#prince’s first day

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Prince’s First Day

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2: Departing

Tagging: @sonia-aquamarineson @asmoteeth @novafire-is-thinking

Summary: The tension between Prince and Predaking grows stronger after their fight. Predaking does his best to subtly try to leave all this on a high note before Prince has to leave for Earth soon. But Prince’s future actions might just lead to an even bigger divide between the two than before.

— — —

The following day, after Prince and Predaking’s fight, was the day Prince had to pack up and get moving. Yesterday, when the argument between the two escalated, Prince managed to spill blood as he savagely bit Predaking’s claw. Both his heads after blasting King in the face with fire, retired all sensibility out the window and bared their strong fangs. Immediately piercing Predaking’s index claw—spilling Predacon energon, some of which Prince accidentally tasted and almost threw back up.

And when Prince realized what he had done, he tried to retreat both jaws from the wound—resulting in Prince ripping a chunk out of the claw.

They were then tossed back into his chambers and locked in until he could adjust their attitude. It was harsh, but how else do you deal with your kid ripping a chunk of your finger off? Albeit a small chunk by Predaking’s standards, but a chunk nonetheless.

Back to Prince wallowing in their chambers by throwing a tantrum. He tore up the walls and made shallow gouges at his own floors, not even taking any breaks. Just the longest couple of joors going absolutely ballistic.

Prince is a very immature and stubborn mech. He can be destructive, ill mannered, disrespectful, and overall terrible at handling their own emotions when things don’t go their way. Because under all that fiery temper is just a spoiled brat who is too selfish to understand how the world doesn’t revolve around him and him alone.

And under all of that, is someone who is worth helping, even though they act like they aren’t. That’s what Predaking wants to believe anyway.

— — —

Prince was finally done lashing out.

Everything was shoved off the shelves, his floors and walls were torn apart, and his window had been shattered. It was not a pretty sight. And there wasn’t really any point in cleaning it up if Prince wasn’t even going to be living here for a long time. A really… really… long time.

It was only for a couple stellar-cycles, but on the planet they’re being transferred to, it might as well be a whole vorn. A whole vorn on some big dirt rock in a cramped building with a bunch of puny dweebs. The worst part about it is that he heard that it has nurses.

And Prince is the number one needle resister when it comes to the vornly clinic visit.

*knock knock knock*

The knocking at Prince’s chamber door is what brought them of their post-tantrum trance.

Great. Now what?

“Y-Your m-ma-majesty—“

Prince answered through the locked door. Not letting the poor Predacon finish.

“What?!”

“Ah! Oh! Oh uh, uh oh—P-Predaking wishes for you t-to speak—to meet—to dine in the uh, the dining room..”

“And—how am I supposed to that? Hm? The door’s locked.”

“Oh! Okay r-right. H-Hold tight…”

As soon as the servant hesitantly unlocked the door with a *click*—it was a solid klik before Prince pulled both doors open. Shoving the Predacon sent to retrieve him, out of the way with force. He started storming down the hall and made their way towards the dining room, about to eat with his mentor after cooling down.

— — —

*tap tap tap tap tap*

Went Prince’s claws against the table. Looking down at his energon cube before him. He was still a bit riled up from earlier and didn’t feel like consuming anything. They were still mad but not as mad as before.

When Prince arrived to the room and saw Predaking sitting on his gargantuan sized chair, he didn’t want to speak with him at all. Talk about petty.

They were about to just snatch the cube and go back to his room, but his mentor “insisted” that they stay. And by insisted he meant glaring at them until they sat down. It was like the force of his gaze alone would turn them to stone, crush them into pebbles, melt them into lava, turn him back into a bot and do it all over again. It was not a feeling someone as full of themself as Prince likes to admit.

Predaking was taking a long sip out of his cube while looking at a datapad he laid on the table—pushing up his glasses with a bandaged claw to realign them with his optics. Prince couldn’t ever see what Predaking was looking at since they were so far apart. Oh yeah, turns out the table is as long as Predaking times two if he laid down head to toe.

With every time Predaking adjusts his glasses and shows off the bandaged scar Prince gave him on his claw, Prince starts to feel… weird. He obviously didn’t mean to bite off a piece of Predaking’s claw, but they were able to hurt—the—Predaking and tear through his armor with ease. He should see that scar as a symbol of pride, like an accomplishment or a trophy.

So… why does he feel so bad every time it comes into view?

Predaking finally looked over to Prince and noticed how his cube was still very much full. How the frag did he notice their puny cube from far away, if he needs glasses to read datapads? Psh, old bot stuff probably.

“You better get a good refueling while you can. Tomorrow is a big day for you.”

“TmoRrOw Is A biG DaY fOR yOu—yeah, frag off jerk.” Prince replied with an irritating impression of Predaking.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I BeG YoUr ParDOn?”

“Prince.”

“PrInCe.”

“I’m serious.”

“I’m SeRIoUs bleh b-bleh I’m PrEdaKinG and I’m StUpId and oLd and CrAnKy.”

Predaking said nothing. Having a face full of disappointment, which Prince absolutely ignored. And with an annoying grin spread across his face, they finally sipped their energon.

“Are you done yet?” Predaking asked begrudgingly.

Prince didn’t say anything. He had to keep refueling for the big day tomorrow, just as Predaking said.

— — —

It was finally time for departure for Prince.

Everything he needed was packed into a duffel bag by the servants since he was still being bratty. Standing in the doorway that was looking towards the entrance to the castle, Prince stood there with arms crossed and pouting. With the duffel hung on his shoulder, and Predaking standing behind him, asking if they’re ready to head off. He moved towards the door without answering or looking back.

Transforming and taking off after Predaking, so he could lead the way towards the Spacebridge Station. Prince stayed quiet the entire flight. Almost too quiet.

Predaking knows his protégé well, too well in fact, so he noticed something was wrong straight away. To ease his own concern, he thought striking up some small talk with him soon would be best. Afterall, he wouldn’t be seeing Prince for a while.

Even if they are the sole target for his citizens’ disgust. Or the most disappointing representation of Predacon royalty. Or even the most irredeemable Predacon on the planet, Predaking won’t give up on them regardless. It was his fault he turned out this way, and he was the one who made the decision to send him away to see if there’s still hope for the youngling. If it wasn’t already too late, that is.

No matter how much Predaking was going to miss Prince, he knew he was making the right decision.

“… Remember when we flew together on a cycle just like this? When you were ready to take flight just deca-cycles after hatching.”

“…”

“You were only twelve deca-cycles old, but were flying sparratically as if you were this full grown ferocious beast.” Remembering how that went, it made him lightly chuckle when Prince would play hide and seek with him by hiding in the clouds. And took him joors to always find him because he never wanted to leave the skies.

“Heh heh… you were so small that it felt like being pelted by stones every time you flew right at me.”

“…”

Predaking looked to Prince and saw that they kept flying inches farther away from him than before. He took that as a queue to stop trying to make small talk.

— — —

Before they knew it, they made it to the station.

Both of them headed towards the spacebridge that was to be used for Prince to get to Earth. It wasn’t long before the spacebridge came online, all powered up and ready for travel. Which signaled that Prince was now officially leaving the kingdom. That fact was sinking in more and more since before the flight here.

He just felt so powerless in his position, and he was staring at the glowing mass of energy before them. And Predaking took notice of how Prince was looking at that portal.

It was just the two of them in the room, and he could finally say a proper goodbye—to maybe tell his protégé to not get into too much trouble, to get along with their peers, to say to hi to Professor Boulder for him, or to tell him no matter what happens that he’ll care about him regardless of his behavior…

He tried to lay his oversized servo on Prince’s back to comfort him—

Prince immediately pulled himself away from Predaking.

…It took Predaking a klik to recover from the shock of Prince rejecting his kind gesture.

But it’s what Prince said to him after, that left Predaking at a loss for words…

Turning his head half way to look back at Predaking, they had a look of disgust across their face. With their fangs bared and voice full of disdain, he looked Predaking in the optic and told him—

“I hate you.”

And with that said, Prince turned to the spacebridge and walked straight into it.

Never looking back to see the hurt look that Predaking wore.

— — —

[egophiliac]

tsum events really are just the best, huh

[radiance1]

The Ghost Prince does not, under any circumstances, answer a summoning after it was made aware he existed. None know why he doesn't, some are bitter and hateful of it while others are thankful that it's one less bloodthirsty manic to deal with.

The Ghost King meanwhile hasn't been seen in multiple eons, so the magical community who wanted to use his power just, stopped, trying to summon him for a long time.

Most magic users knew that the Ghost Prince never answered a summons, and that the Ghost King just dropped off the radar.

So could you really blame Constantine for not taking it that seriously when some wannabe hotshot cultists try to summon both of them in the middle of a city to wreak havoc?

He'll give them some credit though. Points for doing it in broad daylight and actually being somewhat of a threat with not relying on just summoning the Ghost royalty and figuring out what to do from there.

The area they were in was somewhat destroyed, then the cultists manage to complete the summoning circle to summon both of them and Constantine, well he just light up a smoke.

It isn't going to work anyways so what does it matter?

...

Is that a fucking Ice cream truck he hears? Who the fuck is driving an Ice cream truck while their city is being under attacked with cultists trying to summon eldritch ghost royalty?

He'll give them some points for dedication, though.

Then he looked at the cultists and nearly had a goddamn heart attack to see that the summoning circle is actually fucking lighting up and working.

The Bat is so gonna give him a headache over this.

----

Danny Phantom, crown prince of the Infinite Realms. Does not answer summons.

For one, it is annoying as shit, whenever someone interrupts his day just to ask for infinite power (that he can't give), world domination (that he won't do) or infinite riches (which he also can't do).

It just got annoying being summoned all the time so. One day he just, well, no. And hey, it worked out well enough for him to not continue doing it.

Then he also learned that Pariah Dark is basically the same, after he got out the coffin and stopped trying to take over the world for whatever reason. He was actually a pretty swell guy!

He was just with him too, with him being not so swell at the time for making him go through lessons about Ghost etiquette, rules, stuff that's expected of him as the crown prince.

And don't even get him started on the engagement and marriage proposals.

Overall, he just wanted to find an excuse to leave. Then he felt the familiar suggestive pull of a summoning and, instead of rejection as he usually does in a second. He thought for a bit if he wanted to go with that or crown prince duties.

It was tempting, but dealing with cultists seemed worse than this so he was about to reject.

At least, before he heard an Ice cream truck playing in the background. He doesn't even know how the hell that popped up through the pull but by the gods has it been a while since he's had Ice cream.

So he answers and is gone with a pop.

Pariah Dark just stares for a good second or two, before breathing out and deciding to also answer. Fright Knight is just there, off to side, questioning what he should do now.

Danny wastes no time with the cultists on the other side and in fact, he pushes them out of the way and goes diving for that Ice cream truck he hears. Only to realize he doesn't, have any money on him.

Fuck.

Pariah Dark is less inclined to follow the rules imposed by humans like money, but he does know it can be important. Once in a while. Not that often, but it has its times.

So when he sees his adopted son being sad over being unable to pay for some kind of human delicacy, he digs around in his hair (yes, his hair.) and pulls out some money and puts it on the counter as payment.

The man inside the tiny vehicle had shrieked before getting what they wanted. Which is good. Fear is a good motivator, Pariah thinks.

Unknown to him, it wasn't out of fear (Well, mostly) but because the Ghost King placed down a coin made of pure, solid gold on his counter.

The two then go about their business in the human realm, completely forgetting about the fact that they were summoned here for something.

Constantine is both relieved and about to have an aneurysm at seeing Infinite Realm royalty only answering a summon because of Ice cream.

[bisexualfagdyke]

the boyfriendism is off the charts.....

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you open my Super Important Documents and its just pictures of charles xavier

[jeyneofpoole]

99% of prodigal sons quit begging for their father’s approval right before they attain it. KEEP SEARCHING FOR THE STARK BOYS!!!

[demaparbat-hp]

zutara request!!! Underwater Kiss

Surrounded by her.

[nhyhu]

random capri stuff

my kofi :)

[cull3nblaze]

HAPPY PRIDE

[vaguely-concerned]

the barista lady in the treviso café fucking giggles every time you buy the fancy coffee lucanis likes from her btw. can't believe the game is calling out rook and me like this

[shirmirart]

oh, sweet valentine, be mine 🩷❤️ (inspired by those old Whitman's chocolates ads)

[demigods-posts]

i have this headcanon that percy's personal hurricane functions like a skirt. it's impossible to notice when you're witnessing the hurricane from afar. but if you're watching it from above. each time he spins. it does a little twirl. and it lifts like a feather in the wind when he jumps off of buildings. this man is hurricane-skirt sea prince.

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when a character says the name of the episode

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

Kdramas be like: This is a RomCom, but first, THE HORRORS

[aemondapologistfrfr]

I See You As You Are - Pt6

aemond x f!reader 

Series Masterlist

Summary: You and Aemond take your pregnancy step by step. Your love continues to grow as you both prepare to welcome your child into the world. 

Warnings: 18+ swearing(aeg has dialogue lmfao), time skips so we can enjoy loving and devoted aemond, preg!reader, idk it gets a little angsty but like in the best ways!!, desperate kisses fr, humping, fingering, p in v, birth scene - it’s nothing too crazy or descriptive 

Authors Note: sometimes this is just so sickeningly sweet i feel like im on my fucking death bed ok!!!! i love them! i love their letters! i love their love! i just UGH ❗️- in my mind aemond and aegon actually get to be brothers and be happy AND real siblings like idc!! i hated my sister growing up and now that’s actually my best friend - ok yap done continue on w ur story 

Word Count: 9.7k - no i will never be chill w this series or this man next question pls

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You’ve heard of the different signs that confirm a woman is carrying a child but you haven’t experienced any of them thus far. The mornings have remained the same and you can’t help but wake with a furrowed brow every morning. What if you’re doing something wrong? What if you can’t have a child? What then? Will Aemond get rid of you? Your chest tightens and you feel tears start to slip down your face. 

You untangle from Aemond and slowly make your way to the bathing chambers not to wake him from your sobs. You look at your red cheeks in the mirror that seem more puffy than normal and bury your head in your hands. As your sobs continue to wash through you, you sink to the floor and wrap your arms around yourself as you lean against the wall. 

But why would your moon blood be late? It’s been well over a month now, almost nearing two. You unwrap your arms and bring your hands to your stomach and look down upon it. “Please.” you softly plead as more tears fall down your face. “Please, I just want to have a child. I’d be content with even just one, please.” you look up at the ceiling hoping the Gods can hear you through the stone. 

“Please.” you whisper before pulling your knees up to your chest and hugging yourself as you cry. 

“What’s wrong?” Aemond kneels before you, pulling you into his arms. “Tell me.” he brings a hand to the back of your head as you curl in closer.

“What if I can’t carry a child?” you sob into his chest. “Other women say they get sick in the morning and they get sore but,” you hiccup. “I just want to carry our child. What if..” your sobs start anew.

“Shh, shh,” he smooths your hair, holding you closer. He wishes he could tell you everything will be perfectly fine but he knows nothing of what women go through when they carry a child. “Would you like to see the maester?” he asks softly and you nod your head. 

“Will you..” shakes rock through your body. “Will you leave me? Will you find another?” your fingers dig into his back. “Aemond, I’m sorry. I’m not a good wife. I’m not good en- 

“Enough of this talk.” he lifts you off of the ground. 

“I’m sorry.” you're still crying as you bury your head into his neck. “Please don’t leave me. Please.” he tries to set you on the bed but you won’t let go. “I’m scared that if you let go you’ll never touch me again.” your breathing deepens even more as you cling against him. 

“I will do no such thing.” he sits back on the bed and continues to hold you against him. “You’re mine and I would neve replace you with another. Let me tell our guard to collect the maester and we’ll get dressed and wait here for him.” he rubs your back as you shake your head. 

“I’m scared.” you whisper. 

“I will be brave for the both of us.” he hums. “I will be back in just a minute.” his brows furrow at your whine and he wishes he could be more helpful to you. “I love you very much. I will never leave you. If the Gods don’t grant us children then so be it.” your sobs start anew and his eye widens. 

“I want a child, Aemond. I want our child. I’ll do anything. Gods please,” he watches your damped red face look towards the ceiling as you plead. “I’ll be a good mother. I’ll treat them so very well. I’ll raise them to be fine Princes and Princesses.” you hiccup. “Please,” his heart is slowly cracking at your sobs and he walks to the wardrobe to dress quickly and bring you a dress to slip on. 

Aemond scoops you up in his arms and you wrap your arms around his neck still softly crying. His guard looks at him in alarm and he shakes his head once before starting down the hall to the maesters tower. He carries you up the stairs listening to you sniffle and tries to settle his racing mind. You softly thread your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and he holds you tighter. 

“I love you.” you whisper and he smiles, feeling your lips press against his neck. 

“I love you.” he hums softly, rubbing your back as he comes to a stop in front of the maesters doors. “May I set you down?” you nod. Once you’re on the ground you look up at him with your red eyes and he cups your cheeks. “No matter what he has to say, you are my wife and I am your husband from now until the end of time.” he nods and swiftly wipes away your tears that slowly fall. 

“Okay.” you whisper as he pushes the door open for you both. 

“What can I do for you?” the grand maester rises from the table and looks at Aemond and then sees you peer around his back. “Are you alright?” his eyes widen taking in your tear stained cheeks. 

“We are.. unsure if she’s with child and would like your opinion.” Aemond coaxes you to come out and you cling onto his arm. 

“Of course.” he smiles and nods you both to the table where you both take a chair. “Let’s start with when your last moon blood was.” he offers you a comforting smile as Aemond grabs onto your hand. 

“Almost two moons ago.” your voice small as you blink across the table at the man. 

“From that alone I’m almost certain. Do you have any other symptoms?” he looks between you and Aemond. 

“No.” you shake your head feeling your tears start anew. 

“She’s been a bit more emotional than normal.” Aemond whispers and you turn to him with a scrunched face. “It’s okay.” he nods at you. “I do not mind. I’m just trying to give the maester as much information as we have.” he offers you a small smile. 

“Anything else you’ve noticed?” the maester keeps his voice soft. “Could I make you some tea?” he nods at you with an assuring smile. 

“Please.” you scoot closer to Aemond. 

“Her breasts,” you gasp, squeezing Aemonds hand. 

“I have heard much, much worse.” the maester turns to you trying to offer you comfort. He starts to pour the water. “Go on.” he nods to Aemond.

“They seem to be more tender and sensitive.” you feel as if your cheeks are on fire at Aemonds soft words. 

“That is a symptom of note.” the maester nods at you with a smile. “Just because you aren’t exhibiting the main symptoms doesn’t mean there is a cause for concern.” he sets the cup down in front of you. 

“Thank you.” you bring the cup to your lips. 

“Is there anything else you’ve noticed?” the maester turns back to Aemond once he sees you relax into the chair. 

“A larger desire for sweets.” he bites his lip as you turn your head to him quickly. 

“And what is wrong with that?” you purse your lips. 

“Nothing is wrong with that.” he reaches for your hand with a smile. 

“Count yourself lucky that your symptoms are sensitivity and having a desire for sweets.” the maester chuckles. “Hopefully Aemond will be mindful of your needs. I would like for you both to come see me if there are any changes. If not I'd like to check in with you in a month.” he looks between the both of you. 

“Do you think she is carrying a child?” Aemond needs to hear the maester confirm his suspicions and also help put you at ease. 

“From everything you both have shared with me, yes, I believe you’re carrying a child.” he nods and a smile spreads across your face.

“Really?” you squeeze Aemonds hand.

“I believe so.” he nods.

“See.” Aemond rubs his thumb against your hand. “There is nothing to worry about.” he presses his lips to the back of your hand.

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4 months pregnant

Aemond lays next to you in bed softly brushing back your hair as you sleep soundly. His other hand is resting on your growing bump and he can’t bring himself to leave your side for more than an hour. He’s been dressed for some time now but he couldn’t help but crawl back into bed with you. He knows he must answer Aegon’s summons or he’ll barge in here and wake you. He presses his lips to your forehead before leaving your shared chambers. 

He lightly grips your dagger at his hip to calm his nerves. He doesn’t know what Aegon could possibly want but he hopes this is quick. He stops before the double doors and walks into his chambers. His eye darts around the room at the mess and finds Aegon nursing a cup of wine at his table. 

“Finally,” Aegon sighs, motioning for Aemond to sit. “I thought I would have to get your guard to drag you out.” he chuckles. 

“What is it?” Aemond stands at the end of the table. 

“Can you just sit?” he drawls. 

“For what purpose?” Aemond raises his brow. 

“So I can talk with you. My Gods,” Aegon shakes his head. “Must I command you?” he looks up at him exasperated. 

“Then speak.” Aemond sighs, taking a seat. 

“I wanted to congratulate you. You truly seem to love your wife and now she’s with child.” he nods with a smile and Aemond stiffens, not used to a casual conversation. 

“I do love her.” Aemond nods his head and Aegon sighs at the curtness.

“Look, I know I was a cunt to you growing up,” Aemond stares at him. “And I guess I still am but I mean it out of love.” Aegon offers a lopsided grin. “And I know it was kind of fucked up about the dragon thing.” Aemond clenches his fist debating on offering his new dagger its first blood. “Dreamfyre laid a clutch and you can have your pick for your child.” Aemond freezes at his words.

“What?” Aemond shakes his head, unbelieving. 

“I’m serious.” Aegon nods his head. “We can go down to the pits whenever you please. Or if you want it to be a private affair, I understand.” Aemond searches Aegon's face. 

“You mean this? Truly?” Aemond hears his heart thundering in his ears. “Do not jest with me about this.”

“I do, brother.” Aegon leans back in his chair with his wine. “Be happy.” he raises the cup. “The keepers will help you whenever you please.” Aemond nods once as his brow scrunches. 

“I-” Aemond shakes his head. “Thank you.” he starts to stand from the chair. 

“Running away already?” Aegon stands as he finishes his cup. 

“I don’t like being away from her.” his voice soft. “I am.. grateful for you offering my child an egg.” Aemond takes in Aegon's grin and sighs. “May I leave?” he drags his eye to Aegon.

“Don’t let me keep you waiting.” Aegon chuckles and waves him off. 

The second Aemond is on the other side of the doors he stops and shakes his head. He never imagined Aegon would offer him such a gift. An egg for his child. He had been so terrified of his child having to go through what he did. A smile starts to form on his face and he makes a straight line for you. As he walks up the stairs his heart stops when he hears your soft sniffles. He takes the steps two at a time and when he reaches the top he finds you curled in the blankets hugging his pillow. 

“Tell me what’s wrong.” he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you into his arms. 

“Where did you go?” you look up at him. 

“Aegon had called for me, I’m sorry.” he presses his lips to your forehead. “I’m here now.” you bury your head into his neck. 

“I wish to see you.” you press your lips to his neck.

“Then sit back and look at me.” he chuckles softly. You pull back with a small scowl but your features soften as you start to crawl into his lap. Your lips press against his and he smiles wrapping his arms around you. “Are you looking at me with your lips?” he chuckles against your lips. 

“Mhm,” you sigh. “You usually wake me up with kisses and you weren’t here.” your hands move to the back of his neck and slide into his hair. “I wish to see you.” you press your lips against his. 

“Better?” he chuckles, pulling back from your lips. You look up at him with swollen lips and heaving chest.

“All of you.” he feels your fingers brush against the back of his eyepatch strap. “Please,” he nods at your soft tone. “Thank you.” you slowly pull it off and discard it on the bed. “My Gods you are so handsome.” you look at him with lidded eyes. “Take me, please, Aemond please,” you press yourself against him.

“Take you? Your tears haven’t even dried yet.” he cups your face and he groans lowly as you roll your hips in his lap. 

“Please.” you pant starting to pull your night dress off. “Please Aemond,” he leans back and looks at you desperately rocking against him.

“Lay back.” his hands softly dig into your waist. 

“No,” you shake your head. “Like this.” you whine pulling at the laces on his trousers. He grunts when you push your hands into his trousers. 

“Just let-” he closes his eye as you wrap your fingers around his cock. 

“Please,” you whimper, pressing your lips on his neck as you slowly pump him.

“Then let me lay back at least.” he pants, nodding his head.

“Take off your clothes.” you sit back and pull up his tunic and jerkin at once. He watches you with parted lips as you sit back to pull his trousers down. “Aemond.” you whine when he's still not pulling off his clothes. 

“Yeah.” he nods quickly and pulls his clothes off. He sits back against the headboard and you're climbing in his lap the next second. “You are so very beautiful like this.” he looks at you with devotion. 

“Touch me.” his hands are on your breasts the next moment. He dips his mouth down and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. “Mm, please,” you whine grinding down onto his cock. He groans against your chest as you move faster. He kisses across to your other nipple and takes it into his mouth softly jerking his hips up into you. 

“I need to be inside you.” he pulls back and looks up at you. 

“Yes.” you nod your head quickly. He lifts your hips and lines himself up before slowly sliding you down onto him. “Aemond,” you gasp. 

Aemonds breath is knocked from his chest at the feeling of you sitting on his cock. The way your walls hug him has his fingers digging into your hips. “Look at you.” his hands move to spread across your growing stomach. He continues to move them up and cups your breasts. “I love how sensitive these are.” he brushes his fingers against the hardened buds feeling you tremble. 

“I want your mouth,” you pant and he goes for your lips but you whine. “No, down here.” he groans as you grab his cheeks and bring him back down to your nipples. “Yes,” you start to slowly move up and down, holding onto his shoulders.

His tongue lashes against your nipple as whimpers spill from your lips. He jerks his hips up with yours, letting his eye close as he loses himself to you. You cradle the back of his head as you move against him letting out a soft cry when he grazes his teeth against the peak. One of his hands rests on your lower back helping grind you against him while the other softly kneads into your other breast. His fingers roll the bud and you curl over him feeling your pleasure coil.

“Aemond,” you gasp as he starts to jerk his hips faster listening to your high pitched whimpers. “Yes, I’m I-” you cling against him as you fall apart around him. He presses you against his chest as he fills you a moment later. 

“We should add that to our morning routine.” he pulls back from your chest and looks at you with red lips and you nod quickly.

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5 months pregnant 

As Aemond climbs the stairs to your shared chambers his ears are greeted by silence. When he makes it to the landing he sees a few candles lit on the table with a rolled parchment in front of them. He quickly spots you fast asleep and smiles before making his way to read your letter.

-

Husband, 

It’s the full moon tonight and I wish to look upon it with you - and maybe we can make a wish for our child. 

The gardens will do tonight - I’m tired and wish for you to join me in bed - maybe before you wake me for our walk you could bring me something sweet. 

~

Aemond softly chuckles at your requests before making his way back to the stairs. He’s in the kitchens within the next ten minutes having some of the women prepare you a plate with a couple of options. He nods at them before turning and making his way back up to you once more. You’re still asleep when he returns and he smiles as he sets the plate on the table before walking over to you. 

“I come bearing sweets.” he whispers, pressing his lips to your cheeks before your eyes slowly flutter open. “I feel bad waking you but I know I wouldn’t hear the end of it if I left you to sleep.” he smiles watching you pull the covers closer. 

“Are you my sweet that you’ve brought me?” you hum, cupping his cheek and pulling him closer. 

“I can be.” he presses his lips against yours. “Or there is a plate of your favorites on the table.” 

“Help me up.” you push the blankets off. 

“Mm, am I not sweet enough for you?” he chuckles, offering you his arm. 

“You are.” you grab onto his arm and start to stand. “But I wish to see the moon and you remind me time and time again you’ll never be quick with me only unless I’m- 

“Begging and trembling.” he smirks down at you. “Though as of late I’ve indulged you in any of your wishes and wants.” he presses his lips to your forehead and brings you to the table. “But I will gently, my wife, gently, remind you that you like to go back to bed once I’ve tended to your desires and not go for a walk in the garden.” he smiles watching a small pout from on your face. 

“I will stay up after our walk.” you sit at the table and he pushes the plate closer to you. 

“Yes, of course.” he takes a piece of your sweet bread hearing your soft whine. 

He watches you pick at the different desserts and chuckles to himself knowing that after this walk the most you’ll want to do is curl into his side and kiss him until you fall asleep against his mouth. He presses his lips to your head and walks to the wardrobe to find you a simple dress and shawl. He’s always admired you in the thin fabric ever since he saw you in it the first time. 

He turns back to you and takes in your relaxed state at the table and smiles to himself. You’re so at ease swelling with his child. You’ve taken to wearing nothing within the walls of your shared chambers and it’s been such a gift. He’s able to admire you fully, thoroughly. There’s no hidden intent behind it, you just want to be in your own skin with your babe as you caress your growing bump. 

“Well if you keep looking at me like that husband I don’t think we’ll make it to the gardens.” you smile as his eye snaps up to you. 

“Am I not allowed to admire my beautiful wife?” he hums, bringing the dress over to you. 

“Admire me once we’re wishing upon the full moon.” you push the plate back and stand. 

“I think I’ll do both.” he hums, holding the dress above you to slide it down over your body. “You’re absolutely radiant.” he whispers while straightening out the fabric. “You’re just so beautiful.” he presses his lips to yours as he wraps the shawl around you. “Carrying our child.” he shakes his head as he places his hands on your bump. 

“I love you.” he’s heard these three words from your mouth hundreds of times but tonight they seem to hug him tenderly. “My husband, my Aemond.” you rest your hand above his heart. 

“Being married to you isn’t enough.” he whispers. “I need you viscerally, it frightens me.. I just want you with me always.” you watch his eye water and you pull him against you. 

“I’m here. I’ll always be here. Soon our child will be here with us.” you smile feeling him hold you closer. “Let us go make a wish for him.” you pull back and look up at him. 

“Him?” he tilts his head. 

“I’ve decided he’s a boy.” a smile spreads across your features. 

“Then a boy he shall be.” Aemond presses his lips to your forehead. 

Aemond leads you down the stairs and you’re both greeted by the dim halls and whispering breezes. You curl against him as you take the main steps and make your way out to the main courtyard. Aemond watches you crane your neck up as you become bathed in the moonlight. He continues to slowly lead you to the gardens and you turn to him with a warm smile. 

“Shall we wish for ourselves or our child first?” you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his chest. 

“Our child.” he nods, wrapping his arms around you. “Like this?” you nod and look up from his chest to the moon and he does the same. 

You both become one, same breath, same heart beat, same wishes. ‘I wish for our child to be happy and healthy.’ There was no need to add in ‘loved’ because you both care for the child so fiercely. You go to place a hand on your bump and Aemond does the same. He opens his eye and looks down at you as you peer up at him. 

“I love you.” you curl back against him. 

“I love you.” he brings a hand to the back of your head to hold you closer. “Let us make our wishes so we can get you back into bed.” he smooths your hair as you nod. 

You look up at the stars before letting your eyes shut once more. You wrap your arms around him tighter as you send your wish into the sky. Aemond feels you stepping closer and he wishes he could just crack open his soul for you to step inside. He doesn’t know what to wish for tonight. Everything he could ever want is in his arms. He squeezes his eye tightly and feels a tear slip down his cheek. 

“Why are you crying?” you gently wipe away his tear.

“I just love you so dearly.” you pull him down into a soft kiss. 

“And you told the maester that I’ve been more emotional.” he cracks open his eye at your playful tone. 

“Hush.” he takes your lips once more. “What did you wish for?” he mumbles against your lips. 

“For you to kiss me until I fall asleep.” you blink up at him with heavy eyes. 

“I suppose I could do that.” he smiles, taking your hand once more and leading you back into the Keep. 

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6 months pregnant 

Aemond is about to step into your shared chambers when one of Aegon’s guards calls out for him. He watches as the guard half jogs up to him and hands him a rolled parchment. Aemond sighs knowing the contents but unrolls it all the same.

~ 

Aemond, 

I, the King, Your King, command you to go to the pits and collect an egg for your child. 

I will have them tie you to a horse if I must. 

Aegon

~

Aemond folds the parchment and shoves it into his pocket before starting up the stairs. He still hasn’t wrapped his mind around the idea that Aegon would actually give him an egg. He’s terrified it’s another prank and he’ll show up to the pits and it’ll be a bird egg. It’s why he hasn’t told you or gone to the pits. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts and when he makes it to the landing you're perched at the table writing on parchment. 

“I was just starting to write you a letter.” you turn to him and set the quill down. 

“Keep going.” he nods with a smile. “I was just preparing to write one to you.” he sits at the table across from you. 

He pulls a piece of parchment in front of him and grabs a quill and a pot of ink for himself. He glances up at you and you look back down to your letter quickly and he silently chuckles to himself. You cover your letter and continue to write while stealing glances at him. He swallows back his laughter as he watches you blow at the ink to dry it before rolling it. You both seal the letters and push them across the table to each other. 

~

Husband, 

I don’t know your plans for the day but I think I will go to the library. 

Then make my way to the kitchen to make absurdly sweet treats with the women and giggle until my tummy hurts. 

Then bathe and have my hair brushed. 

Then you come back and give me kisses - maybe more. 

It’s taken all of my restraint not to climb across this table and beg you to take me now - but I do miss my books. 

I love you. 

~

~

Wife, 

Aegon has need of me for the next hour or two - I hope it’s much shorter - I don’t like to be away from you. 

I’ll return with sweets and I’ll do whatever you please for the rest of the day - no begging and trembling required. 

You have looked absolutely beautiful lately and if you’ll allow, I’d like to get a painting commissioned of you. 

I love you.

~

Your shared chambers are silent as you both read your letters. You both look up to each other with smiles and flushed cheeks. He stands and takes the letter from your hand and walks to the side table to place them with the others. He walks back to you and presses his lips to yours. 

“Would you like me to escort you to the library?” he offers you his arm and you grab onto it and rise. 

“I would appreciate that.” you smile up at him. “What does Aegon need of you?” you hum as you start down the stairs. 

“I’m not sure yet.” he chews his lip. He feels bad for not telling you but he won’t be able to handle it if Aegon is lying. “I shouldn’t be too long.” he brings your hand to his lips as he leads you down the hall to the library. “I’ll miss you.” he whispers into your hair as you both stop in front of the library. “I love you very much.” he presses his lips to yours before pulling back and looking down. “I love you very much.” he splays his hand on your bump and shuts his eye. 

“We love you very much. We’re waiting until we can see you later.” you cup his cheek and bring his lips to yours. 

He nods and pushes the doors open for you before starting towards the main hall. His hands are balled into fits and slightly clammy, unsure of how this afternoon will go. As he enters the main hall he spots Aegon speaking to his guard and when his eyes land on him he turns and walks up to him with a grin. 

“Are you going to the pits? Can I come with? I’ll call us a carriage.” Aegon nods and turns. 

“Why do you want to come with?” Aemond grabs his arm. “Is this a joke? Is there no egg? I swear to the Gods Aegon if- 

“There’s a dragon egg for you child. As I promised. I just thought that maybe we could be different from the rest of our family.” Aegon chews his lip. “It’s an exciting thing. I remember getting the eggs for the twins. It would’ve been better if I wasn’t alone..” he shrugs. “I would like to come with you but if you prefer to be alone that’s okay.” he nods. 

Aemond sighs and closes his eye trying to collect himself. Maybe it would be better to have Aegon come with, he could just kill him in the pits and feed him to the dragons if needed. He’d be able to get back before anyone noticed, take you and flee. He’d get a ship but Gods Vhagar would be flying above and- 

“Stop plotting my murder, you twat. There’s an egg and I'm coming with. Let’s go.” Aegon grabs onto Aemonds arm and drags him out of the Keep. 

Aegon pulls Aemond to the carriage his guard is standing by and all but pushes him inside. Aemond takes his seat and glares at Aegon as he clambers in. Aemond stares across the carriage at Aegon who has a ridiculous grin on his face. He sighs and looks out the window until Aegon kicks his boot. Aemond drags his eye back over to Aegon who is looking at him expectantly. 

“What?” Aemond rolls his eye. 

“Are you terribly excited?” Aegon nods. 

“For?” Aegon sinks down into his seat sighing. 

“My Gods, stop pouting. Your wife that you love is carrying your child and you’re on your way to get your child a dragon egg. It’s okay to be happy, brother.” he shakes his head. 

“I am happy.” Aegon barks out a laugh at his stoic response. 

“Well tell me about her.” Aegon prompts and he watches Aemond’s face soften slightly. 

“She is very kind and gentle. She likes to read with me. She’s calm and relaxed while carrying our child.. unless I’m late waking her up or forget her sweets.” Aemond slightly smiles. 

“I’m happy for you.” Aegon smiles. “Truly.” he nods and Aemond goes back to looking out the window. The carriage rumbles up the hill before it comes to a stop in front of the large doors. Aemond wipes his hands on his trousers before getting out of the carriage. “Is my baby brother nervous?” Aegon leans against Aemond once he’s out of the carriage and giggles.

“My Gods Aegon, get off.” Aemond shoves him away and Aegon starts to walk into the pits laughing over his shoulder. 

Aemond follows Aegon into the pits and watches as he talks to the dragon keepers. They nod at him with a smile and look to Aemond. Aegon gestures with his head for Aemond to follow him and he slowly walks with him down the ramp. The air gets heavier and Aemond is bombarded with memories of when he would sneak in here during his youth. He shakes his head clearing his thoughts and follows Aegon into an alcove. 

“They moved the clutch in here.” Aegon whispers and looks up at Aemond with a grin. “Go on.” he nods quickly. 

Aemond steels himself and lets out a breath before walking over to the large metal pot with a lid. His hand hesitates before he grabs the handle and lifts off the lid. Dragon eggs. They’re here. He hears soft shuffling and feels Aegon's presence at his side. He’s frozen solid. He doesn’t know what to do. An egg for his child. Aemond swallows and turns to Aegon. 

“I don’t really know how to speak as well as you and maybe you’ll hate me forever but I’m sorry.” Aemonds brows scrunch at his brother's words. “For everything. I know this egg won’t fix everything but brother, I love you and I’m sorry for how I acted when we were children and I guess, for how I still act from time to time.” Aegon offers him a toothy grin. “But I’d like for us to maybe try to be a family. I know you now have your own family but maybe I could be your family again too.” Aegon begins to pick at his fingers.

“I..” Aemond scrunches his brows and clenches his fist. 

“Do you want me to leave?” Aegon searches his eyes. 

“No.” Aemond is quick to respond. “I would like to try.” he shakes his head. “In time.. We could..” he swallows, not prepared nor expecting to have this conversation. 

“Yes, of course. As long as it takes.” Aegon's eyes snap up to Aemond. “It’s taken you months to come pick an egg for your child.” a smile cracks on Aegon's face. “Go on.” he nods. “I want to see which one you pick.”

“Do I just grab one? What am I supposed to do?” he flares his nostrils, not enjoying asking Aegon for help. 

“Yeah,” Aegon says softly. “Pick any of them and grab it. The Keepers will bring a smaller pot and lid so you can keep it in that or keep it by the fire in your chambers. Then you put it in the babes crib. Let them bond. They’ll help you with anything else.” he watches Aemond step closer. “Or I can help you too.” Aemond turns to him with scrunched brows. 

“Thank you.” he turns back and looks at the eggs before him. He studies each of them and looks over the colors and runs his fingers against the rough surface before picking one.

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You wipe your eyes, clearing the tears from laughter as you wave at the ladies in the kitchen. They’ve sent you with a plate of sweets to bring back to your chambers and you tell your handmaidens you’d like a bath in the morning instead. You just want to curl up in bed with Aemond while he reads and feeds you more sweets. You smile as you stop in front of the doors to your shared chambers and begin the climb up the stairs. 

When you reach the landing you see Aemond sitting on the floor by the hearth. You set the plate on the table and start to walk over to him. You slowly sink to the ground next to him and your eyes go wide at the egg he’s holding in both of his hands. 

“Is that- 

“A dragon egg.” his words hushed as he continues to look at the egg. “Aegon..” he looks over to you and you see the tears on his face. 

“What’s wrong?” you scoot closer. “Tell me.” you brush away his tears. 

“He offered our child an egg months ago. I didn’t tell you because I had thought he was joking or it would be one of his pranks so I ignored it. He kept summoning me and I kept burning the letters.” he shakes his head and looks back down at the egg. “I didn’t think he was serious.” you watch his lip wobble. 

“Is that what you did with him today?” you brush his hair back and he turns to you once more. 

“He took me to the pits and he let me pick an egg. A dragon egg. For our child. So he might have a dragon if it hatches.” he smiles but his face crumples and he curses himself as a tear slips out. 

“Why are you crying?” you lean against his shoulder.

“Because I was so scared our child would have to go through what I did and..” he shakes his head. “Aegon apologized for our youth and.. This egg. This is something I never expected. From him. It’s just..” you rest your hand atop his on the egg. “I’m just feeling a lot of.. I’m just feeling a lot and I don’t know what to do. I’m sorry I shouldn’t- 

“Shh,” you wrap your arms around him and hold him tightly. 

“You don’t need to comfort me.” he tries to pull back but you hold him closer. 

“I’m not comforting you. I’m comforting baby Aemond. Who was so brave for facing his brother and nephews day after day. Who despite everything still manages to be so very sweet to me. Who I know will love our child regardless if this egg hatches or not. Oh,” you smile, feeling a soft pressure and grab his hand. “I wanted to show you this. He started doing this today.” you grab his hand and bring it to your stomach. “I think he likes the sweets we made.” Aemond looks at you with a watery eye before setting the egg back into his metal holder. 

“Is this him?” he turns to you and places his other hand on your bump feeling the small kick. “Our son?” his tears start anew. “My Gods I’m so sorry I’m a mess.” he furrows his brows. 

“Do not apologize.” you cup his face. “You’re allowed to have feelings. I will never fault you for that.” you look in his eye and kiss him softly. 

“I love you. Sometimes that’s just not enough. I want to give you the moon and all the stars. I’d offer you my soul if you’d take it, if you’d even want it. I love you. What can I do? What can I give you?” his breathing deepens as his tears continue to fall. 

“Nothing. I don’t require anything from you, Aemond. I love you. It’s unconditional. There’s nothing I need in return to love you as fiercely as I do. I will always love you, never doubt that.” he buries his head into your neck and softly cries. “Is there anything you would like?” you pull back and look at his red face. “We have sweets. I can bring them to the bed and we can feed each other and just hold one another.” you offer him a soft smile as you smooth his hair. 

“I would like that.” he nods and helps you rise from the floor. “Go lay-

“No.” you chuckle. “You go lay down. I will bring the sweets and maybe our book.” you hum. 

“I love you so very much.” he presses his lips to yours and walks with you to the table and carries the plate of sweets despite your protests.

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7 months pregnant 

Aemond has been up for almost two hours now watching you sleep in his arms. He doesn’t know how you always look so peaceful. So at ease. He scoots down the bed to lay face level with your swollen stomach and lays a hand against it lovingly. He presses his lips to you softly and calms his breathing before he starts crying, something that happens almost every morning now. 

“I want to meet you so badly. We have a crib set up for you. We can put the egg in there so you can curl up next to it. Your mother has had so many blankets and outfits made for you.” he whispers, pressing his lips against you once more. 

“She’s even had an outfit made to match me. Gods know why.. You’re going to be so sweet and nothing like me.” his breath catches when your hand cards through his hair. 

“You are very sweet, Aemond.” you whisper trailing your fingers down his jaw. “And I think you two will be so very cute when you match. I may even cease to exist on the spot when I see it.” his eye widens at your words. 

“Unfortunately we won’t be able to match or your mother will be taken from us.” he whispers against your bump.

“Hush.” you chuckle. “Your father has exquisite toys made for you. I have yet to see them but knowing him they’re the best in the realm.” you smooth your hand over your skin. 

“Of course they’re the best in the realm. I couldn’t very well have him getting hurt.” his eye snaps up to you. 

“Mm don’t get me started on your small little riding leathers.” you smile.

“They match your mothers. I think seeing you two matching might send me to an early grave.” you click your tongue at his words. 

“Then might all three of us match? Just to increase our survival rate?” he chuckles and presses his lips to your bump once more before kissing back up your body. 

“You are like the Mother made flesh.” he runs his hands up your sides in wake of his lips. “So beautiful.” another kiss is placed on your skin. “So gentle.” his lips are feather light. 

“What is it that you want, Husband?” you chuckle softly, running your fingers through his hair. 

“To worship you. To love you. To kiss you. To touch you.” each statement is separated by his lips grazing against your heated skin. “Is there anything you need before I start?” he lifts his head up and smiles at your red cheeks as you shake your head. 

He presses his lips to yours as he continues to trail his fingers around your skin leaving you softly trembling. He slowly swipes his thumb against your nipple and you gasp into his mouth. He rolls the peak and you let out a soft whimper, squeezing your legs shut. His hand continues lower as his lips continue to claim yours, swallowing down your noises. 

His hand slips between your thighs and you sigh into his mouth. He keeps your mouths connected as he slides his fingers down your slit. “You’re so perfect.” he mumbles before circling your bud. “My wife.” you whine as his fingers start to coax pleasure from you. He kisses down to your neck and softly bites and sucks listening to your small gasps. 

“Aemond,” you whine and he scoots closer and begins to kiss your neck with more fervor. His fingers speed up on your bud and your legs start to shake. “Yes,” you gasp, grabbing onto his arm. Your legs clamp around his hand as you come undone softly moaning. 

“I’m going to have them bring us breakfast.” he continues to swirl his fingers, sending more pleasure through your body. “Then I’ll feed you.” he presses his lips to your neck once more. “Then,” he licks the shell of your ear pulling a whimper from you. “I’m going to lick your cunny until you fall asleep.” he smirks as he feels your pleasure leak out of you. “Then we’ll repeat the process with lunch and supper.” he lifts up and watches your eyes flutter shut as he quickens his fingers. “And of course after dessert.” he smiles hearing your pleasure coat his fingers.

“Please,” you arch your chest off the bed as you come undone once more. He slowly removes his hand from between your legs and captures your lips once more. “I may need a nap now.” you murmur. 

“Then rest, my beautiful wife. I’ll wake you when breakfast is here.” he presses his lips to your forehead and pulls the blankets over you. 

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8 months pregnant 

You look at all of your maternity dresses and gowns with a scowl. Aemond brings them out in succession and has had your handmaids bring more gowns into your chambers and you turn them all away. You toss your head back on the chaise and Aemond hisses at everyone to leave the two of you. Once your chambers are cleared he kneels before you and waits for you to look at him. 

“Why couldn’t we have done this when I didn’t rival Vhagar in size?” you pout, still looking at the ceiling. 

“My Gods you do not.” Aemond holds back his chuckle as he grabs your hands. “I think you look so very beautiful like this. Pregnant with our child and absolutely radiant.” he hums and you slowly turn your head down to him. “I wish to have a painting with you as you are now.” you sigh and look back up at the stone. 

“What if,” he nods with an idea. “We get your silk shawl.” you look at him with a raised brow. “Just like this actually.” he looks down at you with a smile and goes to your wardrobe. 

He walks back to you with the fabric and sets it on the armrest of the chaise. He slowly peels off your slip and lets his eye linger longer than necessary until he’s greeted by your pursed lips. He chuckles and grabs the shawl, draping it over your breasts and wrapping it down the side of your bump before covering your center and cascading it over your hip. He steps back and feels his knees weaken. 

“Like this.” he nods. “On your chaise, draped in silk, carrying our child.” he steps closer to you and you’re pulling at his trousers. 

“If I’m to be naked then so will you.” you blink up at him. 

“What do you expect me to cover up with?” he chuckles, helping you pull the laces. 

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” you watch him get undressed. 

“Might I just sit behind you on the chaise? I can hold you in my arms. Give you kisses while the painter does what he does.” he hums, trailing his fingers down your jaw. 

“I would like that.” you nod up at him, starting to smile. “Can I make a request?” you grab his hand. 

“Anything.” he nods. 

“Might we have your sapphire painted in all its glory with us?” he’s discarding his eyepatch and setting it next to your chaise. “Another request?” you reach out for him and he nods. “Kiss me once more before you call the painter back in?” he’s leaning down and capturing your lips after your last word. 

“Don’t get too worked up.” he chuckles as you pull him down. “Let me go get the painter and I’ll be back.” he presses his lips to your forehead and disappears to return with the painter behind him. 

The painter helps situate the two of you on the chaise and adjusts the silk to make it more flattering for the both of you. For the rest of the day servants come and go with food and drink while Aemond caresses and holds you as the painter captures your love and tenderness with his paints and oils. 

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birth

Aemond brings another piece of lemon cake to your lips and you smile accepting the sweet and enjoying the tartness that follows. He brings a cup of water to your lips next and you smile at him before accepting the cup. You start to prop yourself up and he’s there next to you offering you his arm and support. 

“Oh,” you gasp as a wave of pressure washes through you. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he’s been much more on edge as you approach the final days. The maester told him it could be any day now and that has simply ensured Aemond does everything for you and never sleeps. “I’ll go get the maester.” he nods and stops. “I don’t want to leave you.” 

“Aemond, I’ll be fine. Just go get him.” you nod trying not to show that another wave of pressure is pressing against you. You hear him thud down the steps and you hear his tone but not the words as he barks at the guard. He’s back at your side in seconds. “What can I do for you? What do you need?” he’s brushing your hair back. 

“I’m okay.” he catches your small wince and turns to the stairs impatiently. “Relax.” you grab his hand. “We have some time.” you nod. 

“I’m giving him one more-“ he’s kneeling next to you when he hears your small groan. 

“I think we’re going to get to meet our son today.” you let out a breathy chuckle. 

“My Gods, where is the maester?” he looks to the stairs once more. His heart starts beating faster. What if he doesn’t come? My Gods he should’ve read a book on the birthing process. He should’ve- 

“Husband.” you squeeze his hand bringing him back to you. “I am perfectly fine. If you need something to do, go get me some water and maybe a brush and something to secure my hair out of my face.” you nod with a soft smile. 

“I can do that.” he nods and whirls around the room collecting what you requested. “Are you okay?” he hands you the cup. He sits in bed next to you and begins to brush your hair. 

“I’m okay. I promise.” you nod as he starts to pull your hair back and secure it. “I’m so excited.” you whisper, turning to him.

“I am too.” he presses his lips to yours. He hears the doors to your chambers open and he’s on his feet once more. “What took you so long?” Aemond is rushing over to the man once he makes it to the landing. 

“Aemond, enough.” you call out. “Come back to me.” you reach your hand out and see the maesters shoulders relax as Aemond walks back to you. 

“How are you feeling?” the maester walks over to you on the bed. 

“I’ve had some pressure. Coming and going.” the maester nods and Aemond hovers behind him. 

“Is she alright? Is the child alright?” Aemond’s rushed whispers greet our ears. 

“She is perfectly fine, my Prince.” Aemond shakes his head at his soothing words. 

“And where are the midwives? Her handmaidens? Where the fuck is an-

“Aemond.” you hiss. “Go get me more water and get into this bed beside me. I will not have you yell at the maester. There is no need.” the maester offers you a small smile. 

Aemond slides his eye to you and sighs. He closes his eye and starts towards the table to grab the pitcher and bring it to your side table. You busy him with minuscule tasks as the maester asks you questions. Slowly the midwives trickle in and bring in blankets and your handmaidens flock to your side with smiles. 

Aemond watches as your shared chambers slowly become more filled and his mind is racing. He knows you're fine. He can see that you’re fine. He can see your smile and hear your laugh, but he’s terrified. He’s trying not to pace but there’s so much going on in the room and so many people talking all at once he- 

“Aemond.” his eye snaps to you at your soft voice. “Come to me.” you hold your hand out and his hand is engulfing yours the next moment. “Come lay with me. I need you here with me. Please?” you blink up at him and he’s crawling into bed beside you. 

“I’m sorry I’m being a bad husband to you.” he whispers, brushing your hair back. 

“You’re not.” you press your lips to his. “I’m scared too.” you whisper and he cups your face. 

“I’ll be brave for the three of us.” he nods his head and presses his lips to his forehead. “Tell me what you need of me and it’s done.” he searches your eyes. 

“I just want you next to me. Stay with me, please.” your words soft. 

“Of course.” he nods. 

The maester and midwives start speaking to you both and you hold each other and nod along as they tell you what’s to come. The pressure slowly becomes more consistent and you have a vice-like grip on Aemonds hand. He’s softly whispering in your ear about how brave you are and how in awe he is. He brings your linked hand to his mouth and places his lips on the back of your hand. 

“I think it might be time.” you whisper and his eye snaps up to you. “I’m scared.” you chew your lip and squeeze his hand as the pressure becomes consistent. 

“I’m right here with you. I’m not leaving your side.” he whispers, scooting closer. 

Soon the bed is surrounded with body’s and your legs are propped up. You have no care for how exposed you are as you continue to hold onto Aemond like a lifeline. Another wave of pressure takes your breath and you look up at Aemond with scrunched brows. The maester instructs you to begin pushing and your eyes close when you try the first push. 

Aemond watches your knuckles turn white as you tighten your grip on him. He’s softly brushing your hair back and accepts the damp cloth from your handmaiden to wipe at your brow. The maester continues to praise you for doing a good job and asks how you’re doing. 

“I’ll be better once I can meet my child.” you let out a breathy chuckle followed by a low groan. 

“Soon.” the maester pops his head up. “A couple more pushes.” he nods. 

You grit your teeth and give the next couple of pushes your all. You feel a loss of pressure and Aemond gasps next to you. You look down and see the maester holding your child. You shake your head as the tears fall. You outstretch your arms and he brings the babe to your arms as he starts to cry. 

“A boy.” the maester smiles. 

“Our boy.” you look up at Aemond who is already crying. 

“Our boy.” he looks at you and wraps his arms around yours as you both cradle the child. 

“Would you like to cut the cord, my Prince?” the maester soft voice pulls you both out of your bubble. 

“Can I?” he looks at the maester who nods. He crawls down the bed and the maester hands him a small knife. “Right here?” Aemond looks up at the maester. 

“Yes, right here.” he points. “Perfect. Might we clean the babe and look over him?” the midwives look at you. 

“Yes, thank you.” you offer them a tired smile. 

While one of the midwives cleans the babe another helps you through the afterbirth as Aemond lays back down next to you. They both help to wipe you off and change you into a clean night dress. Next you know your babe is being brought back to your arms wrapped in one of his blankets. 

“He looks very healthy.” the maester nods. “If you could try to feed him to make sure he latches and we can help you while we’re still here.” 

The babe takes to you with no issue. The midwives bring more towels and blankets for you. Aemond has been silently watching you and your son and whispering a thanks to everyone who brings you something. Slowly everyone trickles out of your chambers and the three of you are left alone. 

“We have a little son.” Aemond shakes his head, not particularly speaking to anyone. “Our boy.” 

“Would you like to name him?” you look up at him. 

“You want me to name him?” he shakes his head. 

“You can. Your family has such beautiful names. I'd like you to pick one.” you look down as your son leans back in your arms. You adjust your night dress and slowly smooth his wisps on white hair. “You are so very handsome.” you hum, tracing a finger around his face. 

“Aelor.” he nods, watching the both of you. 

“Our sweet little Aelor.” you coo, covering him with the blanket more. “We have a son.” you turn and look up at Aemond with a grin. 

“You were so very amazing today. So brave. You gave us our son. Our family.” Aemond whispers and you hear it in his voice before you see the tear fall. “I love you.” he leans over and presses his lips to yours.

“I love you.” you lean against him as he holds you closer.

“I would like to hold him.” you gasp at his words.

“My Gods Aemond, of course. I’m sorry.” you can’t believe you haven’t offered him his son yet.

“I don’t think I’ll want to let him go either.” he smiles as you rest Aelor into his arms.

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um i just love him and i think i almost cried like a million times while writing this 🤗 - im working on the next couple of chapters and im thinking we’ll do like time skips but years like 2yrs later 5yrs later etc bc i have so much cute shit planned once their babies are like ~sentient~ 

also maybe sorry for naming the child? idk they’re going to have more and i don’t want to just type “the eldest said” “the middle said” so yeah and there’s only so many targ names so if they’re basic? deal ✅

also i have no idea why i personally yapped so heavily on this post!! I just have so much to say about it!!

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Quick dump of my contributions to Lifestealtober so far (I am behinddd)