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oknowkiss · 2 years

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fic post: acts of service

today, if you somehow haven’t heard, is @nv-md’s 1 year fanniversary! it feels wild to me that it’s only been a year. ali is such a presence in this fandom, always so enthusiastic and kind and sincere. i feel like every other fic i read, i see ali’s name attached to it, because she’s an ever flowing fountain of goodness, always out here helping people. if not with a beta read then with words of encouragement and advice and her contagious joy.

she has such a passion for writing, and you can tell just by reading her work. her microfics are filled with creativity and humor and love, and her longer works are each one to die for, like opening up a box of chocolates and realizing it’s full of all your favorites. i haven’t finished coming her back catalog yet because, quite honestly, i’m savoring the experience. she’s got vampires AND cowboys??? yes please. and i bet each one is hot and emotional and lovely, because everything she writes is!!

ali has been so welcoming as i’ve become more active in this fantastic drarry community (i can’t believe it’s only been ~2 months? seems fake), so to celebrate her one year fanniversary, i wanted to write her a little something based on something she said that stuck with me, which is that “harry deserves to be taken care of, always.”

i think i’d agree with that, and it turns out draco does too, so here you go:

ACTS OF SERVICE Rating: E (shower blowjobs) Wordcount: 5.6K Pairing: Drarry

Tags: shower sex, porn with feelings (it’s like 90% feelings), draco POV, established relationship, ruminations on love when you’re both broken but trying, they’re happy in the end i swear Summary: Harry's sick, and Draco just wants to take care of him, but they're two idiots in love, so it couldn't possibly be that easy.

Read on AO3 here!

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There was a time, Draco is embarrassed to admit, when he thought loving Harry would be a chore. Love seemed to Draco a seed he didn’t plant that somehow still became his responsibility. He wanted to begrudge it, just something else Harry had made his problem, but then those first bits of green poked through the soil and it was as though Draco’s entire world had inverted, everything shifting and twisting until all that was left was focused around this one fragile, determined stem.

It’s been years, now, and loving Harry is somehow both easier and harder. Draco understands their plant now, can keep it alive almost without thinking, but it grows in odd ways, twisting in all directions, so that Draco feels sometimes exhausted with the effort of catching up. He replants it greedily in ever bigger containers, desperate to give it more space to grow. Each time, Draco finds the roots are stiffer, harder to move, but it always settles eventually, flowering under his care.

Draco didn’t think about love very much growing up, because if he did then he’d have to also acknowledge its absence. Now, learning as an adult, he’s surprised at how confusing it can be. When it gets to be too much, the wheels in his head cranking into an anxious spin, he tries to ground himself in the present, in something he knows to be undeniably true.

Like now, for example, the way Harry looks at him like he’s cherished. The way Draco’s his baby, his love, his. The way he’s kneeling in accumulating bath water just to make Harry feel a little bit better, because he wants to, because Harry deserves it.

Read the rest on AO3!

#my fic #happy fanniversary ali!#nv-md #drarry #drarry fic #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry x draco #draco x harry #harry/draco #drarry fanfic #my fic posts

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coffeedrgn87 · 2 years

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Happy Fanniversary, Ali, @nv-md I love you so so much! You are a wonderful bright spirit who writes amazing stories and let’s lil ol’ me scream at you for your brilliance. I’d quite happily like to keep you forever if that’s alright with you? I mean, of course, I’ll share you with everyone else (because I’ll cause a riot if I don’t) but please know that you’re a complete delight to know!

The below silliness is for you. Please don’t judge to harshly, it’s been a mad day at work but I couldn’t resist putting a little something onto your dash!

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

“Iㅡ” Harry shuffles from one foot to the other, both hands hidden behind his back.

Draco raises an eyebrow and stares him down until Harry shrinks back half a step, looking positively horrified. It takes Draco every ounce of self-control to keep his signature cocky smirk off his face, and he presses his lips tightly together to ensure he doesn’t accidentally chuckle. There’s just something about Harry, acting and looking anything but the confident young man that he isㅡ, not that Draco is in any rush to tell Harry that this is how he thinks of him.

Truth be told, there is a nearly endless list of things Harry has said, frequently says, has done, and frequently does that turn Draco’s legs to jelly, but he keeps those safe in his diary, the one he’s had since he first started Hogwarts. It’s been fifteen years, and he keeps a close guard on it, keeps it locked with a multitude of spells, but there’s an entire page thatㅡif unrolledㅡis about fifteen feet long, and it lists all the million and twelve tiny things Draco has noticed about Harry.

“Will you be mad?”

Harry’s question drags Draco out of his thoughts, and he’s momentarily torn between drawing his brows together to frown at Harry or rolling his eyes. Either option is acceptable, really, because Harry’s question is utterly imbecilic. In the end, Draco settles for a derisive snort.

“To be mad, Potter, one actually needs a reason. Since I don’t know what you’re so positively terrified about, I can hardly fix you with a skin-flaying glare now, can I?”

Harry looks like he actually considers this for a moment, then he nods slowly, silently conveying that Draco’s rhetorical question does seem to make sense. Draco just about manages to bite back a scathing remark. Old habits die hard, even if a lot has changed since Hogwarts and his and Harry’s petty rivalry.

“Well, just promise me you won’t blow up or mock me.”

This time Draco does actually roll his eyes.

“I can promise you the former, Potter, but I can’t promise you the latter.”

For some inexplicable reason, that makes Harry smile. Although Draco has every intention to remain serious, he can’t resist giving in to the insistent tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“Fair,” Harry says with a lopsided grin that makes his green eyes sparkle with the Potter-typical mirth.

Draco watches as Harry produces an ivory-coloured envelope from behind his back. It’s sealed with the official Potter family crest, and as Harry hesitantly offers it, part of Draco wants to make him sweat and simply stare at the gift, but he can’t bring himself to do that. And so, he takes the proffered envelope and breaks the seal as gently as possible. It still breaks in half, just as it’s supposed to do.

“Uhm, I really didn’t know what to get you; I thought about a card because you know paper, but it somehow seemed not enough, and well, you know me, I’ve never been the best at words.”

Draco nods in agreement because it’s true. Harry’s strong suit is his heart, his righteousness, his unwavering belief in the good in people, and his desire to protect and save, and although Draco often mocks him for it, he also loves him for these very reasons…among others.

Opening the letter properly, Draco pulls out a thick stack of neatly folded papers. Upon closer expectation, the papers are a deed, and upon even more immediate expectation, Draco’s throat dries up, and a thick lump wedges itself somewhere between his voice box and Adam’s apple. He tries to swallow around it, but it’s almost impossible to do so. Blinking hard, really hard, Draco stares at his own name and the property address, Grimmauld Place, and before he can even begin to process the meaning of this, Harry starts babbling.

“It used to belong to the Black family, and I know Sirius left it to me, but the house loves you, and in honour of your mother, well, I thought we could own it togetherㅡ Uhm, only if you want to, course. I signed at the bottom; you’d have to sign as well to make it official.”

Harry doesn’t get further than this because Draco tosses the envelope and the deed onto the coffee table, takes Harry’s face between his hands and pulls him into a fiercely possessive kiss. He claims Harry’s mouth, swiping his tongue into the warm, wet cavern that tastes of coffee, oranges and chocolate. Draco is suddenly heady with desire and unwilling to draw away; he walks Harry backwards until he’s got him backed up against the nearest wall. Harry lets out an oomph, and Dracoㅡstill cupping Harry’s faceㅡbriefly breaks away from the kiss and stares at him, eyes almost black with desire. Harry’s eyes mirror his own, and Draco can’t help but smile. It’s a goofy grin. He’s about to dive in for another kiss when two of Harry’s fingers land on his lips, effectively stopping him. He glowers but says nothing.

“Is that a yes?”

Draco inhales sharply.

“What do you think?”

Harry shrugs.

“I don’t know.”

“Harry James Potter, you are an idiot.”

Harry guffaws at that.

“An idiot in love. Now, is that a yes?”

Draco rolls his eyes.

“Circe’s tits, Potter, of course, it’s a fucking yes.”

Harry grins.

“Great, can we continue makingㅡ”

He doesn’t get to finish that sentence because Draco is on him, kissing him and groping him and just generallyㅡand quite desperately soㅡtrying to find a way to show Harry somehow just how much he means to him. He fails, of course, though he doesn’t admit that to himself, and he’ll never admit it to Harry either. Because that’s just not how Draco Malfoy does things.

#drarry for Ali #because Ali is amazing #happy fanniversary #love you #sending dragon hugs and kisses #and loads of purple love #like a ton #have a fab day #you are a gem #a true asset to the fandom #did I say I love you?#these tags are just nonsense but that's okay because they're just a silly ode to you

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aeryn-reany · 2 years

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#GACKT #My GACKT Posts #G edits #Magazine #Happy fanniversary to me!

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vukovich · 2 years

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I heard @calypsotempete calls herself a "percussionist", but she actually just played the triangle in high school band because she thought it would get her laid. It totally didn't.

#Happy Fanniversary Callie

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dracothelizard · 1 month

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Happy belated 2nd fanniversary to me!

Have some fluffy post-S2 fic in which Ed has Izzy, Pete and Lucius arrange everything needed for Ed to take Stede for an anniversary treasure hunt.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fanfic #blackbonned #gentlebeard #ed x stede #No plot just fluff and them being soppy AF

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phoebe-delia · 2 years

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all these things that i've done

@sitp-recs Hey Liv! I hope today has been filled with all the love and goodness you deserve. Happy Fanniversary, you amazing, amazing human.

I have my own small contribution, based on "All These Things That I've Done" by The Killers. Liv, I hope you enjoy this.

Draco clutched Harry's hand like a lifeline; he could feel him trying to squeeze back but unable to under the tight grip.

He watched the Weasleys gathered around the table, each of them regarding Draco with blank, thoughtful expressions. "Sorry we're late," Harry said with a small smile. "Room for two more?"

The silence was thick. Draco swallowed, and tried to will his feet to carry him briskly out of the Burrow, but this time it was Harry who held his hand too tightly to move, anchoring him to the moment, to his inevitable fate. Draco steeled himself and tried to focus on the blinking Christmas lights, the red and green decorations that filled the cozy home.

He cleared his throat. "I wouldn't want to intrude—"

"Who's here—Oh!" A woman who Draco recognized as the matriarch of the house strode into the room, carrying a large tray filled with steaming slices of turkey. "Harry," she said with a bright grin, and Draco braced himself as she set down the tray on the table and approached them where they stood at the door. "You're looking much too hungry, my dear, and you!" She turned to Draco, who clenched his jaw. "I'm afraid you'll simply blow away!" She tsked, shaking her head. "We'll simply have to change that, won't we? Come in and eat! And close that door before the chill ruins my food, will you, Harry dear? Draco, I've saved you a seat next to me—" as she rambled, she took Draco's hand with a smile and led him toward the table.

Draco started after her and looked at Harry over his shoulder, bewildered and slightly frightened. Harry grinned in return, moving to close the door before he caught up to Draco and the woman, who insisted on being called 'Molly,' sat them down at the table. The rest of the family had started conversing lowly, stirring with the low hum of small talk.

Draco sat between Harry and Molly, the former reaching under the table to squeeze his hand again as the latter began serving him heaps of turkey and mashed potatoes and stuffing and cranberry sauce. The table had erupted into loud, bright conversation, laughter and warmth filling the air.

Draco looked at Harry, who smiled at him again and leaned next to him, whispering, "See? Not so bad."

Draco nodded, allowing himself a shaky smile. "No," he whispered back. "Not so bad."

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academicdisasterfic · 2 years

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nv-md fic recs

Today marks @nv-md's one year fanniversary, and I thank the Drarry gods every day that we get Ali in this fandom. In addition to being a phenomenal writer and beta, she's also the world's kindest, funniest, most incredible person, and a top tier BFF (yes, that is most definitely a brag).

To celebrate Ali Day, here are my top five favourites that she's written over the past year - and this was bloody hard, because she's written FIFTY FIX works. In one year! Fifty six!!!!

So - after much deliberation, and in no particular order, here are my top five Ali fics:

Operation Dragon's Shenanigans (Drarry, 14k, E) - Ali's Cluefest work is one of the funniest stories I have ever read. It takes my favourite tropes - Harry thinks Draco's up to something, Harry is an idiot, Draco is super hot - and turns them into an epic tale of a lovestruck dumbass annoying everyone in his life because he's got a crush. A must-read on days you need to smile.

On Hope & Healing (Drarry, 14.5k, E) - this story has a very special place in my heart. Harry and Draco's relationship is heartbreakingly sweet and so full of tension and forgiveness and love. It examines prejudice in a really masterful way and has the most satisfying, lovely ending.

Just Stay (Drarry, 2.7k, M) - I think this was the work that made me click the subscribe button to nv-md. Hurt/comfort done to absolutely perfection, and a gorgeous friends-to-lovers arc that leaves my heart aching and soothed at the same time.

Everything About You (Drarry, 2.5k, E) - Ali's Transfest made me absolutely sob. She took such care to make this representation accurate and sensitive, and it really shows in this stunning T4T fic. Drarry's dynamic is stunning and the mutual pining and UST is chef's kiss.

Do It All Over Again (Tedrarry, 2.2k, E) - oh my god. Ali's smut honestly takes me to a separate plane of existence, and she absolutely nails this triad. Reverse chronology is a really fucking difficult thing to pull off, and Ali does it to utter perfection. I've read this maybe ten times and will definitely continue to regularly reread it.

Happy one year, Ali. This fandom is so much better for having you in it x

#nv-md #drarry fics #drarry fic recs #drarry #tedrarry #rooney recs

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veelawings · 2 years

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Liv Day 🥰

Happy Fanniversary @sitp-recs!!

You’re an absolute sweetheart and we’re so lucky to have you! Thank you for your contributions to fandom and the positive impact you’ve made on our community. You’ve touched more people than you’ll ever know, darling. I’d like to celebrate you by sharing your recs of fics that I love dearly (plus a cheeky self rec lol) and this tiny Liv-themed moodboard.

I hope you feel loved, always. 💖

A Fine Foray into Fashionable Fellatio

All Our Secrets Laid Bare

Another Heart Whispers Back

Any Instruments

Reparations

Sardines

Sarff A Llew

Slithering

The Thrill of the Chase Moves in Mysterious Ways

#livlaughlove #liv day #fic recs

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raybyanothername · 11 months

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Fanfic Request Idea: What if Rhaenyra had married Otto?

Day 1 of my Fanniversary Challenge!

I added your request to a 'deck' so I could draw two prompts each day and respond to them. I was very pleased with how this one turned out and I hope you like it!

Summary:

Viserys decides to marry Rhaenyra to his most trusted advisor, Otto Hightower. The queen does not approve. That does not end will for either of the men, but it brings Rhaenyra and Alicent back together. On the same side. Where they belong.

Day 1 of my 2023 Fanniversay Challenge! Prompts were "What if Rhaenyra had married Otto?" and the Queen of Clubs 'Angst' card.

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The king had announced Rhaenyra's betrothal. Alicent stood before him now, eyes wide and hands trembling.

"This... this is truly what you want, your grace?" Alicent's voice cracked. She blinked away the tears gathering on her lashes, "This is what you want for Rhaenyra?"

"He is... older than I intended for her, yes," Viserys sighed, sinking into a chair. He rubbed absently at the side of his head, "But perhaps your father will be able to impress upon Rhaenyra a greater sense of duty, inspire her to fulfill hers even." He smiled at her, head inclining forward, "As he did for you."

Every fiber of her being was screaming out. Alicent was nearly shaking as Viserys laughed. He waved a hand about as he smiled.

"For their children, at least, perhaps."

Alicent bowed her head, swallowing back the rising bile in her throat, "As you say, your grace."

He let her leave. His attention already turning towards his books and his model. Alicent pressed a hand to her lips, shoulders shaking.

They could not do this. Not again.

"Father, please, you cannot do this," Alicent begged him, hands wringing as she held them against her abdomen.

Already the maester had begun to ask about her cycle. Alicent cried as she followed her father around his chambers. He barely spared her a glance.

"My marriage to Rhaenyra may prove helpful," Otto dismissed her, "If I cannot place your son on the throne, as is his birthright, I may yet be able to stop Viserys' wild child from tearing this kingdom apart."

Alicent stared at him. Her lips trembled. He paused, frowning deeply as she began to cry. With a gasping breath, Alicent shook her head, "But she will not be happy. Surely, you would not want her either."

"She will suit me fine. Marriage is a duty, Alicent, not a pleasure." His tone was sharp, almost sneering. Alicent cried harder, hand pressed to her stomach as she doubled over, sobbing.

How could they not see? How could they do this again? To her, she understood, she was but a lady, the daughter of a second son. No true inheritance or value beyond her ability to provide heirs.

But Rhaenyra was a princess. The heir to the throne. A Targaryen!

"What troubles you, your grace?"

Alicent startled from her thoughts, turning from the weirwood tree. Her maids stood a respectful distance back. One of them rocking Helaena as she fussed.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I do not-"

"Ah, Larys Strong, your grace," the man bowed his head, smile tight, "I did not mean to disturb."

Shaking her head, Alicent laughed. It was a pathetic thing. A hollow chuckle as Alicent wiped at her eyes, "No, my apologies, my lord, my thoughts are elsewhere."

With Rhaenyra. Locked in her rooms. Whether by the king's orders or driven by her own hand, Alicent didn't know. The kingsguard who'd stopped her last visit had simply frowned as they both stood outside the door.

Rhaenyra's sobs had been haunting. Hysterical. Her breaths gasping as they echoed through the hallway.

They held no sway over the king or the hand. But for the queen, they consumed her.

"Is there anything I may do to help, your grace?" Larys asked her, face wrinkling with worry as he leaned heavily on his cane.

"I don't suppose you know how to stop a royal wedding?" Alicent joked, eyes squeezing shut as she laughed again. The tears fell down her cheeks, "I do not want to see the princess unhappy."

Larys inclined his head, frowning harshly, "I understand, your grace."

Did he? Could anyone?

"Mama!" Aegon called to her, shrieking happily as he fiddled with his dragon figurine. It rose into the air as he reached skyward, "Nyra fly!"

Inhaling sharply, Alicent plastered on a smile to approach her son. She nodded to Larys as she left him beside the weirdwood tree.

As she sunk to her knees on a blanket, Alicent gave her words with the lord no further thought. Her attention solely on her children. On Aegon and Helaena and the babe the maester had confirmed that morning would soon be quickening in her womb.

Her fate was sealed. It seemed Rhaenyra's would be too.

Until her father's laugh as he sat beside the king at the welcome feast was cut off by a sharp inhale. His wine fell to the floor, goblet bouncing on the stone.

"A maester!" Viserys called out, rising to his feet. Rhaenyra sprung away from the table, stumbling back as Daemon took a step forward.

She sat, frozen, in her seat. Eyes wide as she watched her father's face turn purple. His lips blue.

"Your grace," Daemon pulled her from the table, blocking her view as her father's breaths were choked out of him. Some invisible force gripped tight around his throat.

"Don't look Alicent," Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around the queen, tugging her away from the scene as the king and the grand maester shouted. Orders were given. Obeyed.

Cutting his collar open. Fingers forcing their way into his constricting airway. The obstruction could not be located. Could not be pulled free.

The entire court watched as her father died. Alicent could only stare forward. Her gaze transfixed by the colors of his features, the twitching of his body.

And then the twitching stopped.

Her head was turned away and Alicent met lilac eyes. Rhaenyra cupped her face. She stumbled over her words, reassurances and condolences. Her face was twisted in confusion, but Rhaenyra could not hide her relief.

"Get the queen and the princess out of here!" Daemon snarled at the kingsguard, eyes narrowing on the onlookers. On the members of court.

Set Criston spirited them away. Half the kingsguard stood watch as she sunk to the floor in her rooms. Rhaenyra stayed with her, a hand at Alicent's back, a head on her shoulder.

"I am so sorry, Alicent," Rhaenyra whispered as she took her hands. Alicent couldn't even feel it as her fingers were squeezed. Couldn't hear Aegon or Helaena as they screamed for her, brought into her bedchamber.

Voices called out to her. Maids. Guards. And Alicent just sat there, staring forward. Rhaenyra hugged her close, rocking her slowly.

It was the first true embrace they'd shared in a long while. And it was only then, secure in Rhaenyra's arms, that Alicent fell apart.

Bawling, screaming. Her fingers twisted in the white skirts of Rhaenyra's gown. She sobbed openly, her face buried in Rhaenyra's shoulder.

"I am so sorry," Rhaenyra repeated, sniffling, "So sorry." Alicent shook her head, eyes squeezing shut.

"No," Alicent whispered against the higb collar of her dress. Rhaenyra quieted, but she did not still. Did not stop rocking them, or rubbing a hand over Alicent's back. Clinging to her, Alicent gasped, low and shaky so only Rhaenyra could hear her. "You're saved now."

Rhaenyra stiffened. Her hold grew tighter. She ducked her head low, lips grazing the top of Alicent's head, "This is not how I wanted to be saved."

"It matters not," Alicent shook her head, inhaling sharply. Her hands fisting in white fabric. She laughed, half sobbing. Her giggling wet and high as she went limp in Rhaenyra's hold.

A chill rose over her body. Something slick spread over her thighs.

"One of us deserves to be happy," Alicent squeezed her eyes shut.

She did not ask for a maester. She said nothing. Her gown was red. It was not until a maid noticed the color spreading to Rhaenyra's dress that the alarm was raised.

A reprieve. The miscarriage would earn her a reprieve. A month. Maybe two. Until the maester would deem her fit enough to carry again.

Would her father's death lengthen it perhaps? Surely the stress would impact her ability to conceive.

"One of us deserves to be free," Alicent croaked out after Rhaenyra sent her maids away. The guards. Eyes and face red, her cheeks tacky from her crying.

"We both deserve to be happy," Rhaenyra corrected her, hands gentle as she unlaced Alicent's gown.

She cleaned the queen herself. A rag scrubbing at her thighs. Another wiping at her face. Rhaenyra took great care. She snapped at anyone who dared to knock on the chamber door.

The king included. Daemon included.

"You want to what?!" Rhaenyra shouted at them in the other room. Alicent blinked up at the ceiling. She'd heard the mumbled request.

Viserys repeated himself, voice firmer, "She must be questioned, Rhaenyra. The queen sat beside him at the feast. She had the most access-"

"The queen has just lost her father!" Rhaenyra reminded him, tone clipped. Accusing. "And I'll remind you I sat beside him as well. Yet you've not asked me a single question."

"Did you see anything then?" Daemon's tone was gentler, his words softer. Alicent scoffed. Of course.

The Rogue Prince. Maegor Reborn. The one her father thought too cruel. He was the one to show concern. Not the king. Not her husband.

"No, I didn't, and neither did Alicent," Rhaenyra told him sharply. Alicent did not have to see them to know what expression was on the princess's face.

Anger would be twisting her features. Her brows furrowing as she glared at her father. At the king. Lips pursed, or perhaps curling back in disgust.

"I will not let you upset her. Either of you!" Rhaenyra defended her ruthlessly. "She has been through enough already. She needs rest."

"It has been a difficult night for all of us, Rhaenyra, but we must speak with her now, while the memories are fresh," Viserys pressed forward regardless.

Alicent shut her eyes, turning her head into her pillow. She knew what would come next. What Rhaenyra had to say. Had to tell them.

"She lost a baby," Rhaenyra's voice shook and the room on the other side of the door went quiet. A deathly silence that was broken only by Alicent's own sob.

The door clicked as Rhaenyra returned. She locked it, and then she climbed into the bed, pulling Alicent's head into her lap.

"It will all be fine," Rhaenyra promised her, breathing slowly. Hands stroked through her hair and Alicent turned her face into Rhaenyra's stomach.

Rhaenyra made quiet shushing noises. Peppering her cheek with kisses. Her forehead. Hands ran over Alicent's side, grazing softly over her abdomen.

With words as hard as the stone walls of her seat, the Princess of Dragonstone whispered against her ear, "We are both going to get what we deserve, my queen."

Her father had thought Rhaenyra too petulant to be queen. A woman too emotional to rule with any sort of strength. He had never been more wrong in his life.

"Good morning, your grace," Larys bowed low as he approached her in the godswood some years later. Alicent beckoned him forward to sit at her table. Smiling as she surveyed the garden around the weirdwood tree.

A large gaggle of children surrounded them. The air filled with the sound of their laughter. Their giggling carrying on the wind like music to her ears. They ran about, weaving between the trees and the legs of their kingsguards just the same. Wooden dragons and wooden swords brandished with confidence.

"Mama!" One of them screamed, running towards her. He crashed into her legs, arms burying themselves in her skirts as he cried, "Egg took my Syrax!"

"Oh, come here, my love," Alicent pulled him up into her lap, settling him there as she reached across the table for another dragon figure. She kissed the top of his head, hugging him to her chest, "Why don't you see if your brother will trade you Syrax for this Sunfyre, Jace?"

Head tilting back, her son beamed up at her, dark curls falling into his eyes, "No! Sunfyre's mine now!" He hopped from her lap, already shouting, "Egg! Egg! Look what Mama gave me!"

Hand rising to her lips, Alicent couldn't contain her own giggles as her eldest immediately shrieked. Across from her, Larys smirked, hands crossing over his knee, "I am glad to see you smile, your grace. You seem quite happy."

"I am, my lord," Alicent told him, inclining her head towards her children, "I want for nothing but that which our queen has already given me." She waved a servant over, "May I offer you some tea, Lord Larys? Prince Daemon has just gifted me a lovely blend from Pentos."

#ray writes #house of the dragon #hotd #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenicent #fanfiction #fanniversary 2023

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