Anonymous asked:
can you do a pregnant!wife with aemond talking to her belly in valyrian (she doesn’t understand it, only some thing he has taught her) maybe to calm the baby ‘cause they’ve been kicking all day or something? you write so good btw!!! love to see you writting for aemond so soft ☺️🤍
Oh my gosh thank you guys so much!
I live for sweet father-to-be Aemond moments, especially after that last artwork I posted of him with his baby I'll never get over that.
And yes I paraphrased that line from Alys
Aemond x pregnant!reader | fluff | High Valyrian | peek into domestic life with dad Aemond
You smoothed your hands over your skirts, feeling the growing bump of your belly beneath your fingers. It was time to tell your husband.
"Aemond, are you in here?" Your feet had found their way by habit to the library, where Aemond often decompressed after a sword-training session.
"Is something the matter?" Aemond had already risen from his seat at one of the dusty tables, several scrolls of parchment spilling to the ground as he moved to take your hands in his own. "Why have you sought me out at such a late hour?"
You took a moment to bask selfishly in the light of his concerned violet eye, his prominent brow furrowing, those plush lips of his pressing downward as he scanned your features.
"I have something I wish to tell you." Hiding the way your lips twitched with a duck of your head, you sidestepped your husband and sat on a rickety wooden stool.
Aemond followed your movements with a turn of his head, the rest of his body remaining still. "What has happened? Your face looks pale. Is there someone who has wronged you, my wife? I will exact swift vengeance if need be."
You laughed softly, raising your hands out to him. "Nothing so drastic, my dragon." You hesitated a moment, waiting for Aemond to uproot himself from where he stood and take your hands again. "I am with child."
"Where?"
You tilted your head, a bemused huff escaping your parted lips. "Excuse me?"
"Where is the child?" Aemond looked searchingly around the darkened room.
You brought the palm of his hand to rest against your abdomen. "For a man of such intelligence you can be downright daft at times. It grows inside me, Aemond. I can feel its fires licking my womb."
Aemond's eye swiveled to your face where he held your gaze a long, breathless moment.
"You..." He seemed to be grasping for words that would not come as he sank slowly to his knees before you.
You nodded, tears pricking your vision, parting your knees, allowing Aemond to lean into you, pressing his ear against your swollen belly.
"Rūs zaldrīzes...īlvon." He murmured as you ran your fingers through his silken hair.
"Yes." You agreed, looking down at where he lay against your body. "Ours."
Aemond turned his head, kissing the fabric of your dress that draped over where your baby grew. "Ao issi nykeā zaldrīzes." He spoke reverently, his hands coming to cup your pregnancy bump. "Bōsa emagon īlon jeldan ao."
You listened to him speak in his mother tongue, enjoying yet not quite understanding. When Aemond looked up at you, his hands still placed reverently on your body, the look on his handsome face took your breath away.
"You will be a wonderful father, Aemond."
An unreadable expression flickered across his face. He rose to kiss your lips, pressing his chest flush against yours, feeling the curves of your body through his clothes.
The embrace quickly became heated, fingers tangled in hair as tongues and teeth nipped at delicate skin. You were glad the hour was late, and the library had long since been emptied of all other persons. Aemond had never been a patient man, and he would hear nothing of waiting to return to your bedchambers.
(Aemond Valyrian lines translated: "A hatchling. Ours." "You are a dragon. Long have we wanted you.")
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