1. When you write fanfic, at least get the capitalization right. For the love of fuck, please.
2. STOP WRITING IN THOSE TINY ASS FUCKING LETTERS! WHO CAN READ THAT SHIT WITHOUT GETTING A FUCKING HEADACHE?! I AM NOT TRYING TO BE A BITCH, BUT DAMN! DO YOU SEE HOW FUCKING HARD IT IS TO READ?! STOP!
3. And stop using clashing backdrops and letter coloring, we can’t see SHIT.
Warnings: Mention of death, blood, sex, pain, Larissa getting her licks in. (Sorry if it sucks T_T)
Wednesday Addams Journal
Entry #: 315 Date: November 12th, 2025
“One would say that it would be ‘awesome’ living with a ghost who is your thirteenth cousin twice removed and former principal, that person would be my girlfriend and roommate, Enid Sinclair. She is wrong, dead wrong.
It’s a nightmare, and not the good kind. The only thing good about this, Larissa Weems is driving her ex-girlfriend, my mother, crazy.
I actually smiled when I saw my mother's left eye twitch after her gardening sheers kept sliding away from her, then Weems had the idea to hover them in the air like a prize my mother would never reach.
Weems even stooped to a child’s level and pulled faces at my mother, at least until my mother was finally able to see her. That was a funny conversation to watch.
Ok, maybe this won’t be so bad. At least until I can get this formula right.
“Oh, fuck me, that little twat.” Larissa says with an aggravated growl as she slams the journal shut with more force than necessary, her finely manicured nails drumming along the top as she thinks to herself how she’s going to figure out what Wednesday is up to.
Larissa knows it won't be easy, especially now that Wednesday has put up some sort of spiritual blocker so Larissa can’t approach Wednesday or otherwise it will burn. Literally burn!
“What spell did that little spawn put around her?!” Larissa hisses under her breath as she tries to approach Wednesday’s bed to wake the girl but all that gets her is a nearly scorched foot.
Larissa sighs and thinks to herself what she can do to keep herself busy.
It's almost like horns appear on top of the woman’s head as she figures it out. Morticia.
With that thought Larissa leaves Wednesday and Enid’s dorm room and apparates into the house that Marylin Thornhill once stayed in, the bitch.
Larissa looks around until she hears shouting and moaning coming from the far bedroom, “Ew.”
Larissa damn near tears up from disgust, an honest to God gag leaving the woman.
Larissa stands there for a moment trying to figure out what she wants to do now, that's when a thought pops into the woman’s head and grin that would rival the grinch curls up on her face.
The shapeshifter hums as she strolls throughout the house and to the back bedroom, her head swaying as she hums a little tune of wicked joy.
With a slow move, the bedroom door is opened and Larissa strolls in and sits upon the dresser with her back straight and pale, long legs crossed at the knee.
The sight that greets Larissa is enough to make the woman's stomach roll from sheer disgust. Not the Morticia part, the fact that Gomez is.... naked; Morticia, bare and glowing, tied to the bed with red, silk scarves as Gomez, who is...gag... naked...moves his hips in a slightly messy rhythm.
Larissa watches on as the nipple clamps Morticia has on, are tightened and the shapeshifter mutters to herself with a bitter huff, "I introduced her to those, you're welcome."
"Tighter, Gomez!” Morticia says with a heavy gasp as her nails dig into her palm, her body bowed with pleasure and covered with a sheen of sweat as clamps dig into dusky nipples. A bead of blood dripping from each, leaving beautiful streaks of crimson.
“She always did like that.” Larissa whispers softly to herself as her ocean blue eyes track each movement of her former lover, desperate to draw in all of Morticia.
With each moan that falls from Morticia’s blood red lips, Larissa notices that they’re increasing in pitch.
‘The one thing Morticia never does, squeal.’ Larissa thinks to herself with a smirk, her own painted lips curling up into a smirk once more as she takes a breath.
“Oh, Gomez! Angle a bit to the left, dear. Shes faking it.” Larissa says aloud with a wicked grin.
“OH MY GOD!” Morticia shouts and nearly rips the headboard off trying to free herself, brown eyes immediately searching for the deep, fading cackle of one Larissa Weems. “Larissa! Get back here! Now!”
All Larissa does is fade from the room with a wicked, melodic cackle and goes back to her former office in Nevermore.
“That was better than sex.” Larissa says to herself with a snort as she sits in her old chair and lets her head lull back, a soft sigh leaving her lips as she allows memories to flood her mind of her days at Nevermore with Morticia.
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The next day
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Larissa sighs as she watches over Wednesday, silently cursing the fact that she can no longer overhear a word coming from the little spawn's mouth.
“Did you have to do that last night?” Larissa hears Morticia say in a clipped tone from behind her, practically able to hear the Dove’s teeth gritting together.
“I have no earthly, or ghostly, idea what you are on about, Morticia.” Larissa says with a sweet, clueless tone as she turns to face a very unimpressed Morticia.
“Cut the shit, Rissa.” Morticia says with a sigh as she moves forward, her heels clicking against the stone floor as she stalks forward with the grace of a lioness.
“Fine.” Larissa grits out through her teeth as she rolls her eyes, a heavy sigh leaving the woman’s lips before she speaks again. “I was bored! Your daughter is thwarting my job as her spirit guide.”
“You were bored? Bored?! You know what, you’re lucky I still have love for you.” Morticia grits out through her teeth with a heavy, agitated sigh. “Now, how did Wednesday thwart your job as her spirit guide?”
“Your little hellion has put a spell on herself; I can't hear a word she's saying, nor can I even get within twenty feet of her.” Larissa says with a heavy sigh as she finally lets her guard down, “Tisha, your daughter is up to something and I don’t know what it is. It is my job to know what it is! Knowing Wednesday, she's putting herself in danger.”
Morticia sighs and comes to stand next to Larissa, both women turning to face the subject of their discussion. “What do you think she’s up to?”
“I was reading her journal after she put that damned spell upon herself, something about a formula and the entry before that mentioned Pugsley agreeing to something. I can't get a read on any of their group; each have a sort of cloaking spell upon them.” Larissa says with a heavy sigh and worried eyes as she faces Morticia, her hip leaning against the railing.
“We’ll figure it out, you know we will.” Morticia says gently, her eyes shining with just as much worry as Larissa’s.
Both women stare at each other for a moment, the weight of trying to protect Wednesday now shared.
“I am sorry for turning in Gomez as I did. I was angry, bitter, vengeful. I was a coward, Tisha. I spent years in the closet, hiding from even myself and in turn I hurt you. Twice.” Larissa says with teary eyes as she looks Morticia in the eyes, both women staring at one another with the same ‘what ifs?’ bouncing through their heads.
“You’re forgiven, Rissa. I forgave you long ago. That night that I thought Gomez and I were done for, my mother had ripped us apart and almost tore everything to shreds. I went running to you that night, you welcomed me with open arms.” Morticia says in a gentle whisper, brown eyes shining with tears as she looks at her former lover.
“Open legs as well, if memory serves me right.” Larissa says with a soft chuckle as she tries to lighten the mood, “You know, Wednesday did ask me something a while ago. It was right after I became her spirit guide. And I did ask to be exorcised.”
“Funny, very open legs.” Morticia says with a soft chuckle as she happily takes the bait, “Oh no, what did my little nightmare ask you?”
“Well...” Larissa mutters softly and winces as she recalls the conversation with Wednesday, that's probably a clue as to what the girl is up to.
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Flashback
“Are you my father?” Wednesday asks once she sees an opening to tap-dance on Weems’ nerves, her nearly black eyes shining with something akin to glee.
“Wh—what on earth are you on about?!” Larissa sputters in a high-pitched voice, confused and a bit shocked at where the situation is going.
“Only a descendant can be my spirit guide, and that’s the only thing that makes sense since I know the thirteenth cousin twice removed thing is a load of bullshit. Are you my actual father?” Wednesday adds with a bit of a shrug, her lips tugging up slightly before she schools her features.
“I wouldn’t say that…” Larissa says with a thoughtful look on her face as she thinks back to the one night she had with Morticia after said woman came running to her when she thought it was over with Gomez.
“What?” Wednesday asks, her tone shifting slightly, her normally dull eyes widening just a tad.
“I don’t know, Wednesday! What fresh hell is this? Is this my hell—having to deal with you?!” Larissa scoffs defensively, immediately pacing away from Wednesday as she tilts her head back in a silent prayer for strength now that she must deal with her all day, every day.
“You mean our hell, Dad.” Wednesday’s voice drops low and dangerous, her eyes squinting as her jaw ticks—the pint-sized goth already plotting to question Morticia relentlessly about this.
“Oh, get me a fucking priest. I want to leave.” Larissa whispers in a desperate plea, dread building as she realizes the questions are coming.
“You’ll be leaving, I promise you that.” Wednesday says in a cold tone, the tiny goths eyes lighting up with an idea as she stares down Larissa.
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End of flashback
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“Oh no.” Larissa and Morticia whisper at once, blue meeting brown with dread.
“We need to find out what Wednesday is up to, now.” Morticia says with a heavy sigh as her fingers rub at her temple, the woman already smelling danger.
“You’re right, we need to find out and fast.” Larissa whispers with a soft groan, even in death she can’t escape Wednesday Addams and her ever growing list of adventures.
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Two weeks.
Two weeks of searching, snooping, bribing and nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Both women sit at the table in the house off campus, brown meeting blue in frustration and exhaustion.
“You did it again last night, popping in while Gomez and I were having sex. Really, Larissa? Commenting on his form?” Morticia sighs out with a raised brow, her jaw tight and working like it's been doing for the past two weeks. Teeth grinding and eyes narrowed, what a sight.
“Well, I am sorry for trying to help! You were obviously faking it. Can’t push that button, huh?” Larissa says with a snort, her blue eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction.
“Oh, shut up. Ok, we need to--...Larissa, why are you fading?” Morticia asks quickly as she notices the once very solid ghost form of Larissa fading away, both women panicking and looking very confused.
Larissa just knows she’s not ready to go. She wasn’t ready to die and she sure as hell isn’t ready to simply fade away, but she does want to say one thing before she does. “Morticia, I never stopped loving you. You were my last thought, then and now.”
Morticia watches as Larissa leaves her once more, her brown eyes begging and pleading for a mercy to be granted. The mercy for Larissa to stay. But she knows it can’t be done, “I love you too, you have half of my heart. You always will.”
With a blinding light, Larissa vanishes. Morticia gives a heartbroken sob as she sinks down onto the stool, a hand over her chest as it feels like part of her heart just stopped.
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At Nevermore
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Light crackles in Iago Tower, bolts of electricity shooting from one prong to the other as Wednesday chants over the form of Larissa.
Candles are shining around them, flames flickering higher and then extinguishing when the chanting stops.
Twenty minutes of silence pass as the group of friends stand around, all of them watching with bated breath to see if Wednesday had succeeded in bringing Larissa back from the dead.
Thing had gone to get Morticia before it all started, now he returns with the crying woman in tow.
“Children, what have you done?” Morticia whispers to the group of kids, all of them looking nervous.
Enid stands beside Wednesday, her shaking hand holding tightly to her girlfriends shoulder as she watches alongside Pugsley, Eugene, Ajax, Bianca, and Agnes. All waiting to see if Larissa would take a breath.
And behold, it happens.
Larissa wakes with a gasping breath, her body sore and throbbing as it tries to acclimate back to being a living, breathing vessel once more.
Wednesday cannot help herself when she realizes she succeeded in bringing Larissa back from the dead and so she shouts to the ceiling, “She’s alive!”
Morticia rushes forward to help steady a groaning Larissa, the taller woman quickly sucking in a lungful of fresh air. The steady beat of a heart that was once gone now fills the space in Larissa’s chest as she looks around, mind racing with questions.
“Wednesday, how?” Is all Larissa can manage in a raspy tone as she finally steadies herself with squared shoulders, straight back, and an authoritative look that screams ‘you’re in trouble, young lady.’ but there is also a hidden look. One that both Morticia and Larissa wear, gratitude.
“I have my ways.” Wednesday says with a flat tone but a look in her eyes betrays her relief, “I have been searching for a way since you died, I finally found it the moment you announced you were my spirit guide. That’s what really lit a fire under me, and not the good kind. I didn't need you always poking your nose in my business, not to mention snooping through my diary.”
“That last one was my bad, I was really bored and plus you put up a cloaking spell! I had to figure out what you were up to!” Larissa says in immediate defense with a huff, straightening her cream colored jacket they had buried her in.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Wednesday says with an unimpressed look as Enid goes to hug Larissa, the shorter blonde extremely happy to have her mother figure back in her life.
“It is good to see you as well, Ms. Sinclair. I hear I have quite a lot to catch up on, even if I was snooping around in my spectral form.” Larissa says with a soft smile at the younger blonde as she gives Enid a firm squeeze back.
After everyone has said their hello’s and welcome back’s, they all start to file out which leaves Wednesday, Morticia, and Larissa alone in the tower until Wednesday follows but gives Larissa a final smirk with these parting words, “I can’t wait for break to be over. Prepare yourself, Dad.”
With those dreadful words, Wednesday takes her leave.
Both women stand there together, one filled with joy and relief. The other, well the other is filled with dread and relief.
“I am so fucked, aren't I?” Larissa whispers with a heavy sigh, well-manicured hands coming up to pinch the bridge of her nose.
“Don’t worry, we will figure everything out as time goes. Promise.” Morticia whispers as she gently takes Larissa’s hand, her words meant not just for the Wednesday situation but theirs as well.
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Summer Break
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Luckily Gomez has no problem sharing Morticia, in fact he and Larissa get along quite well.
Although, Wednesday now has to sit and watch the sickening affection between her mother and father as well as her mother and Weems.
“Mother, tell dad to pass the Tamales.” Wednesday says just to irk Larissa, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth when she sees the woman's eye twitch. “You will be called that from here on out, deal with it. Dad.“
All that's heard is a heavy, resigned sigh from the shapeshifter as she reluctantly passes the Tamales to Wednesday. But then it hits Larissa, she has one more thing to say to Wednesday and this will most likely cause the tiny goth to raise hell.
Larissa turns to Wednesday with a syrupy sweet smile plastered on her face, a wicked look in her eyes as she says these next words, “Speaking of, your mother is pregnant. The baby is mine.”
Time halts to a standstill and all you can see is Wednesday freezing up, her eye starts to twitch and if Larissa looks close enough, she can see steam coming from Wednesday’s ears.
Wednesday finally explodes and what's next is loud enough for Enid and Pugsley to cover their ears and crows to scatter from the fields, “WHAT?!”
“Surprise!” Larissa says and wears a self-satisfied smirk as she brings the fork to her mouth, blues gleaming wickedly as Morticia gently whacks her with her free hand.
A/N: Feel free to leave requests if you have any x
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[Reader is a teacher as well]
Something was up with Isadora and you couldn't quite figure out what it was.
You two had been 'official' for about a month now. At school, you would hold back a bit, but you'd still give each other a quick kiss or a hug or find each other during breaks.
Today, however, she seemed very... affectionate.
Whenever you ran into her in the hallway, she'd kiss you. Deeply.
During break time, she'd kiss you. Every minute or so.
When you were just done talking to a student, she'd run up to you and give you a quick kiss before leaving again, leaving you rather flustered.
Wednesday's face after witnessing that hilarious, though.
You couldn't quite understand why she was this way today. Perhaps it was something werewolf related? You wondered if it had anything to do with werewolves going into heat. She talked about it before but you hadn't actually seen it happening to her yet.
...
No. That, you would notice.
Regardless, it was worth asking about later.
For the rest of the day, you let it all slide. It wasn't like you could complain about it, you definitely liked it. It was just a little different, being so affectionate in public.
Finally, at the end of your workday, you go to find her. The first place to look is, of course, her classroom where she teaches music. You find her there, still teaching a class. You stand at the door and give her a small smile and a wave, earning a wink from her in return. A few students seemed to notice and started to giggle and talk among themselves, to which you decided that perhaps it was better to wait in the corridor instead.
After walking up and down the stairs, looking at the world outside and staring at the same two paintings in the hallway, the class finally ended. The students who passed you would greet you with a smile, before turning back to their gossip. No doubt you and Miss Capri were one of the topics.
Once the wave of students pass, you make your way back to the classroom where you find Isadora perched on a desk with her legs crossed and leaning back with one hand for support, already waiting for you. You can't help but smile at her as her free hand twirls a strand of her hair.
"What brings you here, my love?" She teases, tilting her head.
"Do I need an excuse to visit my girlfriend?" Smirking, you walk up to her and stop just in front of her. You hold out your hand so she can gracefully hop off the table. Right after doing so, her hand slides up your arm and around your neck as she pulls you in for yet another kiss, tongue hungrily running over your lips. You're even sure you heard her moan.
Now you're starting to doubt that maybe she is in heat.
When the both of you catch your breath, you take the opportunity to question her about it. "Darling-"
"Hm?" Her eyes move between your lips and eyes as she bites her bottom lip.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Always." The redhead whispers, her enticing tone unmissable.
"And please don't take this the wrong way," You know how quick she is to start overthinking. "But you've been very... public with your displays of affection today. Why is that?"
"What, I can't show people that I love you?" She practically pouts, making you chuckle.
"Of course you can, darling. But this is just so sudden. I thought we said to take it easy on that during work hours."
"Well maybe I don't want that anymore." Her gaze once again falls to you lips, her face mere inches from yours.
But you don't fall for it. You might not have know her for that long, but you certainly know when she tries avoiding the topic. "You could have informed me on that decision." You quip.
Her lips lock onto yours again and you can't help but melt into it.
How does she keep getting away with that?
Reluctantly and gently, you pull away from her.
You continue the earlier conversation, which she seems to want to avoid. It's not like you're trying to push her to answer it, you know she would tell you to stop if this were the case, but you're curious as to why she is avoiding the topic. She's usually very straightforward. "Is it a werewolf thing? I know you talked about being in heat before but that sounded way more intense than this and-"
"Oh! No, that's not it at all, honey." Her arms wrap around your neck, hands playing with your hair. You let your hands fall to her waist.
"So it is something?"
Her eyebrows shoot up. "No-"
"Yes." You challenge, pulling her closer.
"Okay, okay. I'll tell you." She lightly hits your shoulder. "But don't laugh."
"I would never."
"You absolutely would."
"Well?"
"I..." She licks her lips. "I liked the taste of your chapstick."
It takes everything in you not to laugh. "My... chapstick?"
"Yes. It tastes like cotton candy." From the look on her face you can already tell that she knows you're holding back a laugh. "You can laugh if you want." She whispers, the curves of her mouth turning upwards ever so slightly.
Instead of full out laughing, you just chuckle. "It's just- I was so sure it was werewolf related. But this is so much cuter."
That comment makes her blush as she briefly stares at her hands. "It somewhat is? That delicious scent made it easier to find you... But not easier to keep my hands off of you."
You take her hands in yours when you notice she started to fiddle with her rings. "Seems I will have to use it more often, then." You whisper to her, planting a quick kiss on her lips. "Ready to leave?" You say a little louder, realizing you're still in the music hall.
"With you? Always, my love." She answers, quickly grabbing her coat before walking back to you, taking your hand as the two of you walk out of the classroom.
A/N: My god its been a while since I last wrote anything. Apologies if this is somewhat bad xD trying to get back into it and the English language escaped me multiple times while writing this. Still, hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading xx
Wednesday: “Are you my father?” Wednesday asks once she sees an opening to tap-dance on Weems’ nerves.
Larissa: “Wh—what on earth are you on about?!” Larissa sputters in a high-pitched voice, confused and a bit shocked at where the situation is going.
Wednesday: “Only a descendant can be my spirit guide, and that’s the only thing that makes sense. Are you my actual father?” Wednesday adds with a bit of a shrug, her lips tugging up slightly before she schools her features.
Larissa: “I wouldn’t say that…” Larissa says with a thoughtful look on her face as she thinks back to the one night she had with Morticia after a reunion.
Wednesday: “What?” Wednesday asks, her tone shifting slightly, eyes widening just a tad.
Larissa: “I don’t know, Wednesday! What fresh hell is this? Is this my hell—having to deal with you?!” Larissa scoffs defensively, immediately pacing away from Wednesday as she tilts her head back in a silent prayer for strength now that she has to deal with her all day, every day.
Wednesday: “You mean our hell, Dad.” Wednesday’s voice drops low and dangerous, her eyes squinting as her jaw ticks—the pint-sized goth already plotting to question Morticia relentlessly about this.
Larissa: “Oh, get me a fucking priest. I want to leave.” Larissa whispers in a desperate plea, dread building as she realizes the questions are coming.
Summary: Summer is a scorcher, but it also gives you a chance to make memories. Winter gives you a chance to curl up and go through the pictures that hold those memories.
Warning: Just a bit of swearing and actions that allude/very clearly lead to sex.
Note: I was also inspired by these pics of Olivia Cooke, some from instagram posts and some from a photoshoot she did in 2018.
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It’s January, winter had started not that long ago and while you don’t mind winter, you wished you could go back to the summer. Simply because you and your wife, Alicent Hightower, got to go on vacation.
A vacation is a rare occurrence with you two, mainly because you and Alicent are big name lawyers with Hightower, Targaryen, & Associates, the name having changed after your father retired and you took his place when Alicent’s father offered you a job before he retired as well. The only one left from the original founders is Rhaenys Targaryen.
All you can do now is grab a blanket and reminisce about the memories you made, your first actual time getting to travel to the states.
“Ali, come here. I want to look at pictures with you.” You ask in a soft voice, a gentle plea to your wife who sits at the kitchen counter reading over some papers.
“Instead of sitting idle, we could do a bit of scrapbooking.” Alicent offers up in return as she puts the papers down, turning around to face you with that little smile of hers.
You think for a second and look at the pieces of paper in the box, pieces of paper that hold moments of happiness, love, and beauty. But more importantly, memories. “Yeah, why not.”
“I’ll get the book I bought the other day from this cute little shop I passed on the way home! Oh, and the glue!” Alicent says with a grin, a giddy glint in her eyes as she springs up to get the things she bought a couple of days ago.
“I guess she took care of that,” You think to yourself with a chuckle as you settle on the floor, putting the pictures on the coffee table so you and Alicent can go through them.
Alicent comes back down the stairs with a box in hand, you can see all the items you need for scrapbooking; the Scrapbook Album, Cardstock and Patterned Paper, all different types of adhesives, the paper trimmers, the pens and markers, and all sorts of things to decorate with.
“It seems you really thought this through.” You say to your wife with a chuckle as you see the plastic storage container full of all the different items, your brain already working to think of how you and Alicent can design the scrapbook.
“Yeah, I was going to ask you about it this weekend but then you said something today about going through the pictures, so I thought why not.” Alicent says with a shrug as she sits the container down in front of you, pulling out this beautiful beige and light, matte pink scrapbook that has “From Summer, With Love” embroidered on the front in a beautiful writing.
“Oh my, this is beautiful, sweetheart.” You whisper softly, tracing the letters with a gentle touch. “Oh, leather! You know, maybe one day we will be doing this with our children. A family album.” You add on in a wistful whisper, your mind already conjuring up the image of a little one or two running around your home and doing activities as a small family.
“Perhaps.” Alicent whispers softly, a smile growing on her face. Her doe-like brown eyes peer up at you, a similar look in them as she leans forward to draw you in for a kiss filled with promises of the future.
Alicent pulls back with a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours, “Let’s get started on this, I have a bit of a surprise for you later.”
You raise a brow at the woman, the gears already turning in your head at a faster rate to try and work out what type of surprise it is, “Alright, let’s get started so we can get to this surprise faster.”
With that, the two of you set out to start creating something together that would hold past, present, and future memories.
You and Alicent share laughs and tears throughout the process, remembering stories behind certain pictures. The one of her sitting on a boat you two rented with some friends of yours that had moved to New York the year prior the one of her on the beach in jorts, a bikini top, and a hat; then one of her clearly sunburned face as she sips on her drink while you two went out for a date night.
But there’s three that capture your attention, the first one you hold up; a picture of Alicent in a plain, white t-shirt, ripped jeans, feet bare, and a leather jacket. The brown eyed beauty in mid-sentence as she tosses her arms back to take off the jacket as you snap a picture of her while you both roam the roof of the building you rented a flat in for the summer. You remember that moment, just as clear as you remember the day you married her.
“Oh, I remember this!” You say excitedly, grinning at Alicent who groans a bit but also wears a smile.
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Flashback to July 3rd, 2024
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“Oh, this is a nice view, I’m glad we rented the flat.” You say with a soft hum as you take in the view over the side of the building, the sun beating down upon the two of you.
Alicent smiles from beside you and nods, waving a hand in front of her to cool herself off a bit before muttering, “The heat in New York is a bit drier than it is in London.”
“Well, we do have the rooftop all to ourselves for a bit. You could take the jacket, as well as your shirt, off.” You say with a wicked grin on your face, your eyes sparkling with joy and mischief.
“You just want to see my tits.” Alicent adds with a playful huff, those brown eyes shining like honey in the sunlight.
“Eh, yeah. That’s a big possibility, yes. But I also want my very overheated wife to cool down and not get heatstroke because she refused to listen to me when I told her to NOT wear a leather jacket in 35°C weather.” You add on with a raised brow in return, you make a particularly good point, and she knows it.
“Fine, fine. You have a point. But it is your fault if som—…” Alicent pauses mid-sentence as she looks up upon hearing the noise of the camera, her eyes meeting you as you stand there with the camera in position. The jacket falling onto one of the rooftop seats as she gives you a look while fighting a laugh. “I fucking knew it.”
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End of flashback
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You giggle as you look over to Alicent, your fingers still holding onto the paper that captured that precious moment. “I still think it’s funny how you let me talk you into it without a fight, you little exhibitionist.”
“Oi, I am no—…maybe I am just a small bit but still, you made a valid point but you’re the one who decided to be a voyeur.” Alicent retorts in a playful manner, her voice light and joking as she nudges you gently with her shoulder.
“That is true, hence this one,” You say and hold up the next picture of Alicent, this one is a picture of the auburn-haired woman in her bra and the same ripped jeans, her feet still bare.
You can’t help but continue to think back on the day of those pictures, those moments a beautiful freedom the two of you rarely experience.
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Continued flashback to July 3rd, 2024
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“Knew what?” You sass with a giggle, letting the camera hang from around your neck as Alicent begins to remove the shirt. Your eyes tracing the stunning beauty you call your wife, your mind and body hungry and wanting as you watch her lose the shirt.
“I knew you just wanted to see my tits.” Alicent sasses, a grin taking over her face as she sees the way you eye her like you’re dying of thirst.
Alicent’s grin stays in place as she slowly approaches you, her arms going around your neck as she draws you in. Humming as her lips slowly connect to yours.
You sigh against her mouth as you feel her plush lips move with yours, slowly getting lost in it until a wicked thought crosses your mind so you slowly put it into action.
You snake your arms around her waist as the kiss intensifies, one hand pressing to the small of her back to get her closer as you gently move her back towards the chair her jacket and shirt sit on.
Alicent gives a soft gasp as your lips move from hers to her neck, her fingers winding into your hair as she holds you against her neck as your mouth settles directly under her ear.
That’s when you act, you quickly give a sharp nip to the side of her neck before you snag the jacket and shirt from the chair, your feet quickly moving you back as you run from your frozen wife.
Alicent’s brain takes a moment to register what’s going on, confusion and lust mingling in her brain until things finally click, “HEY! GET BACK HERE, YOU SHITHEAD! THAT IS NOT FUNNY!”
You cackle as you run across the large roof, shoes hitting the black rubber mats that they have towards another corner, “Catch me if you can!”
Alicent gives a huff of laughter as she runs after you, her bare feet carrying her as quickly as possible to where you are.
Your shared laughter rings through the air as you turn around and catch her mid movement with a click of the camera; her eyes are closed, nearly bare torso, and a smile that could light up the night sky.
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End of flashback
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You hum as you give her a gentle kiss, your head leaning back on her arm that’s stretched out on the couch cushions behind you.
“That was a very good day and night, if I do recall.” You say with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle, a smirk taking over your features as you see a bit of red blooming on her face alongside a smile.
“It was a very good day and night; you’re right about that.” Alicent adds with a fond laugh, the memories of hands and lips working in tandem along with sweat slicked bodies moving in unison.
“Don’t get me started or we will never finish this last picture.” You say with a giggle, whacking at her abdomen blindly but gently.
You hold up the next picture of Alicent that was taken the morning after, wearing an all-white ensemble with no bra underneath. Which frankly, you love when she goes braless. A tit gremlin is what she calls you, to which you agree without shame.
There she sits with her arms up, hands working to put her hair up to get it off her neck, bobby-pin in her mouth, a white tank top, white denim jeans, and once again with no shoes. Her brown eyes staring into the camera.
You tilt your head to look up at her from your slouched position, the memory flickering throughout your head.
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Flashback to July 4th, 2024
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“Why do you insist on wearing jeans, as well as having your hair down on one of the hottest fucking days to exist?” You ask Alicent with a low chuckle as the two of you sit on the hardwood floor of the flat, peering out of one of the open windows in the room as you people watch.
“Because I can.” Alicent says with a cheeky smile as she gives you a side glance, her eyes moving over your neck and upper chest so she can see every mark she left on you the night before.
You raise a brow as you see the way her eyes move over certain parts of your body, “Oh no, not with it being over fucking 35°C. Sorry. Too damn hot.”
“I wasn’t going to do anything; I was just admiring your beauty and myyyy handiwork!” Alicent says with a snort, a grin stretching across her face that shows her pearly whites.
“Uh-huh.” You add dryly. Watching as she shifts in her spot, her hair starting to stick against her neck a little bit from where sweat is starting to appear.
“Babe, at least put your hair up.” You say with a soft sigh, going to get the first two things you can find; a hairband and a bobby-pin. You hand them to her with a smile as she thanks you, taking your seat from across her once more.
Alicent gives a shy smile as she sees you watching her with this wistful look, her eyes going back to the window as she uses the hairband first, putting her curly hair in a bun.
You smile and raise the camera to snap a picture as her hands adjust everything, giving a smile as she looks over after having caught the movement from the corner of her eye. You chuckle as you snap the photo, placing the camera back down as you go and help her.
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End of flashback
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“That was one of the best days we had there, just us and a quiet night inside. Besides the Americans blasting off their fireworks, it made for a pretty view. Sweet of them to invite us, more so when they understood that we just wanted to have a night in.” You say softly as your eyes stay on Alicent, your own tracing her features as she looks over with a smile.
“It was, we should go again around that time. Although, it may not be possible.” Alicent adds with a hum as you two place the final picture into the scrapbook, the both of you finally decorating the page with the items she bought.
“What do you mean? That part of the surprise or something?” You ask with a chuckle as you glance at her briefly before going back to the page, your hands moving to hold a little party bead in place so the glue can dry.
Alicent takes a breath and nods, excitement and nervousness flooding through her body and causing her stomach to feel as if it has butterflies, “Yeah, actually. I’ll be heavily pregnant by then, 7 months to be precise.”
Everything comes to a halt; your breathing, her breathing, your movements, her movements. It’s as if time stands still.
Finally, you slowly look at her and watch as she takes a paper from her pocket.
Alicent takes a breath and unfolds the paper, slowly handing it over to you. Watching your face closely as you see what the doctor had to say.
It feels as if all the wind gets knocked out of you as you see the word “POSITIVE” in big, bold letters. Your heart flutters in your chest, your breathing stutters ever so slightly as unbridled joy floods your system. “Y-you’re not pregnant?”
Alicent nods with happy tears in her eyes as her shaky hands dump the multitude of pregnancy tests she took after seeing the letter, different brands but each one of them reads the same, all are positive. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
“You’re pregnant!” You shout with joy and immediately scoop her up into a hug, a sob vibrating in your chest as you rock the both of you back and forth.
Alicent’s own tears of joy soak through your shirt as well, her head buried in your shoulder as her arms cling around your waist. A single sobbed word breaks free, one full of joy and nervousness, “Yes!”
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Your dreams come true, two little ones entering the world later in the year. Twins. Ophelia and Oscar, born on a beautiful October night.
The next week you go out to where Alicent had bought the “From Summer, With Love” scrapbook and bought another one you had ordered right before Alicent had given birth, “From The Hightower's, With Love”.
That night you place the first few photos with Alicent, their sonogram pictures along with the picture you took of their tiny feet on the night they were born.
“I can’t wait to add more.” You and Alicent whisper together, soft laughs leaving you both as you look down at the twins in their bassinets.
I need her to come back. WE NEED her to come back and take her rightful place, and show Dort how to lead a school! (And go crazy with Wednesday and the Addams family)
Summary: Being a teacher’s pet is a dream come true if that teacher is Rhaenyra Targaryen.
Warning: Just a bit of swearing, a mention of drugs but nothing that leads to anything, and actions that allude/very clearly lead to sex.
Note: I was very inspired by these pics of Emma D’Arcy from their photoshoot. (From last year, I believe.) And thank you @dianneking for helping me figure things out, it is greatly appreciated. (I promise, I’m sleeping now. 🥹)
“Beep! Beep! Beep!”
Not exactly what you want to hear, but it's also expected. A sigh leaves your lips as you smack the alarm, your face burying into the cotton fabric of the pillowcases beneath you.
You didn't exactly want to get up at fucking 5 A.M., but such is the life of a student who is currently sneaking around with their fucking literature professor and in said professor’s bed.
That’s not your alarm clock, nor is this your bed. Even though you really want it to be. Two reasons; One, it is comfortable as hell! Two, the person that’s lying next to you. A mop of silver-ish white, pale skin that is damn near translucent, sharp and soft mixed into one perfect being; Rhaenyra Targaryen, a divorced 35-year-old mother to three boys.
You did not expect to fall for one of your professors, but it happened, and you do not regret it in the slightest. Even if it does mean you have to sneak around.
You are interrupted from your train of thought as pale, nearly glowing violet eyes meet your own soft eyes.
“Good morning, love.” Rhaenyra says with a smile, her features in a rare state of relaxation which allows you to see everything that lies beneath her usual stoic and tight expressions.
“Morning, darling.” You whisper softly, a satisfied hum leaving your throat as Rhaenyra kisses your bare shoulder in a sleepy greeting. “Sadly, your alarm went off. My first class starts around 9, that means I’ll have to leave soon so I can get back to my dorm room and prepare for another long, grueling day.”
Rhaenyra pouts a bit at the news; her soft lips protruding ever so slightly in a bid to try and get you to stay long but sadly she must get up as well so she can start her own day. But she does make one last bid to keep you around for a bit longer, “I know, I know. Although, you could shower here. You carry an overnight bag with you every time.”
You pretend to think even though the decision takes no thought, “Hmmmm, sounds like a hard decision. Whatever shall I choose??”
“Whatever your decision is, hurry it up so neither of us will get caught by my sons. We have one more year until you and I can go public, we cannot risk anyone finding out, especially not three children 10-years-old and younger.” Rhaenyra says with a cheeky smile as she rises from the bed, her voice half serious and half playful. As soon as her feet touch the carpet, she gives a firm smack to your backside as her bare form struts away from the bed and into the bathroom.
You grumble under your breath, not happy at the slight stinging feeling in your backside at fucking 5:15 A.M.
“Twat.” You mutter jokingly under your breath as you climb from the warm bed, shivering until you’re in the warm bathroom and under the scalding water of the shower.
A soft whisper of relief rolls through you as you feel the warmth of the water and the warmth of Rhaenyra wrapping around you, a different type of shiver rolling through you as her lips make contact with your shoulder.
“Nyra, don’t you dare make me late.” You mutter in a halfhearted warning, not necessarily mad at the feelings this beautiful woman is evoking from you.
“No promises.” Rhaenyra says in a tone that’s thick with arousal and a promise of what’s to come, her voice rough and low sounding.
You give a soft sigh at the sound of her voice, a smile tugging at your lips as you relish in the effect you have on the older woman. Your body relaxes against hers as both her lips and hands move alongside each other, mapping and loving your body like no one has before.
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A while later, you’re scrambling into your first class of the day. Philosophy, with Professor Rhaenys Targaryen-Velaryon.
Why you’re going to university, only God knows. All you would rather do is stay in bed, preferably with Rhaenyra, and watch shitty TV.
“You can get through it, just think about your last class. That’s when you’ll get to see Rhaenyra.” Is all you keep thinking to yourself, your mind and body taking on a restless tone today. Must be the weather, it is oddly hot today.
As you go about your day, it’s like it drags on and on and on with seemingly no end in sight. Mind and ass numb. Even lunch with your friends seems a bit boring as the sun beats down on you.
You look up to the bright blue sky with a bit of curiosity as to why it’s so damn sunny on today of all days. It’s not that you aren’t grateful, you do just wish for a couple of clouds for shade and a tiny breeze for a bit of coolness.
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You were able to get through lunch and the rest of your classes, finally the last class approaches. English Literature, with Professor Rhaenyra Targaryen.
Most people take this class to stare, and you really cannot blame them, she’s a beautiful woman. But that doesn’t mean you don’t feel an uptick in your anger when they don’t look past surface beauty, you do wish they would also look at her inner beauty. That’s what you love, her inner beauty. Her mind, her heart, absolutely everything about her.
You walk in and quickly get to your usual seat, looking up briefly to catch a glimpse of your girlfriend. That may have been a stupid idea because you choke on your own spit when you see what she’s wearing. Your neck and face flare a bright red; a wheezing sound leaves you as you try to catch your breath. Your eyes flickering to Rhaenyra here and there while a friend of yours rubs your back, her eyes echoing her own curiosity at what’s got you so flustered.
She just haaaaaaaaad to wear something you helped her pick out for a date you two had the month before, one you had told her to keep on while she bent you over her counter and fucked you from behind with your favorite strap of hers. Red trousers, men’s black dress shoes, and an oversized men’s button up dress shirt that’s halfway tucked into the trousers. “Fuck.” Is the only thought in your head.
Rhaenyra turns around to face the wall briefly, her lips twitching up in an effort to suppress the cackle that is trying to claw its way out of her throat at your reaction to her outfit choice. Rhaenyra knows what she’s doing to you, and she finds it hilarious to see your reactions.
You finally get yourself under control and look up, eyes locking to the reason behind your coughing fit only to those beautiful violet eyes peering back at you with faux concern written in them as the owner speaks in a voice that sounds like sweet nectar, “Are you alright, dear?”
You give a nod, head jerking up and down roughly in response to the question that’s thick with faux concern. Words slightly raspy from arousal, shock, and the coughing fit you endured, “Yes, Professor. I am completely fine, just choked on air, I reckon.”
“As long as you’re alright.” Rhaenyra says with a sweet and practiced smile on her face, one that you and only you can see through.
Behind that fake concern is a smug little bastard who derives joy from fucking with your he—…your thoughts are cut off by Rhaenyra speaking, the class starting.
Throughout the class, both of you give each other glances that can be played off as nothing but innocent, your hand raising whenever she’s asks a question, your mind never straying from whatever topic that flows from her mouth, your hands are typing out notes and reminders Rhaenyra kindly gives so that the students know what is happening.
A few students mutter under their breaths about you being a teacher’s pet, but you don’t care. You’d gladly be a teacher’s pet if it meant being hers. The woman who doesn’t see your age and thinks you’re simply an immature 21-year-old that only cares about partying, drugs, and sex. She sees what you really want. You want someone to love you as you love them, you want a family, you want a life. She sees that, she knows that, and she’s opened her heart up to you in return allowing you to have that.
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By the end, you are tired but happy. Rhaenyra gives the closing words, assigning what needs to be done, “Choose a short poem or passage from a novel or play and write a 4–6-page close reading focusing on literary devices, tone, and narrative perspective. I am a harsh judge so I will be generous and give you 3 and a half weeks! I want it done properly and I want you to be sure you do your absolute best, no using AI for anything at all. I want you to use books, only use the internet if the books do not have what you need. If I see any use of AI in the text, automatic fail.”
Everyone grumbles about that, obviously, but they accept it. They know Rhaenyra is serious and she will not hesitate to fail you if you do something she does not like, especially if you use AI within her class. It’s not that she is completely against it, it’s for the simple fact Rhaenyra does believe that it’s doing more harm for a student's brain than good. They need to be able to think for themselves, apply themselves, and do it themselves with little to no intervention from AI or the internet.
You look up and watch as Rhaenyra has the printed-out instructions passed out from front to back, a bit of a timeframe for the students to follow if they wish.
“Could you please stay behind after class? I would like to go over your last assignment.” Rhaenyra asks you with an innocent looking smile, her dimples peering through ever so slightly and making your insides feel warm and fuzzy.
“Yes, of course, Professor.” You reply with a steady voice, a bit surprised that you were able to speak without any type of stutter.
Once again, some guy in the room coughs out, “Teacher’s pet.”
“Who said that?” Rhaenyra asks as she finally hears the uttered jab, her sharp violet eyes looking around, but no one speaks up. “Fine, all of you are dismissed except you, dear.”
You nod and stay behind, once again not bothered at all at what they think is a jab at you.
Once the door shuts, Rhaenyra looks at you and carefully approaches. A smile on her face as she speaks, “I hope I didn’t make you flustered.”
“Flustered? Me? What for?” You ask with a straight face; a singular eyebrow raised in play.
“Oh, come on, don’t play coy. You know what.” Rhaenyra says with a laugh and brings you into a hug, arms wrapping around your hips as she holds you close. “I’m sorry people keep calling you a teacher’s pet, I know it can be a bit humiliating.”
“Nah, not for me.” You say softly as you wrap your arms loosely around her neck, pulling back just enough to give Rhaenyra a gentle kiss on the lips. A soft, content sigh leaving you as your brain finally settles down for the first time today.
Rhaenyra gently pulls back from the kiss, her forehead lying against yours as she looks you in the eye, “Oh? It doesn’t bother you?”
You chuckle and shake your head, a grin stretching across your face as you speak, “I will happily be the teacher's pet. Ten times over, if I must.”
Rhaenyra’s brows raise a bit, thoughts rolling through her head as a slow and cheeky smile spreads across her face. Rhaenyra slowly looks back up into your eyes with that cheeky smile that sends pleasant shivers throughout your body, her eyes practically glowing with mischief, “Does that mean I have to get you a collar?”
“Rhaenyra!” You bark out, a loud laugh leaving as you register exactly what she means.
“Oh, come on, that was funny!” Rhaenyra says through her own laughter, pride shining in her voice at the question she asked.
You look at Rhaenyra and think, a smirk slowly inching its way across your lips as your own idea takes hold. You bring the professor in for a slow kiss, eventually kissing your way to her ear. Another smirk overtakes your slightly red and kiss swollen lips as you ready to speak, “Don’t forget the leash, Professor.” You say and flash the cheeky grin as you leave the shell-shocked woman standing in front of the room by the front row desks in a state of shock, red slowly taking over her neck and flourishing over her cheeks.
“You cheeky little—…” Rhaenyra sputters out as the doors to her room shut, her mouth opening and closing in shock.
You walk through the halls with a grin on your face, chest puffed out a bit as a smug energy radiates from you.
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Next morning you wake to that same damn sound, “Beep! Beep! Beep!”
You groan and hit the alarm, your body sore from the night before.
You smile as you see the reason for the soreness in your body, a gentle smile blooming on your face as your eyes soften.
Rhaenyra can feel you looking down at her, the haziness in her brain relenting as a type of peace settles.
“Morning, my darling.” You whisper softly, your lips meeting hers as the alarm goes off again.
Yeah, being the teacher’s pet is the absolute best thing to ever happen to you. You live by that statement.
Warning: No warning! Daemon is a good guy in this, people!
Note: I do not like Daemon, nor do I condone his actions in any way, but I saw this pic of Matt Smith and WOW! I had to write something. 😂
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You are best friends with Rhaenyra, the two of you have been friends since you were both 12. The both of you are practically inseparable, so close that people think you’re dating but the two of you that are now in your 20’s, just laugh it off.
Rhaenyra has been like the energizer bunny for the past few days, excited to see her Uncle Daemon who has been away since you and Rhaenyra were 13.
Truth be told, you had a big crush on the older man when they were younger, always flushing a soft red color the handful of times when you were younger.
This means that you are also extremely excited, probably a bit more than Rhaenyra, even though you try hard to hide it.
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The day of the lunch has arrived, family and friends gather at the home of Viserys and Aemma, all prepared to welcome Daemon home and spend a bit of time together.
You sit at the long table with Rhaenyra, Laena, and Alicent, all four of you whispering and gossiping about random things. The tales of Daemon’s escapades throughout the years included. That’s when a knock sounds upon the door, firm and resounding.
Viserys gets up and goes to answer the door, a laugh leaving him along with a singular word, “Brother!” as he embraces Daemon.
Daemon, a man of 37, has changed from how he used to look. While he doesn’t have that boy-ish look to him any longer, he’s still quite handsome in your eyes. Even more so if you’re being honest.
You look upon the two men from your spot beside Rhaenyra, eyes tracking their every move, breath stuck in your throat at the sight of Daemon.
Daemon, feeling eyes upon him, looks up and chuckles as he spots you and Rhaenyra, “Haha! Well, if it isn’t the little Stark! Ah, and Rhaenyra! My dear, sweet niece. How are you, Dear?”
“Uncle! I am well, dealing with your brother and his stubbornness.”, Rhaenyra says with a laugh, hugging her uncle around his neck.
Daemon laughs and hugs his niece back, a hand gently patting her back. His eyes going to the three that sit at the table, smiling at them as he pulls back from Rhaenyra, “Laena, it’s good to see you, Dear.” Daemon looks over and sees Alicent, a slight grimace on his face at the sight of the young woman. “Alicent, you as well.”
“Good to see you as well, Daemon.” Laena adds with a smile in Daemons direction, snorting when she sees the look in Alicent’s eyes.
Alicent simply chuckles lowly and lifts her wine glass to Daemon, relishing in the fact her mere presence seems to grate on Daemon’s nerves, “You as well, Daemon.”
“Play nice, you two. Daemon, I’d rather you not fight with my wife, understand?” Rhaenyra says with a laugh, a perfectly manicured eyebrow raised in his direction as she kisses Alicent’s temple before sitting back down.
“Your WHAT?!” The man in question sputters, feeling a bit more than shocked at the new revelation. “Ugh, fine. Fine. No fighting with the Hightower, understood.” Daemon mutters under his breath as you chuckle quietly, enjoying Daemon’s reaction.
“It’s nice to see you as well, Daemon.” You say softly in his direction, a gentle smile upon your lips.
“Well, at least there is one person here not set on trying to make me go crazy.” Daemon says with a laugh as his eyes move slowly over you, taking in how much you have obviously changed. A quiet hum leaving the man as his eyes meet yours once more, sharp violet upon your own soft eyes. A slight smile spreads over Daemon’s face for the briefest moment before his attention is diverted to the rest of his family.
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Over the next couple of hours, you and Daemon engage in a little dance. A brush of the shoulders here, a glance there. Smiles and laughs traded as stories are told, bright and melodic sounds.
Rhaenyra has noticed the discreet actions between one of her best friends and her Uncle Daemon, her own sharp violet eyes tracking each action with a calculating gaze.
Alicent and Laena take notice as well, sharing a look with each other and then Rhaenyra. A look that says, “Holy shit.”
You look up for a moment and make eye contact with Rhaenyra, you smile softly at the woman before going back to eating and sipping your wine.
Rhaenyra gives a smile back before looking up at the other two, a silent agreement going between the three. And then Rhaenyra speaks, “If you all will excuse me, I need to go get another bottle of wine from the cellar. Will you three come with me?” Rhaenyra asks you, Laena, and Alicent with a smile, all three of you quickly agreeing with a nod before leaving the large dinner table. The family none the wiser, just like you.
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Once in the cellar, each girl quickly spins around and smirks at you. Smirks on their faces as they peer at you, a chuckle leaving Rhaenyra before she speaks up, “What in the fuck am I witnessing in there?”
You stop, your thoughts spinning around in your head like a fucking dreidel. The thoughts pinging off each other causing your ears to ring, words hastily leaving your mouth, “What do you mean, Rhae? I was just talking.”
Alicent gives a loud, unladylike snort as her big, brown, doe eyes seem to sparkle and scream, “That’s a load of fucking bullshit and you know it.”
“Shut up, Ali. I do not know what you’re talking about, I was just making conversation!” You rebuttal with a bit of humiliation and frustration leaching into your voice, the words sounding weak even to you.
“That is a load of bullshit, and you know it!” Laena says with a giggle, her eyes sparkling with mirth and knowing but also a hint of understanding in them.
“It is not!” You yelp back, red rising up your neck and cheeks in embarrassment and frustration.
“Sure, it’s not.” Rhaenyra adds with a smirk and wiggles her brows, “It’s not like I just didn’t see you sitting there across from my uncle acting like a little kid with a crush!”
“Shhhh! They could hear you, you know!” You hiss at Rhaenyra and sigh at your three friends, who are frankly doubling as interrogators at the moment. “Fine. I do have a crush on Daemon, happy?” You groan with a sigh.
“Yes, we are very happy!” Alicent chirps with a grin, her pearly whites flashing as her infectious laugh bubbles from her throat as the other two grin at you.
“Great, that’s absolutely fucking perfect.” You say dryly, a grumble leaving your lips along with a sigh. “Can we go upstairs before they come do—…”
You're interrupted by the sound of heavy boots coming down the stone steps, a soft swish of air sounds out as the person grows closer. Daemon appearing with a raised brow moments later, “Viserys wants to know if you four are coming back with the bottle of wine any time soon?”
“Yeah, we’re right behind you!” You say and give the three girls a look, following the older man with quick steps. Desperate to escape the interrogation.
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Once you’re upstairs, you sit back in your seat and smile briefly at Rhaenyra’s family before grabbing your fork to continue eating. You can feel Daemon giving you a brief look, a brief smile flitting across his face before it vanishes as he takes a sip of his wine.
The other three come up with a couple bottles of Arbor gold, taking their seats on either side of you once more before conversations flow throughout the room once more.
More smiles and laughs echo throughout the room, more glances are stolen between you and Daemon. You think you can see a similar look in his eyes that you know is in yours, a little spark of feelings.
Daemon gives a brief, secret smile towards you before talking with his brother again, chuckling to himself when he notices the soft blossom of red on your cheeks that you quickly blame on the wine as you down the rest that was in the glass.
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A few minutes later, Aemma asks if someone could please go get the dessert from the refrigerator in the kitchen and Rhaenyra, being a fucking MEDDLER, offers up you and Daemon since your plates are empty, the bitch.
You can’t deny Aemma as the woman has treated you like her own since you’ve known her eldest daughter, so you agree to go to the kitchen with Daemon to fetch the dessert.
The two of you leave the dining room, footsteps echoing throughout the hall to the kitchen. Once inside, the door swings shut as you two go to the refrigerator to carefully grab the trays.
“Let’s be careful, she’d probably castrate me if we drop this.” Daemon says with a laugh, his violet eyes sparkling as they meet yours.
You can’t help but laugh at Daemon’s words, a nod following the laugh. Your own sparkling eyes meet his gorgeous violet, a slight breath leaving your lips as you see his smile.
Daemon seems to notice and so he slowly speaks, trying to get a feel of how you feel to see if he is right, “So, what were those three cornering you about not long ago?”
“Oh, uhm—…” You start to sputter, a slight nervousness in your eyes as your face flushes a dark red. “Nothing, just being nosey and invasive.” *You say with a forced laugh, a stuttering breath leaves you as you mentally scramble for right answers. You feel like a damn kid being caught in the fucking cookie jar. “A hot piece of ass cookie jar…”, your brain supplies, and you give a huff.
“Nothing? Judging by your face, it doesn’t seem like nothing.” Daemon says with a deep chuckle, the sound deep and rough. It’s not scary, not at all. Not to you, anyway.
You don’t know what to say to the man. Do you say it was all about your feelings for him? No, because why would you risk doing something so stupid. The man is 12 years your senior, why would he like you? The sparkle in his eyes when you say something funny doesn’t mean anything, does it?
You can do nothing but stare at the man, your mouth frozen in one position as you try and get your thoughts in order. You don’t know what in the fuck you’re supposed to say or do, your brain having fritzed out on you at the most inconvenient time but the next words that do come out make you want to smack the shit out of yourself, “You. It was about you.”
Daemon looks at you with surprise written all over his face, the normally stoic man not understanding what he’s supposed to do in the moment as his violet eyes stare on at you in shock with his own heart beating as fast as yours. “What?” Is all he manages to say.
You swallow harshly, your throat now feeling dry and scratchy as you decide to throw caution and go for it. What could happen, right? Your feelings could get crushed and trampled on? It’s happened before and with a few pints of ice cream and some mochi from the local Korean supermarket, you’re back to normal. It wouldn’t crush you at all if he doesn’t return what you feel, right? Wrong, so fucking wrong. But you do it anyway, unable to stop yourself from telling him.
“You, it was about you. I uh—…I have liked you for years, Daemon. I met you a handful of times but that was all it took, I thought you were handsome! I wasn’t scared of your reputation, the way you acted, Viserys warnings to be cautious about you. I get that you may not like me back, I mean you barely know me! Plus, you are a man 12 years my senior, so why would you like me?!” Is what spills out of your mouth, your words stumbling over each other as you struggle to keep your voice steady and calm. You can feel your breathing turn ragged, anxiety filling you as you stare at him. Your eyes wide and nervous, your heart thundering as fast as a deer's that got caught off guard by a set of lights. Your hands tremble as you wait for his response, the words, “Ah fuck, what have you done?”, echo through your head.
Daemon stares at you with wide eyes, shock flooding his system even more. He can’t deny his own feelings, nor can he deny the fact that he could clearly see how you felt about him. Your eyes gave it away the moment he was able to get a glance, the way they softened and the way you blinked a bit slower. Acting like a cat, in a way. A slow blink of affection. They way you’re doing now, without notice and through what’s quickly starting to develop into a panic attack. No matter how much he wants to talk, he can’t. His mouth doesn't want to move even though his brain is screaming for him to fucking SPEAK!
You, so consumed in your own inner turmoil, don’t notice his and so you ramble on, “Listen, I very much understand if you don’t like me back. I do. I will not hold it against you , nor will I spre—…mmph!” Is all you manage to get out before his lips slam into yours, your lips not moving from pure shock but after a minute and the feel of him pulling away, you quickly pull him back in by the back of his neck. Your lips moving across his slightly chapped and brother ones, the kiss slow and gentle. The only sounds are your breaths along with the soft separation of lips.
You keep your hand on the back of his neck, fingers gently fidgeting with the soft, short hairs there. Your eyes are closed as your forehead lies upon his as you slowly catch your breath, your eyes slowly opening to meet his own violet. Nose and lips brush as you speak, breaths mingling into one. “You uh—…yeah?”
“Yes, very much so. Absolutely.” Daemon says with a rapid nod, feeling like a teenage boy confessing to his first crush all over again.
You nod and smile with him, a soft laugh leaving you as you kiss him again.
Your lips stretch into a smile as a joyous laugh erupts from your throat, happiness flooding through your veins as you realize what all of this means.
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In the next five minutes, all that’s heard is Rhaenyra throwing open the door and shouting, “Yes!” along with you yelling at Rhaenyra to, “Shut the fuck up, you little twat!” before you launch a shoe of yours at the laughing Targaryen.
There will never be a dull moment in the future, you know it, but you welcome it with open arms.
Summary: Luke has a point, that’s all I can say. 🤣
Warning: Kids being kids, they certainly say the craziest things.
Note: I do want to thank many users for this inspiration, it fed my imagination! @hauntedfictionland being one, like seriously thank you! The post in particular, among many others, https://www.tumblr.com/hauntedfictionland/782533677063307264/alicent-you-are-the-father-house-of-the-dragon
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It’s a normal day in The Keep. The children are having a rare spell of getting along, but it seems Rhaenyra’s youngest has escaped nanny custody and is roaming about the castle, causing a ruckus.
Little Lucerys is ducking and hiding in various rooms to hide from his mother and his nannies. The last room just so happens to be the Queen’s chambers, the room of one Alicent Hightower. The last woman Luke truly wanted to be alone with, especially considering the anger he witnesses between his mother and her former friend/current stepmother.
Luke cautions a look over towards the Queen, both the skittish child and skittish woman making eye contact. Neither knows what to truly say to the other, mainly because Luke is only three namedays old.
Alicent was never truly good with children, not even her own, no matter how hard she tried. It’s not that she hated them; she just—…she just never truly wanted children. It also doesn’t help matters that she never loved the man who impregnated her, but she loved his daughter instead. That’s the thing she loves and hates most about her children. They looked like their half-sister, Rhaenyra, the woman she had loved since they were girls. “The Realms fucking delight.” The Queen thinks silently to herself.
Oddly enough, Alicent doesn’t truly hate Jacaerys and Lucerys for a reason akin to that. If she’s delusional enough, she can always think of them as her children and not Ser Harwin Strong’s, one of the men that stole Rhaenyra’s heart.
“Thank God it wasn’t Daemon. I’d fling myself from the highest of fucking towers if the children looked like him.” Alicent thinks silently as she and Luke stare one another down, the young toddler just as frozen as Alicent.
Luke seems to finally snap out of his shock once he realizes the Queen isn’t going to do any harm, yet anyway.
The toddler looks at Alicent and squints his eyes, a thought occurring to him as he looks into the mirror that’s beside her desk. The thought he and his older brother, Jacaerys, share.
Luke looks back to Alicent and twists his head, a look of contemplation comes across his young face. One that honestly terrifies Alicent, simply because Gods only knows what a toddler is fucking thinking.
“Are you my father?” The young prince asks innocently, his doe-brown eyes seeking answers to his innocent, and honestly very valid, question.
The Queen is stunned into silence, her own doe-brown eyes widening in shock at the boy’s question.
“Am I your what?” Alicent manages to choke out, her expression shocked and—…yeah, just absolutely fucking floored at this point.
“Are you my father?” Lucerys repeats, his little head full of fluffy brown, curly hair twisting in a puppy-like manner that does honestly mimic Alicent’s in a way.
“Why on earth would you ask that, Prince Lucerys?” Alicent asks in a shocked and breathy tone, her jaw hanging by a thread at this point.
And in all of his innocent glory and observations, to which you cannot fault a three-year-old for, he says the glaring obvious. “I have your eyes and nose! And my hair looks like yours as well! So, are you my father?”
“I—…” Alicent can’t lie to herself, she really, really wants to say yes. Honestly and truly, she wishes the answer was yes because she loves Rhaenyra and often has dreams where she is the sire to the princesses’ children. Dreams where Rhaenyra is the sire to Alicent’s children. “I am not, Lucerys. I am a woman, Dear Boy, and therefore I cannot be your father.” Comes the automatic reply from the auburn-haired woman’s mouth, words tinged with a bit of shock and hesitancy.
“Huh?” Comes the innocent reply, Luke not having a damn clue what that means.
“Ask your mother, I am not stepping into that lion’s den.” Alicent breathes out with a slight shudder, a bit of a wince in place as if picturing what would happen if she even attempted to explain that to the toddler.
It’s as if she was summoned, the harried princess flies into the room a bit out of breath with Jace darting in behind her.
“Forgive me, Alicent. And forgive Lucerys, for that matter. We did not intend to be a bother on this day. I will take the boys and go.” Rhaenyra says softly, a bit of a red hue on her porcelain complexion from slight embarrassment.
“Mother, is the Queen Jace and I’s father?” Comes yet again from Luke’s mouth, the squeaky voice completely innocent but the words flooring. It has Alicent sighing and rubbing her forehead while Rhaenyra founders like a damn fish, neither woman can say anything.
“Luke, why would you think that, darling?” Comes Rhaenyra’s stunned reply moments later, her violet eyes wide in utter shock from her youngest son’s words.
“Yeah! Is she?” Comes Jacaerys reply, the six-year-old confused and just as curious as his little brother.
“I—…I don’t—…Gods help me.” Rhaenyra whispers in mortification, her hands coming to cover her face as she slumps into an armchair. “No, boys. Alicent is not your father, simply because she cannot father children.” Comes the muffled reply, tinged in embarrassment.
The curious pair goes to speak again, but are silenced with a single look from Rhaenyra. “Go play, you two. Listen to your nannies and stay with them this time, I mean it.”
“Yes, mother.” Comes the identical reply from the two boys as they leave the Queen’s chambers, their feet dragging along the cobblestone floor.
Once they are gone, both women breathe a sigh of embarrassed relief.
“Listen, I am so—…” Rhaenyra goes to say but Alicent’s voice blends with her’s, both women talking over each other by accident. Once they both get their minds right, Alicent kindly gestures for Rhaenyra to go first.
“I’m sorry, Alicent. I am so sorry he ran in here and stared asking those questions, truly.” Rhaenyra says in embarrassment, her cheeks still tinged red.
“It is alright, Rhaenyra. No harm was done, just a very healthy dose of awkwardness.” Alicent says with a soft chuckle, her own cheeks tinted pink.
Rhaenyra nods, and here comes the awkward silence, both women not knowing what to say. So Rhaenyra stands with a nod and heads for the door. Her fingers work against each other as she tries to self-soothe from the sheer awkwardness of the moment.
As Rhaenyra opens the door, Alicent speaks softly, “I often do wish they were mine, and mine were yours. Maybe they can be one day.”
Rhaenyra halts and can’t help the thoughts of hope that speed through her mind, her brain working a tad overtime to process all the words. Once they do, a dopey-like smile comes across her face as she cuts her eyes to Alicent, “One day, Ali. One day.” She whispers to the woman she has loved since they were girls, to the woman she is sure to love in every lifetime there is.
They give each other shy smiles before Rhaenyra walks out, a thought flickering through Alicent’s head as she watches the women she has loved, and will always love, stroll from the door. “My father was wrong. Therefore, I will not beg and cleave to Rhaenyra. I will be the first to kneel to her, the first to whisper my devotion once more. Your hold is no longer, father. For you were wrong.”
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Time Skip, 11 years.
Viserys has died, and Rhaenyra has ascended without trouble. Alicent had been the first to kneel but the one to crown her.
“I love you, and I love our children, always.” Comes the whispered words as the crown is laid upon Rhaenyra’s head, a look of pure love and devotion shining in her and Alicent’s eyes.
“We were so right.” Luke whispers to Jace as they kneel for their mother along with their uncles and aunt, or rather their—whatever they are in this damn wreath.
“Completely.” Jace whispers back with a smirk on his face, head bowed to his new Queen.
What they don’t know won’t hurt them. They live in a time where dragons exist, as does magic. You never know what the power of your deepest desires may unleash, but maybe you will if you open your eyes and mind. Just look at their children, oh the power it has without one’s knowledge.
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Bounus
From that day forth, Lucerys, Jacaerys, and even Joffrey jokingly refer to Alicent as their father any time they address her, to which they earn a slight exasperated but fond groan from the woman.
Warnings: Sex toys, face sitting, fingering, swearing, mentions of spanking, age gap, kinda toxic relationships
A/N: All characters are 18+! minors DNI
Thank you @starogeorgina for helping me come up with this fic and for beta reading as well
Posting a one-shot for now, but I do love the idea of this fic and will be making multiple parts for it!
Alicent was a twisted woman.
She enjoys toying with you, knowing that you would harass yourself for days at a time trying not to break one of her invisible rules. At the start of the war, you were sent to court to marry one of the former queen's sons; with her only daughter dead by taking her life, Alicent now had three to choose from.
Aegon, her eldest, was either known as king or usurper, depending on where your loyalties were. Her second eldest, Prince Aemond, was known as a kinslayer, and her youngest son, Prince Daeron, was known for his kindness, or so his uncle Gwayne said.
You had subtly expressed your preference for it to be Daeron, but Alicent was yet to pick; instead, she was keeping you close as her whore.
It started off with her staring at you a little longer than necessary, small touches, and fleeting glances at your breasts and behind.
Then it progressed.
If your dress was too low-cut, Alicent would pinch your nipples as punishment and then kiss them better. If you acted too ‘flirtatious’ with someone at court, she would spank your ass until it was raw, and if your cunt was dripping with arousal, she would put her fingers inside you as punishment to prove how sinful you are. If you talked out of turn, you’d spend the majority of the night with your head buried between Alicent’s thighs, devouring her cunt.
Even now, as you take the full length of the curved toy placed between her legs, the thick strap-on that parts your slick folds so perfectly, she would find a way to make it seem like a punishment, an act that was necessary.
A soft moan escapes your lips. The more you move your hips, the deeper the toy goes inside you. Once you’ve found a comfortable rhythm and picked up the pace, you pin Alicent’s hands above her head while continuing to bounce up and down, enjoying the way her breasts sway. Although she was older, Alicent still had an innocent beauty complemented by her soft features. Her long red curls, dark brown eyes and pouty lips… you wished to kiss her every day.
“Oh, gods.
The vibrations from the strap-on put pressure on your clit as you ride it, making your orgasm come fast and hard. After you climax, you position yourself above Alicent’s face, lowering your dripping wet pussy over her mouth. She immediately begins lapping at your juices, swirling her tongue around your sensitive clit.
“I need to feel more of you.” You let go of Alicent’s wrist and reposition yourself so that you’re still sitting on her face but are facing the opposite way.
Alicent resumes tasting you with her skilled tongue, causing you to squirm on her face. Reaching down, you start to massage her breasts. When she moans into your pussy, your fingers trail lower, teasing along her inner thighs before you slip them into her wet cunt.
Alicent’s muffled cries of pleasure vibrating through your core as she chases her own release beneath you.
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Sighing, Alicent tenderly brushes hair out of your face as you cup one breast in your hand, kneading it gently before leaning down to take the nipple into your mouth. You suck on it slowly, swirling your tongue around the hardened peak while using your other hand to massage her other breast.
There’s a sadness in her voice as she says, “This can’t happen again.”
She says this every time, and then you repeat the same routine a few nights later.
Your saliva glistens on her breast when you let it fall from your mouth. “It is wrong for us to be like this, your grace, but I’m unsure we can stay apart for long.”
Sounds of pleasure pass Alicent’s lips as you continue to massage her breast, your thumb tracing over her nipple. Her thighs press together.
“Do not deny it, my queen; you’ve delayed making a choice because you want me for yourself.”
She runs the pad of her thumb over your cheek, “You will soon be my daughter-in-law; it is twisted.”
Warning: Fluff, just fluff like they deserve. Give my girls some happiness. 😭
Translation: Muña=Mother in High Valyrian
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Rhaenyra and Alicent have just become mothers for the very first time to a little bundle of joy (terror) to which they named Aegon.
The pregnancy and birth were a bit of a nightmare but oh so worth it, especially when they see all the little milestones Aegon is already hitting.
Today is a day where the two women can finally settle into a perfect rhythm following a few days of stressful misunderstandings and blunders. The misunderstandings and blunders are a given when becoming new parents.
Alicent comes through the nursery door and looks over at Rhaenyra as the blonde holds their newborn son, Aegon, and smiles, her doe-brown eyes filling with pure love, adoration, and tears for the Targaryen and their new babe.
“Babe, what are you staring at?” Rhaenyra asks with a chuckle, violet eyes flickering to her teary eyed wife.
“Nothing, just you and Aegon. Look at you both, it’s such a beautiful sight.“ Alicent says, her voice growing squeaky with tears.
“Babe, I’m the one who just pushed the baby out of my vagina, and you’re the one crying?” Rhaenyra asks with a grin, a soft giggle building in the back of her throat.
“I’m sorry, I’m just so happy! I’m with the woman I love, we have a tiny little son, and oh my god, he just pissed on you!” Alicent starts all teary-eyed, her voice squeaky and hands moving to fan the tears but quickly dissolves into a snorting cackle.
“Dude, come on! Not cool, Eggy!” Rhaenyra says with a grimace, a laugh leaving her lips as she looks down at Aegon with a scrunched-up face.
“This is great!” Alicent says through giggles as she films the whole interaction, her hand covering her mouth so she can calm herself a tad and film.
“Aliiiiiii, get over here and get your son!” Rhaenyra says with a huff, trying to sound authoritative and cranky even though she’s also fighting a laugh.
“Fine, fine! Give me our little terror. I’ll diaper and clothe him.” Alicent says with a laugh, carefully grabbing the tiny one-week-old and cradling him to her chest.
“Thank you, sweetheart. I’m going to go cha-…HA!” Rhaenyra goes to say as she moves from in front of the bassinet, her voice halting and turning into a bark of laughter as Aegon nails Alicent right between the eyes.
“No! Ewwwww! Whyyyyy?! Aegon, are-…are you smiling? Rhaenyra, is he smiling? I think you’re smiling!” Alicent sputters as she keeps a gentle hand on the babe as he lies on the changing table, his already violet eyes peering up unfocused as his mouth twitches into a smile.
“Payback is a BITCH, babe! Oh, you’re right, he is smiling! HA! Good boy, Eggy! Give Mummy a bit of payback for laughing at Muña.” Rhaenyra giggles out as she coos over the babe, giggles turning to snickers as Alicent scrubs her forehead with a baby wipe while muttering to herself.
“Like mother, like son. He’s going to be just like you, always getting a kick out of terrorizing me. You are so lucky I love you both, so lucky.” The brown-eyed woman says as she mutters, a soft smile twitching at the corner of her lip as her eyes cut to her wife and son.
“I am lucky, but I do have a feeling he will terrorize us both. But we’re in it together. Yeah?” Rhaenyra says with a soft and loving look in her violet eyes, her nose gently nuzzling with Alicent’s as she smiles at the auburn-haired woman.
“Yeah, we are.” Alicent whispers with a soft smile, sealing the promise with a gentle kiss. Alicent’s eyes fluttering at the gentle touch of Rhaenyra’s lips, a contented sigh leaving her as she realizes she has all she’s ever wanted right here at her fingertips: Rhaenyra and their little boy, Alicent’s own little family who loves her unconditionally.
Aegon gets restless, a soft cry leaving his lips to get the attention of his two mothers.
The women pull apart with soft giggles, their eyes turning to the squirming little babe. Alicent quickly diapers and clothes him while Rhaenyra goes to change her shirt, carefully picking the baby up when she’s done clothing him.
“Let’s meet your Muña downstairs. We can all have cuddle time on the couch, our little dragon.” Alicent says softly as she maneuvers from the room and down the steps, a gentle but firm hold on Aegon who lies happily in her arm.
The two women meet downstairs and settle in on the couch, Aegon getting transferred to Rhaenyra so she can feed him.
“I love you, Alicent. Always and forever.” Rhaenyra says to her wife with a smile as she leans her back against Alicent’s front, her shirt unbuttoned and the hungry little glutton latching onto her breast immediately, her head dropping into the spot between Alicent’s shoulder and neck. She raises her head to press a soft but lingering kiss to Alicent’s jawline, settling back down with a happy sigh and a small, soft smile as she too is finally at peace.
“Always and forever, my love. Always and forever.” Alicent whispers with a soft smile and brown eyes filled to the brim with love, her head titling to lay gently against Rhaenyra’s as her hand comes up to run oh so carefully across Aegon’s head as he feeds.
The two women settle down with their little boy, happy and content smiles on their faces as they are ready to face anything as long as they have each other. But one thing that both women were right about: Aegon is certainly going to have his fun in terrorizing his two mothers as he gets older. They don’t mind though; they love their son with everything and would deal with everything times infinity as long as they have each other. Especially when they add to the family five more times.
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