#someone : rhaenyra

[theirondragonrants]

I love you all, but you have the wrong parallel. We love Rhaenyra asking Alicent to fly across the narrow sea and eat only cake, but it's Rhaenyra and this Alicent that mirror each other. It's the smiles, and that halting breath.

[prideprejudce]

alicent and rhaenyra trying not to look suspicious whenever another septa walked by during the middle of their conversation

[sihtryggr]

[alicentsgf]

sorry you have to think a character is perfect to love them but that sounds boring i like my girls a little pathetic and mean

[bbygirl-aemond]

Aegon was the son Viserys always wanted, the son he slaughtered one woman and raped another for, the son he neglected his daughter for. And yet he did not love him.

Helaena was the dragon dreamer Viserys had always hoped to be, the holder of the Valyrian magic he so revered. And yet he did not love her.

Aemond was the lover of dragons, the eager student of history, the kindred spirit Viserys was never able to find in court. And yet he did not love him.

I will rage forever at how much Viserys should have loved these kids. He should have loved them so fucking much. Every single one of them embodied one of his deepest hopes and dreams. And yet he spent the rest of his miserable life punishing them for his own goddamn decision to bring them into this world.

[simply-ellas-stuff]

Rhaenyra hugging Jacaerys while they both cry over the death of Lucerys.

versus

Alicent walking away from Aegon while he sobs hysterically over the death of Jaehaerys.

[um-weird-flex-but-ok]

Jace is out here saying “Lady Mysaria” like it’s a slur and honestly fair, because if my step dads former mistress who also happened to be the former head of my home towns crime syndicate, randomly showed up and started fucking my mum - whispering in her ear about giving random poor people our pure breed war machines in the name of woke and war crimes - I’d be pretty pissed too. And that's not even accounting for the disaster that was his mum's last sapphic love affair.

If anyone deserves the right to be a little homophobic it's Jace.

[mmelolabelle]

HOTD 2x04 - the Molly Weasley-fication of Jacaerys Velaryon

[filmsmakkari]

the tale of a princess and her fair lady

rhaenyra targaryen x velaryon!reader

Summary: The daughter of House Velaryon makes a promise to her princess

CW: None!

A/N- I have not written and published a fanfiction since I was 14... bare with and pray for me.

The chamber was silent as a young girl with silver hair knelt before hundreds of candles beneath the stained-glass windows of the starry sept. Though she had never been a believer in gods and myths before, her love and worry filled her so deeply at present that she was brought to her knees in prayer.

Lady (Y/N) of House Velaryon had been in love with Princess Rhaenyra of House Targaryen for the better half of a year. They’d known each other since childhood and had always been quite close. Being the only two daughters of the great Valyrian houses in the Red Keep, they’d always felt that no one could understand them as well as each other. Their relationship, which had always toed the line between platonic and romantic, had turned into an unadulterated love affair the day Rhaenyra realized that her disdain for marriage to a man had never truly been about marriage, but more so the man.

Ever since, (Y/N) and Rhaenyra had been living in pure bliss, catching each other’s eye, walking with linked arms in public, and worshiping each other’s bodies during those private moments brought on by the cover of night. In recent days, however, the girls have been slightly at odds with each other, as (Y/N)’s parents have posed a potential marriage between Lady (Y/N) and King Viserys to strengthen the realm. Rhaenyra had hardly been able to look at her lover as she could soon become her stepmother, and she didn’t want it to be more painful by prolonging their relationship until the moment (Y/N) stood at the altar.

On this day, the 13th of the eighth moon, the princess had taken a most dangerous risk in flying to her family’s seat of power, Dragonstone, to subdue her wretched uncle Daemon, who had been squatting there for a year and who had just stolen a dragon egg for his unborn bastard child. (Y/N) had gotten wind of these plans and miraculously arrived at the dragonpit just before Rhaenyra took flight. (Y/N) had implored her princess to be safe, telling her that she would not know what to do if anything happened to her. Rhaenyra, overcome by the love and emotion she had been repressing, could not think of anything else to do but cup (Y/N)'s cheeks and pull her into a kiss. (Y/N)'s eyes widened in shock for a moment, but she quickly got over it, placing her hand on Rhaenyra’s cheek and wrapping her free arm around her waist.

How lovely that kiss was, (Y/N) sighed, remembering it. Rhaenyra had left after their lips broke, and (Y/N) had been in the sept worrying ever since. Eyes closed, she murmured promises to the seven that she would never sin again if Rhaenyra was protected.

Upon hearing a familiar voice softly calling her name, (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open. She quickly turned her head to see none other than Rhaenyra Targaryen. Her princess. The purest love in her life. Her everything.

(Y/N) ran to her lover, immediately cupping her face and kissing her fiercely. Rhaenyra met (Y/N) with the same passion, grabbing her tightly by her waist and pulling her closer. 

Two dragons burning together under the midnight sky. 

The kiss communicated everything they had been too afraid to say. “I’m sorry.” “I miss you.” “I need you.” “I love you.”

The two girls finally broke apart for air, giggling shyly in the throes of their young love. 

Suddenly serious, Rhaenyra looked deeply into (Y/N)’s eyes. A pure shade of violet only found in those with the true blood of Old Valyria, with little flecks of blue- a trait passed down from her seafaring ancestors. She then scanned (Y/N)’s entire body, her shimmering silver hair, braided at the top, loosening into long coils past her backside—the curves of her breasts and hips, the softness of her hands, and the way her brown skin shone in the moonlight.

“A true Valyrian goddess, you are,” she said.

(Y/N) looked down shyly at the compliment. Rhaenyra lifted (Y/N)’s chin with her finger and stepped closer, leaning her forehead against hers. A moment of sweetness and intimacy. 

“Kivio naejot sagon rūsīr issa va moriot,” Rhaenyra said quietly. “Dōrī jorrāelagon mirre tolie hae ao jorrāelagon issa.”

Swear to be with me always. Never love any other as you love me.

(Y/N) exhaled. “Oh, issa dārilaros. Nyke kivio, jaehossi uēpossi arlȳssī."

Oh, my princess. I swear, by the old gods and the new.

[so-what-then]

Idgaf what anyone ships.

What I care about is that an entire show was ruined in order to force a Rhaenicent relationship. I care about how everything and everyone in HotD - every plot development, every character choice, the finale - is meant to bend around this stupid ship to the detriment of the entire series. How the purity of Rhaenyra and Alicent and of their fRiEnDshIp can't be sullied no matter what.

I don't usually check out interviews with writers but from the ones I've seen it's clear HotD writers are expecting props for this shit. But its 2024: I don't need to be patronized to about misogyny and patriarchy, and I don't need to squint for queer subtext or have random fanservice (which is what that Rhaenyra x Mysaria scene is) for queer representation.

Angling for a more complex relationship between Alicent and Rhaenyra is one thing. Using a book adaptation to create a Rhaenicent fanfic is another. And thats exactly what the writers did.

[damn-daemon]

Stay winning, boys.

[anansimancer]

au where rhaenyra started training to become a knight when she was named heir after her mother died, and slowly courted alicent throughout her squirehood like a gentleman until she eventually asked for her hand in marriage when she was officially dubbed Dame Rhaenyra upon being knighted

[prideprejudce]

also i love that they introduced the criston/alicent affair in the most non-romantic way possible. there's no declarations of love and "you are my everything" or anything flowery like that, in fact it feels very transactional and just driven by lust and the desire for basic human comfort topped with awkward post hookup small talk afterwards of "bit chilly today innit" while not looking at each other

[urdeftonesgrrrl]

me every time daemon refers to himself as "King"

[rhcenyra]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | REGENT

W... It was a long time ago.

[iovqiris]

spot the difference