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class of 2013

Alicent Hightower x daughter! reader (uh platonic duh yall are freaks..)

summary: "mom i'll be quiet, it would just be to sleep at night."

warnings: ANGST, mommy issues, kinda hurt comfort, reader is married to Aemond (not very relevant tho, like barely mentioned don't worry)

a/n: i'm sorry in advance but class of 2013 is so amazing and so targ-hightower kids core. I had write like the song works too well for me to not.🙏

You felt a kind of numbness, you found yourself craving the one thing you hadn't gotten in your adolescence. Your mother. Of course she was there, raising you. Though you had not ever gotten the tenderness, the warm nurture. The kind one would expect from a mother.

Allicent Targaryen had many titles, Lady Allicent, King Viserys' second wife, the queen. Loving mother never seemed to be one of them. Growing up you always felt you had a Queen mother, never a mom.

Her words alwaysed left unvarnished and direct, her attitude controlled and intimidating, the trait a learned one likely from her own father. You were always taught to hold your unpleasant emotion until you were alone, "the reputation of the Crown must be upheld." She would say.

This is what had you stood outside of your mother's bed chambers, debating if you should enter. Tears still staining your water line, pulling at your fingernails, the moon tall in the sky. Your husband was away, flying off on Vhagar somewhere. The silence of your shared room causing your feelings of seemingly constant dread and stress to heighten.

Despite your mind screaming at you to go back to your own room and cry into your pillow as you always did, you pulled your hand up to knock. After a moment you heard the steady tone, "Come." She spoke without a hint of fatigue, the kind you'd expect for such a late hour.

Taking another breath of air, you pulled the door open just enough to slip into the room. Your mother's cold eyes set on you, eyes softening the slightest bit upon seeing her youngest daughter.

She spoke your name, a twinge of curiosity and slight worry in her voice. You could not meet her eyes, you never could. Even as she was sat in her bed, hair down, and dark clothes replaced with a simple night gown. Her strong look, now the sight of a person, mayhaps even a mother.

"Mother- I-I apologies, it is so very late, It is only.." You did not know how to ask your request, not without sounding like a burden or something to be dealt with then brushed away. Imagining all the ways she would dismiss you, standing like you were a simple toddling girl once again.

Shaking hands, picking at the cuticles of your nails. Rising from her bed, hearing your hesitancy she mumbled your nail once more. "I.. need to know you love me.." Your voice timid, tears brimming in your eyes. The Queen spoke your again, her voice softer.

"Darling, you know-" Seeing your expression, and the way your lip quivered with the ache in your chest Alicent stopped her words. Reaching out to her daughter, offering the one thing you were craving. A hug.

You were quick to reciprocate, taking quick steps over to her. Tears falling down your cheeks as she pulled you into a comforting embrace. Your head resting on her chest, in the way a newborn babe might. You could feel the heat left over from her array of blankets, her inviting smell invading your senses.

A hand running soothing motions over your back, as the other held your head close as she'd missed the gentleness as well. Tears staining her collarbone, your breathing slowed. You caught yourself wondering why you'd never asked before.

The horrible stressful thoughts leaving your mind, a quiet feeling of relaxation over taking your body. Strangled sobs muffled by her skin. Not wanting to return to your cold dark room, you whispered.

"Mother m-may I stay, I will be quiet it would only be for the night. My chamber's are so quiet and I believe if I am alone.. I may do something reckless.. just to sleep. I do not want to be alone." Pulling your head from her chest looking up at her.

"Yes my daughter." She spoke, and you lied your head back on her shoulder. Getting a glimpse of what looked to be tears in her own eyes.