#rhaenrya x reader

[alwritey-aphrodite]

when i end up writing a fem!knight fanfic for rhaenerya can y'all at least pretend to be surpised??

[tamayakii]

//NSFW

Rhaenrya’s the type of girl to eat you out until you can’t form a sentence, pull back n press her cheek into your inner thigh and start slapping ur cunny 🫶🏻 all the while going “shh, sh sh sh” shushing you as if she’s not over riding your cunt and brain, AND she has a lil evil smirk too as she does it 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[butterflypeatea3456]

Soft yan!Ser Criston Cole x Reader x Soft yan!Rhaenyra HC

Part 1

Warning: Unhealthy relationship, minor wounds, you know the drill

Criston Cole only had eyes for the princess. Not the young ladies she often accompanied, especially not you. The one he met because of her. The girl who was often linked arm and arm with Rhaenyra. He didn't notice the toothy grins you'd shoot at him, or your challenging gaze whenever you were forbidden to do something. Or the small pricks in your fingers and hands. The sample sizes of fine fabrics you always had stuffed in your pockets. He was a loyal guard to the heir of the Iron Throne.

Rhaenyra first laid eyes on you while pouring wine into a Lord's cup. It was hard not to notice the only other women in the room. There you were standing behind your uncle's chair, in a soft bluish-purple gown. It was a relatively simple dress so to speak, but the design, the colors, and jewels made it a work of art. Her gaze traveled up your figure till she met your eye. It her by surprise when you walked over, greeting her warmly, by holding both her hands.

Former Lady Alicent, now Queen and you were never particularly close. Content on spending time together whenever Rhaenyra was involved. You'd be a fool not to notice the growing rift between the two since Alicent married the King. You spent many nights consoling Rhaenyra, from the loss of their friendship, the stress of being heir, and fears that her father was replacing her. And that one day you would leave her through death like her mother or fade away like Alicent. "You truly are the only one I have left"

You pulled Criston aside more than once to make sure you both were doing your best supporting her. The amount of care you showed warmed his heart. A part of him yearned to be as close as Rhaenyra was to you. But would be improper and fuel rumors that could hurt you both. Your family might take you away from King's Landing, and that wasn't an option. "Of course my lady we need to stay close by"

When rumor's started flying around the castle about Prince Daemon taking Rhaenyra's maidenhood, the first thing you did was confront her. She confessed as soon as you pressed her, that it was not Daemon she bedded but Ser Cole. Small jabs of jealousy pricked at you, but deep down you could not tell who you were jealous of. But that didn't stop you from defending her at every turn. Whether it caused a scene or not. Those actions set Rhaenyra's love for you in stone. You were the only one that fought for her. You didn't look at her any differently like Alicent had, or was furious like Visery's.

Your defense of Cole was more subtle. Knowing very well what breaking his oath and laying with the princess would mean for him. Though Criston did very much notice your soft passive aggressiveness when you first found out. He tried not to let it get to him until he couldn't. Finally, you fessed up when he confronted you alone in the halls. Leaning in your warm breath tingled his ear as you revealed what you knew. His heart dropped, you knew of his worst deed. Seeing the dreadful look on his face, you swore secrecy to him. Going as far as to prick your finger with a sewing needle. His gloved reached yours as he planted a soft kiss on your hand. But it didn't stop the small seed of anger at Rhaenyra for ruining his good image to you.

You don't know where things went wrong. But somewhere along the line things went very wrong. It was like the trio of you, Criston, and Rhaenyra evaporated overnight. As cordial as they both were in front of you. It was hard to ignore the bitter looking being thrown around. And the fact that they were no longer speaking. You were practically with Rhaenyra 24/7 afterwords. And Criston started appearing by Alicent's side more and more. In your heart you knew that things would never be the same between you three. And it was only a matter of time before things reached a boiling point.

[grimmbunniee]

I love house of the dragon and it’s reader insert fanfics, but it’s so hard to put myself in reader insert stories when you guys explicitly make the reader white. It’s like I gotta put on whitesona. Like I wanna see more of Cory’s and Rhaenys daughter, Daemon and Laenas daughter or since it’s been confirmed that Rhaenrya’s and Laenor tried for kids let the reader be the that child. How about reader from Yi-Ti for my East Asian readers or Naath!reader since naath is full of black people. How about a Dorne!reader, or a reader from Lys or the Free cities since we saw black people in GOT series. It’s 2022 BIPOC shouldn’t be asking for inclusion when it comes to fanfics.

[drakari-pykiros]

Princess Rhaenrya x Lady Beesbury

The pair can often be found stealing cakes from the kitchens and hiding in the godswood

[butterflypeatea3456]

Soft yan!Rhaenyra x Reader HC

Part 2, Warning: Yandere stuff

Young Rhaenyra was glad to have another girl her age around. It didn’t matter that you came from a smaller house, not known for its wealth, dragons, ships, or land. But from its trade being known to have bred and taught some of the best clothing makers in Westeros. Which is why you traveled all the way to King’s Landing. You had skill in the family craft that no one could deny, taking on larger projects. And your parents were thrilled that you got along so well with the crown princess. So well in fact Viserys welcomed you to stay, noticing his daughter’s joy around you. Her first request was that you modified her gowns and riding tunics. It was an excuse to get to know you more as you spent hours together. Discussing her preference on colors, themes, and fabrics. But really Rhaenyra’s favorite creations of yours were the hand-done embroidery. The effort and uniqueness of each design had her enthralled.

 You spent much time with many people while creating the gowns or suites of their dreams. But none seemed as interested in your craft as Rhaenyra. She’d smile and let you ramble on about all the boring details. Made an effort to get to know you better as well. This daring, charming Targaryen had slowly started to win over your favor. You took joy in making her laugh while taking measurements, then gently scolding her to stay still. And she enjoyed flying you over the ocean on dragon's back. How your arms would tighten around her waist when Syrax flew too fast. Chin resting on her shoulder humming along. 

 Rhaenyra made something in you flutter. So much so that you didn’t notice how your usual clients slowly stopped requesting you. People around the castle that you’d start to become close to would stop speaking to you. Or how not a single man but her guard approached you. However, Rhaenyra felt no guilt in making these things happen. You were her friend, and no one else’s. You promised to stay by her side no matter what, on the nights you both snuck out together. Where she’d lean on you, and let you play with her white locks. But deep down you both knew that one day, your families would arrange for you both to be wed. But not to each other, the men of their choosing. When she was to ascend the throne, Rhaenyra decided that she would make you her personal dressmaker and lady-in-waiting. Your future husband could be ”dealt with” swiftly. And if you had any children by that time she’d adore them, and they’d be given titles and positions in court. She’d hope that they’d be every bit as talented and wonderful as you were. 

 Rhaenyra could not believe the offer Criston made. For him, her, and you to run away to Dorne and live as commoners. To leave your family, the throne, and everything behind. Without even considering the possibility that another arrangement could be made. But no, he just couldn’t set his pride aside. Even she wasn’t foolish enough to think that you’d just drop your family and craft to run away. Rhaenyra wasn’t going to risk asking. She’d never do anything that could push you away, she wasn’t having that at all. Her feelings for you were becoming too big to hide. The way she held you like a lover when chaos was unfolding at her and Laenor’s wedding. It was a matter of time before people would start catching on, though a few cut tongues could slow the rumors down.   

 However, it didn’t stop your family from worrying about your safety. Especially with your bad habit of jumping right in the middle of conflict. Which is what landed you with a maester stitching up the gash on your shoulder. You were to inherit the business from your uncle and aunt. Since they were not able to conceive a child in their old age. Although you had a younger male cousin, a boy of 4. It would be many years before he could learn the craft and be knowledgeable enough to take over. So you were the obvious choice since no one wanted to wait that long. But that meant leaving one day, leaving Rhaenyra. 

[drakari-pykiros]

Modern Young Rhaenrya Moodboard

[butterflypeatea3456]

Yandere! Alicent x Yandere! Rhaenyra x Reader x Yandere! Criston

Part 3

It was very worrying when your suiters and admirers started to disappear. Your Father started to worry that there was no one willing to marry you. You had an inkling of why they all started avoiding you, but you wouldn’t dare mention it. Ser Cole had a dark side to him, one everyone saw first hand at Rhaenyra’s wedding. 

That night he had begged for your forgiveness. As shocked as you were something about his sad dark eyes drew you back in. 

When Alicent was with child, you were practically glued to her side. She practically shooed away every man that glanced at you. Citing that she needed you more than anyone else did. You warmed up at her bold words as she blushed. You were so gentle with Alicent. It reminded her of the days when she was just Lady Alicent. She never wanted you to leave the Palace. 

Rhaenyra and you no longer snuck around the castle as often as you once did. But anytime you found yourself alone. She’d whisk you away on Syrax. And take you to the clouds with her arms wrapped around you. So tightly at times, especially when you mentioned your Father’s betrothal plans for you. Times like this you remembered that dragons were possessive in nature. And the blood of the dragon ran thick in the Princess.

One evening Alicent invited you to her chambers. To your surprise Criston and Rhaenrya were present. They informed you of what Otto Hightower proposed. Your face instantly dropped, knowing full well that the Hand had ulterior motives with every move he made.

Criston took your hand in a comforting gesture. “Do not worry Y/n we’ve devised a plan to keep you” Alicent sweetly said. Rhaenrya nodded informing you of the marriage plan. You simply stood in shock taking in the information. Three of the most powerful and influential people in the Kingdom stared at you, lovestruck.

It was a little intimidating, but you agreed. Knowing that they could provide you with a well-off life and companionship. Rhaenrya promised that your future children would receive the royal treatment, as would you. Criston insisted he’d be completely devoted to you and always keep you out of harm’s way. And that the marriage would certainly be a loving one. That’d he’d never let anyone come between you both. 

A whole new life was at your fingertips and only a fool would reject the offer.

And that is how your new life started as a married woman. And a shared noble lady in waiting for the Princess and Queen. Almost instantly after the wedding they lavishly spoiled you. Mentioned you like a certain color of a gown, instantly your closet would expand. All sorts of jewels and hair pieces would adorn your body at all times. Doted on endlessly. As the years flew by Alicent, Rhaenrya, and Criston still had the occasional bicker. Usually over who would take you to bed that night ;)