#alisaria

[noheteroexplanation]

"Exploring their own womanhood in ways that are foreign to Alicent." — Right, right, so she will be lezzing out then, I got the message loud and clear<3

[stanniscent]

alisaria is real good crack ship yuri because it’s just like alicole expect mysaria has a grip on reality. which criston does not. also crazy that they both fucked rhaenyra and alicent can only wonder what her alpha tasted like when she kisses them. hashtag real lovers

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Alicent, Rhaenyra, and Mysaria (Find Their Dragonfire)

Alicent stumbles to her feet, and Rhaenyra reaches out to take Alicent’s hand in hers, her long fingers tender against Alicent's bitten, destroyed nails—and the bandages that encircle them.

But also, they skate across the healing scar on her forearm.

When King’s Landing fell, when Aemond’s death was announced, when Aemond’s Kingsguard turned on Alicent and Helaena and locked them up, Alicent’s wrist was sliced in the chaos.

They had a maester come in and stitch up the mess, but now, Alicent sees the scar that she left in Rhaenyra’s forearm all of those years ago, that reminder of the night where the king was ready to give Rhaenyra everything and the wife that had stood by his side for so long not a damn thing at all.

Alicent’s son, for whatever he turned into, for the cruelties that he displayed, was still her son, and she never gave him the justice that he ached for against Rhaenyra's boy.

Alicent is going to have to live with that fact for the rest of her life. The fact that she failed. The fact that her son’s bones have never been properly dredged from beneath the God’s Eye and likely never will.

But both of the sons in question are dead, now. A wound, a scar, an ache that will take so much to ever properly stitch shut.

But perhaps— 

Perhaps a chance at healing.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, i'm a sad shell of a woman and i've got maggots for brains

Written for Day Twenty-Eight of @monthlywritingchallenges' MoonJune: Solitude.

[targcooker]

unburdened and free

flower shop au

my first alisaria (alicent x mysaria) fanfic chapter 1 is out now on ao3 — meet her; see her

[noheteroexplanation]

Wishful thinking for season 3 :)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alicent Hightower/Mysaria | Lady Misery, Alicent Hightower/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Hightower/Mysaria | Lady Misery/Rhaenyra Targaryen Characters: Alicent Hightower, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Mysaria | Lady Misery (A Song of Ice and Fire) Additional Tags: Lesbian Alicent Hightower, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, set during the Queen in Chains era, hints of Rhaenyra the Cruel, Dubious Consent, Religious Guilt, Anal Fingering, Humiliation Kink, Voyeurism, Dacryphilia Summary:

Rhaenyra leans back, getting comfortable in her chair as if it is just another throne for her to claim. While exuding the confidence of somebody who has come to expect her commands to be followed, she orders, “Now kiss.”

Alicent stutters out a feeble objection, “Excuse me?”

Rhaenyra doesn’t deign to respond, sitting alarmingly still and silent. Judging her and finding her wanting. All Alicent can hear is the loud ringing of bells, echoing around in her head like the city is falling all over again. She casts a sidelong glance at Mysaria who seems to be just as flabbergasted by the suggestion.

Or: After Alicent and Mysaria have one too many arguments during the small council meetings, Rhaenyra obliges them to make peace through unconventional methods.

[stanniscent]

# my fics

A Song of Ice and Fire

Littermates. Rated G (1.400 words). A series of vignettes and character studies featuring the Starklings + Theon Greyjoy. 5/5

Stone Fence. Rated T (738 words). Stannis & Renly study in a Modern Setting AU (inspired by The Haunting of Hill House). 1/1

Silver Light. Rated T (369 words). Daenerys/Irri drabble with Daario mention. 1/1

Frostbite. Rated M (3.248 words). Catelyn/Roose vampire au post Red Wedding. 1/2

House of the Dragon

I love you never felt like any blessing. Rated E (4.681 words). Alicent/Mysaria fic post Rhaenyra's death. 2/2

There is always the return. Rated G (116 words). Alicent & Daeron character study drabble. 1/1

A Seed for Sorrow. Rated M (5.054 words). Alicent and Criston centric fic about Rhaenyra and Alicent/Viserys marriage. Heavy Rhaenicent. Slight Alicole. 2/2

[noheteroexplanation]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Alicent remains standing. She likes Mysaria’s hand on her skin. Her own skin has felt cold since it happened. She can’t seem to get warm. Silence lingers between them as they stand in the middle of the room. She knows Mysaria is waiting for her to speak, for her signal to know what to do. Her thumb rubs circles into Alicent’s wrist just below the golden chain. A shaky breath enters her lungs. Her mouth opens and closes. She can’t form words. (What do you say to the person you visit to hurt you and give you pleasure after half your heart has died? Her name is a nagging reminder that loops in her head. Helaena.)

“I-I…” Alicent swallows thickly and tries again, “I need you to hit me, hurt me.” (Punish me. My fault, my fault, my fault.)

Or: the chapter where Helaena dies and Alicent seeks out sexual punishment to deal with her grief.

[noheteroexplanation]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The weight of Mysaria’s hands leaves her body. She is left with just the weight of the chains around her neck and her wrists. Alicent turns slightly to see her head of shiny black hair move gracefully between all the nobility of the Realm. She follows as if she is being pulled along by a leash.

I posted a second chapter for my Alicent/Mysaria smut fic. Hope y'all enjoy! <3