Can i request Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra daughter reader where reader finds Alicent crying and upset and comforts her and they end up fucking, viserys lives longer in this story so reader is of age
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Alicent Hightower x Fem!Rhaenyra’s Daughter Reader
Warnings: Smut, pseudo-incest
An: I made the reader bastardphobic so she and Alicent would have something in common + slight Viserys bashing cause he’s an easy target. Also I fear this isn't my best work but I wanted to get it done before I got on this plane I'm so sorry anon. And no title cause I couldn’t come up with one :<
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The halls of the Red Keep were suffocating. The stone walls that once held warmth now pressed in like a cage, trapping you in a place that had never felt like home. Not truly.
You had grown up watching your mother fight for a crown that should have been hers by right, but you had never been one for politics. If anything, you hated the crown for how it affected you. As the third eldest, between Lucerys and Joffrey, you were never in the running for the throne. Because of this, you had watched your brothers be doted upon by your grandsire while you were met with indifference. Viserys had always claimed to love his family, yet his love was selective—reserved for Rhaenyra when it suited him, for her sons—not your brothers. It was obvious that those three bastards weren’t fully your kin; they lacked the Velaryon look, which made you even more bitter.
You were an afterthought.
Dinner had been a disaster.
It had begun with good intentions. A rare gathering between the two sides of the royal family, with Viserys at the head of the table, sick but determined to keep the peace. Your mother sat to one side of him, her sons(you refused to call them your brothers) at her side, while Queen Alicent and her children sat on the other. And you? You had been placed awkwardly between them, the unacknowledged daughter, a silent observer.
At first, Viserys made an effort to speak to everyone, offering smiles and words of affection. But as the evening wore on, it became painfully obvious where his heart lay.
He toasted about your mother first, calling her his “beloved daughter” with a voice thick with emotion. He praised her strength, her wisdom. Then he turned to Jace, to Luke, even to little Joffrey, his eyes bright with pride. He called them the future of the realm, their mother’s legacy. You grinded your teeth
But when it came time to acknowledge Alicent’s children—his flesh and blood—he hesitated. Aegon received a passing remark, Aemond was barely acknowledged, and Helaena was forgotten altogether.
And you? You were not even worth a glance.
You had expected it. But Alicent had not.
You could see the way her fingers curled against the tablecloth, knuckles white with tension. The way her lips pressed together, there was a flicker of pain in her eyes. But the look disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced by a carefully schooled expression.
Viserys did not love her children the way he loved Rhaenyra’s. The same way he did not care for you as he did those bastards.
By the time the meal had ended, Alicent excused herself, her composure was barely intact. No one else seemed to notice—no one except you.
Which was how you found yourself here now, in the dim lighting of the sept, watching as the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms sat hunched before the altar, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
You maybe should have left her alone. Instead, you stepped forward, your voice low.
“He doesn’t see you either, does he?”
Alicent sucked in a sharp breath and turned, her eyes red-rimmed.
“Princess,” she said, her voice raw. “You should not be here at this hour.”
“I could say the same to you.”
She looked away, fingers clutching at the folds of her dress. “It is not seemly for a queen to cry.”
“Perhaps,” you agreed, stepping closer. “But it is not kingly for a husband to shun his wife and children either”
Without asking, you sat beside her, just as you had before. The silence stretched between you, heavy and unspoken. You let it.
When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. “I have done everything for him. I have given him sons, ruled in his absence, and upheld his peace. And still, he…” She trailed off, shaking her head.
“He loves my mother more.” The words left your mouth before you could stop them.
Alicent exhaled sharply as if struck. “Yes,” she admitted, closing her eyes. “I expected it, yes, but I did not know that he would make it so… apparent.”
For a long moment, neither of you spoke.
Then, carefully, you reached for her Gran hand. It was cold beneath your touch, tense with grief.
“I understand how you feel,” you murmured. “He ignores me for my mother's sons.”
“Your mother's sons,” Alicent said “Your brothers?”
“No, her sons” you corrected
Alicent nodded, the weight of it unspoken but understood.
You bumped your shoulder against hers in a quiet gesture of comfort. “He’s a fool for ignoring you. I think you’re quite the catch.”
“Do not call your grandfather a fool,” Alicent chided, but her tone was lighter than before, and there was the faintest smile on her lips.
Perhaps, for the first time in both your lives, neither of you were alone.
After that night in the sept, something seemed to shift.
It was subtle—fleeting glances across the dining hall, hushed conversations in the gardens where no one could overhear. You began spending more time with your step-grandmother than with your own mother. You told yourself it was all to spite Viserys. If he would not be there for either of you, then you would be there for each other. You began to favor your uncles and aunt over your supposed ‘brothers’
Every lingering look, every quiet moment spent in Alicent’s company was just another way to claim what Viserys never gave you. He did not notice, of course. And neither did Rhaenyra, too busy with preserving her image in a realm that did not want her on the throne.
But that excuse grew harder to believe with each passing day.
The Queen had always been a picture of restraint, bound by her duties and devotion. But with you, she was something else—unguarded and sometimes even tender.
It was late one evening when she was the one to seek you out. Usually, it was the other way around.
You were seated by the fire, staring at the flames, when she slipped inside your chambers without a word. The door shut with a soft click.
You turned to her, unsurprised by her entrance. “Another difficult night?” you asked, watching as she hesitated by the threshold.
She exhaled, nodding. “Aegon went out into the city again. Aemond is…being Aemond. And Helaena” She sighed, rubbing her temple. “She isn’t speaking again. And the King doesn’t care about any of it.”
Your lips curled into something bitter. “As expected.”
A silence settled between you, thick with tension.
“Maybe you should not be too harsh on him,” you said “After all his old age is getting the best of him, soon he will forget about my mother and her bastards too” You were trying to get her to smile but she didn’t
Then, slowly, Alicent stepped closer. “You are not like your brothers,” she murmured, almost to herself.
You snorted “Of course not I have my Valyrian hair and they have Ser Strong’s features”
She shook her head. “Yes, but you are sharper. You see things they do not.”
You grew silent, watching her carefully. “And what is it that you see, my Queen?”
For a moment, she said nothing. Then, in a move so hesitant yet deliberate, she reached out, brushing her fingers along your wrist. It was such a small thing, a ghost of a touch, yet it sent something molten curling in your gut.
You should not want her to stay.
But neither of you moved away. It was inevitable, really.
Instead, you reached up, your fingers tracing the soft skin of her wrist, feeling the rapid pulse beneath. “This is a dangerous thing ,” you murmured.
“Yes,” she whispered, but she did not pull away.
You could have ended it then. You could have laughed, let go, pretended none of this had ever happened.
But instead, you lifted her hand to your lips, pressing the faintest kiss to her fingertips.
Alicent inhaled sharply. “This is madness,” she said, but her voice was trembling, her body swaying ever so slightly toward yours.
Your lips curled. “Then tell me to stop.”
She opened her mouth, but no words came.
And that was answer enough.
When you pressed your lips against hers, she didn’t pull away, but she was awfully stiff, so you pulled back.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want—”
“No, no,” Alicent cut you off. “It’s just that…” She sighed and trailed off. How was she supposed to explain that, as a 30-year-old woman who had been married for 15 years, she had little experience with kissing or lovemaking beyond simply lying there and taking it?
“It’s okay,” you said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll go slow.”
You kissed again, and you led her toward your bed. Despite your promise to take things slow, you couldn’t help but slip your tongue into her mouth when she moaned. As she fell back onto the bed, her fingers dug into your shoulders, pulling you down with her.
You took your time, pressing kisses along her jaw, neck, and shoulders. The low neckline of her dress granted easy access. Your fingers traced the intricate designs of her bodice before reaching for the lace at the back, the delicate ties holding it all together. You paused, looking up at her for confirmation.
That was all you needed. You tugged at the laces, and the dress fell apart surprisingly easily. More of her skin was revealed, and you eagerly returned to kissing her skin. You pulled her dress off leaving her in her shift but you discarded that as well.
You had to keep yourself from letting out an embarrassing moan as her body was revealed to you. Alicent's breasts were full and round, she had slight weight to her due to her multiple pregnancies, and her thighs were thick and shapely but you couldn’t keep your eyes from the auburn bush in between her legs, she was exquisite.
Your mouth latched onto her breast sucking and teething on them as if you were a babe. Hands flew to your hair as you did so “Ah—” Alicent tugged on your hair but that only encouraged you. As you sucked on one breast you fondled the other, you switched back and forth between sucking and fondling her breast never staying on one for too long.
You looked up at Alicent to see that her head was tilted back, her eyes were closed, and she was red in the face. She tugged on your hair again to get you to continue. “Please…” you obeyed.
You dragged your tongue down Alicent’s stomach which caused her to shiver “You seemed quite experienced in these sorts of things princess” she said in an almost accusatory tone
You chuckled, slightly nervous. You may or may not have snuck out into the slimier side of the city a few times, sometimes with Aegon. “I assure you, grandmother, I am untouched and my maidenhead is still intact. But do you have any right to judge, considering our current situation?”
Alicent pushed your head down, her face was even more red “Do not call me that while we are like this…please”
You smiled as you kissed your way down her stomach, licking at a stretch mark on the way before reaching where Alicent really needed you.
You gave her cunt an experimental lick, she tasted salty and a bit tangy but you liked it. You gave a few more catlicks before diving in completely. You found the hard point of Alicent’s clit and began to lap at it with the flat of your tongue.
“Oh—oh” Alicent whined “Oh gods!”
That spurred you on, the pious Alicent Hightower calling out the Lord's name in vain because of you? You kept going, swirling your tongue and sucking on her cilt. Alicent’s hips bucked but you kept them down forcing her to take it. The queen’s legs clamped around your head, you could barely breathe but you would be happy to die like this
It didn't take much longer, after you gave her a hard suck on her clit Alicent came apart with loud noises. You were afraid a guard would hear and enter the room, so when you pulled away, you quickly kissed her to silence her.
As Alicent trembled beneath you, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps, you traced your fingers along her flushed skin, grounding her back to reality. You had expected her to push you away now that the haze of pleasure had cleared, but instead, she clung to you, her hands fisting the fabric of your nightgown as though afraid you might vanish.
“I should not have done that,” she murmured against your lips, but she did not move away.
You smiled, brushing a damp strand of auburn hair from her flushed face. “And yet, here we are.”
She swallowed hard, her green eyes dark with something unreadable. Guilt, perhaps. Longing.
“Will you regret it?” you asked, voice softer now. “Come morning, will you pretend this never happened?” Will you ignore me like the king does now?
Alicent exhaled shakily, her fingers tracing the bare skin of your arm in absent patterns. “I do not know,” she admitted. “I have spent my life doing what is right, what is expected. But with you, I…” She trailed off, eyes searching yours.
You did not press her for more. Instead, you kissed her—soft and slow, without urgency. A promise rather than a demand.
“You do not have to decide tonight,” you whispered against her lips. “But when you do, know that I will not let you go so easily.”
A shiver ran through her, though not from cold.
As the embers in the hearth started to die down, you held her close, the weight of duty and consequence momentarily forgotten in the quiet safety of your chambers. Whatever tomorrow brought—whether she chose to embrace this or push you away—you would not regret this night.
And judging by the way Alicent’s fingers remained laced with yours, neither would she
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An: I still think I’m pretty awful at writing smut but I’ll never get better unless a try!
