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☆ She said “fuck me like I’m famous”| Chapter one

☆ Warnings: fem!reader, afab!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, awkward!reader, reader is literally a hermit, no established relationship, not proofread, porn with like a drop of plot, they get slightly awkward after doing it but it’s ok <3 ☆ Word Count: 3.3k | Available on Tumblr & AO3

“Out? For dinner?”

You tore your eyes from your phone to look at Ami, who was watching Chiho roll around on the floor, immersed in whichever new game of pretend she had devised.

“Yes, dinner,” she repeated, then turned to look at you. “I’m meeting a… friend. Not a close one, but a friend nonetheless. And it would do you some good to meet new people, and to get out more.” She raked her eyes over you, from your baggy clothes to messy updo. 

“What’s that meant to mean? I get out plenty often. I’m out right now with you, aren’t I?”

“‘Chilling out’ at my house twice every week isn’t exactly going out, [name],” she sighed, rolling her eyes as she stood up, stepping towards the kitchen. “You’re like a hermit.”

You furrowed your brows together. “Maybe that’s how I like it.”

You heard water trickling as it filled up her glass, and her voice drift down towards where you were sitting. “I tend to wonder if I’m your only friend.”

At those words you stiffened, eyes opening wide and shooting up, back straight. “What? Friends?” You spluttered. “I have friends. I have plenty of friends. You’re not my only friend.” The words tumbled out of you hastily, and then you paused, flashing her a charming smile, trying to distract her. “You’re just my favourite one!”

She rolled her eyes as she sat back down. “Well, you have awful taste.” She handed you a drinks can. Your favourite.

“Hardly,” you uttered

“Just- you focus on work too much, okay? You need to find balance.” She took your palm, uncurling your fingers and placing the cold can in your hand. “Just come to this dinner.”

“…Fine.” You dug your finger under the tab, trying to get it open. “Who even is this friend, anyways?”

“Kenji Sato.”

You stared at her.

She must have mistaken your silence and blank stare for shock, or stupor instead of a reaction to what you considered to be an underwhelming statement, because she just sat back, letting her words sink in. They did, not that they meant much to you.

“Who?” You said blankly.

She blinked, then leaned forward. “Uh, Ken Sato? The really famous baseball player?”

You took a slow sip of the drink- the carbonation danced on your tongue. “No idea who that is. I don’t follow baseball.”

“You don’t follow anything,” she pointed out. “You’re completely out of the loop.”

You threw your hands in the air, exasperated. “Just- look, is he someone I should be impressed with? Like, am I-“

“I’ve mentioned him once,” Ami cut in. “Played in the States, moved to Japan suddenly? I was wondering why, and mentioned it to you?” She narrowed her eyes. “Unless you weren’t listening.”

“No no, I was,” you said quickly, then frowned, furrowing your brow. “Wait, didn’t you interrogate him, once? Twice?”

“Thrice,” she corrected you. “And it's called an interview, not an interrogation.”

“Same thing,” you said indignantly, with another gulp of ice cold carbonated sugar. “And you’re sure he’s just a friend.” You eyed her, testing her for any telltale signs on her face suggesting otherwise.

She simply stared at you, unimpressed. “Yes.”

“Okay,” you said, stretching out the vowel, rolling it along your tongue. You stopped. “Okay, fine, I’ll come to your dinner thing.”

“Yes!” She said, sounding a bit too relieved. You stared at her. “Sorry, it’s just- I’m so glad you’re finally-“ she cut off with an excited, pleased noise. 

You looked at her, concern for yourself creeping into your expression. “Am I really that-“

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “Now, please put some effort into your appearance tomorrow night-“

“Tomorrow night?”

“Yes, do you have plans?” She didn’t wait for an answer, because she already knew it. “No? Thought so. Please put some effort into your appearance tomorrow night, because it’ll be worth it.”

“Uh huh,” you said slowly.

“I wonder if you even remember how to behave in a social setting,” she mused, and you smacked her shoulder. 

That night when you got home and flopped down on your bed, pulling out your phone, your finger hovered over the search bar.

What was his name?

Kenji Sato.

You were typing in the words before you even realized it, and seeing the images, you froze.

Oh. 

Shoving down any sort of deranged thoughts that could have been formulating in your head, you buried your face into your pillow and tried to fall asleep.

-

“[name]!”

“Ami!” You stuttered. Ami came towards you, eyes lighting up as she took in your appearance.

“You look really different,” she said, taking in your appearance. “Really pretty.”

You didn’t often wear clothes that were form-fitting or flattered your figure, but you’d decided that since it was a dinner with basically a celebrity, you might as well have put in some extra effort into your looks. 

“Thanks,” you said, as she led you through the restaurant doors and to your table. Pausing, she turned to look at you. 

“You look sick,” she frowned. “And nervous.” She clicked her tongue. “Maybe this really was a bad idea. I should have know you can’t handle-“

“No!” You almost burst out. “No, I mean, I can do this. It’s not that big a deal. I’m just meeting a new person, right?” 

She nodded hesitantly, still frowning at you.

“Right. So, not a big de-“

“Hey, Ami.”

You froze, shoulders stiffening.

“Kenji.” Ami turned to him. You still hadn’t looked at him yet, eyes fixed desperately on Ami’s face. “This is [name]. Name, this is-“

“Ken Sato.” He held out his hand to you, to shake. You stared at his long fingers, then slowly looked up to his face. He was wearing this easy, charming grin. Your knees almost buckled. “I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”

You grabbed his hand and shook it. “N-nice to meet you.” You both held your stare a few seconds longer than you needed to. 

He raised a dark brow, and you could have sworn his expression had flickered with amusement before he turned back to Ami. “And here I was worried I was late.” He waved you both on towards the table, where you took your seats.

Ami was looking at you, frowning. You gave her a wobbly smile back. 

Oh, fuck this.

-

“So, what did you say you work as, [name]?” 

Kenji’s voice snapped you out of your haze, and you looked up at him, eyes widening. “Oh, I’m an, uh, I’m an author.” You stared hard at your food, then looked back up at him to gauge his reaction. 

He just leaned back against his chair. “Cool.” His eyes were set on yours. You flushed. “What sort of stuff do you write?”

“Uh,” your eyes slid to Ami, who was looking at you expectantly. “Romance, mostly.” The confession made your cheeks burn but you were too much of a mess to lie smoothly, not that it had even occurred to you in the first place- and Ami would have teased you about it later.

But Kenji just formed a small ‘o’ with his mouth, then smirked. “That’s cute.”

“Is it?” You had to fight to not make your voice sound like a squeak. He just nodded, taking a bite of his food like it was nothing. 

He’d said it so casually that Ami hadn’t even noticed, instead pouring herself more of her drink and commenting on how Kenji had healed up. You blinked, confused, and turned as he held his arm out, flexing it.

“Yeah, quicker than I thought,” he said. You could see the faint outline of his muscles through the fabric and were so prepared to just jump out the window, then and there. He must have caught you staring because, without turning his head, he locked eyes with you and fucking winked.

You bit your lip, rubbing your thighs together and trying to ignore every instinct in your body screaming at you to throw yourself across the table. “You got hurt?”

He dropped his arm back to his side, rolling his shoulder. “Yeah. It’s fine now though.”

You didn’t press any farther, just eating your food in flushed silence, trying to ignore the burning you could feel in between your thighs. 

-

“How’d you get here, [name]?” Ami asked. You stared desperately at your phone screen.

“Cab,” you muttered, rubbing your hand on the back of your neck. The app was empty. “But there aren’t any available.”

You checked the time. Half past eleven. You shivered, the night air biting at your skin. Ami looked at you, concerned. “Should I drop you?”

“No. No.” Guilt ate away at your gut. “No, you need to get home to Chiho, and I’m in the completely opposite direction- it’s not worth it.” You stepped back, and you could feel Kenji look over your shoulder at your screen. He leaned down to your level, breath warm on your ear. You shivered again, but not from the cold. “I’ll just wait until something shows up.”

“What’s your address?” He tilted his face slightly towards you, before pulling away. You stared at him, then frowned at him slightly, opening your mouth to reply, but Ami cut in.

“Look, I-“ she glanced at her watch. “I really need to go.” She pursed her lips. “I’m sorry, [name].”

You waved her off. “Don’t be.”

And she was gone, her car rolling off. You looked back at Kenji, and quickly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, mumbling your address.

He tapped something into his phone, and his face twisted into a satisfactory grin. “It’s on the way to mine. So I’ll just drop you.” He started walking down the street.

You stumbled after him. “Oh- are you- are you sure?”

He turned, walking backwards, in the same direction but facing you know as he shrugged, grinning. “Why not? Better than waiting around in the cold for a ride.”

“R-right.” 

He led you to where a motorbike was parked, and you blinked. “You rode here on a motorcycle?”

He shrugged his blue biker’s jacket off, and without warning, draped it over your shoulders. “Yeah. Surprised?”

“I… don’t know.” Your face was burning at the action. “Are you sure…” you fiddled with the hem of his jacket.

He waved his hand at it dismissively. “Take it. You look cold.”

You fell silent. Then: “I don’t have a helmet.”

He reached into a compartment, pulling one out. “Spare. For situations like this, I guess. Comes in handy.”

“Situations like this?” You echoed, as he stepped towards you, setting the helmet down over your head and fastening it tight. Your heart was going a million miles a minute.

“When I have to make sure a pretty girl like you gets home, obviously,” he said casually, but the look on his face betrayed his nonchalant tone. He clambered onto the bike. “Come on, then. Get on.”

You blinked, face burning even harder than before, but did as he told you to. 

-

“Thanks. For taking me home, I mean.” 

He looked up at you as you pulled the helmet off your head, imitating the action himself. A strand of hair fell in front of his forehead. “Don’t think about it,” he shrugged, and your grip on the helmet tightened as you clutched it to your chest. 

“Oh, but I will.” You dropped your voice to a husky whisper, and watched his jaw clench. Oh thank you god, I remember how to flirt. Kind of. 

Now it was his turn to become flustered, as he gave you another grin, shaky this time. “Really?” He asked, voice hoarse. You stepped back, towards your house.

“You should come inside,” you suggested. “It’s not that late.”

He raised his eyebrow. “It’s almost midnight,” he laughed, but didn’t object to your offering, licking his lips nervously. You paused your walk up towards your front door, turning and looking at him expectantly. 

“Oh, fuck this,” he muttered, abandoning the bike and walking towards you. Your stomach exploded into a flurry of butterflies as you both hurried towards your front door. 

-

You bit back a whimper as his lips crashed onto yours, kissing you with a hunger you hadn’t been met with before. The door hadn’t even shut before his hands were on your waist, dragging you close to him- and then it was, and he pinned you against it, your back pressing into the ridges of the wood. 

He pulled away, both of your breathing ragged as he pressed his forehead against yours, eye contact unwavering. He cursed under his breath. “Sorry- I should have- I should have asked.”

You were barely able to move your mouth, shaking your head lightly. “It’s fine,” you breathed, and his eyes flicked back down to your lips, grip on your waist tightening. “You didn’t have to.”

“God, you’re-“ he choked on his own words. “You’re pretty.” 

You didn’t have time to respond before his mouth was capturing yours again, heat burning all over as one of his hands wandered to grip your nape, holding you steady. His teeth grazed your lip and you gasped, but he pulled away, pressing kisses all the way down your jaw and collarbone, leaving a trail of blooming bruises in his wake. His other hand fell from your waist to hip, pressing you close up against him, and heat pooled in your core. 

“Ken,” you managed to whisper weakly through the dizzying haze clouding your mind. He paused, teeth pressed against your skin, and he leaned back up to you, ghosting his lips over the shell of your ear, humming. “Are you sure this is a g-good idea?” Your voice was shaking. He frowned, pulling away, and his fingers dug into your hips. 

“Why wouldn’t it be?” His voice was husky with desire, eyes trained on your every movement. You could feel his breath on your skin. You opened your mouth, searching for a reason, but couldn’t find any. He trailed his fingers down your neck, brushing over the marks, to the collar of your top, tugging at it. “Come on.”

You stumbled after him, shedding the jacket, ignoring it as it fell to the floor, and he pulled you down onto the couch with him, hands on your waist. You fell into his lap, straddling him. He grinned. “Still can’t find a reason?”

“…No.”

“Then just relax,” he told you, lips still pressed against your jaw, fingers creeping beneath the hem of your top. “Because I’m about to make you feel really good.”

At his words you bit back a moan, sucking in a harsh breath as you bit your lip, involuntarily rolling your hips against him. He hissed, tipping his head back. You were certain his hands were going to leave marks everywhere they touched, feeling them dig into your hips as you dove onto his neck, suckling and biting, anything to repay the affection he’d shown you earlier.

His hand fisted your hair, gently but firmly tugging you back and away. “Stop it,” he hissed. “Just let me do my thing, okay?”

You looked at him, confused, and slightly hurt, until he quickly pressed a reassuring kiss to your lips. “I said I’d make you feel good, so just sit back and let me, got it?”

You didn’t argue with him, not when he flipped you around so that your back was pressed against the couch, or when he sank to his knees, pushing your legs open, letting out a shaky breath as your skirt hiked right up your thighs. 

He let out a breathless laugh. “You’re wet,” he teased, his hot breath hitting your skin. He pressed a chaste kiss to your inner thigh, making you shiver, then another, each one lasting longer before the one before, leaving marks littering all over your inner thighs. You bit your lip- the mere sight of his face in between your legs was enough to get you dripping, even more than you were before, and he seemed to notice, because he let out an amused chuckle.

“Wh-what?” Your voice was broken, and hitched when he pressed his thumb to your clothed clit, sending a jolt of pleasure into your cunt. He smirked at your reaction. 

“Nothing,” he murmured, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your soaked panties, tugging them slowly down your legs. Your teeth pressed down on your bottom lip harder. His eyes flicked up to meet your expression. “What? Nervous?” 

You didn’t reply, just shaking, and he let out a slow breath, pressing his lips back against your inner thigh as his expression softened. “Don’t be, baby.” His lips curled back into his signature grin. “I told you you could relax, remember?”

You flushed, and nodded.

Without warning, he dove in, lips pressing down on your clit. You whimpered, not even enough time to react before his tongue licked a long strip up your entrance, making you twitch and spasm, throbbing pleasure aching. Your legs instinctively pulled together but he forced them back apart, tongue tracing slow patterns across your bundle of nerves, eyes hooded with lust as he watched your flinch and gasp. 

You let out a broken whimper of his name, and felt him tense under you- but he didn’t stop his movements, slipping his tongue in between your folds, stretching you out with his fingers. You bucked your hips, but he grabbed your hip with his other hand, pinning you down to keep you from moving. “Shhh,” he whispered, his low voice sending vibrations into your core. You let out a desperate moan- it took everything in you to not desperately start grinding against his face. He chuckled slightly at your pitiful state, turning his attention back to your dripping cunt, slipping a finger inside. Your back arched, hand flying to your mouth to clamp over it. A finger slipped inside, curling to hit that sweet spot- you almost saw stars.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, screwing your eyes shut. “I think I’m gonna cum-“

He simply hummed at your words, the vibrations of his voice sending another shockwave through you, lapping at you like he was hungrier than before, fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace. You knew what he was saying.

Go on. Cum. 

And you did, a broken cry of his name slipping past your lips as the orgasm crashed over you, legs shaking as he drew out your high for as long as possible. And when you finally came down he pushed himself up, towards you, capturing your lips in another feverish kiss. 

You could see the shaky movements of his chest as he breathed heavily, feel his boner pressed up against you, his face flushed and burning to the touch. You pulled away. 

“Are you… shoud I…” You reached for his zipper, despite the fact your voice was heavy with fatigue but he just shook his head, laughing breathlessly.

“No, no, I… don’t worry about me.” He cleared his throat, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “I’ll just- where’s the bathroom?”

“Down the corridor, first door on the left,” you mumbled, slumping back. He stood up, adjusting your head on the couch.

“Okay, I’ll- I’ll be right back.”

You heard his footsteps hurry away and the door shut.

You didn’t realize how much time had passed, with you laying on the couch, drifting in and out of consciousness, when you heard his footsteps approach you again. You looked up at him drowsily.

“Hey.” Your voice was barely audible. “You should stay here for the night.”

He opened his mouth, but didn’t object, even when you waved him over to lay next to you. You settled on top of him, laying your head on his chest. His arm looped around your waist. 

“[name],” he muttered. You lifted your head. “Is this just a… one time thing?”

You tilted your head. “Do you want it to be?”

He frowned, then shook his head. “No. No, I don’t.”

You smiled. “Me neither.”

☆ A/N: visit either the first tag or the pinned post to find the other chapters!

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Part two

Note: no nsfw, mother/daughter platonic relationship!! Reader husband is aemond

Summary: the guilt was eating at her faster then she thought, the guilt of being a horrible mother. One day she took it upon herselfto visit you. Once she entered your room she saw how tried you were with the newborn. Once helping you out for you to sleep she came to the realization of wanting to change, she needed to be there for you, to slowly make amends once and for all for you and her other children. But now another obstacle was made to block that from happening

One day as evening slowly took over King’s Landing, Alicent came to your chambers. It was rare occurrence, to be completely honest. She could count times when she came to check on you on her fingers. She slowly and quietly entered the room, the faint sounds of a baby crying filled the room, she saw you sitting on the edge of your bed, your white curls draped down your shoulders as you wore a silk robe to cover your nightgown. The baby letting out quite sobs as you bounce him tiredly in your arms, with a almost defeated sigh alicent began

“Child..”

Her voice was calm and soft, yet there was a visible tiredness in her face and eyes. She raised her head, looking at you in the dim light.

“Must I call a..wet nurse for you-“ she began before i quickly stopped her

“No..I think i can handle him”

You muttered as you held the small baby close to you, gently rocking him and humming a comforting melody trying to get him to calm down.

Alicent watched you for a bit, your soft features so different from hers. You were gentle and caring, even after a long day looking after your son you still were trying to calm him.

Alicent let out another breath and slowly stepped closer to you, sitting gently on the bed, leaving distance between the two of you.

She looked at your tired expression, seeing how worn out you were from sleepless nights taking care of the baby. She felt a pang of guilt, seeing how you looked so exhausted.

“You look tired..” she said softly, the distance between you and her feeling even bigger even with her sitting close to you.

It was almost as if she didn’t dare to come closer, as if she wasn’t sure if she could or if she allowed to.

“It was a long day..” you responded softly while rocking the baby, he was calming a little now yet still letting out a quiet whine every now and then.

Alicent’s gaze lingered on the baby for a moment before going back to you, her expression unreadable.

You noticed how she was looking at the infant, a mixture of emotions in her eyes.

“You..need to get some rest” she said, her tone of voice soft yet commanding.

“I..I know..I just..”

Your mind was too tired to even think properly, the constant fatigue has taken a toll on you.

“It’s just..not easy..to fall asleep” you muttered, the baby in your arms was more calm now as he began to doze off.

Alicent watched you as you talked, something in her expression shifting though she didn’t comment on it. She was looking at you, studying your face, the tired lines under your eyes, the way you cradled the baby in your arms..

Alicent was silent for a moment, her eyes lingering on you and the baby and a thought came to her mind.

She wanted to say something but held herself.

Alicent was your mother after all, yet it didn’t look like it, as she sat there not doing anything apart from studying you, her arms and legs crossed, her own child exhausted and she doing nothing. And it took her even more time to finally make a decision.

She slowly extended her arms, leaning towards you.

“May I?”

You froze a bit surprised, but before you could question her you just nodded and gently handed the baby to her.

Alicent took the infant in her arms carefully and held him close, the small baby let out a soft sigh of comfort, her fingers gently caressing his soft cheeks.

“You can lie down, I’ll watch him for a while” she said softly, her attention fixed on the baby in her arms, her voice now taking a tender tone.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should. You were so tired, yet the thought of getting a break, even if just for a little while, was too tempting to refuse.

You gave a slow nod and softly laid yourself down, once the blankets covered your body a scene of warmth cover your body it brought a piece of mind to know your son was asleep and taken care of. After a few moments of watching him sleep soundly in alicent arms you began to slowly closing your eyes, the exhaustion of the long day finally taking over.

Alicent gently rocking the baby back and forth to keep him calm. She looked at your sleeping face, seeing how peaceful you looked and suddenly there was a pang of guilt in her heart. She couldn’t remember the last time she took a look that closely to you and now that she did she took in every feature of you. She noticed how beautiful you were, your soft skin and delicate facial features. Then another thought came to her mind, you were so fragile looking, so gentle..

She felt an urge to reach out and touch you, to let her fingers gently brush away the hair from your face, but she caught herself and stopped.

Alicent didn’t move a muscle, her gaze fixed on you as you slept. She felt her insides tighten, seeing you there, so vulnerable, so helpless and yet so strong at the same time. You looked like a small child, so innocent and delicate..

It was as if she was looking at her younger self and she realized suddenly how alike you were. Just like the rest of her children having Targeryen features, white hair and purple eyes she saw the difference in you. You had her delicate eyes and thick curls, you were almost exact copy of Alicent in her youth.

Alicent tried to shake off the feeling of guilt that was welling up inside of her. She couldn’t show weakness and vulnerability, not now, not with everything happening and yet she couldn’t take her eyes off you. As she watched you sleep, a long forgotten memory began to stir in her mind, a memory of her in your place years ago.

She remembered her own motherless nights spent in her loneliness, not having anyone to turn to, to reach out to, to talk to. She knew what it felt like to be alone and in a loveless marriage, she knew what it felt like to have a husband not even grace at your child, but now she didn’t want you to go through further pain

She looked at you, your delicate frame curled up on the bed, your face now relaxed and peaceful, and a sudden rush of protectiveness came over her. She knew that she had failed you as a mother, but now she wanted to at least try and be there for you, to be what her own mother couldn’t do. Only recently alicent began seeking out to Helaena again, simply sitting with her as she mumbles her stories or help with Helaena children. She needed to be there for her gentle daughters, she failed them once. She couldn’t keep failing them now when they needed alicent the most.

She watched you sleep, seeing the vulnerability and strength that coexisted within you.

She continued to brush your hair gently, the motion soothing both the baby and her as she was deep in thoughts.

Alicent stayed there for a little longer, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting to leave you, to go back to her duty.

She wanted to stay with you, to hold you close, to protect you from the cruel world around you. Alicent sat on the edge of the bed, the baby now asleep in her arms, as she continued to brush your hair. It was as if she couldn’t let go of you, as if she was afraid that if she left you alone for a moment, something would change, and you would slip through her fingers.

*the door creaking as it began to open, even at this hour it was almost pushed without a care in the world, it didn’t matter if the sound would disturb you. Once the door swung open aemond stood like a deer in headlights at the door away. His grip on the handle tightened as he saw Alicent holding his child. Much worse to see you sleeping so peacefully*

“Mother what are you doing here?” He spoke with irritation as his eye almost pointed daggers at alicent

Alicent’s attention instantly snapped from you to Aemond as the door opened. The irritation in his voice was palpable, but she took a deep breath to calm herself.

“It’s late, son,” she replied, holding the baby in her arms protectively. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Her gaze shifted back to you, still asleep, and then back to him. There was a tension in the air that she could sense, and she knew his displeasure was directed at her presence in your chambers.

Aemond’s gaze darkened as he took a few steps forward, his gaze narrowing as he took in the scene before him.

“And what are you doing holding my child?” He asked, his voice harsh and cold.

Alicent stayed calm, her expression not betraying any of her inner turmoil, she didn’t budge from the bed.

“I came to check on them,” she said simply, rocking the baby gently in her arms, her eyes never leaving Aemond’s gaze.

Aemond’s lips curled into a sneer, his one eye filled with suspicion and anger.

“I find it strange that you suddenly ‘care’ about their well-being after neglecting them- me for so long,” he retorted, his words laced with bitterness.

His gaze darted between the child in Alicent’s arms and you sleeping on the bed, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of you so vulnerable.

Alicent’s expression hardened at his words, but she kept her voice even, her eyes locked with his. She couldn’t deny the truth in his accusation, but she was not ready to admit it so easily.

“I have my duties, Aemond,” she said, a hint of defensiveness in her tone. “I have been busy with the council-“

Aemond interrupted her, his lips curled in a snarl.

“Duty should come with responsibility,” he shot back, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade.

Alicent’s jaw tightened, her fingers clenching the fabric of her dress as she inhaled deeply, trying to maintain control.

“And I’ve been fulfilling my responsibilities,” she retorted, her voice steady despite the churning emotions within her.

Aemond let out a scoff, his expression darkening even further as he took another step closer to her, his gaze fixed on the child in her arms.

“Have you?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous, his tone a silent challenge. “Because what I see is a woman who has forgotten her own family in favor of duty.”

Alicent’s heart ached at his words, the truth in them hurting more than she cared to admit.

She couldn’t deny it, she had allowed her duties to consume her life, leaving little room for anything else, including her own children.

“It’s not that simple,” she replied weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond's gaze bore into hers, his eye cold and unforgiving, his tone filled with a hint of anger.

"Isn't it?" he said, his words almost a challenge.

Alicent looked away, unable to meet his gaze, her own eyes filled with guilt and remorse. She knew he had every right to be angry with her, to blame her for her neglect, but she didn’t know how to even begin to fix it.

Aemond’s voice snapped her back to reality again, his tone almost mocking as he spoke.

“You’ve always preferred to play the role of a queen than a mother,”

His words stung, a harsh reminder of her failures as a mother.

Alicent flinched, her heart clenching at the truth in his words. She had indeed spent more time focusing on her duties than on her children, on her family.

“I…I didn’t have a choice,” she protested weakly, her voice barely audible.

Aemond let out a bitter laugh, his expression mocking as he took another step closer to her, his gaze cold and hard.

“We all have choices, mother,” he said, his words like a dagger. “You just chose the easy way.”

Alicent wanted to argue, to defend herself, but the words stayed stuck in her throat. She knew he was right, she had chosen the duty over being mother, over her children, over you

She glanced at you again, your sleeping figure, and a wave of guilt washed over her once more.

Aemond’s gaze followed hers and he let out a mocking scoff, his tone low and harsh.

“And to think you used to judge father for being an absentee parent..,”

Alicent’s eyes snapped back to his, a flash of anger in them at the mention of Viserys.

“Don’t,” she said sharply, her tone warning. “This is different-”

Aemond cut her off again, his expression even more mocking, his words cutting through her like a knife.

“Different how?” he asked, his tone almost cruel now. “Because you’re a woman? Because you claim to be righteous? But in the end you’re just like him, you care more about power and duty than your own family.”

Alicent’s heart ached at his words, knowing deep down that they were true. She had become consumed by her duties, just like Viserys before her.

“I…I had my reasons,” she muttered weakly, her voice trembling as she desperately tried to justify herself.

Aemond let out a scoff, his eyes narrowing at her, his tone almost sneering now.

“Reasons, excuses,” he said, his words a sharp and biting. “You can’t hide your hypocrisy, mother.”

Alicent’s shoulders slumped, her head bowing as a wave of shame washed over her. She knew she had been a hypocrite, judging Viserys while being just as guilty of neglecting her children. you, her fierce daughter.

Aemond’s gaze softened a bit as he took in her expression, but the anger in his tone was still there, just like the hurt in his one eye.

“You’ve always put your duty above your family,” he said, his voice softening, but not losing its harsh edge. “It’s time to pay the price.”

you began to mumble in your sleep, your brows scrunched uncomfortably as you began to wake up. Your eyes fluttered open once you eyes adjusted to the dim light you saw aemond once you saw your husband you began to sat up pushing the blanket slightly away. You didn’t met his gaze though from the way he was speaking earlier you didn’t want for him to start arguing with her

“M..mother I could place him in his crib now..thank you for watching him” your voice soft as you showed her kind smile to her, you held out her arms for her son

Alicent was snapped out of her thoughts as you wake up, your voice soft and kind. She nodded, her expression a mixture of guilt and affection as she gently placed the baby in your outstretched arms, her fingers lingering on his small form for a moment before letting go.

Her gaze shifted to Aemond, whose expression was still cold and guarded, his eye fixed on the baby in your arms.

She took a deep breath, her heart heavy with unspoken words, with apologies she could not voice.

Aemond’s gaze followed your every move, his expression hard and unreadable as he watched you cradle the baby in your arms. He could see the love in your eyes as you looked at the child, and it made his heart ache for the family he has missed to spend time with.

His gaze shifted back to Alicent, his expression still cold.

“I think it’s time for you to leave, mother,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Thank you..again mother..I..I shall come to you in the morning for a walk around the gardens” you kissed alicent cheek before pulling further of the blanket for you off the bed, your footsteps quietly echoed the chambers as you place the baby in his cradle, once tucking him in you turn to alicent “good night mother”

Alicent’s gaze softened as you kissed her cheek, her heart filled with a mix of guilty and affection at the simple gesture. She tried to hold your gaze, hoping to speak further, but she knew it was not the time.

She nodded, forcing a small smile on her lips.

“Goodnight, sweet girl,” she murmuring, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond, who was brooding in silence, watched the scene with a stoic expression, his eye fixed on you and the baby.

Aemond didn't say anything as you placed the baby in his crib, his gaze flickering from you to the child. He could see the tenderness in your every move, the love you had for your child, and it only made his heart ache more.

As you bid goodnight to Alicent, Aemond finally spoke up, his tone sharp and cold.

“Don’t bother coming tomorrow.”

Alicent's heart skipped a beat at his words, her gaze snapping to him in surprise and worry. She knew that Aemond's anger was understandable, but the thought of him not allowing you to approach them, to see her grandchild, was heartbreaking.

“Aemond,” she began, her voice a mixture of sternness and pleading, but Aemond's gaze hardened as he held up a hand to stop her.

“Save your words, mother,” he said, his tone firm and not open for argument. "You've done enough."

Alicent fell silent, her heart heavy with guilt and regret, knowing that she has no right to argue with him. She knew she had brought this upon herself, but she couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for you and the baby.

Aemond turned his gaze back to you, his eye narrowing as he watched you tuck the baby into the cradle.

You bite your tongue as you glared at Aemond,taking sharp breath trying to calm yourself before you say something you regret. Letting go of the crib you walked towards alicent, keeping a smile as you held a hand for her to help her towards the door once she stepped into the hallway you whispered with a sneaky smirk

“He’s just grumpy ..I shall see you tomorrow mother”

Alicent’s heart ached at your whispered words, a small smile forming on her lips despite the situation. She knew Aemond was angry, but the thought of you not being able to visit her tomorrow was heart-wrenching.

She nodded, her grip on your hand tightening slightly as she returned your smile.

"I understand," she murmured softly, her voice low enough for only you to hear. "Be patient with him, alright?"

Alicent was about to turn and leave when suddenly Aemond's voice rang through the hallway, the sharpness in his words cutting through the air.

“Stay away from her, mother.”

Alicent froze in her tracks, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected command. She looked back at Aemond, her expression a mix of surprise and hurt, but Aemond's expression was unyielding.

"You are to have no contact with her for the time being. You have caused enough damage," he said, his tone leaving no room for discussion.

Alicent's heart sank at his words, a wave of pain washing over her. She knew she had made mistakes, that she had failed as a mother, but the thought of being completely cut off from you, from her grandchild, was a dagger to her heart.

She felt the sting of tears pricking at her eyes, but she held them back, her expression hardening.

“Aemond, please-“ she began, her voice cracking with desperation.

Aemond's expression remained cold and hard as he cut her off, his gaze unyielding.

"Do not plead," he said, his tone harsh as he fixed her with a steely gaze. "You had your chance, mother. You chose your duty over your family. Now you must face the consequences of your actions." His heavy steps rushed beside you as he yanked you away from the door. With a final glare to alicent he slammed the door, it was hard enough for the whole red keep to hear

Alicent stood in the hall, her heart heavy with guilt and despair. She could still hear Aemond's words echoing in her head, his harsh tone leaving her feeling cold and alone. She knew she had messed up, that she had caused Aemond pain and anger..but the thought of being completely cut off from you, from her family, was unbearable.

As Aemond's footsteps faded in the distance, Alicent closed her eyes as she leaned against the cold stone wall, her shoulder slumped, a small tear ran down her face..

Oh my sweet girl..

AHH I’m so happy with how this turn out! How did you like it?! Part 2?

Request are open for bots or stories💗 ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[yameoto]

ARCANE bots!

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caitlyn & vi ★ | patchin' 'em up. ★ | kidnapping. ( affectionate ) jinx & isha ★ | tea party.

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☆ A New World With You — TF:One Optimus Prime x Autobot!Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff, Mild Angst || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 You joined up with Optimus in his newly formed Autobot faction rather quickly after the fall of Iacon's previous false Prime. Though it still left a pit in your chassis to think about the truth of Sentinel, Orion had been your friend for many cycles. You hoped then that it would at least be am easier transition with the familiar face. That is, until you saw him— taller, broader, with a battlemask almost always covering his faceplates. He almost didn't look familiar at all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 New factions on the rise, a complete new order to install, and an entire fallen city waiting for his words. With all of that on his back, Orion— now newly named Optimus Prime— was beyond stressed. Talking to you was one of his only reprieves of the day, the only thing that could clear his cluttered processor

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He still finds it very awkward whenever you call him Optimus instead of Orion. Though he knows it's his name now, everything is just too fresh for him to process it fully just yet. But hearing it from you, especially if said lovingly, soothes his spark

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus dives deep into his work to try and distract himself, but he has no idea how to run a city. All of Iacon depends on him, and he tries to bottle that up from you to keep you safe. You, of course, notice his new habits. The once vibrant and talkative Orion Pax, now a distant and reclusive Prime who barely gives any effort greater than a one worded reply? That wasn't good at all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You began slowly convincing him to take small breaks. It started with just little energon breaks, and eventually led to convincing him to step away from datapads and holoscreens to rest his optics. It eventually elevated to Optimus taking small recharge breaks with you, though you'd always have to talk down his worries about his work

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He definitely got more protective than he once was. He kept a watchful optic whenever new volunteers for the faction tried to speak with you, especially if he hadn't gotten a chance to assess them yet. He's quick to step up and handle a situation if he thinks it's too dangerous for you, or assign you to new tasks

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Eventually, you had to sit him down for a talk. Though it was sweet to hear him care for you and watch over you, he sometimes got a little overbearing with his concerns. He expresses to you how he just doesn't want to see anyone else he cares for get hurt, and he refused to elaborate when pressed on that

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He feels very guilty when he has to do meetings or tasks that take his time away from you. He always tries to find some way to apologize or make it up to you, but even then he'll fretfully ask how you're feeling for a while after

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He made a few teasing comments when comparing your height difference. Being a Prime gave him a strength buff, and now he adored just picking you up and spinning you around or holding you close to his chassis. He especially loved it when you still tried to curl around him for comfort

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His new favorite part of any day was whenever he could go and recharge in his berthroom, because usually you'd offer to recharge with him, and he could press his helm to yours while relaxing for the first time in hours

[achillean-knight]

Part 1 - Part 2 Here you go, the final part. This is for you, Anon's who requested the continuation of this JKHGDSHGS

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[clownthemedlizardlambs]

heyyy! would you do a travis bot? honestly I don't know what type of scenario it could be, but anything kind that isn't angst would be fine lol. I don't know if I would have to specify if you could do it gender neutral for the user it would be great. good luck watching the new episodes! 😭

Travis Martinez Bot (Link at bottom)

AN: I actually loved writing this one, got to sprinkle in the kinda person I though Travis was before the crash

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the canopy, dappling the forest floor in shifting patches of gold and shadow. The lake stretched out before them, the surface rippling as a light breeze skimmed across it. The air was crisp but not cold, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. Somewhere in the distance, a bird called out, its song lonely but peaceful. It was one of the few times lately that the woods felt quiet—no bickering, no whispered worries about food, no weight pressing down on his chest. Just stillness.

Travis sat with his back against the rough bark of a tree, his shoulders slumped in a way that only happened when he let himself relax. His boots were caked in dried mud, his shorts torn at the hem from weeks of wear, and as he spoke, he absently picked at a loose thread between his fingers. It was a nervous habit, one he barely noticed.

"I used to be such a dork before all this," he said, his voice low, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to say it aloud. He rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers dragging through the mess of his unwashed hair.

He glanced over, expecting you to laugh, maybe make a joke, but instead, you just gave him a teasing grin, the kind that made his stomach do something weird. "A dork? You?" There was no malice in it, no judgment—just curiosity.

Travis scoffed, shaking his head. "Yeah, I know. Hard to imagine, right?" He let out a breath, his hand falling back into his lap. "I wasn’t, like, a total loser or anything. But… I spent a lot of time on stuff that most people probably thought was stupid."

You tilted your head, watching him closely. "Like what?"

He hesitated, his fingers still tugging at the loose thread on his shorts. He could just brush it off. Change the subject. But the air between you both felt different today—calmer, softer.

"I wanted to be a carpenter," he admitted finally, a self-conscious grin flickering across his face. He kept his eyes on the lake as he spoke, like looking at you might make it harder. "I thought I’d make things with my hands—build stuff. Furniture, little wooden animals… that kind of thing."

For a moment, there was only the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. He braced himself for teasing, maybe a snide comment about how different that was from the guy he was now. But when he finally glanced your way, you were just looking at him, expression thoughtful.

"You made wooden animals?" you asked, and he could hear the amusement in your voice.

Travis exhaled through his nose, shaking his head at himself. His face felt a little hot, which was ridiculous. "Yeah. Well, I didn’t have much of a choice when Javi kept bugging me every time I picked up my tools. He thought it was the coolest thing ever, so I’d end up making him these little stupid things—bears, rabbits, whatever he wanted."

You smiled, and something about it made his chest ache in a way he wasn’t used to. "That’s actually kind of sweet," you murmured. "I bet he loved them."

Travis swallowed, his fingers stilling against the hem of his shorts. "He did. I think." His voice was quieter now, more careful. His mouth twitched, something close to a smile forming before it faltered. "Even after everything, I bet he’d find a way to keep them in his pocket or something."

He looked down, tracing a line in the dirt with the toe of his boot. It was stupid, but for a second, he could almost picture Javi—his wide-eyed excitement, the way he used to watch Travis carve like it was magic. He wondered if Javi still had any of them. If they had survived out here with him.

The silence stretched between you both, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind that didn’t need filling, the kind that let you just exist together for a little while. The lake shimmered in the sunlight, the wind shifting through the leaves, and for a moment, it almost felt like the world hadn’t fallen apart.

After a while, Travis let out a breath, barely more than a whisper. "Wish things were different, you know?" He didn’t look at you this time. "Wish we were back there, doing... normal stuff. Building crap with my hands and annoying the hell out of Javi."

There was nothing dramatic about the way he said it—no crack in his voice, no big confession. Just a quiet, simple truth.

And somehow, that made it hit even harder.

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