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to be loved means to be consumed.
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house of the dragon (2022–) | succession (2018–2023)
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RHAENYRA TARGARYEN & ALICENT HIGHTOWER House of the Dragon, Season 2 Trailer
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On his death bed, he knew the realm would never accept a queen. Rhaenyra's supporters will believe what they wish, but Viserys wanted Aegon to succeed him. || My father chose me, his firstborn child, to succeed him. He held to his decision until death. And yet, Alicent's son sits my throne.
OLIVIA COOKE as ALICENT HIGHTOWER & EMMA D'ARCY as RHAENYRA TARGARYEN
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON, SEASON 1 || SEASON 2
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House of the Dragon | Season 2 (16th June 2024)
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-lisa frankenstein (2024) written by diablo cody
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—SKELETON SONG, ASHE VERNON @lgbtqcreators creator challenge: typography, blue, colour, free choice
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Missing Scene From the House of the Dragon
"The Black Queen" — Season 1 Episode 10
Rhaenyra doubts her role as heir to the throne while Daemon tries to encourage her to call her banners.
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Draft Date: Jun 20, 2022 — Buff Pages
Teleplay by Sara Hess
Announcement & FAQ
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barbiedragon · 3 days
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Better Dig Two
HOTD: Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem!reader x Alicent Hightower
Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)
WC: 3.2k 
Warnings: Dub-Con/borderline Non-Con, kidnapping, bondage (Alicent in chains), voyeurism, exhibitionism, fingering, oral, pussy slapping, coercion/manipulation, Dark!Rhaenyra, minor pet play, power imbalance (please mind the warnings before reading)
For an anon request who asked for Alicent x reader x Rhaenyra where both want reader: tension, jealousy, anything you want
The Dance wages on and you are used as a pawn by Rhaenyra to bring Alicent to heel
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Hatred. Tis a funny thing. One can be so consumed by it that it will no doubt destroy everything in its path. It burns hotter than dragonfire. Can cut deeper than any fine sword. Leaving festering seeds behind, only to bloom again in a twisted rose. Repeating the cycle until there is nothing left.
You had served alongside Princess Rhaenyra as one of her handmaids, growing close to her and Lady Alicent. The three of you were thick as thieves until fate tore it asunder. Alicent married King Viserys, and you were instructed to serve her at Otto Hightower's insistence. You would never forget the bitter tears rolling down Rhaenyra’s cheeks, her purple eyes boring into yours.
“It will never cease…they will take everything from me.” The way her voice cracked made your heart do the same.
You dismissed her comment as childish anger, for which you did not blame her. She had lost her mother, her brother, and her most trusted companion. Her uncle had long been exiled, occupying her seat at Dragonstone, and now you had been pulled away from her. You assured her how much you cared for her and wished this wasn’t so. Yet she said nothing as you departed her chambers, staring angrily at a stone wall as she clenched her fists. At the time, you did not know it was the beginning of the end. The first seed planted deep in the soil.
The first buds blossomed with the birth of Aegon. You knew Rhaenyra had always longed for siblings, yet this was not the way she desired. A half-brother birthed by her former friend. A constant reminder of Alicent’s union with her father. You knew she did not hate the boy, but you could not blame her for jealousy. You watched as she was pushed into the background, fading away along with the tapestries as the new heir rejoiced.
“No one is here for me.” Her tiny voice trembling.
How you longed to pull her into your arms to comfort her, wipe away her tears, and tell her, I am here for you; I will always be here for you. You wished to tell her how Alicent cried herself to sleep most nights with her head in your lap as you assuaged her fears and did your best to guide her. What did you know? You were as green as them, forced to be caretaker so Alicent did not crumble, while Rhaenyra came apart at the seams as you were forced to watch. Young ladies still embedded in childhood, forced to become women before their time.
The vines grew as the year passed, and the division became more prominent with the birth of Rhaenyra’s children. You clung to the small hope as Rhaenyra extended an olive branch, allowing you to hold Jacaerys in your arms. Motherhood seemed to suit her. He was a precious babe with dark curls and a button nose. You loved him as dearly as Alicent’s children. For a time, the riff seemed mended between you and Rhaenyra, spending your days helping to mind her and Alicent’s children. All held special places in your heart.
“She is brazen, parading them about the castle as if she’s done nothing wrong,” Alicent hissed, pressing her thumb to her lips.
“Hush,” you admonished, stepping over to take hold of her hands.
“But it is the truth! We all know it yet dare not speak it.” Her dark eyes watered with unshed tears.
“You have no such proof. Do not be foolish, Your Grace. These words are best left in secret; these accusations would unravel and cause unrest in the realm,” you sighed, kissing her lips softly. A deep love had bloomed, and you spent most evenings warming her bed instead of the King as his health faded.
“What would I do without you by my side?” Alicent sighed softly, her wet lashes fluttering, “I shall be more mindful of my tongue.”
You had little idea then that your words would serve as a potent of events to come.
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“I hear you are departing to Dragonstone, princess,” you murmured as you stepped into Rhaenyra’s sparse chambers, most items to be whisked away to her ancestral seat.
“Long overdue. My welcome here is worn out,” she said, offering you a sad smile.
“I suppose nothing I can say will convince you to stay?”
“Hmm, and I suppose nothing I can say will convince you to come with me? I would love to have you alongside me again.” She stepped forward, gently placing her hand over yours. Your eyes met, and you felt your heart skip a beat. Part of you was tempted to say yes and run away with her.
“I would love to visit you from time to time. Alicent needs me.”
“I needed you…” The betrayal bloomed across Rhaenyra’s face. She pulled away and clasped her hands tightly, slowly twisting the ring around her middle finger. “I was foolish to ever believe you cared for me. It is clear to see your loyalties lie with her.”
“Rhaenyra, that is the furthest thing from the truth. I have always cared about you both very deeply. None of us chose the lives we were dealt.” 
“I am offering you a choice now…to come with me.”
You faltered for a moment. “I…cannot.”
Her mouth set into a thin line. “You are welcome to visit at Dragonstone. I must finish seeing to preparations,” she said in a clipped tone, spinning around and leaving you to stand alone in the room, feeling sorrowful. You had inadvertently chosen a side, though the truth was you belonged to neither. You did not wish for things to be this way.
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The vines twisted and ensnared as the Dance waged, entangling all in the process. The Gods do not discriminate; the Stranger will come for all in the end –for some, sooner than others. You wept when the twins lost Laena, when Aemond lost his eye, when Lucerys was slain, and the twisted babe torn from Rhaenyra’s womb too soon. The night Otto Hightower was replaced as the Hand, you found yourself on your knees in prayer in the Sept. Your screams echoed through the vacant room as you were dragged away. A hard slap to the face quieted you, making the world drown in black—the hatred now in full bloom, vines twisting around everyone in its path.
When you woke, your eyes adjusted to the bright flicker of candles as you pressed a hand to your pounding forehead. You squinted at the sound of boots clicking against the floor, lifting your gaze to find yourself staring up at Rhaneyra. She reached a hand down, gently cupping your cheek.
“It has been far too long,” she whispered, “Forgive me, but I mean to end this war.”
Broken words tumbled from your dry mouth as her thumb stroked the soft skin of your cheek.
“You mean to use me as a pawn?” you whispered, finding the words to say.
“She will come for you. You are not one she will allow to be slaughtered. I know how you have warmed her bed during these nights,” Rhaenyra stated.
You felt the blood drain from your body. “I do not…”
“Hush, Daemon had spies all over the Red Keep. Secrets are not kept for long. I expect her arrival within a sennight, if not sooner. You will be treated well during your stay here.”
“You mean during my imprisonment?” you sneered.
“This is hardly as such. Be thankful you are kept in a room afforded fine food and clothing. You could easily be stripped naked and thrown into the bowels of the castle. I will overlook your disrespect for now, but remember I am the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and will be addressed properly.” She patted your cheek before departing, leaving you with salty tears streaming down your face.
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Alicent arrived at Dragonstone three days later with Ser Arryk by her side, ignoring the pleas and instructions of her children and Ser Criston. You seemed of great importance to her, and she did not want your blood on her hands. So many lives had been claimed already; she did not want you added to the count. Ser Erryk exchanged a look with his twin before escorting Alicent to Rhaenyra’s chambers, where you waited by her side.
“Oh, thank the Seven; you are alive and well,” Alicent breathed, clutching her chest when she saw you.
“Thank you, Ser Erryk. Please return to your post outside my doors,” Rhaenyra instructed him, giving a slight nod of her head. She circled Alicent, regarding her as prey, with the golden crown perched on top of her silver head.
“You did not state terms in your letter, Rhaenyra, except that I was to come alone. State them now,” Alicent instructed.
Rhaenyra snatched hold of Alicent’s chin, her fingers digging into the dowager queen’s delicate flesh.
“I am your queen. Address me as such.”
“Yet my son sits the throne.”
Rhaenrya shoved Alicent back, fire blazing in her amethyst eyes. You swallowed, wringing your hands, recognizing she had hardened during the Dance. She turned away from Alicent, facing you, before grabbing your hand and pressing a dagger into your palm.
“Undress her,” she commanded, voice like steel.
“Rhaenyra…” Your voice trembled.
“Do as your queen commands.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
You silently mouthed an apology to Alicent before using your fingers and the blade to remove her clothing until she stood as bare as her name day before you and Rhaenyra. Heat bloomed across her cheeks, turning them pink. She attempted to use her arms for coverage, to protect some of her modesty. You averted your gaze, glancing down at your feet.
“No need to be shy. I am sure she has often seen you in such a state.”
“Your sharp tongue cuts deep, step-daughter,” Alicent drolled.
“You have never been a mother to me, nor I a daughter to you. Let us not pretend.” Rhaenyra spun on her heel, walking over to a large, ornate chest at the foot of the bed.
“We were once friends, all of us, at one point. Surely, you remember that,” Alicent said, shivering even though the fire blazed in the hearth.
“I have not forgotten, nor have I forgotten, what you have taken from me over the years. My father, my friend, and now my throne. If you truly cared for me, you would not have stolen my birthright.”
“Your father told me he wished for Aegon to sit on the throne before his death,” Alicent pleaded. 
“How convenient that no one else was there to witness it.” She bent, reaching deep into the chest to retrieve what she wanted. You gasped when you saw the manacles in her hands.
“I swear to you….”
“Silence! I do not wish to hear any more of your lies or pleas,” Rhaenyra snapped before narrowing her eyes at you, “Chain the traitor.”
“Your Grace…” you stammered.
“She is not your queen,” Alicent argued.
“She is. She is my queen and should sit on the throne, which Viserys had wanted. Oaths were sworn. I have kept quiet all these years when I should not. But I will not assist in helping you murder Alicent, Rhaenyra,” you stated.
A smile curved over her ruby lips. “I have no intention of murdering her or even laying a finger on her. I only wish for her to suffer humiliation. The way she made me suffer all those years.”
The chains were heavy in your hand as you shuffled forward, snapping the shackles in place around Alicent’s neck, wrists, and ankles. You ghosted your fingers over her bare body in the hopes of providing a comforting touch. Rhaenyra moved behind you, sliding her hands over your hips and making you jump slightly. Her lips brushed over the curve of your neck.
“You will watch as I take something from you, the one we both loved,” she purred against your warm skin, though her eyes were locked on Alicent.
You shivered, watching Alicent’s brown eyes widen as Rhaenyra began to unlace your gown. Soon, you stood as naked as Alicent with Rhaenyra’s hands roamed your body, squeezing your breasts and stroking your soft stomach.
“Tell me you want this, sweetling,” she cooed.
“I want this, I want you,” you whispered, unsure if you were telling the truth or a lie. Her fingers pinched your pebbled nipples as Alicent was forced to watch. One of Rhaenyra’s fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your face to claim you in a hungry kiss. You found yourself melting against her. She guided you toward the bed, instructing you to undress her. You tangled between the sheets with her, squeezing handfuls of warm flesh, very aware Alicent could see the whole scene transpire. Guilt gnawed deep in your stomach, mixing with the arousal pooling through you.
It felt rather exciting and bawdy to have Alicent watching you with Rhaenyra. The Targaryen woman braced you between her parted thighs, her hardened nipples brushing over your smooth back as one of her hands traced down your belly. Her fingers toyed with your wetness; the slickness spread over her while her foot nudged your legs to open further. You whined with slight humiliation as your engorged, damp cunt came into full view for Alicent to see. Rhaenyra’s fingers continued to stroke and tease you before sinking inside. A wet squelch filled the room.
Through your hazy vision, you could see the tears splattered across Alicent’s cheeks while Rhaenyra pleasured you. Her teeth nippled at your soft skin as her fingers curled, hitting a sensitive spot inside you that made your thighs tremble.
“Your Grace,” you moaned.
“Do you enjoy your queen’s fingers buried in your pretty little cunny? Tell me, does Alicent make you feel this good?”
You bucked against Rhaenyra’s hand. “Y….yes.”
She stilled her movements, slipping her fingers from the warm confines of your cunt before delivering a sharp slap to your tender, heated flesh. Almost as if she was displeased with your answer. You yelped softly.
“Tell me, Alicent, do you wish this were you?” Rhaenyra taunted.
Alicent remained silent, a stoic look on her face. Rhaenyra slapped your cunt again.
“I demand you answer your queen.”
Alicent gritted her teeth, anger flashing in her molten eyes as she refused to answer.
“For once in your life, tell the truth. Let it set you free.” Rhaenyra’s voice was sweet as honey as her palm blazed across your dripping cunt.
“Yes, I wish it was me!” Alicent choked out. Rhaenyra’s fingers gently stroked your abused flesh before finding your swollen pearl.
“And which position do you wish to be in?”
Alicent’s lower lip wobbled before she answered. “Hers.”
You mewled with pleasure as Rhaenyra stroked your pearl with precise tenderness. A few more gentle rubs and you spilled your release over her ringed fingers while the blessed peak trembled through your body.
“Does it feel good to admit it out loud?” Rhaenyra cooed, pressing her coated fingers to her mouth to suckle clean.
“I suppose,” Alicent whispered.
“Bend the knee, remove Aegon from the throne, and you shall have me. You shall have us.”
“I wish it was simple…”
“Bring your mistress to me,” Rhaenyra whispered in your ear.
You stood on trembling legs, limbs stiff and rigid, hard to move as you took hold of Alicent’s chains, dragging her over to Rhaenyra. Alicent slowly shuffled forward, weighed down by the restraints.
“I do not need it to be simple; I need your assistance. Will you give it to me?”
“Y…yes, Your Grace,” Alicent murmured – a broken and bound woman.
“Then bend the knee.”
Slowly, Alicent sunk to her knees in front of Rhaenyra, defeat heavy on her rounded shoulders. Rhaenyra’s hand tangled in Alicent’s thick, auburn curls, drawing her closer before rubbing her cunt against Alicent’s mouth. From your spot behind Alicent, you watched her pink tongue dart out to savor Rhaenyra’s taste, sliding between the queen’s slick folds.
“There we are, such a good girl.”
The chains prevented Alicent from touching Rhaenyra as the queen used her for pleasure. Alicent’s chin and mouth were shiny with Rhaenyra’s release by the time they were finished, Alicent’s arousal pooled onto the marbles beneath her.
“I am so delighted we could come to a consensus.” She patted Alicent’s cheek fondly as an almost cruel smile overtook her face.
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You shivered in anticipation and knelt beside Alicent while waiting for Rhaenyra to enter the room, furs soft beneath your knees. Each of you donned a shimmering choker of onyx and rubies, complementing the naked skin shimmering in the firelight. The doors parted, and Rhaenyra stepped through, shoulders firmly set and head held high. She wore the crown well. A warm smile crossed her face while she caressed your and Alicent’s cheeks.
“My beautiful pets. I have had such a long, exhausting day,” she sighed.
“Allow us to tend to you, Your Grace,” Alicent purred, nuzzling into Rhaenyra’s palm.
“Sounds most wonderful.” You nibbled softly at her fingertips.
You and Alicent cocooned Rhaenyra’s naked body, leaving kisses and soft grazes as you worshipped her. Expert hands maneuvering and massaging her flesh to help the stress melt away. Your mouth wrapped around her rosy nipples as Alicent’s tongue dipped into Rhaenyra’s cunt. Listening to her sweet, raspy moans was lovely as she fell apart under your skilled hands. How dutiful you and Alicent were to her, serving your mistress and queen exceptionally well.
Once she had reached three peaks, her juices coating you and Alicent, she pulled each close by the glimmering collars. Her mouth sealed over yours first, tasting herself on your tongue, then did the same with Alicent. You curved against one side, Alicent on the other, with soft fur draped across the three of you. Rhaenyra’s fingers twirled one of Alicent’s curls around her finger as her hand stroked your lower back before curving around the soft flesh of your pert arse.
“I think I shall sleep in on the morrow and spend the morning in bliss with my sweet pets instead of entertaining the foolish men of the realm,” Rhaenyra mused.
“Now, now, no need to neglect your duties,” Alicent chided, squealing as Rhaenyra’s palm slapped her naked rump.
“I am the queen, and I may do as I please,” Rhaenyra purred, nipping at Alicent’s full lips as she tenderly rubbed her skin.
“Indeed, do forgive me,” Alicent begged.
“Always, sweetling. I treasure you both so.”
You snuggled in close, reaching a hand out across Rhaenrya’s belly, tangling your fingers with Alicent’s. It was finally the three of you, just as it should have been from the very beginning.
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spacerockfloater · 1 day
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“Rhaenyra did try having kids with Laenor, but it didn’t work. That’s why she had bastards. What was she supposed to do, rape him?”
Babe. She should have not married him in the fist place.
I’m sorry, did you watch the show with your eyes closed? Rhaenyra marries Laenor because she believes that they can both fuck whomever they want in this relationship. She tells him they’ll both be free to dine as they please! The only thing she cares about is her own pleasure and freedom, not her duty! And I’m supposed to route for her?
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Still can’t get over the fact that GRRM created his absolute fave, Prince Daemon Targaryen for Rhaenyra.
He was created because GRRM couldn’t find the right husband for the Dragon Queen! And he made him the most awesome character in the whole story, with the perfect start, middle and finish.
And people say that GRRM doesn’t care about Rhaenyra. He sure does. He made Daemon for her, he made her the Realm’s Delight, made her the youngest dragonrider in history, he made her the first reigning Queen in Westeros and gave her justice by having her and Daemon’s bloodline on the Iron Throne.
Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen was inspired by Empress Matilda (the usurped heir of the English Throne). And because she was the Asoiaf version of Empress Matilda, she, unfortunately, had to have the same tragic story that Matilda did. I just wish Rhaenyra had lived to see her son ascend the throne and counsel him, like Matilda did with her own son.
But there can be no doubt that despite the tragedy and the cruelty of the story (as we are used to in the Asoiaf world), GRRM clearly favored the Blacks and gave them the bittersweet ending the Greens were denied.
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cyrranka · 2 days
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𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯
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— becca de la rosa [insp]
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