#dragon age 2 x reader

[lexsssu]

Chastity (Sebastian Vael)

TAGS: Sebastian/Reader, implied smut, pregnancy, introspection Ao3 ver.

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

Princes aren’t meant for chastity.

Neither can Chantry Brothers, men who’ve sworn their bodies and souls to the Faith, indulge in debauchery.

And Sebastian Vael is both of these.

He is a prince, albeit an exiled and disgraced one.

He is also a man of the cloth, having turned away from a life of pointless hedonism and excess. 

A decade and a half spent within the Chantry had tempered his dark desires until they became only half-understood whispers that tempted and tormented him in vain during his weakest moments. 

But then why is he looming over you like a beast about to devour its prey? 

Why does his blood sing within his veins as your scent of warm vanilla sugar assaults his senses and beckoned him to taste your skin and see if it was just as sweet?

Why did he yearn to hear your sweet mewls as you came undone by his fingers, his mouth, or his cock. His ears burned at his own wanton and lascivious thoughts.

As much as he liked to think of himself a better man, he is as weak as he was all those years ago. 

However, he is soothed by the knowledge that this side of him is only ever revealed whenever it came to you, his beloved wife.

And as he watched you nurse your son, his heir, and the Maker’s blessing upon you both as sunlight poured from the windows within your solar, Sebastian feels that everything he’d done had been worth it.

[livingfictional]

Yes, I am a slow writer and go through one request a week. Deal with it

[sxrensxngwrites]

headcanon requests!

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[baelarys]

𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣

Aemond targaryen x Reader wife Velaryon

Word count: 1779

Warning: Fluff

Pt2 pt3 pt4

"Mommy! Vaera has my dress," little Vaerys complained, clinging to your skirt with the determination of someone seeking justice in her small, childish world.

"That's not true," Vaera retorted, her tone indignant, her voice reflecting the restlessness she also showed in her constant fidgeting as you tried to braid her hair.

"Vaera, stay still," you ordered her softly but firmly, your skilled hands deftly moving through her golden locks. Despite her agitation, your skill did not waver, and soon an impeccable braid began to form.

"Sweetheart, what you're wearing is very pretty too," you tried to negotiate with the little platinum-haired girl who was still clutching your dress.

"But I want it to be pink," insisted Vaerys, her lower lip trembling in a pout you knew all too well.

You sighed, knowing there would be no peace until the little one's wishes were fulfilled. "Alright," you relented, gesturing to one of your ladies-in-waiting. She hurried to tend to the twins, swapping their dresses with the efficiency born of routine. Meanwhile, your hands briefly rested on your swollen belly, caressing it with deep, protective love.

The sound of the doors opening behind you interrupted the moment, and you turned just in time to see Aerion, your only son, standing in the doorway. "Mommy," he called softly, almost hesitantly.

A gasp escaped your lips at the sight of your son. Your hands flew to your mouth, trying to contain the shock. The beautiful platinum and golden hair that used to fall in soft waves to Aerion's shoulders had disappeared, crudely cut. His face was smeared with smoke and dirt, as if he had been in the midst of a battle.

“Aerion, for the love of the gods, what happened?” you exclaimed, crossing the distance between you in an instant. You took your son by the shoulders, examining his face with concern as you searched for answers in his eyes.

One of the knights who had escorted Aerion to the room remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor as if the shame was a weight he could not bear.

“What happened?” you insisted, your voice firm, seeking answers in the knight’s face.

The knight cleared his throat before responding, his voice full of a mixture of respect and concern. “Prince Aerion decided to escape from his training and ventured into the pit where Vhagar and Silverwing rest. We managed to pull him out of there before the dragon’s fire consumed him, but his hair caught fire in the process, and the maester decided to cut it to prevent further damage.”

He finished speaking with his gaze once again fixed on the ground, as if each word added more weight to his shoulders.

Before you could respond, Aerion quickly intervened, noticing the displeasure forming on your face. “But the maester said it will grow back!” he exclaimed with the desperation of a child seeking absolution, his large, anxious eyes searching yours.

You gestured for the guard to leave, and he obeyed with a bow before exiting the room. Then, you pressed your lips together, trying to stay calm as a storm of fear and anger swirled within you. The danger Aerion had exposed himself to was no small matter; the fact that he had emerged practically unscathed was a miracle. However, his recklessness could not be ignored or overlooked.

You took Aerion’s face in your hands, gently wiping the dirt from his cheeks, your gaze firm and worried. “Aerion,” you began, trying not to let your voice tremble with emotion, “we’ve talked about this before. Dragons are not pets. You cannot approach them as if they were dogs.”

“But I just wanted to see them,” your son responded in a whisper, his eyes fixed on the ground. Guilt weighed in his voice, and yet there was still a trace of his childish stubbornness. “I’m sorry, really,” he added, stepping forward and wrapping his small arms around your waist, seeking comfort and perhaps a way to avoid the punishment he feared.

You sighed, feeling the warmth of his embrace, but not letting it distract you from what needed to be said. “I know, my love, and I believe you. But you must understand that you cannot do this again. Dragons are powerful and dangerous creatures. I don’t want to lose you to a mistake.” With tenderness, you tilted your head and placed a gentle kiss on his head.

With the same softness, you pulled away slightly from him. “Now, go clean yourself up,” you ordered in a tone that left little room for objections.

One of your ladies-in-waiting approached and took Aerion’s hand with the usual deference, guiding him to the bath to prepare him for cleaning. As you watched them leave, you let out a slight groan of pain as you felt the baby in your womb give small kicks, reminding you of their presence with an energy that could not be ignored.

The door opened again, and as you looked up, you saw your husband, Aemond, who gave you a warm smile upon seeing you. There was a familiarity and affection in his gaze that always managed to calm your spirit. Carefully, he placed his sword on the table before approaching you, his presence filling the room with a tranquility only he could offer.

“Daddy!” Vaerys exclaimed with excitement, breaking the brief moment of silence. Without hesitation, the little girl jumped into her father’s arms, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck with the absolute confidence of a child who knows they will always be received with love.

Aemond lifted her effortlessly, holding her against his chest as his face softened even more. “And how is my little warrior today?” he asked playfully, as Vaerys laughed, delighted by her father’s attention.

Meanwhile, Vaera, who had remained silent, looked at her sister with bright eyes, waiting her turn to be hugged. With a gesture that showed Aemond’s natural skill in handling the dynamics between his children, he extended his other arm to draw Vaera to his side as well.

“Look at my dress,” Vaerys exclaimed, raising her arms to proudly show off her pink dress, waiting for her father's approval.

Aemond, always attentive to the details that mattered to his daughters, smiled and nodded appreciatively. “It’s a beautiful dress, Vaerys,” he commented with warmth that made the little girl’s eyes shine.

Not wanting to be left out, Vaera quickly interjected, spreading the folds of her own dress. “Look at mine too!” she proclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of enthusiasm and expectation.

Aemond placed a loving kiss on Vaerys’s cheek, then another on Vaera’s cheek, making sure both felt his affection equally. The twins, satisfied with their father’s attention, moved away with playful laughter, their pink dresses fluttering as they disappeared into their own world of games and giggles.

Your husband approached you with a tenderness he only showed during the most intimate moments. Gently, he placed his hand on your swollen belly, caressing it with the same devotion he showed each day, as if already attuned to the new family member who was about to arrive.

“You look worried,” he murmured, his voice filled with concern as he pressed his forehead against yours, a gesture you shared when seeking comfort in each other’s closeness. “What’s wrong?”

The warmth of his skin and the familiarity of his touch reassured you, but the emotions you had been holding back began to surface. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting his presence calm your thoughts before you responded.

“It’s Aerion,” you confessed in a whisper, feeling the worry still weighing on your heart. “Today, he ran off and got too close to Vhagar and Silverwing. He almost… I can’t bear to think about what could have happened.”

“He’s a brave boy,” Aemond said, his voice soft but with the firmness of someone who understands the complex nature of his son. “I’ll talk to him.”

You nodded, knowing that Aemond, with his patience and wisdom, was the best person to guide Aerion in these moments. As the weight of your worry began to lift, you allowed yourself a moment of vulnerability, resting your head against Aemond’s chest. The steady beat of his heart beneath your ear was a reassuring reminder of the strength and stability you always found in him.

Sensing your need for closeness, Aemond wrapped you in a warm embrace, his arms surrounding you with a tenderness that always surprised you, contrasting with his usual sternness. In that moment, the outside world, with all its worries and challenges, seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, connected in a silence full of understanding.

“You need to relax,” Aemond murmured, his voice caressing the air as gently as his hand moved up and down your back. The gesture was comforting, almost hypnotic, as if he wanted to erase the accumulated tension from every muscle in your body, leading you to a state of deep calm.

The warmth of his touch and the firmness with which he held you sent a wave of tranquility through you. You rested your head against his chest, letting yourself be carried by the steady rhythm of his breathing, which slowly synchronized with yours. You could feel his strength and protection enveloping you, offering you a refuge where you could rest without reservations.

“I’m here,” Aemond continued, his voice low, almost a whisper, resonating in your ear like an unbreakable promise. “You don’t have to carry all this weight alone. Together, we can handle anything.”

His words, laden with a love that didn’t need to be expressed with grand gestures, comforted you in a way that few things could. It was a reminder that, despite everything you faced, you weren’t alone in this journey. Aemond was by your side, sharing not only the joys but also the burdens that life imposed on you.

You felt his fingers tracing gentle circles on your back, a simple gesture that spoke of his desire to see you relaxed and at peace. Each caress seemed to take away a bit of the tension you had accumulated, and in response, you held onto him a little tighter, letting his presence envelop you completely.

“Thank you,” you murmured, barely a whisper, but enough for him to hear. You lifted your gaze to meet his eyes, those eyes that always offered you the certainty that, no matter what came your way, you would face it together.

[urdeftonesgrrrl]

me when people call Aemond a coward for fleeing a 3v1 when Rhaenyra was too scared to go against Aemond in a 1v1:

[demigoddessqueens]

intimacy

Masterlist 11

thinking of…intimacy starved characters, always listening to whatever you have to say and speaking whatever strikes their mind and heart with you, not so much lingering for your touch but when they will be able to see you again and what you’re doing if ever away, only their eyes rest on you whenever the crowds pass by or another tries to take your attention away, they know your desires and fears just as they’ve entrusted to you, a connection that runs deeper with each other than most

[scarfacemarston]

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[bonesofapoet]

Sebastian Vael can only bite his tongue when he sees you walk through those heavy doors into the Chantry proper. Before they fall closed, the setting sun trails in on your coattails, illuminating the prayer hall in warm, honey golden light. It clings to you in a halo as you stride through the sanctuary, weaving through lone patrons and clusters of whispering Sisters. Yet, it all holds no candle against the smile settling soft and easy upon your lips, when you notice him tracking you through the space.

Maker's Breath, he thinks, clasping his hands oh, so tightly behind his back. Gleaming heirloom armor digs into his arms; he welcomes the bite. It grounds him. Keeps him from completely giving himself away in front of the Grand Cleric. This - whatever this is, blooming between the two of you - he knows better. Should know better. To know not to linger on memories of the sweetness of your smile, the warmth in your laugh, or your gentle teasing. He's taken an oath, after all. Sworn himself to no one but the Chantry and his deities, respectfully.

And yet, he does linger, more often than he'd ever admit. It's hard not to, when once upon a time you helped him avenge his blood and welcomed him into your merry band of misfits. He needs to remind himself of his vows often, even more so in moments like this one, when he knows you've come all this way for no reason other than to seek him out.

You've made it a habit to check in every so often, and it's something that Sebastian knows is becoming a habit, rather than a necessity. It would be wise to not sink further into temptation, but Sebastian would rather bite off his tongue here and now than be the cause of breaking your heart. So, he continues this dance to the tune of your choosing. Continues to bask in your radiance, inspiring him with adoration and defiance.

He releases his tongue from the prison of his teeth on your approach, returning your smile with a brilliant one of his own.

He reaches for you immediately, a greeting falling graciously through his lips. A devout Brother wouldn't be melting when you reach back, his name sounding sinfully sweet settling over his skin. And yet, he is, painfully so. Sebastian Vael pretends not to see Grand Cleric Elthina watching him from her place at the Maker's feet. Pretends that she doesn't know he's considering breaking his vows. Even so, he finds himself praying continuously after you've slipped off into the night.

[inky-hawke-warden]

Bad Dreams and Desires (A. Theirin) 18+

Summary: After waking up from a bad dream, you find Alistair sitting alone and after a talk with him you find a method for you two to go back to sleep

Words: 1.3k

Warnings or A/N: 18+.

Requested: Yes by one of my friends. Love you. Hope you enjoy.

 

     After the events that unfolded at Redcliff, the party sought respite before continuing their journey. Awoken by a troubling dream, you decide to take a walk around the camp. Not long into your walk, you spotted Alistair at the outskirts of the encampment. Approaching him, he turned to meet your gaze and greeted you with a warm smile.

       Returning his smile, you settled down beside him and inquired about his solitude. "What brings you out here all alone?"

       Intertwining your arm with his, you leaned against him while he tenderly kissed the top of your head. "I'm just trying to process everything. Losing Cailan, being accused of abandoning him, and now being told that to prevent Loghain from gaining power, I must take on the role of a King. It's a daunting prospect for someone like me, born under less than desirable circumstances."

        "I think you are very desirable, Alistair," 

        Alistair stumbled for words. "Oh, um, I, thank you," he managed to respond. I chuckled softly and lifted my head from his shoulder.

       "Regardless of your decision, You have my full support. However, my love, if you choose not to assume the throne, Loghain will take control of Fereldan. Anora may hold the title of Queen, but that will only be in name. The true power will lie in Loghain's hands. This will inevitably lead to the destruction of Fereldan and its people. You, on the other hand, are an ideal candidate for the position of King. Your profound care for Fereldan and its people is evident."

      "But I am considered a bastard," Alistair interjected.

       You turned onto your side, gripping Alistair's face with both hands to ensure his full attention. "You have a birthright to the throne. Your lineage grants you that privilege. Anora's claim is merely derived from her marriage. Ultimately, it is you who will truly serve the best interests of Fereldan,"

       "Do you genuinely believe that?" 

       You asked, moving closer and placing a brief but meaningful kiss on his lips. "Yes, without a doubt," he replied.

       Curiously, Alistair brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and inquired, "What brings you out here?"

       "Just another bad dream that kept me from falling back asleep," you answered with a casual shrug.

      "Come, let's try to help you rest," Alistair suggested, rising to his feet and extending his hand for you to grasp.

      Following suit, you stood up from your seated position. "I know of a method that might work," You hinted, planting a gentle kiss on his neck.

      Alistair blushed, his face displaying a shy smile. "Oh," he managed to murmur.

      Taking hold of Alistair's hand, you guided him to your shared tent. You softly urged him to settle on the ground after you entered the tent. You threw one leg over his lap, thus straddling him and captured his lips with yours. You pulled him closer as the weight of the recent events melted away in the intensity of the moment. Alistair's strong arms encircled you, holding you tightly as if afraid to let go. His soft lips pressed against yours, a mixture of hunger and vulnerability. The world faded into the background as your kiss deepened, igniting a passionate fire within us both.

       Alistair's touch set your senses on fire, his familiar scent mingling with the sweet fragrance of the surrounding night. It was a balm to our weary souls, a reminder that amidst chaos, there was still solace and desire.

        Alistair and you parted only but for a moment as Alistair's lips made contact with the delicate flesh of your neck, grazing your skin with his teeth, evoking a shiver that went down your spine. He traced a path with his tongue, from base to the apex, before biting where your neck meets your shoulder. 

      You arched into his touch and emitted a slight moan. The intensity of his desire matched your own. You swiftly removed your shirt by tugging it over your head, and he swiftly followed suit. His lips traveled down your neck down to the tips of your breasts, he drew one of your nipples into his mouth and began to caress it with his tongue. Succumbing to temptation, he roughly bit down on your nipple, causing me to buck against him and earning me a low growl from his throat. He worked this nipple until he was certain it was thoroughly pleased, before moving his aggressive attention to the other one.

      You pushed him to completely lay on his back before you left a trail of kisses along his jawline, feeling his stubble against your lips. Your  hands eagerly explored his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips. The taste of passion lingered on your tongue as you devoured every inch of exposed skin. You unfastened his pants and freed him. As you began to rub him, a satisfied “Oh Andraste" slipped through his lips. 

       Alistair's pupils were entirely consumed by desire as he observed you lower yourself to the ground and gradually remove his pants and underwear. You firmly grasped the bottom of his dick. You licked from the bottom and glided all the way to the top, wrapping your lips around the tip and swirling your tongue over the slit.

      You took as much of him as you could slowly, gradually enveloping him even further. A gag arose when you reached the base. "Good girl," he praised.

      He firmly held onto your hair, providing guidance in guiding the movements of your head until you felt him twitch and release into your mouth. 

      He pulled out of your mouth and kissed you as he pushed me back towards the ground. Once your back hit the ground, he took no time in ripping off your pants and underwear. He spread your legs apart and licked me from bottom to the top. He buried his face in between your thighs, licking you in long, wet strokes. He took one of his fingers and slid it inside of you. You gasp as pure bliss takes over. 

     While he was curling his finger inside you, he was licking the nub of your clit. After a few seconds, he inserted another finger in you. He was hitting your weak every single time. You cried out as the wave hit you, not caring who heard it. 

    He took no time in lining his cock up against your entrance as he slowly pushed inside you. “Oh, Gods!” You both moaned out. 

      After letting you adjust for a few minutes he intensified his thrusts, moving with an accelerated pace, driven by an undeniable desire. Your legs entwined around his waist, he plunged his cock deep within you. With impeccable rhythm, he seamlessly moved in and out of you, each thrust perfectly synchronized. “Just like that,”

    You instinctively rolled your hips, mirroring his movements and synchronizing your pace with his. Your bodies moved in flawless unity, every motion aligned, even your breaths harmonizing in rhythm. Your bodies molded together, the heat between you two becoming impossible to ignore. I could feel his desire matching yours, igniting an uncontrollable fire within you.

      The tent was filled with an intoxicating mix of heavy breaths and whispered moans as he hit deeper and deeper with each thrust.

     As your breaths quickened, signaling the arrival of your climax, he delved even deeper with his thrusts. His hands released their grip on your thighs, instead enveloping me in a tight embrace. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, gently nipping at that tender spot. The sensation sent electrifying waves of pleasure coursing through my body, pushing me over the edge. You squeezed tightly around his throbbing dick, intensifying the ecstasy that consumed you both.

      “Alistair!” You yelled and he groaned out with you. 

      He withdrew from you and lowered himself onto the ground. You repositioned yourself, resting your head upon his chest as he drew you nearer to him. In that moment, he made sure you felt safe in his arms    

[dragonnageestufff]

"It's nice to breathe.."

"I sense there's more to this."

Varric's voice was smooth, calm as he waited for you to continue speaking.

"Being someone who does things for other people constantly and not being able to do anything for yourself."

"You are someone outside of the inquisition. Who are you?"

It was a good question, you settled next to him, his hand moving to wrap around your shoulder, brushing hair out of your eyes.

"I've written countless stories but in the end where does that leave me?"

You turned, your head leaning on his palm.

"I am a leader."

He nodded, his hair was down, your fingers slid through it.

"And what else are you?"

"I'm me."

[zevrra]

i need some anons or requests pretty pretty please ᯓᡣ𐭩

[random-content-from-4by22]

Imagine this:

Fenris and Hawke first meeting each other, but it's the starting scene from prince of Persia (the one with the magical woman? I can't remember much about game, it's been a while).

Just hear me out: Fenris, running from slavers and all those other people after him, meanwhile Hawke over here is calling out for a donkey they named after their dead sibling (feel free to change). Fenris goes down to the spot Hawke is and just lands on top of them and all Hawke can say in response to this elf with lyrium markings falling on top of them is "hi." And then Fenris is off again with Hawke on their heel.

Thats my five cents placed, have a nice day

[livingfictional]

My requests are: CLOSED! (12/10)

What you need to know

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Rules

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What I will NOT write: NSFW, romanticized harmful behaviors such as self harm, alcoholism.

Fandoms

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Tags

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Masterlist

Fluff Angst

RDR2

Arthur Morgan

Undeserving of love

Relaxing with his s/o

Arthur with a platonic teen!reader

Charles Smith

Relaxing with his s/o

Hosea Matthews

Hosea with platonic teen!reader

COD

John Price

Going to a fancy event with hyperfem!s/o

Simon Riley

Going to a fancy event with hyperfem!s/o

Physical touch

Beauty Stuff

[smuttyfang]

Anders, First Time Being With You

“First time having sex with Anders?”

Words: 300

Headcanons below the cut!

Anders is quite romantic, but a passionate romantic.

He loves for things to happen in the heat of the moment. For it to not be planned, but to happen because it just feels right.

So because of this, the first night he spent with you, he did not mention love making to you whatsoever.

“Whatever happens, happens..” He told himself. He didn’t want to pressure you.

Although you’d probably already made up your mind that you wanted to be with him intimately.

He definitely would prefer staying at your place, instead of his in Darktown.

“My place is a bit..” He laughs. “Let’s just stay at your place. You have a bed.”

Since you had not talked to him about what would happen between the two of you, you just made sure the bed was clean, and there were a few candles scattered about.

When he arrives, he brings you a flower he had picked on his way there, a daffodil.

“It just made me think of you.”

You probably just spend time talking and laughing together, but eventually you both take a look at each other and can’t help but think “I want you.”

Anders realizes how in love he is with you at that moment, and kisses you.

He kisses you and lightly pushes you back onto the bed, crawling on top of you.

“I can’t hold back any longer. I have to have you.”

AO3

[baelarys]

𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩

Aemond targaryen x Reader wife Velaryon

Word count: 3184

Warning: fluffy, Pregnancy.

Pt1 pt3 pt4

Autumn had arrived, bringing with it a cold wind that foretold the imminent arrival of winter. You felt the icy breeze cut through your cloak, forcing you to pull it tighter around your body. Unlike your previous two pregnancies, this one seemed to demand more of you; the weight of the life you carried within was beginning to take its toll. Your back constantly ached, your breasts were tense and sensitive, and your swollen feet barely supported the weight you had to bear.

As you walked through the castle halls, lost in thought, a sudden impact made you stagger. You barely had time to place a hand against the wall to avoid falling. As you looked down, you found Aerion on the ground, his small face lit up by a mischievous smile as he giggled. He quickly got to his feet, energetically brushing off his trousers, unconcerned by the slight reprimand he heard in the distance.

The septa approached hurriedly, a frown on her face and a look of evident disapproval. Her voice echoed through the hall as she called out to Aerion, but before she could reach him, the little prince ran toward you, clinging to your skirt for protection.

“Princess,” the septa greeted, bowing as she saw you. “The maester has insisted that you should return to your bed. Rest is the best thing for you in your condition.” Her stern gaze scrutinized the hallway, searching for the little prince who was now hiding behind you.

“That was just what I was thinking of doing,” you replied calmly, hearing Aerion’s faint laughter as he clung to your skirts.

You watched as the septa walked away down the hall, still calling out to the prince with a mix of patience and firmness. When the septa's figure disappeared from your sight, you slowly turned to Aerion. The boy looked up at you, his cheeks flushed red, still trying to contain the laughter that threatened to spill over.

You couldn’t help but smile at your son’s innocent mischief. Despite the worries weighing on you, Aerion’s joy had the power to dispel any cloud hanging over your day.

“You’re a little rascal,” you said softly, as you gently stroked his head. “But you need to be more careful, you almost made me fall.”

Aerion nodded, and his smile lit up his face, revealing that perfect blend of innocence and mischief that you loved so much in him. Still chuckling softly, he took your hand with his small fingers, his laughter fading into a sigh of contentment.

“I want to stay with you, mama,” he said softly, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

His words filled you with a warm tenderness. You knew you needed to rest, but your son’s desire to stay by your side was a request you could hardly refuse. His company, so sincere and selfless, was a comfort amidst the demanding burden you carried.

You bent down slightly to meet his eyes, looking at him with a maternal smile.

"You can stay with me for a while, but only if you promise to be quiet and let Mama rest," you whispered.

Aerion nodded enthusiastically, squeezing your hand more tightly, as if his desire to be with you was enough to protect you from any discomfort or pain. As you walked together toward your chambers, Aerion began to talk with the spontaneity of childhood, telling you about his lessons and how much they bored him. His voice, full of innocent complaints, filled the hallway.

As you closed the doors of your room behind you, you created a small refuge of tranquility, a space where you could allow yourself a respite from the worries that surrounded you. Aerion, freed from the need to stay calm, released your hand and ran excitedly to the corner where the steaming dragon egg rested on its cradle of metal and glowing stones.

However, a sudden, sharp pain shot through your body, pulling you out of the peaceful moment. The pain radiated from your back to your belly, forcing you to instinctively place your hands on your swollen abdomen in a protective gesture. Reality hit hard when you felt a warm, wet burst, and in that moment, the world seemed to stop.

The sound of your water breaking echoed in the room, like a prolonged reverberation in the silence, as the liquid spilled onto the floor, soaking the ground beneath your feet. An indescribable chill ran down your spine, as if in that precise instant, your soul had tried to leave your body, leaving you momentarily paralyzed.

Aerion, unaware of what had just happened, continued admiring the egg while you tried to gather the strength to stay calm. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus on what you needed to do. You knew there was no time to waste; the birth was imminent.

"Aerion, come here," you called, keeping your voice firm yet gentle, not wanting to alarm him.

Your son turned his head toward you, sensing something unusual in your tone. The joy on his face faded, replaced by concern.

"Mama, what's wrong?" he asked as he walked toward you with small, cautious steps.

"I need you to find the septa and the maester, quickly," you said, caressing his cheek with a trembling hand. "The baby is ready to be born."

With effort, you began to walk slowly toward your bed, each step accompanied by the increasing pain that was becoming more insistent. When you reached the bed, you took a deep breath and called for your ladies, who, upon hearing the urgency in your voice, quickly came to your side. Without wasting a moment, they moved with the precision and skill that only experience could grant, helping you lie down and preparing you for childbirth.

Their hands worked carefully and swiftly, untying the laces and buttons of your dress, changing you into more comfortable garments that would ease the birth. Despite the storm of pain threatening to strip away your calm, their gestures were comforting.

"Take deep breaths, Princess," one of the ladies whispered as she helped you settle into the bed, her voice an anchor of calm amidst the whirlwind of sensations overwhelming you.

The doors to your room burst open, and the maester entered, followed by several midwives, all moving with the speed and efficiency the situation demanded. Aerion, his face full of concern, ran to you, taking your hand in a gesture of support.

"It seems the baby has decided to come early," the maester remarked as the midwives began preparing everything necessary for the birth.

One of the midwives approached with more pillows to support your back, lifting you carefully to relieve the pressure on your belly. But the movement triggered a new wave of pain, and before you could stop it, a cry escaped your lips.

Aerion reacted immediately, his protective instinct awakened by seeing your suffering. He lunged toward the midwife, trying to push her away with his small hand.

"You're hurting her!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling, his eyes filling with tears as he tried to come between you and the midwife.

The midwife, surprised by the child's reaction, paused and looked at you with a mix of respect and concern.

"Calm down, little prince," the midwife said softly, kneeling down to be at Aerion's eye level. "We don't want to hurt your mama. We're only trying to help her feel better."

"Aerion, sweetheart, everything is okay. They’re here to help us," you assured him, trying to calm his agitation.

The contractions came in waves, each one more intense than the last, leaving a trail of pain that spread through your entire body. You gripped the sheets tightly, your knuckles turning white under the tension as you fought to contain the screams of pain threatening to escape your throat. You didn’t want to scare Aerion, who stayed by your side, his small hand clutching yours.

Suddenly, in the midst of the chaos raging in your mind, a familiar voice broke through the torment.

“Y/N,” you heard Aemond call your name.

The sound of his voice was like a balm, a wave of relief that momentarily dispelled the pain. You turned your head, and seeing him, you felt something inside you calm down. Aemond, with an expression of concern tinged with love, quickly approached your side, taking your other hand with the security and firmness you had always known in him.

“I’m here,” he said softly, his eyes locked on yours as his thumb gently caressed your cheek.

Aemond leaned in a little closer, his voice low and reassuring.

“Everything will be alright, my love. I’m here with you.”

You nodded with gratitude, thankful for Aemond’s comforting presence by your side. With each passing contraction, the pain seemed to stretch out in time, as if the hours were elongating into an endless trial. However, the maester, in his firm yet encouraging tone, finally spoke the words you had been waiting for.

“It’s time to push, Princess.”

Those words were both a relief and a new source of fear. You knew the hardest moment was yet to come, and although Aemond had been your constant support, you understood that Aerion’s presence in the room might complicate the situation even further. You needed everything to go well, both for the baby about to be born and for the child who was already the center of your world.

Taking a breath with difficulty, you turned your head toward Aemond, your eyes reflecting the mix of emotions you felt at that moment.

“Aemond,” you whispered, your voice laden with effort, “please take Aerion outside. He needs to stay calm… and so do you.”

Although it was evident he didn’t want to leave you, Aemond understood your concern. With a look that spoke of his desire to stay with you, he leaned in close, brushing your lips with a gentle kiss.

“I’ll be right outside,” he murmured, his words an anchor for your spirit. “I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

With one last squeeze of your hand, he stood up and turned his attention to Aerion, who was still watching the scene with wide, worried eyes. Aemond walked over to his son and took his hand.

“Come, Aerion. Let’s wait outside for a moment,” he said gently.

Aerion hesitated, his eyes searching yours for confirmation. You forced a smile, despite the pain, and nodded, trying to convey confidence.

“Everything will be alright, sweetheart,” you assured him. “We’ll be together again soon.”

The little one, though still concerned, finally agreed, taking his father’s hand as they both headed toward the door. Aemond gave you one last look before leaving.

Once the door closed behind them, the atmosphere in the room changed. The seriousness and focus intensified as the midwives and the maester prepared for the birth. You felt a mix of emotions—fear, anticipation, and a deep determination—all fighting for control of your mind.

The maester leaned in toward you, with a calm expression that contrasted with the intensity of the moment.

“Princess, it’s time,” he said softly, his tone firm yet reassuring. “I need you to push with all your strength.”

You nodded, mentally preparing yourself for what you knew would be the greatest effort of your life. The pain, which had been constant, became even sharper, cutting through your breath as you struggled to follow the maester’s instructions. Your hands gripped the sheets, your muscles tensing in a supreme effort as you pushed with all your being.

The midwives, with quick and precise movements, offered you words of encouragement, their hands working diligently to assist you. You could feel the sweat beading on your forehead, every fiber of your being concentrated on bringing this new life into the world. The minutes stretched on in a succession of contractions and efforts, each more intense than the last, pushing you to the limits of your endurance.

The room, though filled with activity, became a closed and private space, where time seemed to distort. The maester guided you, his words calm and measured, while the midwives supported you, adjusting the pillows and keeping you as comfortable as possible. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of pain and effort, the maester announced that he could see the baby's head.

"One more time, princess, just one more time," he encouraged, his voice filled with contained emotion.

With the little energy you had left, you gathered all your strength and pushed with fierce determination. The pain reached a climax, enveloping you in a whirlwind of sensations until, suddenly, you felt an indescribable relief as the weight you had carried for months finally left your body.

A moment of silence fell over the room, followed by the most beautiful sound you could have imagined: the strong, clear cry of your newborn. Tears filled your eyes as you heard that first sign of life, and the midwives quickly wrapped the baby in warm blankets, bringing him close to you.

"You have been very brave, princess. You have brought a new Targaryen into the world."

With trembling hands and a pounding heart, you took your child into your arms. As you felt his warmth against your chest, all the pain and fatigue faded away, replaced by a love so intense you could hardly contain it. You looked at your baby's face, his soft hair and delicate skin, and in that moment, you knew that every second of effort had been worth it.

Your ladies, discreet and efficient, quickly restored order to the room. They swiftly cleaned the area, replaced the sheets, and helped you into a clean, soft gown. Though exhaustion weighed heavily on you, their careful hands made you feel comfortable, allowing you to focus solely on the little being you held.

One of the ladies took the newborn with great care to clean him, while you rested for a few moments, watching every movement with eyes full of love and wonder. When they returned him to you, wrapped in warm blankets, a wave of overwhelming emotion washed over you.

You looked at the child in your arms, noticing his delicate features, his hair already showing the shine of Targaryen heritage.

"Laenor," you whispered, the name leaving your lips with the softness of a prayer.

It was the name of your father, a man whose memory lived on in your heart, a brave leader and a loving father. Naming your son in his honor felt as natural as breathing.

The door to the room opened gently, and when you turned your head, you saw Aemond and Aerion entering. The little boy, without paying attention to the baby in your arms, ran towards you with the urgency of someone who had been holding back his worry. Aerion threw himself into your arms, and as soon as he did, you felt the warm tears running down his face as he hid his little face in the crook of your neck.

"Why are you crying, my love?" you asked in a whisper, gently stroking his small back while leaning down to leave a soft kiss on his wet cheek. "I'm alright."

Aerion sobbed softly, his little hands clinging to you tightly, as if he needed to make sure you were really there, safe and with him.

"I was scared, Mama," he admitted in a small voice. "I didn’t want anything bad to happen to you."

"I know, my little one," you murmured. "But everything is fine now. I’m here with you, and I'm not going anywhere."

Aemond, who had remained nearby, watched the scene with a mixture of pride and relief. He stepped forward, and with a careful gesture, placed a hand on Aerion’s shoulder, silently giving him support. When Aerion felt his father's presence, he finally looked up, his eyes still shining with the tears he hadn’t been able to hold back.

It was then that Aerion noticed the small figure in your arms. His big, curious eyes filled with wonder as he saw his younger brother for the first time. With the same caution children reserve for what they consider most precious, he approached slowly, almost as if he feared breaking something fragile.

"This is your little brother, Laenor," you said with a smile full of tenderness, gently tilting the newborn so Aerion could get a better look.

The little boy gazed at his brother with a mix of fascination and respect, as if he understood that this moment was sacred. With a timid gesture, he reached out his hand towards the baby, gently brushing his tiny hands.

"Hello, Laenor," Aerion whispered, his voice barely audible.

Aemond, with a look that spoke of pride and relief, leaned towards you, his lips meeting yours in a warm and comforting kiss. The connection between you was immediate, like a reaffirmation of the strength of your bond. You responded to the kiss with equal tenderness, feeling in that gesture a deep gratitude for the family you had built together.

"Mama," a small voice was heard at the entrance, soft but full of excitement.

Vaera appeared in the room, her eyes shining with the news she had just received. She wasn’t alone; Helaena followed closely behind, with her unmistakable aura of sweetness and serenity, smiling warmly at you as she saw you cradling the newborn. Just a step behind, Queen Alicent entered with Vaerys in her arms, her elegant bearing and maternal expression completing the family tableau that now filled the room.

"Look, Vaerys," Alicent said in a gentle tone, approaching so the little one could see the new member of the family. "You have a new little brother."

Vaerys, always curious and observant, looked at the baby with big, wide eyes full of wonder. Alicent leaned down slightly to allow little Vaerys to get a better view of Laenor, while Vaera, not wasting a moment, moved closer to your side, clearly fascinated by her new little brother.

"He’s so tiny," Vaera whispered, extending a small, delicate hand to softly touch Laenor’s cheek, her touch full of affection and care.

"He is," you agreed, your voice softened by the mix of emotions that overwhelmed you. "But he’ll grow strong, just like all of you."

With a smile full of confidence and tenderness, you handed the little Laenor to Aemond, who received him with the same delicacy one would treat a precious jewel. You watched as his hands, normally so skilled with a sword, now held his newborn son with an almost reverent care. In his eye, there was a silent pride, a pride that needed no words to be understood.

Aemond turned towards his mother and sister, bringing the baby closer so they could see him better. Alicent, upon gazing at her grandson, smiled with a warmth that softened her features even more, while Helaena, with her ever-serene gaze, extended a hand to gently caress Laenor’s cheek.

Finally, Aemond returned to your side, and together, you looked at Laenor, surrounded by the love and unity of your family. In that moment, everything seemed to be in its place; the arrival of Laenor had not only brought a new life into the world but had also strengthened the bonds that tied you all together.

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