point is to help them assimilate to become part of Auradon, not constantly remind them of the past. But if there’s one thing you and Ben both know about people and politics, it’s that you can’t control public opinion. Or word of mouth. As long as they’re not bothered by it, you and Ben don’t feel it’s any issue, but you still call them transfers out of habit when speaking to each other. You just hope they’ll trust you enough to express any discomfort or upset that might arise.

“Jay has been… crushing it at tourney.” He says with a slight chuckle and disbelieving shake of his head.

“I can’t believe he hadn’t had an opportunity to play before now,” you agree. “Imagine how great he’d be if he’d been recruited before now.”

Ben agrees, and a resolute silence settles over the two of you for a moment. If he keeps playing and improving like he has been, Jay could easily land a spot on a pro tourney team after graduating. Ben wouldn’t be surprised if he was recruited before then. If he had been given an opportunity to play before now, he would practically have a guaranteed career handed to him. Probably more than one. It’s so terrible that his talent was wasted before now, and if he hadn’t pushed for this proclamation…

Ben’s mind begins to wander back to the other poor kids stuck on the Isle. He knows they’re meant for more than that, that there are future doctors and activists and artists walking around there every day. Future friends that he can easily see growing into established pillars and cornerstones of the community. He gets that ache in his chest, that impulse to just say fuck it and bring everyone over at once. He curbs it as soon as it shows up. He knows that the way to make that happen, the way to repay them for all their unnecessary suffering is to make sure he puts in the work right here, right now. If he wants to bring more people over - which he fully intends to do - he has to make sure that the first four succeed.

“Oh,” he starts, pulling out of his train of thought, turning his attention back to you. “And Carlos?”

You look at him, eager to know how he’s doing.

“You’re never going to believe this,” he starts with a chuckle, “Carlos and Duke have been inseparable for the better part of a week.”

He watches you closely as he speaks, not wanting to miss the moment when you realize how great this is. He watches as your eyes widen and you let out a delighted gasp.

“Really?” You exclaim. Ben is already nodding, smiling right along with you, swept up in your infectious joy.

“Yeah, I-I couldn’t believe it, I mean, he was terrified of dogs - his mother called them…” he struggles for a moment to remember the exact phrase Carlos had used. “Rabid pack animals.”

“What?” You can’t believe anyone would hate animals so much, especially enough to make someone else so deathly afraid of them. “Why on earth would she-”

“I don’t know.” Ben finishes for you.

“Sounds like-”

Something Audrey would say.

You catch yourself, thinking better of it before completing the thought.

“Oh,” you pretend to interrupt yourself with a more important thought, “how is Evie doing? She was having a difficult time in class today.”

Ben nods sadly.

“Yeah. I spoke to Doug about it. She, uh- she was reading her answers off of something.”

“She’s probably nervous.” You add. “I mean, education isn’t exactly the Isle’s top priority…”

It’s the understatement of the century, and Ben quickly sees where you’re headed with that. If none of the Isle kids were ever in an appropriately challenging or attentive academic setting, of course Auradon Prep would be overwhelming. Ben nods, realizing the same thing.

“I’ll work with the faculty- see if I can set them up with some tutors once they’re a little more… settled in.”

You nod, about to say something when you pause in your tracks. Ben stops, looking back at you and wondering what he missed. Before he can ask, you let out a sigh.

“Look at this!” You exclaim, gesturing to a section of brick wall encasing a topiary. It’s been painted in shades of green, purple, and black spray paint, expertly crafted into a dynamic dragon silhouette. You turn back to Ben, frustrated at all the potential going to waste on the Isle.

“Please tell me she’s signed up for some sort of art class.” You ask, somewhat rhetorically.

Ben follows your gaze, noticing the paint that now decorates the previously barren wall.

Ben chuckles a little, agreeing with you.

“I’ll be sure to-”

“Oh! Did I tell you?” You exclaim, suddenly remembering something you’d been desperate to tell Ben earlier that day. Ben, used to all sorts of interesting twists and turns in conversations with you, simply files his thought away on a little post it note in his brain, and turns his attention back to you.

“I don’t know, did you?” He asks, somewhat rhetorically.

“Do you remember how I told you about the wildflowers and their song recitals?”

“Of course,” he nods. How could he forget anything you tell him? Especially when it’s about Wonderland?

“The poppies and the peonies have begun to argue over who’s going to sing the alto solo in the second verse.” You state as intensely and dramatically as if you were recounting the most mind boggling argument you’ve ever seen. As you recount the increasingly petty arguments between the flowers, the clashing of their personalities, Ben realizes this probably is the most mind boggling drama you’ve ever seen.

Ben listens intently as you describe the clashing personalities of and different cliques forming among the Wonderland wildflowers. His heart sinks a little in that way it always tends to when you talk about Wonderland. He wishes he could go there with you. It breaks his heart that he’ll never be able to see it first hand, that you’ll never get to show it to him. He wants more than anything to be able see where you’re from, to take it the wonder. He knows how much it would mean to you, which is more than reason enough. Besides, he feels like if he could just go there, if he could stand in the same place where you feel most at home, he feels like he could really, finally understand it. Understand you.

But he knows it’s too dangerous. You both do. He just wishes you had someone to protect you, to keep you safe.

“Is it dangerous there?” He had asked you once. “No.” You’d replied with a coy smile. “Not if you know what you’re doing.”

“Do you?” He had teased. You laughed. You nudged him with your shoulder.

“As much as I know my tea.”

That settled it for him.

He knows that even if you did have some sort of bodyguard with you down there with you, you’d be the one protecting them.

“Oh, by the by,” your voice pulls him from his train of thought as you approach the school. “Don’t worry about those papers for the next council meeting, I’ll drop them off for you.”

He had completely forgotten about that.

“Are you sure?” He starts to ask, but you’re already playfully waving his concern away.

“Pish tosh.” You state.

“Okay…” he concedes, chuckling at your turn of phrase.

“I wasn’t done.” You state, with a humorously serious expression.

“Pish tosh, fish wash, bish bosh, coin toss.”

His chuckle has turned into full blown laughter.

“Car floss, hair loss, kiss squash, witch watch, biznautch.” You finish. “It’s bad luck not to say the whole thing.” You counter.

“I’ll… I’ll remember that, bunny.” You nod your head curtly. “Here, uh-”

He fumbles through his bag for the papers to hand you, which you accept happily.

“Right…” you tuck them into your teapot, pulling out your messy, worn in planner. It always has a million things sticking out of it and falling out from between the pages. Every time you take it out, Ben thinks it looks so… frazzled.

“Right right right,” you mutter, making a noise when you find what you’re looking for. “So. I drop off the papers, check on the party planning committee, then a quick dip down and back in time for the tourney match.”

You look at Ben for approval, making sure you hadn’t forgotten something. He nods.

“Yes. And I am going to go check on the transfers-”

“Text me and update, please?” You ask sweetly. Ben knows you don’t have great reception in Wonderland - but more than that, you usually wind up so engrossed that you forget you even have a phone. Despite this, you love coming back up to Overland to be met with a flurry of texts from Ben. Random thoughts, reminders he worried he’d forget, and anything else flitting across his mind between when you left and where you were.

“Of course,” Ben smiles, then continues. “Check on transfers, meet up with Audrey, warm up and practice with the team, then it’s game time.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You state, reassuring him you’ll be back in time no matter what. You look down at the rabbit hole opening up at your feet, then back up at Ben.

“Either of them.”

#curiosity is a wonderful thing #curiosity #descendants #descendants x reader #ben florian #ben florian x reader #daughter of alice #daughter of alice!reader #friends to lovers #slow burn #YOOOOOO I LOVE YOU GUYS #I HOPE YOU ENJOYYYYYYYYYYY #MWUAH MWUAH MWUAH #IM THROWING KISSES!! THROWING ROSES!!!!!#<3333

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dustylava · 1 year

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Alicent: "oh Gods, what am I going to do with you... Two alcoholics..."

Y/n: "... You are wrong, My Grace!"

Aegon: something gurgles from under the armchair.

Y/n: "he's an alcoholic. And I am a household alcoholic! Who doesn't need a reason... To get drunk... There is a huge difference between just alcoholism, and domestic alcoholism..!"

Aegon: "sounds like a fucking toast!"

Alicent: "Gods help me..."

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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𝕭𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕬𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕳𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝕸𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖓!

Tw: child neglect, under age drinking, smoking weed, platonic, reader is a goth and has tattoos, talks of purity culture, angst, Rhaenyra being reader’s mom.

Author’s note: I wanted to do another one, but this time its in a modern setting.

You came from a wealthy family, which means you come from old money.

You have two older brothers and two older sisters, who played at important role, meanwhile you were just their, it was the Heirs and the spares trope.

Your mother didn’t pay attention to you when you a child, you were basically given money to stay out of her sight or out of way.

Since she wasn’t going to pay you any attention, you might as well go somewhere else.

You would run away a lot, you also disappeared for almost weeks but always returned. Sometimes you’d go to your older sister’s Rhaenyra’s house and spend the night there.

She didn’t mind you staying, she preferred you stay at her house then to be out there exposed to any kind of danger.

Once you got older, you began to rebel more, first thing you did to piss of your mother, you got a tattoo

A big tattoo on your arm which was a red dragon. She was not happy, she’s said that you probably hung out around people who were bad influence on you.

Later on you got even more tattoos, at some point your body was just covered in them. When it came to important evens, your mother demanded you cover them, but instead you wore attires that showed them off.

Even if that was the case, you didn’t care. You also began to wear dark colors, mainly blacks, greys, and reds. Also wearing wild makeup and you had cut your hair along with dying it.

Your mother was furious, she wanted you to dress like your sister Helaena like a proper lady and not a delinquent but you didn’t care.

Then their was your brother Aegon, who had gotten you into drinking and smoking weed. It was like a tradition between the two of you.

During the week, you both would sneak out late at night, go buy some wine at a liquor store and smoke weed at a 7/11 parking lot.

It was fun, then your brother Aemond began to join the two of you, he was more of the driver since he didn’t trusts you both driving while intoxicated.

When it came to school, you went to a fancy private school with your siblings. Everyone knew you guys since you were Targaryen's and had the white hair.

They knew Aegon for his party animal ways, Helaena for being that weird nice girl, Aemond for his looks and brains. You? They knew you for always getting in a fight.

Of course, you got in trouble and your mother would get calls from the principal. She was not happy, everyone she tells you how you are practically embarrassing the family name, but again you didn’t care.

Otto and Alicent have put you in a boarding school for girls to straighten you out but of course, you got kicked out of them all. So they just stopped.

When it came to mandatory family dinner’s, you only attended because your sister Rhaenyra along with her nephews would come. If they didn’t go, you’d never show up until dinner was over.

You’re not a hug fan of fancy foods, you prefer to eat junk food or fast food with Aegon when you guys go out. But Aemond also makes sure you both eat healthy and not live off Monster Energy Drinks.

Your relationship with Helaena was chill, although your mother often compared you to her, it wasn’t her fault that your mother was demanding. Helaena loves you for you, she doesn’t really care about appearances, once she considered getting a matching bug tattoo with you.

Your mother says she ‘loves’ you but you know she has a strange way of showing it. When you got older she tried to be a part of your life but you always ignored her like she ignored you.

She began to try and get you married, getting you suiters for you to choose. You always rejected them left and right. Once she had accused you of having sexual affairs like Aegon since you didn’t want to get married, you may be a trouble kid but you had never laid with anyone.

You actually wished on getting married by love and not appearances but since you were a rich girl, it’ll never happen.

Sometimes they would be magazines or news articles of you coming out of clubs, bars, etc. Sometimes with Aegon, of course your mother has told you that you’re putting the family to shame but you didn’t care about the family name or whatever she has to say.

After having issues with your mother, you left to live with your older sister for a while. Her home didn’t feel like you had be someone you aren’t, it felt comforting really, it felt nice and warm.

Rhaenyra sees you as a daughter, and you see her as a mother. She was their for you when you needed someone. She was there the day of your ballet recital, she was at your school’s play, she was always there.

When it came to mother’s day, instead of making a card for Alicent, you always made Rhaenyra a card, even as you got older you still made her a card.

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gumballavocadoharry · 1 year

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Baby Susan; Jack Chambers

Jack and Alice looked in awe at the sweet baby bundle tucked away in her crib. The flamingo crocheted quilt, hugged her tight enough for security. "Alice, isn't amazing how we created something so beautiful?" Alice laid her head on Jack's shoulder.

"Yeah.....look at her little nose," As if on cue, Susan's diaphanous nose twitched like a little bunny. "She has your eyes Alice, and your hair and smile." Alice giggled, while continuing her gaze at her baby girl.

"She has your nose." Jack beamed in pride as seeing that when Susan was born, she looked like a copy of Alice. Despite the colossal jubilation Jack felt at Susan's birth, his mind did bellyache at the fact of Susan only favoring him to a microscopic degree. When he pictured his new offspring, she would have light brown hair with enriching green eyes like her mother and deep dimples like him. She would be a gentle and ladylike soul like Alice, but a stubborn jack rabbit like himself.

But nonetheless, Susan was more than anything he could've dreamed of. She was perfect in everyway. He soft pale skin, her mushy cheeks that he splattered in kisses every moment he got and her benign little cries that she echoed throughout the house for a diaper change or a bottle.

Her personality was already shaping itself. She was a quiet baby, with only a little to say, Susan was a miss independent as she focused her baby brain on doing things herself. She was also obedient; determined to mind the do's and don'ts of her parents. She would stare into their eyes, almost as if asking for approval for an okay to squawk out a cry or to grab something that seemed edgy for her.

Jack and Alice too their positions into their own bed, after reading a goodnight story and kissing the 2 month old baby goodnight. Jack watched from the bed as Alice fixed herself up for bed; her gentle smooth hands rubbing her sheeny face and neck. She stared at herself in the mirror with such modesty yet insufferable pride at the same time.

Alice sat legs crossed while applying her night serum. Her black lingerie layed perfectly around the curves of her body. She finished up before inviting herself next to Jack in the bed. Alice's head hit the pillow before Jack had the chance to ask her if she wanted to indulge in the book the two had started together. But Alice's snores told something different. Jack had to face it, she was home most of the day with Susan and it was a daunting task in itself to care for such a little susceptible infant. I guess it's just me. Jack thought before turning the page of the chapter he already finished.

Soon it turned dusk midnight, Jack asleep with the book page cornered and set aside on the nightstand, spooning Alice as the young couple were snoozing away in the mildly heated pale yellow room, tucked away in azure pixelated covers. That was until a baby's shriek wrested them alive.

Alice dashed into Susan's bedroom; rollers in her hair bouncing along with the lavender robe she covered herself in. Jack laid in bed still; hand going over the empty indention of where Alice's body was.

"Shhh, my butterfly...there, there." Alice cooed through the monitor. Jack was soothed by Alice's sweet song like voice, gently rocking his baby back to sleep. "You just wanted someone to hold you? Well, mommy's here baby....she'll always be there." Jack didn't even recon the smile that had incoherently spread across his face. Alice had said the last part with the gentle voice she always uses. But the feeling of deep admiration and devotion for her baby lingered in her tone which uprooted Jack from his warm spot in the bed, and into Susan's bedroom, where he was greeted by a nursing Susan and a sleepy wife.

Jack was awestruck by the site. The tiny baby was suckling for milk and her sapped mother, laid back in the pale green rocking chair the couple had taken the liberty to make. Mostly Jack. Being the do-it-yourself type of guy, Jack constructed the chair as a present for Alice, like a thank you for carrying the baby. Jack carefully took Susan after she was done with her midnight snack and placed her into the crib.

He then adjusted Alice's top part and carried her into the shared bed they had. "Goodnight my princess," Jack placed a sweet kiss to Alice's cheek. "I love you."

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Daenerys Targaryen x Daughter!Reader

City of Ash - You struggle to look at your mother, Daenerys, after the burning of King's Landing.

Margaery Tyrell x Daughter!Reader

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Hi! Happy new years! I saw you were taking requests for some HoTD characters and I’d like to request something!

Could you please write something with Alicent x fem!reader (they could be in a secret relationship or something) in which reader has always been by her side so she knows Alicent very well. Also the reader is like pretty important so she’s invited in meetings and such. And one time she notices Alicent’s feeling anxious or about to have a panic attack because she’s under too much pressure and she sees her picking at her nails so reader stops her from what she’s doing, even making the others a bit suspicious, and takes her out with her so that she can calm her down, reassure her and give her a hug. I hope this made sense and that it wasn’t too specific or something. Alicent holds such a dear place in my heart and I really felt for her and during the show I just wanted to give her a hug.💕

Also sorry for my english, take your time and have a good day :)

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Request: Could you please write something with Alicent x fem!reader (they could be in a secret relationship or something) in which reader has always been by her side so she knows Alicent very well. Also the reader is like pretty important so she’s invited in meetings and such. And one time she notices Alicent’s feeling anxious or about to have a panic attack because she’s under too much pressure and she sees her picking at her nails so reader stops her from what she’s doing, even making the others a bit suspicious, and takes her out with her so that she can calm her down, reassure her and give her a hug. I hope this made sense and that it wasn’t too specific or something. Alicent holds such a dear place in my heart and I really felt for her and during the show I just wanted to give her a hug. Also sorry for my english, take your time and have a good day :)

Hi! Sorry for the long wait, thank you so much for the request. Don’t worry about your English, it’s very good. Anyways, I have such a soft spot in my heart for Alicent, and there’s a serious lack of fics on here for her. So, I’m very happy to write for her. I’ve got similar coping mechanisms to Alicent for anxiety, I struggle with it, so I hope I did her justice writing this.

To make sense of the story a little better, I made the reader a Stark, I hope that’s alright with you. I wasn’t sure if you wanted older or younger Alicent, so I left it kind of vague. It’s like an in-between spot in the middle of the time skip. Her children are all born at this point, and Otto is sort of pushing her to aim for more power even though she’s already Queen, and it’s the reason for all the stress. So if you’re picturing her younger, the nail picking is a current habit. If you’re picturing her older, it’s a habit she picked back up. I’m done rambling now, I hope you enjoy it!

(Warnings: swearing, mentions of wounds and blood, insecurity, panic attacks and anxiety, otto being an asshole as usual, slight angst, also i didn’t proofread very well so i apologize if there is anything spelled wrong or grammatically incorrect or something, let me know if i missed anything)

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Alicent was better at wearing a mask more so than anyone you knew.

Being raised in the court, she learned to be elegant, proper, poised, and most of all…reserved. She did her duties and accepted her fate that was thrust upon her by her father, a man that annoyed you to no end. You didn’t think it was possible for you to despise a man more than you despised him. Whether Alicent shared this sentiment or not, you could never tell.

She had learned to be quite the actress. She’d slip her mask into place, and nobody would ever know her true feelings. Not if she didn’t want them to.

But you knew.

When Alicent was particularly stressed, upset, or uncomfortable, the skin around her nail beds would reflect that. It was her one tell, one that most people never picked up on. She had been picking at the skin around her nails for as long as you could remember, not stopping till they bled.

You knew how much she hated it.

Her father had instilled it in her that harming herself in such a way was ruining her. Why do you destroy yourself, he’d say. He shamed her for it, rather than attempt to find the root of the problem that caused her to do it in the first place. More often than not, he was the cause himself.

If looks could kill, he’d be six feet in the ground by now. You’d have made sure of it.

Alicent hated how it looked, wishing there was something she could do to better hide it. You constantly had to remind her that it wasn’t her fault, and that everyone had their ways of coping. It was little help in convincing her, when it had already been ingrained in her that it made her ugly.

Beyond that, though, there was something about it she hated even more. It was a physical representation of all her problems. A constant reminder of all the things in her life she wished she had better control over.

When Alicent felt the tension between her and Rhaenyra form, she’d pick at her nails. When she married Viserys, she’d picked. When she was pregnant with Aegon and in the months that followed after his birth, she’d picked. Each birth of the children that followed, she’d picked.

In all your years of knowing her, she’d picked.

It was never an issue to you, at least not in the way Otto thought it was. It made her no different in your eyes. You felt no pity for her, only sympathy. It was a hard habit to break.

When you’d catch her doing it, you’d never scold her for it. You’d distract her, in any way you could. If you couldn’t do it with words, you’d do it with actions.

Gently slipping your hand in hers, tracing your thumb along the back of her hand. Wearing rings so she could fidget with them, absentmindedly twisting them around your fingers while you listened or worked at the task at hand. Anything that would help, you’d do.

You often were with Alicent, sat in sessions of court or pouring wine for the council. You were a lady in waiting to Rhaenyra, just as Alicent was. Where Rhaenyra went, you and Alicent tended to follow. Even when Rhaenyra’s presence was not required at meetings, which was more likely as the years went on, you and Alicent often were required to attend.

Beyond being a lady in waiting, you were the daughter of Lord Rickon Stark. You were sent to King’s Landing early on in your youth. Your Father expected you to learn the ways of being a Lady, as well as the ways of the court.

You spent your years in the city doing both, slowly becoming more important to council meetings as an envoy of the North.

When Alicent became Queen, you became her personal lady in waiting. As Queen, she had to attend council meetings, especially in Viserys’s stead. Which meant you had to attend, as well.

You never enjoyed being stuck in the same room as Otto and a bunch of pompous Lords, more often than not rambling about nothing of value. It was rare they’d have a topic of conversation that was ever of interest to you. Every once in a while, Alicent or Otto would give you leave. You still stayed close, occupying yourself while Alicent was busy.

You spent much of your time with her children, getting close to all of them. They each had little quirks that reminded you of their mother.

No one in court understood why, but each of the Queen’s children genuinely enjoyed your presence, just as you enjoyed theirs. You made time to visit with all of them.

You’d make excuses for Aegon, getting him out of his Valyrian lessons. He’d promise to study with you, if you’d allow him to visit Sunfyre. As long as he wasn’t creating mischief to add to his mother’s stress, you were more than happy to oblige him. As he got older, these visits became less and less frequent. But he still found himself comforted by your presence, occasionally opting to cause trouble (within reason) with you, rather than causing it in Flea Bottom.

You’d accompany Helaena on walks in the gardens, listening to her give you facts about all the little creatures and insects that called the gardens home. She opened up to you in her own way, coming out of her shell when she was around you. As she got older, she grew into a beautiful young woman. It brought a smile to your face to see her still filled with childlike wonder, a luxury most Ladies of the court were not awarded.

Aemond was like a flip of a coin, a toss up every day. He had little intricacies that made him who he was, which fascinated you. He genuinely enjoyed reading, as did you. You’d make him read passages of his books to you, to pass the time. He’d grumble about it and act as if it was the biggest inconvenience you possibly could have asked of him, but he secretly was grateful that someone cared enough to listen. As he got older, he both grew into himself, but also grew reserved. He’d still make the time to read to you, if you wanted him to. And you did still want him to.

When meetings were over, and duties of the day were fulfilled, Alicent came back to you.

You’d spend your own time with her, just the two of you. Occasionally, one or two of the children would join. But more often than not, she’d be too tired to want to do anything or go anywhere, which you didn’t mind. The children would entertain themselves, and you’d attend to Alicent.

You’d sit with her by the fire, reading one of her favorites to her. Or you’d curl up in bed, content to just hold her in your arms.

It was when she was the most at peace.

As the days passed by, you could see her growing more and more stressed. In the evenings, you tried to get her to talk to you. She often chose not to, changing the subject to distract you.

Most of the time, you’d let her.

One evening, Alicent came to her chambers where you were waiting for her. Ser Criston opened the door, letting her in. He gave you a weak smile, and nodded before excusing himself.

You furrowed your brows, walking over to Alicent and laying a hand on her arm.

“I’ll be right back, Your Grace. Your handmaiden brought you tea, it’s on the table in front of the fireplace. Excuse me for a moment.”

Alicent nodded, and you stepped past her and headed out the door, softly closing it behind you. Ser Criston was at the end of the hallway, heading to his post.

“Ser,” you called, making him turn around and walk towards you.

“Yes, My Lady?”

“Did anything happen today? The Queen seems to be a bit frazzled. I was wondering if you saw or heard anything.”

Ser Criston grimaced, shaking his head. “It is not my place to discuss it. I don’t think it was intended to be heard by anyone.”

“Please?” You asked, a bit desperate. “She won’t tell me about it, I know she won’t. I don’t want to upset her further by asking, either. I promise, no one will hear about it from me, you have my word.”

He hesitated, but finally relented. “The Hand was particularly harsh with her today.”

You tried not to let your anger show, nodding. “What did he do?”

“Lord Corlys sent word from Driftmark that Prince Lucerys Velaryon would be his successor. The Lords of the council seemed to be content with it, but Otto was displeased.”

“He wouldn’t voice his displeasure publicly, would he?”

“He didn’t,” Ser Criston said, shaking his head. “He held his tongue till the meeting was over. I went to escort the Queen back to her chambers, but her father asked her to stay behind for a moment. I only heard bits and pieces.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing. “I expect it wasn’t pleasant, then?”

“No, My Lady,” he said, speaking softly. “He scolded her for not questioning Prince Lucerys’s new title. Her influence supposedly could have changed the Lord’s minds, making them question it as well.”

You scoffed. “He practically asked her to publicly question the legitimacy of the children born to the heir to the Iron Throne? Has he gone mad?”

“I fear he may drive our Queen mad. He rambled on about securing her own children’s positions first, before she allowed Princess Rhaenyra to do so. I honestly didn’t hear much else, My Lady. They spoke quietly, and I tried not to listen in.”

You nodded, bowing your head to him. “Thank you, Ser Criston. I appreciate you confiding in me. I won’t bother you any further, good day.”

“Good day, My Lady,” he said, bowing his head as well, turning around and returning to his post.

You let out a deep sigh as soon as he was out of ear shot, letting your shoulders slump.

You decided not to bring up any of the conversation to Alicent, choosing to distract her. Her day had been dreadful enough already.

You quietly reentered Alicent’s chambers, finding her sitting in front of the fireplace with a cup of tea in her hands. You smiled to yourself at the sight of her, gently shutting the door behind you. You walked over, sitting in the chair next to her.

You reached your hand over, palm up, offering it for her to take. She faintly smiled, interlacing her fingers with yours.

You took notice of the newly raw flesh around her nail beds, trying your best not to show any reaction.

“I’m glad you’re back, My Queen. Was your day as painfully long as mine?”

Alicent raised a brow, turning to you. “I’m not sure. What did you do today?”

“I may or may not have snuck Aegon out of his Valyrian lessons again…”

“Y/N,” she playfully scolded. “He’ll never learn, with how often you do that.”

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, darling. We have a deal. I sneak him out, he does his studying with me. He says he prefers my teachings to the Septa’s. Not that I blame him, she’s quite the frightful woman.”

Alicent let out a chuckle, making you smile.

“We sat for two hours today, trying to go over his studying. He’s a smart boy, but I swear, he messes up on purpose just to spite me. Anyway, I made him continue until he did it right. Afterwards, we went to visit Sunfyre.”

“Isn’t that your usual arrangement?”

You grimaced. “Yes, it is. I did not agree, however, to getting on with him.”

Alicent nearly spit her tea out, eyes widening. “You didn’t!”

“Unfortunately, I did…,” you said, trying not to remember the fear of it. “Your son has a way with words, I don’t know how it even happened. One minute, I was on the ground. The next, I was hundreds of feet up in the air. I nearly bursted Aegon’s eardrums with how loud I was screaming.”

“I’m sorry to have missed that,” she laughed, smiling wide.

“I’m sure it was quite the sight. Aegon laughed the whole way back, after he finally let me off. I’ll admit, it was fun, but if I were to do it again, it most certainly wouldn’t be with him.”

“I don’t blame you,” Alicent said, squeezing your hand. “Thank you for keeping him occupied today. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

“Nonsense. I enjoy your children. I’d be quite bored without them, especially when you’re busy. It’s never too much trouble, it’s what I'm here for.”

Alicent nodded, bringing your hand up and pressing a kiss to your palm. “I’ll thank you for it anyway.”

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The next day, the council was called particularly early in the morning. You groaned when you were informed, getting up to make sure Alicent was attended to.

Meetings this early in the day usually meant that not only was your presence required, but that it was required for the entire duration. As if that wasn’t painful enough, meetings like this usually were unbearably long.

When everyone was ready, Ser Criston came to escort Alicent to the meeting. You trailed quietly behind, following them.

Once everyone was seated, you took your place behind Alicent’s chair, standing near Ser Criston.

“Lady Y/N,” Otto said, getting your attention. “You may want to sit down for today’s session. I expect it to be a long one.”

You internally groaned, but politely nodded, taking a seat in the empty chair next to Alicent. The meeting started as soon as all the Lords gathered and sat, placing their stones on the table in front of them.

The first few minutes of the meeting were boring enough that you began drowning the Lords out, only occasionally tuning back in to see if something important was being discussed. It wasn’t.

Just as you began to wonder why you, or Alicent for that matter, were asked to attend today’s meeting, Otto turned to you.

“Lady Y/N, may I enquire about your position amongst the Starks? Your brother…”

“Cregan.” You finished, fighting to not roll your eyes.

“Yes, Cregan,” he nodded. “I hear he has taken over for your father as Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. Are we to assume he will uphold your father’s pledges?”

You raised a brow. “Have you ever known a Stark who has forgotten their oaths?”

Otto grinned, shaking his head. “And what of your oaths, My Lady? Your brother leads the North, but you are an envoy of the North as well. Where do your loyalties lie?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, clenching your first under the table. You took a breath, calming yourself.

“With my Queen.”

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Alicent faintly smile. And although she was smiling, she looked distressed. It made you angry.

“My Queen, my House, the Crown, and the well-being of the realm. I’m here on my Father’s wishes, and now my brothers. I’m here to attend to my Queen, and do what is asked of me. That is my position.”

Lord Beesbury raised his hand. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but what does this have to do with matter at hand, Lord Hightower? Lady Stark isn’t here to be interrogated.”

“That is not my intention, My Lord,” Otto said, raising his hands as if he was surrendering. “As you are all well aware, Lucerys Velaryon was named heir to Driftmark, and the Driftwood Throne. It seems Princess Rhaenyra and her children have solidified high positions for themselves. I merely want to know what Lady Y/N thinks of that.”

“Princess Rhaenyra is heir to the Iron Throne. It is only fair that she sees to it that her children’s futures are also secure. I have no qualms with Prince Lucerys’s title he will eventually inherit.”

Otto nodded, turning to Alicent. “And you, Your Grace? Do you approve as well?”

Alicent nodded, but seemed to shrink under her father’s stare. “It is Lucerys’s right by law to inherit it.”

You glanced down at your lap to see Alicent’s hand in hers, absentmindedly picking at the skin around her thumb. You slowly snuck your hand into hers, giving it a squeeze. She let out a small sigh of relief, beginning to twist one of your rings around your finger. You turned your attention back to the council.

“What are the King’s children to inherit, then?” Otto asked, glancing over at you.

“Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena have been promised to each other. As the King’s firstborn son, he’s quite taken care of, and by extension Helaena is. I presume Aemond will marry a Lady for advantage, when the time comes. He’ll inherit what’s hers.”

The Lords nodded, although some shook their heads in disappointment. They never spoke their disapproval, but you knew they disagreed with the current line of succession, as did Otto.

“I think it is the responsibility of this council to ensure all the King’s children are well accounted for,” Otto said, glancing around the table.

You nodded. “I’m sure our Queen would agree, seeing as they are her children as well. The realm swore fealty to the King and his heir. Any Lord would be happy to join families with House Targaryen.”

You looked out of the corner of your eye to see Alicent with her own eyes glazed over, taking short breaths. You squeezed her hand, trying to calm her. Otto distracted you before you could help.

“I’m curious, My Lady. Did your father secure a match for you? I’m sure marrying the daughter of the family who holds the North is quite an advantageous feat.”

“No, My Lord,” you shook your head, trying not to scoff at his boldness. “I expect that was between my Father and brother to discuss, when the time came. Although, I’d bet they’d favor a Northern Lord, one I’m already familiar with. We tend to stick together up there.”

“I see,” Otto said.

Before you could answer, Alicent gripped your hand tightly. You turned to see her, and felt a pit start to grow in your stomach.

She was beginning to pale, taking quick and short breaths. Her eyes were beginning to well up with tears, and she had gone rigid in her seat. She clung to your hand, and you could feel her begin to shake under your touch.

She was shutting down. She was panicking, and badly.

The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. “I’m so sorry, My Lords. Your Grace, I forgot to inform you that we have a prior engagement. The Septa asked that we join her and Prince Aegon for his lessons today, and I promised we would attend. She said it was rather important.”

You stood from your seat, moving to help Alicent out of hers.

“But–,” Otto started, raising a hand to stop you.

“I’m sure this is a matter you can come to the right conclusion for without our presence,” you said, interrupting him. “But I do sincerely apologize, if you’ll please excuse us.”

Alicent stood shakily, and you quickly hooked your arm under hers, letting her subtly lean against you.

“Lady Y/N, you cannot–”

“Let them go, My Lord. Our Queen has more pressing matters to attend to. We will fill them in later, should it be deemed necessary,” Lord Beesbury said, giving you a polite smile and a nod.

“Thank you, My Lord,” you smiled back, beginning to walk Alicent to the door that Ser Criston held open for you both. “Good day, My Lords.”

You led Alicent out the door, keeping quiet till Ser Criston closed the door behind you. Once you both were out of earshot, you wrapped one arm around her waist, letting her cling to your hand with the other. You clutched her tight, walking as fast as you could. She blindly followed.

“Your chambers are just around the corner, darling. We’re almost there.”

As soon as you reached her chamber door, you opened it for her and ushered her in. You quietly closed it behind her as she stepped into the center of the room, taking quick short breaths.

“Alicent, you have to breathe,” you said, laying a hand on her shoulder.

As soon as she felt your touch, her eyes snapped to yours and her face crumbled. She immediately threw her arms around your neck, clinging to you and pressing her body close to yours. You could hear her futile gasps for breath, and feel the tears land on your shoulder as she tucked her head into your neck. Your heart ached, and you cradled her into you, running your free hand through her hair.

“Walk with me, love,” you said, gently easing her back until she felt her legs hit the end of her bed. You gently guided her down to sit on the bed, moving to kneel in front of her. You took her hands in yours.

“Look at me,” you said, directing her focus to you. “Eyes on me, nowhere else. I know you’re scared, but you have to trust me. Copy me, alright? In…and out. In…and out.”

She took deep and shaky breaths with you, trying to slow them down. You nodded encouragingly, muttering for her to keep going. Slowly, she began to calm, her shoulders relaxing.

“Good job, darling.”

Suddenly embarrassed, Alicent’s cheeks began to flush with a rosy tint. Her eyes welled with tears, and she let out a cry of frustration. She would no longer meet your gaze, tears rolling down her cheeks and onto her lap.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered.

Your eyes widened and you quickly shook your head, cupping her face gently in your hands. “Don’t apologize, my sweet girl. There’s nothing to be sorry for, you did nothing wrong.”

She shook her head, balling her hands into tight fists. “That was humiliating! I did that in front of the whole council…in front of my Father.”

“Fuck your father,” you spoke firmly, cradling her face. “He had no right to say any of that. He embarrassed himself, not you.”

“He was so rude to you–”

“He’s always rude to me,” you laughed, trying to make her smile. “He sees me as a threat. I come between you and him, and he loathes me for it. But I can handle myself, can’t I?”

Alicent slowly nodded, and you gave her a smile, swiping the tears off her cheeks with your thumbs. She let out a deep sigh, resting her hands over yours as you cupped her cheeks, leaning into your touch.

“I know well enough that you can take care of yourself, Y/N. That doesn’t mean you should have to. I should be the one defending you.”

You grinned, shrugging your shoulders. “My Father is Rickon Stark. My brother is Cregan Stark. I promise you, My Queen, I have learned how to stand up for myself. It was that, or never being able to get a word in, back home. I’ve become quite good at it. And I rather enjoy it, especially when it comes to aggravating your father.”

Alicent let out a soft chuckle, warming your heart.

“You didn’t become Queen of the Seven Kingdoms by being easily swayed, Alicent. I have no doubt in my mind that you could stand up to your father, or any other Lord for that matter, if it came down to it. I just happen to like doing it for you.”

You stood to your feet, offering her your hands to pull her to hers. She accepted, standing up as well. You gently turned her hands over in yours, assessing the damage she had done. She tried to pull her hands from your grip, but you refused.

You pressed a kiss to the back of each of her hands, before lowering them to settle in between you both.

“You do not have to hide any part of yourself from me. There is nothing to be ashamed of, Alicent. Are you hearing me?”

She reluctantly nodded, squeezing your hands in reply. You nodded back, running your thumbs along the backside of her hands. She let a faint grin peak through, lightly chuckling to herself.

You quirked a brow at her newfound joy. “What is it?”

“Attending Aegon’s lesson with the Septa. Did you really expect them to believe that?”

“Actually,” you scoffed, laughing as well. “Yes, yes I did, because it’s partially true. She did request our presence, albeit, not today. She told me to inform you that she would like to speak with you during one of his lessons at your own convenience. Personally, I expect it to be regarding the amount of times I’ve snuck Aegon from his lessons in the past month.”

Alicent grinned, laughing harder. “Oh, Gods. I told you not to let that become a habit. Come on, then. Aegon should still be in his lessons. Lets hope you don’t get reprimanded too harshly.”

She headed for the door, and you groaned, your shoulders slumping.

“Oh, come on,” you whined, calling after her. “There’s a reason I sneak him out of there. I bet he’s wondering right now as to why I left him there to suffer so long. She’s a particularly insufferable woman, you know that, and he learns the language better with me anyway.”

“Tell that to the Septa!” She called over her shoulder, already headed down the hall.

You sighed loudly, trudging after her while trying to brace yourself for the imminent scolding you were about to get. If you knew it wouldn’t put a smile on Alicent’s face to see it happen, you wouldn’t go. But she was now in a substantially better mood, and you would’ve done just about anything to keep her happy.

Even if that meant facing the wrath of a pissed off Septa, who scared you more than any man or Lord like Otto Hightower ever could.

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A/N - Hi! I got a little carried away with this one. Hopefully, it was what you were looking for. I hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think!

#hotd #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagines #alicent hightower #alicent hightower x reader #alicent hightower imagine #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #house of the dragon imagine #stark!reader #stark!daughter #house stark

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floatyflowers · 1 year

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Dark Platonic Mothers! HOTD/GOT (Cersei, Alicent, Sansa, and Rhaenyra) x Reader

Cersei Lannister

"You never love anything in the world the way you love your first child"

You are Cersei's first and only trueborn child with Robert.

Even though, your mother hates your father, doesn't mean you are hated, it is quiet the opposite.

Cersei would sacrifice everything to ensure that you stay by her side.

She would fight off any possible arranged marriages that Robert might have in mind for you.

Marrying you to Robb Stark? Cersei will make sure that Robert has horrible nights, until he removes this idea from his mind.

Joffrey doesn't dare to harm you in any way, because he knows what his mother would do to him if he touches a hair on your head.

After your younger siblings' deaths, Cersei becomes filled with paranoia that she might outlive you too.

She will make sure that you are kept safe even if it means stripping you away from your freedom.

Alicent Hightower

You are her favorite child without a doubt.

Maybe it is because you are not as drunk and perverted as Aegon or as vengeful and dangerous as Aemond or as dreamy and strange as Helaena.

Of course, there is also Daeron but he is in Oldtown, so he is not around as much for Alicent to favor him.

As a baby, you never caused tantrums when she came to spend time with you.

You consider her your friend, and tell her all your secrets.

Even that secret where you had a crush on a stable boy.

Strange how the boy disappeared the next day with a trance.

When Otto suggested the idea of marrying you off to Tyland Lannister, Alicent turned the idea down.

She would never give up your happiness, she would kill for your sake.

Sansa Stark

You are hers and Ramsay's daughter.

But you were given her last name, as Sansa didn't want you to be connected to the Boltons.

She thought she would hate you, but when she held you in her arms for the first time, she couldn't help but love you.

Like a little pup, you started following your mother around ever since you learned how to walk.

Sansa prefers it that way, you and her spending time together.

You filled the hole in her heart after her mother's death, she wants to have the same mother-daughter relationship with you as she had with her mother.

Everything was going on well, until Arya decided to visit Winterfall.

The moment your Aunt started speaking about her travels is the moment you realize you want to explore the outside world.

Sansa made sure that her younger sister is not welcome to speak to you again, especially after she accused her of locking you away like some bird.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Your mother turned into a completely different person after the death of your younger brother, Luke.

She announced the annulment of your marriage to Aemond, even though it was already consummated.

She has forbidden you from returning to King's Landing to get your daughter, claiming it was too dangerous for you, and that your daughter is better off with her father.

Rhaenyra can't bear to lose you just like how she lost Luke or Visenya.

When you try to escape, you are caught and your dragon is taken away from you, given sleeping herbs to put the beast to sleep.

When you called her a hypocrite for wanting to protect you as a mother, but at the same time, forbidding you from seeing your own daughter.

Rhaenyra would only hug you tightly and forcibly by grabbing into your head.

"You have to sacrifice for me, just like I sacrificed for you and your siblings"

This is when you realize that your mother truly deserves to be compared to Maegor the Cruel.

#tw: toxic relationships #yandere house of the dragon #platonic yandere #daughter reader #alicent x reader #rhaenyra x reader #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #sansa stark #cersei lannister

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Hi! alright? could you do a fanfic where the reader (or y/n) is Emmett and Rosalie's adopted daughter and they just LOVE the fact that she's a redhead? they love her freckles all over her cheeks and fiery red hair, not only them, but the entire Cullen family, they love it!! And maybe one imagines where someone at school admires her for her fiery hair and vampires don't like it! Idk ❤️.

Forever now(Emmett Cullen and Rosalie Hale)

Paring: Daughter!Reader X Emmett Cullen x Rosalie Hale.

Summary: normally when a child in need crosses the path of the Cullens carlisle is always willing to find a spot in his family for them but when a small red-head crosses their path its Rosalie's turn to start the family she's always wanted.

A/n: I love this request so much. I love purness in it and I'm excited to write my first Twilight request.

A/n #2: request are currently closed so I can work on my Emmett Cullen series.

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The little girl with firey hair story starts a little while back. The little girl was no less than two when she we welcomed into the Cullen family. The little girl's mother had died while giving birth to her and her father was unfit to take care of her.

The soul residents of small town in Alaska became concerned for the red-head child which led her in the hands of the chief of police. This was Beyond the cop's knowledge, so of course he called Carlisle Cullen who was head of the hospital he worked at the time. He had brought the small red-head girl to the hospital and Carlisle was in aw as the small girl stared at him with big doe eyes, almost too shy for her own good.

Carlisle knelt down to her hight and offered his hand. He smiled softly as the little girl approached him carefully. She was clueless to the situation but she knew she could trust the blonde doctor with gold eyes.

Alice had a vision of the red-head girl with freckles but the version she saw, Carlisle and Esme adopted her. Alice's visions had never been so wrong...

Not even the 300 year old vampire could explain what happened that day. As the little girl wondered around the bright house she curiously walked up to Emmett. He was setting in the living room playing video games when the small girl poked his knee a mumbled a small word...

“giant”

It was the first time they heard her talk and they were not disappointed. Emmett chuckled at the smell girl as she hugged on his giant leg. She didn't shy away from him. She did the same with Rosalie.

The family have never seen her this happy. She had gotten home from late from a shopping trip that same night and she was in love as soon as she saw the little girl's fuzzy red hair and beautiful freckles setting on Emmett's lap.

“who's this?” she smiled. The little girl waved at Rosalie and had a big cheesey smile. Rose loved every part of the little girl. In her eyes she's was perfect, from her red hair to her freckles.

The little girl stayed for about a week before the family made the decision of what would the future would be. As that week passed Rosalie grew more and More attached. She would always make sure she ate well and would do her hair everyday. Just like a mother would.

As for Emmett he was slightly afraid to be around the small human. With his bone crushing strength and everything else that came with being a vampire he would never forgive himself if he hurt her.

Of course that didn't stop the little girl. She would giggle and follow him around where ever he went. If he was working on his jeep she would laugh and crawl under it with him. If he was playing video games she would crawl into his lap begging him to read her a story.

All that two year old understood was, this was her home and the people around her was family. She was so young her brain told her Emmett and Rosalie was Mommy and Daddy. Which led Rosalie to life aultering decision after that one single word that fell out of Little red's mouth.

'mama'

Edward nor Jasper could even put into words how happy she was. When she heard that she was glowing with happiness as she held the little girl.

“mama loves you darling” she mumbled. After that the family knew she had a home there and they also knew Rosalie would fight tooth and nail for that little girl.

That night Rosalie layed on the couch as the little girl slept soundly in her arms. Emmett quietly joined her with a huge grien. “okay” he simply replied.

“okay?” she chuckled not really catching on.

“she's ours Rose” his smile only got bigger as he watched his mate hold the little girl with nothing but pure happiness.

“your mommy and daddy love you so much little y/n” Rosalie said kissing her sleeping head.

And that's how the little girl with red hair and freckles became y/n Hale-Cullen. The little girl brought so much joy into the family and each family member ment so much too her.

Emmett and Rosalie of course were #1 in her eyes but as she made herself comfortable in the family she also made meaningful relationships.

She was a listener and an observer so she quickly caught on that carlisle and Esme were her parents 'parents'. She would often call carlisle, Car or pops. When she was little she couldn't properly say his name which lead to Car and pops. Carlisle became close with the small child as well, he loved her personality and loved it when she'd ask about being a doctor. Then Esme. Y/n grew close with Esme immediately, if she wasn't with rose then she was with Esme.

Her Aunts and Uncles were the same. She'd never say it out loud but Jasper was her favorite uncle. Jasper would say y/n was the only thing pure in his life, but that was true for all of them.

Then there's the who vampire thing. Y/n wasn't stupid and of course she wanted to know why mom and dad never ate gold fish crackers like she did and she wanted to know why when ever she had a bad dreams mom and dad weren't in bed asleep when she ran in for comfort.

She was about six years old when she found out. She knew she had to keep it a secret and she was very good at it. This also led to Rosalie's fear of her becoming a vampire. Of course she wanted her daughter to be around Forever, but her heart broke eveytime she thought about the opportunities that would be tooken away from her. Which is why she's now 16 and looked the same age as her uncle Edward.

Y/n would never say it out loud but she was sick of it. She wanted to be like her family and it was hard for her grow up while everyone else in her family remained the same ages. She wanted her mom's gold eyes and her father's strength... She just wanted to feel normal in what she felt was a normal family but here she was, now 16 going to High school with her parents and her Aunts and Uncles.

Just livin' the dream...

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So far Forks was y/n favorite palce to live. She's been just about everywhere, that came with being a Cullen. But something about this town was special to her. But the down fall was all the curious eyes. She didn't like the attention her family received. She hated how people would watch them... She hated how people watched her and that made her have second thoughts about the thing everyone loved about her.

She's was going through a 'phase' at least Emmett and Rosalie hoped it was. Her phase was she didn't like how her hair looked, no matter how many times Rosalie or Esme would tell her how beautiful she was. But no matter what she did with it everyone still seemed to be in aw about it.

Especially the boys at Forks High...

As I said before she hated how people watched her. Her beautiful hair is the reason why people watched her. She started to resent it no matter how many different ways Rosalie or Alice styled it or how many times Carlisle would say how beautiful it was. She just hated the attention. She hated the attention the high school boys gave her.

“Hey, y/n” Mike Newton said one day as she was leaving her English class.

Y/n wasn't a socializing type, hell she was shy. She would just mumbled a small hello with a smile. Mike continued to walk with her and eye her up and down.

“your hair is pretty today” Mike smiled. It was a nice thing to say, yes but as he said it y/n passed her uncle Jasper.

“Hey I was wondering if-”

Jasper slammed his locker shut in anger as he felt impure feelings the teen felt for his niece. In Mike's defense he truly liked her but he would never be her type. Jasper took on the role of the big brother he played at school and walked up to the two.

“hi y/n” he said glaring at Mike. Y/n rolled her eyes as milk gulped.

Jasper continued to walk down the hallway with the two as he intimidated Mike. Y/n sighed and looked down in embarrassment but at the same time thankfull it wasn't her father. Emmett would have made it ten times worse.

“Hey Mike, weren't you gonna say something?” y/n asked softly as they walked to their next class with Jasper.

He shrugged. “I honestly don't remember” he said staying silent in fear of what Jasper would do. They then walked passed Alice and Rosalie in the hallway he recoiled even further as he felt Rosalie's percing eyes. Rose didn't say anything though, she knew her daughter was safe with Jasper. She also knew Emmett would have a cow if he found out.

Despite the angry eyes of the Cullen family, Mike couldn't stop looking at her beautiful red hair. He loved the way the curls perfectly framed her face and bounced as she moved gracefully. But you just don't look at y/n Cullen like that. No matter if you have good intentions or not.

So Mike failed and so did a handful of others at school. Jasper of course kept it a secret like y/n asked but his mind would wonder and if it wondered to that one faithful day Edward would find out. And Edward refused to lie to Emmett or Rosalie when it came y/n.

This would lead to Emmett putting the fear of God in Mike dispite his daughter's pleas. Yes she found him annoying but the kindness Esme and Carlisle had tougher made her fear for Mike.

Tyler was the only one who was close to even getting a date with her. She actually liked him at one point but then he moved away. But after that y/n stopped showing interest in the boys of her school. She stopped even if they still loved her and her red hair.

Those human boys never mattered to her. There was no possible future due to her life style and family. They especially stopped mattering after she found her mate Benjamin...

The first thing Benjamin noticed about her was her freckled covered cheeks as she smile. He couldn't help but smile with her. He was in love with her firey red hair and couldn't stop staring at how it perfectly layed on her shoulders or how it reminded him of the sunsets at his home.

All the things she grew tired of because of the boys at Forks High, she grew to love because of Benjamin's genuine compliments and love he had for the things that made her stand out.

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