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“It’s your fault,” Aerion grumbled, glaring at you, as he held Baela in his arms. The contrast between his scowl and Baela’s continued happy calls, her tiny hands cupping his cheeks, was amusing.
“What are you talking about?” you asked, biting your lip to keep from smiling, while Daeron continued laughing along with Daella and Rhae. You could even see a flicker of amusement in your father-in-law’s eyes.
“She calls me by my name!” the prince complained indignantly, as if he had just suffered the greatest insult of his life. “You should call me Papa. I am your Papa,” he said, now looking at his daughter.
You must be dreaming because Aerion Targaryen shouldn’t be pouting right now.
Baela had only recently begun to speak. Of course, her vocabulary wasn't extensive; she only said a few words like "Mama," which was to be expected since you spent so much time with her, "Idiot"—much to your dismay, you knew you were responsible for her learning that insult, but it was also Aerion's fault; if he weren't such an idiot, you wouldn't have to tell him off so often—, "Fuck," which you had no doubt was the fault of your father-in-law and brother-in-law, "Dae," the nickname she gave her uncle, and "Mae Mae," as she called her grandfather because she had trouble saying his full name. But today, your daughter finally called Aerion for the first time. Only not in the way he had hoped.
"Aerion!" your daughter shouted happily, and the prince's devastated expression made you smile.
It seemed unreal to see Aerion Targaryen, a capricious and cruel man, losing his composure because his daughter called him by his name.
Honestly, you never thought your husband would be such a present, loving father. You thought that after the first few days after Baela's birth, his excitement about having a child would fade, but Aerion surprised you. The two of you spent a lot of time at the nursery with your daughter. Aerion would proudly walk around the castle with Baela in his arms, making her a part of his routine without any fuss.
You notice how wary he seems every time he hands Baela to someone else, whether it's family or the nannies, and how he watches like a hawk whenever one of his siblings holds his daughter or plays with her.
"It's your fault," Aerion accuses you again when he sees you smile.
"Why?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
"You always call me by my name in front of her. You never refer to me as Papa," he says, clearly annoyed.
And it's true. Unlike Aerion, who, when he talks about you with Baela, refers to you as "Mama" or "mother", you called him by his name. Honestly, you didn't do it on purpose; it just felt strange to call him Papa.
“And you’ll have to live with it because I’m never going to do it,” you said, unaware that you’d soon eat your words. “You know, other parents would be proud if their baby learned a new word,” you said, trying to distract him from his annoyance.
Of course, it worked, because instantly Aerion’s irritated expression transformed into one of offense.
“Of course I’m proud, my daughter is smart,” he said, turning all his attention back to the baby.
In the days that followed, you spent your time watching your husband trying to teach Baela to call him Papa, Father, or Kepus. It didn’t work, and although at first you found it amusing to see the frustration on the capricious prince’s face, you soon began to see Aerion’s sad expression when his daughter continued to call him by his name.
You may not like Aerion, but you're not a cold or cruel woman. You can't help but think that you'd feel bad too if your daughter didn't call you Mama, so you decide to help him. You start referring to him as Papa when you talk to Baela; you know that sooner or later she'll say it herself, simply out of repetition.
The first time you say it is when Aerion enters the dining room; the whole family is ready to eat.
“Look, Baela, it’s Papa. He’s going to eat with us.” You’re dying of embarrassment while trying to avoid Aerion’s gaze. He smiles broadly, so much so that some of the servants are startled.
Daeron bursts out laughing because, even though you try to sound cheerful, you sound like you're about to throw up every time you say it for the rest of the night.
Despite your discomfort, you persist to the point that weeks later, you start calling him that more naturally. Of course, your efforts pay off because Baela starts calling him Papa.
The first time she does it, Aerion is so happy that in a quick sequence, he laughs, kisses his daughter's cheek, kisses you on the lips, and then makes the baby repeat it over and over, asking, "Who am I?" and Baela answers, laughing, "Papa," because she sees how excited you both are.
That same night, when you and Aerion are in bed, you're complaining that you want to sleep while Aerion hugs you from behind and kisses your neck—even though you both know you really enjoy his attention, you're just too proud to admit you enjoy his company in bed, because when you're really not in the mood, you kick him out—and he surprises you by saying,
"I want another one."
You kick him out instantly. You remind yourself that you're married to an idiot. You should have let Baela keep calling him Aerion.
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“Pregnant?” You could hear the surprise and disgust in both your voice and Aerion’s.
Almost two moons after your wedding, you and Aerion were supposed to depart for Lys—though neither of you wanted to, but King Daeron and Prince Maekar seemed to think it best for Aerion to be away for a while. You don't know this, but Aerion had only agreed to leave if he married you first—but days before you and Aerion were due to go to the port, you started feeling unwell.
You felt nauseous for much of the day, your head and chest ached, and you tired very easily. At first, you weren’t worried; in fact, you used your discomfort to stay in your chambers and avoid the royal family, thinking they were simply the symptoms of your moon blood coming soon.
But then you began to vomit, and you summoned the maester. A servant informed Aerion of this, and he, being the busybody he is, came to see what the maester would say.
The maester looks at you and Aerion as if you were foolish children.
“Yes, your Grace. You are expecting a child,” he says patiently. “It would be best if your wife did not travel in her condition. And you, my lady, if you are very nauseous, should drink this tea,” the maester says, pouring the hot water, which a servant had brought him, into the cup with the tea leaves. “If you will excuse me, I will inform the king.”
On another occasion, you might have been annoyed that the maester dared to announce your pregnancy for you. You should have done it yourself; it was your damn body. But you didn't complain when Aerion nodded, granting the maester permission to leave, because you weren't in any condition to have a conversation with the royal family, let alone pretend you were delighted with the news.
"Oh, and congratulations," the maester said, giving you one last look before leaving.
The moment you heard the door close, you slapped Aerion's arm, without even trying to contain your force. He had been standing beside you while you sat on the bed.
"You fucking idiot! I told you to come outside!" you said, glaring at him.
It didn't matter that you'd enjoyed yourself at that moment—because, yes, much to your dismay, you liked sharing the bed with Aerion; in fact, it seemed to be the only time you could tolerate him. In your opinion, it was better that he kept his mouth busy on your cunt instead of talking nonsense—it was his fault. If he had listened to you, you wouldn't be pregnant now.
Aerion frowned. "You're my wife. Where else am I supposed to come if not inside you?" he said indignantly at the idea.
"Anywhere else on my body!" you said exasperatedly, crossing your arms.
Gods, you could already imagine your cousins' reactions when you wrote to them about your pregnancy. Steffon would scold you for bringing another mad Targaryen into the kingdom.
Aerion rolled his eyes and sat down next to you.
"Well, at least now we won't have to go to Lys."
You thought the royal family would be happy about the news of a new addition, but they didn't seem to be. You could see the fake smiles on the queen and king's faces, and you heard Prince Valarr mutter his congratulations through gritted teeth. And as if the tension at the table wasn't enough, Aerion had to open his big mouth.
"Who would have thought, Grandfather? That I'd be the first to give you a great-grandchild?" he said proudly. Which was ironic, considering that just a few hours earlier, he'd been just as disgusted as you were about the news of becoming a father.
You watched in surprise as Kiera of Tyrosh rose swiftly from the table and left the dining room. You were certain you saw tears in her eyes. Prince Valarr abruptly dropped his silverware and followed his wife.
"Fucking idiot," Maekar said, glaring at his son. It was strange to see him with that expression. Since Prince Baelor's funeral, you only ever saw him looking sad or expressionless, lost in his thoughts.
"What happened?" you asked, feeling like you were missing something.
"Kiera lost two babies," Aegon said when he saw that none of the adults seemed willing to answer you.
The whole table saw how you transformed in an instant. You turned furiously to face Aerion, who was sitting next to you, and stood up.
"Apologize," you said angrily, tugging at his ear, waiting for him to get up. But when you saw he was only trying to get you to let go, you pulled harder, even digging your nails in. Everyone could see the prince's ear turning red.
"Damn it!" he said, reluctantly getting to his feet, and you finally let go.
You didn't notice Aegon watching in admiration as you pushed Aerion toward the exit, him still cursing, until you were finally out of there.
The dining hall fell silent, still surprised that you, along with Maekar, seemed to be the only ones in charge of Aerion.
“I like my new sister,” Daeron said, laughing drunkenly, breaking the silence.
In the end, you and Aerion didn't go to Lys, but you didn't stay in King's Landing either. After that dinner and Aerion's insensitive comment, you didn't want to stay there, feeling guilty for having something you didn't want but that Kiera of Tyrosh desired.
So you and Aerion went to Summerhall with his father and Daeron. Meanwhile, Egg went to become a squire to Duncan the Tall.
Aerion may not have been happy about your pregnancy at first. He knew it was going to happen eventually, but he never thought it would be so soon. He had wished to have you all to himself for a while longer, just the two of you, before adding a child.
But now, a few months later, he was starting to like it. He'd heard plenty of men complain about their wives' mood swings, but Aerion loved them.
Of course, he didn't like it when you yelled at him, but he loved it when you cried over silly things and let him comfort you. You no longer ran away or hit him when he hugged you like you did in the early days of your marriage.
Did your dresses no longer fit? He personally sent the seamstresses to make you new ones with the prettiest fabrics. Did you crave cake? No matter the time, he'd make the cooks bake one for you.
You, too, began to accept the idea of pregnancy, not because everyone seemed to want to pamper you in your condition, but because everything changed for you the moment you felt the baby kick for the first time. It happened while you were humming a song as you tried to make a blanket for them. The first few times you didn't tell anyone, you kept it to yourself; feeling the baby move lifted your spirits, and you felt less alone surrounded by these Targaryens. You stopped thinking of the baby as just another freak Targaryen, but as something of your own.
One day, you were listening to Aerion talking nonsense when you felt the baby start to move.
“I can feel them moving,” you interrupted, just to shut him up. You took Aerion's hand and placed it on your belly, then you let go.
You looked at him expectantly; you’d never admit it out loud, but you were curious about his reaction. Aerion stared at your belly in silence for a minute.
“I don’t feel anything,” he said, surprising you. “Why are you lying?” he said, making you take a few steps back, no longer letting him touch you.
“Why the hell would I be lying to you?” you asked, frowning, feeling offended.
“Because you want my attention,” the prince replied, smiling smugly, and you had to restrain yourself from hitting him.
You ended up calling the maester, and in the end, you were the one smiling smugly when the maester said it was normal for only you to feel the baby's movements for a while. Aerion didn't apologize, but after that, you noticed how he seemed to be constantly touching your belly, hoping to feel the baby kick.
And he didn't have to tell you when he felt it because you saw it on his face, in that warm smile you'd never seen before.
One day, you and Aerion were walking through the halls of Summerhall when you overheard some idiot talking about your appearance, about how you seemed to have gained too much weight. You saw it instantly: Aerion drew his dagger and looked ready to strike the man. The last thing you wanted was for Aerion to commit murder in the middle of the corridor. The man was an idiot, but he didn't have to die, and you didn't want Aerion to cause trouble for his family again. Perhaps you wouldn't have cared before if people thought ill of the Targaryens—you do it yourself—but now your child would be a Targaryen, and you didn't want people to resent your baby just for having Aerion as a father. So you grabbed Aerion by the back of his doublet.
"No," you said, trying to pull him back. You must have looked like one of those owners trying to control their hunting dogs.
The idiot who'd made the comment took advantage of that moment to step back, moving away from the razor's edge.
Aerion was still moving forward, trying to reach the man.
"Aerion," you called firmly. Aerion glanced at you and noticed how you seemed to be wobbly a little—since your belly had grown quite a bit, he noticed that you were now a little clumsy—and he stopped moving. The only reason he did that was because he didn't want you to lose your balance because of him, to end up hurting yourself.
“Apologize,” the prince ordered, pointing the tip of his dagger at him.
The man didn't resist; he instantly fell to his knees and began to beg your forgiveness.
“Pathetic,” you said, barely glancing at the man, and turned to continue on your way. Aerion followed you, more charmed by you than ever.
The next day, you learned that the man had been expelled from Summerhall.
Aerion never thought you were a very religious person, so he was surprised that during your last weeks of pregnancy, you went every day to the sept in Summerhall. He, of course, always accompanied you. Perhaps if it were another man, you would have found it sweet that he followed you everywhere just to make sure you and the baby were alright. But since it was Aerion, you found it unbearable at times. When you complained to your mother, she replied to your letter, telling you that you should be grateful to have such a devout husband. Your cousin Raymun recommended that you put a pinch of sweetsleep in the prince's cup so that he would at least leave you alone for one day. You laughed when you read his letter, but then you burned it for fear that Aerion would find it and accuse your cousin of treason.
“What are you praying about so much?” Aerion asks as he helps you to your feet again, just like he does every day after you finish praying.
“I pray that they don’t turn out like you,” you say sincerely, without taking your eyes off him.
Aerion laughs, thinking you’re joking. It’s not the first time he’s thought one of your comments is a joke or a strange way of flirting. You don’t bother correcting him; you’re used to it, and the truth is, you’ve felt uncomfortable and sore since morning. You hoped that after a nap, it would pass. Maybe you’d start listening to the master and stop kneeling to pray, maybe you’d stay in bed like he so desperately wanted.
You and Aerion hadn't even reached the halfway point to their chambers when your water broke. You probably would have panicked if you hadn't seen Aerion's face. You'd never seen him so pale and frightened. To his disbelief, you started laughing.
When he finally reacts, he takes you in his arms and shouts to the servants to find the maester immediately. All this while you keep laughing.
A daughter.
You have a beautiful little girl with five fingers on each hand and foot, with your hair, her father's eyes, and his nose.
And having a girl instead of a boy somehow brings you relief. You weren't worried about which side the coin landed on; you just knew. Your daughter wouldn't end up on the mad side.
“How should we name her?” Aerion asked, sitting on the other side of your bed, looking at you both intently. He had never seen you with such a gentle expression as the one you wore when looking at his daughter. He, too, longed to hold her in his arms again, but he would leave you for a few more minutes. “I want it to be something Valyrian,” he said, making you huff, and in retaliation, he gently tapped your forehead with his finger.
Maekar, who had come to meet his first granddaughter, looked at the three of you. Aerion was still the same spoiled boy, but with you, he showed a softer side he hadn't seen before. Perhaps it hadn't been such a terrible idea to grant Aerion's request to marry you. Perhaps you and your daughter could help make his son even a little better.
"Then it will be Helaena," you said simply. For once, you didn't want to argue, so you would accept a Valyrian name. And the only one you might think of right now that sounded like something common was Helaena.
Aerion frowned instantly. “I’m not going to name my daughter after a woman who killed herself,” he said firmly. Names mattered. What if that name sealed his daughter’s fate?
“What about Rhaenys?” he suggested, much to your disgust. You didn’t want to name her after one of the conquerors who came to usurp the kingdoms.
“Are you stupid? They both ended up dead, murdered,” you said, glaring at your husband.
After moons, Maekar knew the dynamic between the two of you quite well and knew that if he didn't intervene, the argument would never end.
"What do you think of Baela?" he said, drawing both of your attention. He didn't say it aloud, but all three of you knew why he chose that name, which was a kind of tribute to his brother.
Your eyes met Aerion's. And this was one of the rare occasions when you weren't looking at him with annoyance or exasperation, but rather your gaze seemed to speak volumes.
"So, Baela Targaryen is," you said a minute later, looking at your daughter. Although the name didn't sound common, it felt right. "Come, meet your granddaughter, ser," you said, looking at your father-in-law.
Aerion was about to complain, to say that he wanted to hold his baby again. But the words died in his mouth the moment he saw that his father's eyes weren't filled with sadness for the first time in moons. He saw the warmth and pride in Maekar's eyes as he held Baela in his arms.
It's okay, Aerion could let his father hold her for a few minutes. He had the rest of his life to hold Baela.
Thinking about Dyanna, one of your daughters with Aerion, complaining and lamenting that a boy she likes isn't courting her. So you, a little tired of listening to her, tell her that if it bothers her so much, she should be the one to court the boy. Dyanna is like, "Why would I do that? Father courted you, boys are supposed to court girls." And you're like, "Yes, your father did, but boys don't always have to be the ones to make the first move. Sometimes they're a little silly, and you have to make the first move."
Then, of course, Dyanna asks, "Have you ever tried to court anyone, Mother?" drawing the attention of her siblings, but especially her father.
"Yes, a hedge knight ," you say simply, without looking up from your embroidery. Not because you're embarrassed or uncomfortable with the memory, but because, for you, this is just trivial talk. After years of marriage to Aerion and sharing a life raising their children, the brief little crush you had on Duncan the Tall was now just a memory.
"A hedge knight?" Aerion repeated, frowning, already thinking that the next time Aegon and his knight came to visit, he'd find a way to fight that damned giant.
"Papa looks like he swallowed a lemon," teased Aerea, another of his daughters. "That's a shame, Mama. I would have liked to have a knight for a father," she added, simply because she loved a bit of chaos.
Aerion felt as if someone had punched him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Aerea laughed until he said, "Oh yeah? Then I won't be teaching you how to use your sword anymore. In fact, I'll take it away until further notice."
You heard Aerea quickly apologize before launching into an argument with Aerion. Your husband is an idiot, and with your kids around, there's never any peace and quiet. But you wouldn't trade it for anything.
Summary: Aerion notices how different your second pregnancy is from your first.
Part of the Fossoway!Reader universe. It can be read independently, but I recommend reading the other parts <3
I think this fic explains well the reason why there's an age difference between the twins and Dyanna lol
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Aerion is worried. He notices the differences between your first pregnancy and this one. He notices how you seem to be struggling to keep food down, how the maester gave you tea every day to ease the nausea. Not only that, but he sees how you seem more tired this time. You don't fight when the maester or your aunt tells you to rest, when before you would have been indignant and stayed awake just out of stubbornness.
Aerion doesn't tell you he's worried. But he mentions it to the maester and is frustrated when the response is that he shouldn't worry about you, that not all pregnancies are the same. Besides, he shouldn't worry when you're not complaining of any pain. But how could he not be? His once-lively wife was now a woman who spent most of her time in bed or sitting up. Gods, he'd seen how agitated you got the few times you played in the garden with Baela, running after her.
Not satisfied with the maester's opinion, Aerion went to find his father. To reassure him, Maekar brought more maesters to Summerhall for their opinions. Nothing changed; they all seemed to agree that it was normal, that perhaps you were lucky your first pregnancy had been easy, but that now you were experiencing what many women go through. They told the prince he shouldn't worry; one maester even told him he should be happy, that the change was probably because you were now carrying a boy.
The only reason Aerion didn't attack the man was because of the look his father gave him. Aerion may not have physically harmed anyone, but he was quick to dismiss all these maesters for being unhelpful.
Perhaps in another situation, Aerion would have been happy to listen to that man's words and have an heir, but right now, he's only worried about you. He wants to see you well.
“What’s wrong?” you ask one afternoon, lying in bed. Even with your eyes closed, you can feel your husband’s gaze.
“Nothing,” Aerion replies, but he doesn’t sound like his usual self, so you open your eyes.
You meet his eyes, filled with sorrow and worry.
“I’m fine,” you assure him, reaching out to stroke his cheek. “Stop worrying,” you say gently.
“I didn’t say anything,” Aerion immediately defends himself, but he rests his face in your hand and places his own on top of yours, stroking the back of it.
“I’m not stupid,” you say, raising an eyebrow, and Aerion feels a little better hearing the condescending, bossy tone you usually use. “Do you think I wouldn’t find it strange that different maesters suddenly wanted to examine me?” you ask, continuing to stroke his cheek.
“I don’t like seeing you like this,” the prince murmurs, and brings your hand to his lips to give it a kiss.
You can't help but soften a little. Not even in your wildest dreams did you ever think of Aerion as anything more than a capricious prince. But your husband is sweet when he wants to be… He's only sweet with you and your daughter.
Not all men care for their wives or love their daughters as much as he does. Gods, you're sure almost no father boasts about his daughter as much as he boasted about Baela.
"I'll be fine," you reassure him gently.
But you eat your words.
You might not be nauseous all the time anymore, and you might be able to eat better. But once the baby starts moving, your nightmare begins.
If you seemed to sleep all the time before, now you couldn't. The baby seemed to be kicking you constantly. You went from being excited to feel the baby move to crying, frustrated by not being able to sleep well. And Aerion started getting frustrated too, not with you, but with the situation. He hated seeing you like this; he'd never seen you cry like this before. The worst part was that he knew he was the one to blame for your state. That's why he was even more short-tempered than usual.
Everyone in Summerhall walked on eggshells around Aerion; no one wanted to be the target of his anger. He seemed to get annoyed by the slightest thing. If his wife was miserable, then the whole castle should be too. He considered it disrespectful that everyone was happy while you suffered.
At first the maester didn't believe you when you said the baby was kicking you all the time, which infuriated you and you concentrated on squeezing Aerion's hand as hard as you could to avoid attacking the maester, but then your husband confirmed it to him, literally both of you had spent the night without sleeping because the child wouldn't leave you alone, and then he came to the conclusion that you must be expecting twins.
“Twins?” you repeat in a high-pitched voice. The maester must be mistaken.
“My lady, it’s impossible for the child to be awake all the time. The only thing I can think of is that there are two.”
“I’ll kill you,” you say, turning to face Aerion as you dig your nails into him. You thought he’d be smiling as proudly as when you told him you were pregnant for the second time, but he looks just as horrified as you do. You don’t feel sorry for him, though.
Sleep should really be affecting you and Aerion, otherwise he wouldn't be talking to your belly as if the children could hear him. But Aerion was desperate after you woke him up again after only twenty minutes of sleep.
"Stop bothering your mother, or you'll be grounded until your twentieth day of life as soon as you're born," Aerion said, stroking your belly. His voice was a little hoarse from sleep, and you could see dark circles starting to form under his eyes. You were sure you'd never seen him so disheveled. If he was like this, you didn't want to imagine how you looked. "Forget about me spoiling you like I do Baela. I'll never make you forget what you made your poor mother suffer."
You must be exhausted because you find yourself laughing at Aerion's nonsense. Your husband relaxes a little when he hears you laugh. It's not your usual laugh, but it's better than seeing you miserable.
But you stop laughing the moment you realize the babies have stopped kicking since Aerion started talking to them. “Aerion, they stopped,” you say, your voice filled with emotion and relief.
And Aerion realizes you're right. “Good, let's take advantage of this and get some sleep,” he says, settling in and pulling you close. But the moment he falls silent and moves his hand away from your belly, you feel movement again.
“Oh no, I'll sleep, and you can keep entertaining these little demons,” you reply, taking his hand and putting it back where it was before. “Talk,” you demand.
“Do you want me to stay awake talking to them?” Aerion asks indignantly, but he still begins to stroke your belly.
“It's not my fault they like your voice,” you reply, already closing your eyes.
“Oh, so you’re saying they prefer me,” Aerion says, and even though you’re turning your back on him, you know the fool is smiling.
“It doesn’t bother me as long as I can sleep,” you scoff.
“Ha ha, very funny,” Aerion says, kissing your shoulder. But he stops trying to argue with you and focuses on talking to the babies.
You end up falling asleep while listening to Aerion talk about Valyrian history. And from that night on, it becomes part of your routine to fall asleep while listening to your husband's voice telling stories of his lineage or talking about his day, complaining about some lord, or boasting about how well he fought in the parade ground.
Aerion's sleep schedule isn't perfect, but it doesn't bother him much because now you're always by his side. He can hug you and touch your belly in public without you complaining. Aerion has never felt so needed by you as he does now. It seems he's the only person who can calm such restless babies.
All Aerion hoped for was that the twins wouldn't be so terrible once they were born.
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You would spend the rest of your life regretting playing that stupid match of cyvasse with Prince Aerion Targaryen.
At Ashford Meadow, many people were preparing for the jousts, while others were watching the puppet show or other entertainments, and still others were getting drunk and eating. But you and Prince Aerion were among the group of nobles playing cyvasse.
You watched with boredom as several men lost to the prince. You were sure that some games had genuinely been won by him, but you also knew that many others had been deliberately lost, simply out of fear of hurting the prince's ego and angering him. That's why you offered to be his next opponent.
You saw him smile, thinking he would easily beat you. You made him eat his words, and you instantly noticed a competitive and amused glint in his eyes as the game continued for so long. So long, in fact, that some spectators left.
But in the end, you got the result you wanted; you beat him.
The crowd watched expectantly, awaiting Aerion's reaction.
“A well deserved victory,” said the prince, listening with surprising sincerity…and pleasure?
"Thank you, Your Grace," you said, rising from your seat to make room for your next opponent.
"Wait," Aerion said, taking your wrist. You felt the crowd instantly tense up, some even whispering. Perhaps someone was thinking of coming to your defense, but you didn't need it. "Wouldn't you like to play another match?"
“Perhaps another time, Your Grace,” you said, pulling away from his grip and taking a few steps back. “After all, there are others who want to play with you, and it would be selfish of me to steal your attention.” You couldn't help but feel disgusted with yourself at how much of a bootlicker you sounded. You were grateful your cousin Steffon wasn't there because you knew he would have mocked you. “There are still days until the tournament ends; I'm sure we'll meet again,” you added when you saw he didn't seem happy with your answer. Although, honestly, you were thinking of avoiding him. You had already accomplished your goal of beating him; you didn't want to know anything more about him. You weren't interested in joining the royal family.
“I hope it’s soon, my lady Fossoway,” Aerion said, smiling without showing his teeth, and you simply bowed before hurrying away. Gods, you hoped you could avoid him in the coming days.
Unfortunately for you, it wasn't long before you ran into Aerion again. Just a few hours later, you were dancing in Lyonel Baratheon's tent. One moment, you turned around, and the next, it wasn't Humphrey Hardyng beside you, but Prince Aerion. You were so surprised you almost fell backward, but the prince caught you by the waist before your clumsiness caused an accident on the dance floor.
“Careful,” said Aerion, who seemed amused by your reaction. It annoyed you so much that when he asked you to dance, you stepped on his toes every chance you got until the song ended. You apologized, saying you'd drunk too much wine, and left satisfied, thinking that now Aerion Targaryen would never want to hear from you again.
But you were wrong.
The next time you saw him was the following morning, on the first day of the tournament, when he asked for your favor. You were so surprised that your cousin had to nudge you to snap you out of it. Hesitantly, you gave him your favor. It was one thing to beat him in a game of cyvasse and step on his foot while pretending to be drunk in front of a couple of nobles, and another to reject him in front of everyone.
You weren't proud of giving Aerion your favor; you regretted it instantly after seeing how he played dirty, killing the poor horse and winning the joust only because Humfrey Hardyng broke his leg.
You didn't want to know anything more about Aerion Targaryen, so the next time you met him and he invited you to play another match of cyvasse, you rejected him without hesitation.
"I don't feel like playing cyvasse today. I'd rather watch the puppeteers," you said, and without waiting for a reply, you left him.
What you never imagined was that the prince would come looking for you minutes later and that at that very moment, he would see the dragon puppet being murdered during the play.
For the first time in years, you froze in fear as you watched Aerion harm all the puppeteers and actors. You couldn't do anything to help them.
Just as you couldn't do anything but rant endlessly to your cousin Raymun when, only days later, your father told you that you wouldn't be returning home with them but would instead go to King's Landing because you would become Aerion Targaryen's wife.
You couldn't understand what on earth was going through the Targaryens' heads. Baelor Targaryen had just died, and now they were planning a wedding when they should be in mourning. You didn't know how you were going to survive living with all those freaks.
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“What are you doing?” Aerion asked accusingly as soon as he entered the bedchambers he shared with you and found one of your maids taking out one of your nightgowns. But there was no sign of you.
The poor maid turned to look at him nervously. “My lady asked me to bring her bedclothes; she wishes to sleep in other chambers tonight,” she replied, trying not to look away as the prince frowned while approaching her.
“Give it to me!” the man demanded, holding out his hand.
“But, my prince—”
“I said give it to me,” Aerion said, snatching the nightgown carelessly. “I’ll take it to her myself. Which bedchamber is she in?”
The maid sighed but gave in; she preferred to endure your annoyance rather than Prince Aerion's. She wasn't going to risk losing her job.
"At the end of the hall."
Without another word, Aerion left his bedchambers and went straight to where you were. He didn't even bother to knock; he just walked in.
"Great," you said sarcastically when you saw him enter. "What are you doing here?" you asked, crossing your arms.
Aerion couldn't believe your audacity.
"I should be the one asking you that, my lady wife," he said as he walked toward you. "Why aren't you in our bed?" he demanded, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Because I don’t want to be near you right now. I want peace,” you reply without hesitation, which only makes your husband more exasperated.
“What did I do to upset you so much now?” he asks, throwing your nightgown onto the bed, just so he can take your hands in his. “Is your moon blood making you irritated?” he asks foolishly, because he’s sure he didn’t do anything this time.
You pull away from his grasp to slap him on the chest. “You’re an idiot,” you say, now even more annoyed, and close your eyes. You take a breath before dropping the bombshell. “I’m pregnant.”
You open your eyes to see your stupid husband grinning as if you'd told him the dragons were back. Damn it, he made it hard to stay upset.
"That's good news," he says, clearly delighted, and doesn't even let you complain because his hands are already cupping your face and kissing you as if your lips were the most exquisite elixir in the world. But besides desire, you can feel his joy and tenderness in the way he holds you.
When his lips pull away, Aerion studies your face. He's pleased to see you no longer seem tense, but he can see that something is still on your mind.
"What's bothering you?"
"I told you I wanted to wait until Baela is a little older."
"You also said that once Baela learns to walk, we could have another one," he reminds you, stroking your cheek.
“I didn’t think it would be so fast,” you complain, even though you feel the heat on your face.
“My lady, I got you pregnant on our wedding night, and I didn’t even try,” Aerion says, amused by the embarrassment on your face.
You feel a little foolish because deep down you know he’s not wrong and that your current state shouldn’t be a surprise to you. Aerion had proudly shown you how Baela walked, and that very night, he didn’t keep his hands off you. And his euphoric state continued for days because, at every opportunity he could, he got between your legs.
“Next time we’re really going to wait longer,” you say, burying your face in your husband’s neck, not wanting him to see you’re embarrassed. "At least three years."
And it's clear you haven't realized what you just said. Aerion feels his heart race. You can say you can’t stand him all you want, but the fact that you yourself are saying you plan to have more children with him shows you don’t really hate him.
For once, Aerion isn’t boastful; he doesn’t loudly gloat over your words. He doesn’t want to ruin the moment; he doesn’t want you to take back what you said or play dumb. So he enjoys this victory in silence as he holds you close and feels your breath against his neck.
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Unwanted attention: Much to your dismay, you attract the attention of a Targaryen prince.
A new addition in the family: Scenes from your first pregnancy.
Papa: Their daughter calls Aerion by his name instead of Papa.
Did you think the same?: After a comment from Daella, Aerion wonders if you ever thought the same as her.
Walk: Baela still doesn't walk, much to your dismay, and it's Aerion's fault.
Victory
A Worried Husband: Aerion notices how different your second pregnancy is from your first.
Jealousy: Fossoway!reader would lowkey get jealous when a lady tries a little too hard when talking to Aerion.
Baela’s Fifth Name Day: Ronnal Baratheon gives Baela a gift; Aerion is not happy about this new friendship.
The Witch and the Storm: After Baela and Daella tell Viserra a story, she goes in search of Aerion.
A conversation with your daughter reveals something that Aerion doesn't like
Asks and headcanons
The original concept
Jacaerys Velaryon as the son of Aerion
How did Maegor end up with his name
How do Raymun and Steffon react when they meet your children with Aerion
Aerion doesn't want Egg to hold Baby Baela
Daeron as Baby Baela's favorite uncle
The soft side of Fossoway!Reader
Fossoway! Reader trying to convince Raymun that she can't stand Aerion
What would happen to Fossoway!Reader if one of her children turned out to be evil?
Are any of the children evil?
Fossoway!Reader would be so pissed when she remembers that Aerion named her baby boy Maegor
Grandfather Maekar and Baela
What color hair Fossoway!readers kids would has + What about length? + Would any of Fossoway!Readers kids have a strip of hair that was a diff color than the rest like their uncle Valarr?
Fossoway! Reader does not tolerate anyone speaking ill of Aerion
Grandfather-Granddaughter Days
Aerion would be trying so hard go prove one of his babies looks just like him
Maekar would be soft with his grandkids
Some random lord would try to put a wedge between Fossoway!Reader and Aerion
Baela would be the most outgoing toddler ever
If Valarr were still alive
Maegor would eventually grow up and be like “dad wtf you named me after someone that was Cruel and that everyone hated?"
Would Reader and Aerion be scared knowing of the alleged curse over the dark haired Targaryens?
Fossoway!Reader would confuse Aerion
Maekar learning Reader and Aerion named their daughter Dyanna and tearing up
Aerion and Reader's reaction when the kids don't want to play with Maegor + The silbings as protective siblings of baby Maegor
Reader and Aerion's reactions when their daughters begin to be courted
Maekar would milk the “old granddad” card so much
Aerion and Reader's reaction when they discover that Dyanna is with a Lannister boy
Maekar and Jacaerys <3
Aerion is miserable and pathetic when Reader goes to visit her homeland
Do Aerion and reader have a favorite child or do they try their best to not show favoritism?
Grandpa Maekar takes a nap and the children are worried that he is dead
More Jealous!Reader
Steffon vs Aerion
The kids are not interested in playing Cyvasse
Baela and uncle Daeron
Imagine Aerion drink the wildfire but "somehow" survive
Aerion and clothing
AU:Aerion becomes mad with grief after Reader's death
I'm evil and want you to have a visual image of Aerion looking like a madman in front of the court
Aerion was like, "a dragon doesn't burn, but if I die, at least I'll be with my wife again."
How would everyone react when Brynden is exposed for nearly killing Fossoway wife and do you think Aerion would kill him?
AU Aerion and Reader in Lys
Fossoway Widow!Reader: Raymun's mother, aka Fossoway!Reader's aunt, ends up having an affair with Maekar.
Fossoway!Reader catching Maekar and Fossoway Widow!Reader doing yk
Modern AU
Modern Baby Daddy!Aerion Headcanons
The relationship between Aerion and Fossoway!Reader would evolve into something romantic
Can I ask how Aerion is in the modern au?
Modern Aerion loses his mind when he sees that Fossoway!Reader follows Vallar on Instagram but not him.
Drop Dead
Modern fossoway! reader and aerion having a mini ailent crashout everytime they wait for a pregnancy test result
Will Reader get pregnant again before finishing college?
Modern Aerea loves to ragebait Aerion
Modern Aerea and Baela would rage bait Aerion by saying “wow I’m so hungry, I could eat that tall guy Duncan that mom had a crush on back in the day”
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“Aerion, no!” you said, sitting on the nursery floor, as you watched your husband approach, intending to pick up your daughter. Your tone of voice also caught Baela's attention, because she stopped crawling to look at you.
“What?” he asked, lowering his arms and looking at you with annoyance. After a boring day of hunting, he wanted to hold Baela in his arms; he had hardly seen his baby all day.
“You can play with her, but you can't pick her up anymore,” you said firmly.
Aerion stared at you as if you'd grown a third head. Were you forbidding him, her father, from holding his daughter? What the hell was wrong with you? Was this some kind of punishment for being gone for hours? He didn't think so; in fact, you insisted he leave, saying you needed a break from him, much to his indignation. If anyone had a right to be upset, it was him.
"I'm her father, I can hold her as much as I want," he replied, and to prove his point, he lifted Baela off the floor. She, of course, squealed with delight. Aerion instantly smiled and kissed her forehead, then looked at you smugly.
You get up from the floor, clearly annoyed. “You’re an idiot, I’m trying to teach her to walk.”
“She’ll walk when she’s ready,” Aerion says simply, confident in his daughter. He didn’t understand why you were so nervous about it.
“She already had her first name day,” you insist, and when you see Aerion about to argue, you speak up. “I spoke with the maester, and she should be walking. She’s barely crawling, and it’s because you spoiled her by carrying her everywhere.” You cross your arms, avoiding looking at Baela’s happy face, trying not to give in.
Aerion frowned. He didn't like that you were taking advantage of his absence to go see the maester alone, especially when it involved your baby. He was sure that damn idiot wouldn't have dared say that to his face. He's probably talking nonsense. Baela was going to walk at any moment.
"Gods, woman, you must be the only woman who gets angry because her husband spends time with his children," Aerion said, and he knew he had you when your annoyed expression instantly faded. Your gaze softened as you looked at him and Baela. “Come on,” he demands, and moves Baela onto his left arm so he can pull you towards him with his right, hugging his girls.
"Of course, I like you spending time with Baela," you said without looking at him, though you didn't try to pull away. In fact, your arm went around his waist, and you hugged him back. "But you have to start letting her do things for herself."
“She’s only a year old, you talk like she’s already a woman!” Aerion complains, and Baela laughs because if there’s one thing she finds amusing, it’s how expressive her father’s face is when he doesn’t like something.
“Aerion,” you say firmly, and a groan escapes your husband’s lips as you stop hugging him and step back to look him in the eye. “I won’t have another baby with you if Baela still can’t walk.”
You can see how Aerion seems to be forgetting how to speak. You know you caught him off guard, after months of refusing every time he asked for another child.
This time, you’re the one smiling smugly, and you leave the nursery knowing you’ve won. Aerion will listen to you.
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