Wolfs and dragons, both have claws and teeth // Aemond Targaryen x Stark!preg!oc
Aemond aims to be a legendary Targaryan, but his wife Evanna founds more amusing his new interest on becoming the father of a legend. But traumas exist and pregnancies can feel like centuries.
Oc and Aemond are BFF but won't admit it, they also fall in love very subtly and Aemond is such a quiet simp for Oc.
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Aemond was a good father, but a quiet one. That was Evanna's first observation when he aproach the baby. She had fear he wouldn't appear until need it. Her father barely dined with her or her siblings. So, why would the prince, the one obsess with training and who didn't even liked her, be different? Her mother, the former Lady Lannister, warmed her once, at least a child will make the unhappiness feel like a duty completed. Yes, she had given the crown a proper heir, or thats what she thought, before birthing a girl.
The marriage was arranged easily, the second daughter of Jason Lannister was to wed the third child of the King. Maybe that was the only time her father counted on her and to be rewarded by a men like Jason meant danger for Evanna. She loved her mother deeply, she stayed by her side for fourteen years. Her mother's name was Lyrra, a Stark, always the best storyteller in Casterly Rock, a northern woman by definition, a mother of three children, none of them with her brunette hair or grey eyes. But she could see the roots of herself on her little Evanna, always quiet, but noble and truthful, her eyes never lied and she wasn't able to keep a secret. But she was also feisty when she was angered, and sensible when needed. A child with a dignity that didn't suited her blonde locks. Mother and daughter longed for something more in their lives. She wanted to take her mother back to the north, to send her protection and company, she wanted Lyrra to be part of the family that recognised her talent and personality, she would do her duty to free her mother from her owns. But when she died on the labors of a future baby brother, Evanna was left with ashes in her tongue and a cold hand between her small ones. She remembered the blood, she only remembered her blood, and the pain was so huge, so dark and blurry, she buried her mother deep in her memory. Because remembering her meant that her duty was pointless, that fate was cruel, and that every great soul could drown on their own puddle of blood and bones.
She told this to Aemond on their wedding night. The bedding was done, he denied to be pushed by people and Evanna thanked him by kissing him when he put her near. They didn't like each other, he saw in her a dull girl who inherited nothing but the golden hair of the Lannisters and a few golden jewellery. The rest of her was pure north, that cold country, strange and folkloric. But she was pretty, as every Lannister was, and her silence made her invisible in room full of snakes. He knew that she not only could hear, but she guarded everything in that little pretty head and judge with her eyes what she found interesting. Aemond had been the center of that interest the first two weeks of their betrothal, but he thought it was, obviously, because of the missing eye. But it wasn't only that. On the celebration, the now princess Evanna gifted him one of the rarest books in the Seven Kingdoms. A book about the diverse religions on Westeros and legends circulating around villages he didn't even heard about. All those stories were collected by more than a thousand maesters, each from different parts of the world.
"There's a chapter dedicated to Valyrian blood and it's descendents" she told him when a drunk Aegon laughed at the gift.
She knew about his interests of politics, and as a good northern girl, she included people's believes and traditions in the same aspect. At the end, isn't a king chosen by the gods to protect their people? He even felt ashamed of gifting her a simple silved ring.
"Little wolfs, little lions and little dragons... all have claws and teeth, sharp, always sharp" said Helaena the moment she greeted the bride.
The first time they laid together was better than what Evanna expected. They kissed gently and she was kindly treated by the prince. It hurted a bit but for the softness of Aemond made it simple and easy. They rested on the same bed, the limits of confidence already crossed and there was no need of looking for another bed when they already laid in that huge one.
"You are smarter that I thought" he said, looking at the cealing.
"I'm doing what I have to do, and to do it well I have to numb myself..."she looked at the ceiling too "It takes a bit of time, tho"
"You can be smart with me"
"You won't like it, my prince. Men think they want to be corrected until they reach perfection, but the hard truth comes and flaws appear. And at the end of they day they only want a wife to fuck at night and a wife to hush their babes at morning"
"Where did you learn all that gory philosophy" he looked at her.
"A Stark, sounds about right then"
It was then when she told him about her. Aemond could not relate, but he was the kind of person who found more confort in others point of view about pain. Maybe an absent father like Viserys wasn't as bad as Jason Lannister, and even tho he loved her mother Alicent, the bond between a mother and daughter was something else. And to lose a mother like that...it was a bigger ache than most.
On the weeks that followed, the newly weds barely changed their routines. Only at night the things were different. They would sit together at dinner when the family reunited, often commenting in the background, other times Evanna dined alone but ate a piece of lemon cake with Aemond, who just finished training or reading. They would share pages of books, the nights on the bed ended with conversations about the old Westeros, talles about beyond the wall or a bit of gossip about the Red Keep. They slept together because Aemond found a strange friend on that chamber, he felt no need of a bigger bed. Some nights he would kiss her again like the wedding night, and another attempt for an heir accured. Evanna enjoyed those nights, but because he insisted on ignoring her the majority of the days, she kept her illusions out of her mind.
Soon she found herself with a child. She vomited every single morning, Aemond already gone for the day. Alone, she cleaned herself, she pitied the maidens too much. She felt humiliated by her own body. When Aemond was told the news he felt divided. He was contempt about entering this part of his life, the father of a future Targaryen, a child who could build his own legend, like he was doing at the moment. But he thought of Evanna, such a beautiful woman, she now will be reduced as a mother of a Targaryen. She won't be able to ride every morning as she used to, or read as much as she likes to, or dance careless as the young lady she still was. All the looks she received for herself will be pass to the heir she will bleed on a few moons. One night, Evanna felt asleep before Aemond, something unusual. So he stared at her for so long one can't even count. Why was she so tired all of a sudden? It was she the one who spend her day fencing and traveling. The lack of sleep made Aemond woke a bit later than usual, so when he was about to leave, he heard the early morning sickness of his wife. He had never seen her in such pain. She was criying softly and tryed to push him away, not letting him help her.
"I've lost an eye when I was barely twelve,I've seen blood on the most violents of combats, I train day and night to kill my enemies when the time comes...you think this will repel me, Evanna?" He pulled softly her hair, caressing her back. He had seen her mother do this to Helaena back when she was pregnant.
"It does repel me" she said, tearing up for the pression.
"I'll call the maidens, you'll go with me and take some fresh air and fresh water" he said, helping her up.
The fatter she got, the more fake smiles she was giving around the halls of the Red Keep. The only one acting normal was Aemond, he kept eating cakes with her, he kept holding the chair besides him on the big dinners, and he acted as his there wasn't a bundle the size of a watermelon under Evanna's dress. She liked that, she felt good around him, because he respected her loneliness and at the same time, he was the only one making her forget about it. Aemond on the other hand, spend her days thinking about her, he made sure that lemon and flour arrived well, thinking on names and writing down every name that made a mark on history, to inspire their future son.
The week Rhaenyra came back to King's Landing, she was on the final days of the labors, according to the maester. The princess recognised the pregnancy as the first one of Evanna and she also remembered her mother's fate, a very similar one to her own dear one. Rhaenyra reached her late in the night to congratulate her on the baby, as everyone does to a pregnant woman. She eyed the girl first, thinking about what she would have liked to hear during her first pregnancy.
"I know mothers should never safe a bigger place for any of their children...but the ones that scares you the most always drags you the furthest. For me was Jace...the first one" she smiled looking at the teenage boy who drank with his own grandfather and step-father. "I was absolutely terrified when I was pregnant with him...and the fear continued with Luke and Joffrey..." she turned to look at Evanna. "It is a hard thing to do, my mother said it was our own batterfield...but to create them, to have a creature that makes you feel need it...your love for them would grow inside you the moment the get into your world... I deeply believe that my mother's love was so big that it keeps protecting me and my loved ones. And I believe deeply that your mother's love will be with you when the time comes".
She spoke and instead of caressing Evanna's belly like everyone did, she caressed Evanna's face. The soft exchange was not missed by Aemond at the other side of the room. They wished each other a very sincere goodbye and when they left back to Dragonstone Evanna embraced her out of an impulse.
The night he saw the two woman talking he came to bed quieter than usual. She looked at her husband cautiously because for the first time since the pregnancy, he looked stroked by the belly of Evanna. He stared at it as if he was impressed by a pregnancy, maybe he just realised that I'm going to pop up in any giving moment, she thought. But when he lied by her side she knew what it was.
"He has never kicked you" he spoke.
"He moves, i can reassured you" Evanna smiled at his concern "but he hasn't kick yet, such a good baby". She then slowly took his hand and put it in her belly. "Let's see if he's awake, maybe he likes you more". Aemond remained still, both waiting for a response.
"Do we agree on the baby being a boy?" He asked.
"Well, you were the first one doing it...I just follow, kind of manifesting our wish"
"I didn't know you wanted a boy...always thought woman preferred girls" he moved his hand around the belly trying to awake the occupant.
"I'll be glad if he's a boy, everything would be so easy..."
"You would be "glad" if is a boy, but you do "wish" for a girl. Confess it" he looked at her, half smiling.
"I just want everything to go well" she half confessed. Of course she wanted a girl, a girl for her to raise, a loyal companion, maybe a selfish wish that would be enjoyed until she has to marry her little girl off. She now became the puzzled one when Aemond put his head under her shoulders, his face extremely close to her belly.
"Maybe this little dragon is so offended by our assumptions that refused to move...Is that the case? Is my little dragon a feisty baby girl?" He whispered, stroking the belly.
It was then when a kick was thrown. Evanna cryed out, not too laud or alarming. Just a little scare, but Aemond sense it too. They exchanged a look. She decided to rise her sleeping gown up to her breast, fully showing the belly. They observed it for a few moments, hesitating. "Speak again"
"Was I right? You would do well by listening to me so early, making me a proud father...if for the contrary you are just rebelling against me...we will have a talk before you even learn how to, little dragon" he said in a serious tone, Evanna smiled, she barely saw the goofyness of his husband. He did have a sense of humor, but not the kind of humor that included to degrade himself just to make a kid laugh. He enjoyed this version of him. The baby kicked again and they both let out a stupid noise of surprise.
"I couldn't tell which option he, or she, chose" she smiled at him. "Buy the baby certainly likes your voice".
That made Aemond smile. The baby started to kick softly. Evanna hummed the first song that came to mind, maybe the baby could feel the vibrations. Aemond then putted his head in Evanna's chest, his hand still on the moving belly. They slept like that for the rest of the night.
Three days later, Jason Lannister visited her daughter. A dinner was held, even though the maester recommended rest for the pregnant woman, she felt the need of showing for her father, to remind him that she was as part of the family as he wanted her (or himself) to be. Viserys order to put her chair by his side, he had grown font of his good daughter and Alicent wanted her closer than usually as well. The night was full of stupid comments by the Lannister, only his brother Tyland felt confident enough to shut him. Aemond could feel the uncomfort of his wife.
"I want to propose a toast to my daughter, Evanna" he didn't even stood up. But Aemond did, cup in his hand, and the rest raised with him as well, only Jason was awkwardly left down. He stood then. "My only daughter, you completed the dream I dreamed for yourself. You may look like me, but the Seven made you with your mother in their eyes, kind and dignified". Evanna was emotional, the first time she heard his father praise her mother, she loved to be compare to the person she loved the most. He then chucked "Let's hope the Seven gave more hips to the daughter than they did to the late mother".
Only Jason laughed alone. To stunned to speak, they looked at him, he only quickly stopped at the silence. Evanna stood up, breath heavy on her chest. She got closer to her father. She spoke slowly once she faced him.
"I hate you so much, father....I hope you die slowly, chocking on your own blood, nobody to save your body and soul"
Anger possessed the lord, his hand raised to hit the girl, but the noise of a sword unsheathing made him stop. It was Aemond, pointing at the lord.
"Don't dare touch my wife ever again, Lord Lannister, or you won't have fingers left to put your pretty rings"
The tension kept the room in silence. The King was offended, his late wife's death came into his mind again, and he was willing to punish the Lord. But the girl started to panic.
"I...I think something happened" she cryed, fear eating her face. Alicent ran to her, Helaena tried to help, holding Evanna by the hands and back while Alicent look at the girls underskirt, the water broke, a little blood dropped too.
It went to fast, but too slow too. It was more of an endless compilation of fast pacing around. She heard the King's word to Lord Lannister, letting him know that her daughter was what would keep him alive after that comment. Aemond did not know what to do. Few men entered their wives labors, the screams of Evanna scared him too. She was in pain, that was for sure, but he knew it was something else in her mind.
Evanna only could say a word, "no". She said no to everything. To knee in front of the bed she said no, to hold still she said no, to breath deeply she said no, to push when the pain strikes she said no. Alicent took her face in her hands.
"Lyrra Stark survived and succeed this pain three times before she was took by the gods. She was as much of a wolf as you, she is here with you tonight".
"I CAN'T FEEL HER HERE" she cried.
"She is, Evanna, but you can't barely breath how are you suppose to feel her. Now, my dear, look at me, breath deeply. Do it for her".
She breathed, Alicent with her. Hands tight, eyes locked. The pushes started and the cries travelled the castle.
The men of the family paced on the dinner room. Jason didn't left immediately, he was willing to meet his grandson. So he drank alone, Tyland looked at him trying to scold him in silence. At the screams, Viserys touch his sons shoulder.
"It's in their nature, Aemond. It makes you wonder if soldiers are lucky their pain is quicker and smaller"
"Women have this tendency of exaggerating, your grace...when a baby was delivered on my house our Father used to take us for a hunting. He was annoyed by mother...I undertood him after my first son..." said Jason, he was already drunk, so Aemond only gave him a look. He looked at the King and bowed before heading to his wife's quarters.
He reached the door when the last pushed was announced. So he was there when the crying started. It was a baby's screams, a healthy angry baby. The now mother was bleeding, sweating and crying. She didn't saw him, but Alicent did. The Queen smiled at him and stood up, leaving Evanna to catch her breath.
"Evanna did amazing. So quick, very clean. She hasn't bleed to much. In my experience, I say she will be fine" she steped behind.
The maids cut the umbilical cord, the after birth was easily done and the baby covered in a blanket. The mother begged to see the baby.
"A girl, princess" said the midwife, a serious tone.
The little of hair she had was brunette, pail like a Targaryen but when she opened her eyes, they were grey, Stark grey eyes. For a moment she feared for Aemond's wishes, but she was mesmerised by her baby. She had in her arms the evidence of her heritage. She had made a little werewolf. She saw her dearest friend alive once again.
Everyone left, except Aemond. The bed was properly accommodated for the mother to rest. Aemond helped her get into it, but he didn't hold his daughter yet. He only saw. She was sleeping at the arms of her mother. Maybe he thought she had been unfaithful, that the baby was a bastard. But he had a feeling, something in his chest made him trust his wife, and she recognised in the baby some features identical to Helaena's and Aegon's babies. The lips form, the long of the noses. And the baby had her grey eyes open so wide...it was Aemond's eyes, the same distance between then, and the way her mouth rested. She was her daughter too, she was a Stark, but a Targaryen as well.
"I guess you were right, we offended her the whole time" She tried to joke.
"Well, that explains why she refused to look like a proper Targaryen" he said, also joking, but being as dry as always. He laid next to them. It was then when he decided to take her in his arms. The baby started to cry. The mother tried to hushed her softly but she cried more and more. So Aemond did something that worked once.
"High in the halls of the kings who are gone...Jenny would dance with her ghosts..." he started to recit. He didn't sing, he just spoke. "The ones she had lost and the ones she had found...And the ones who had loved her the most...The ones who'd been gone for so very long. She couldn't remember their names...They spun her around on the damp old stones. Spun away all her sorrow and pain..." he started to rock her, she stopped crying and started to close her eyes. "And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave...Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave".
The baby was sleeping. Father, mother and daughter cuddle up in the bed, both parents looking at the little person inside the blanket as if it was a box full of explosives. When she left a sudden but soft sigh they couldn't help but smile, feeling relieved at the sign of a peacefully sleeping creature. The wife looked at the husband and the husband looked at the wife. They both did it at the same time, perfectly connected, they kissed. Long and sweet. She then felt asleep on his shoulder. He was left with the two woman. What was he doing now with all those names annotated? None of them were female names...well, if he looked again, a Targaryen name wouldn't suit her. Aemond remembered a story then and his mind was made up.
Her little dragon, her little werewolf, both have claws and teeth, sharp, always sharp.
Lyrra Targaryen, first of her name.
