aegon comes home from his meetings to see his spouse & twins
married!reader, fluff with the twins, everybody is safe and happy, no pronouns for reader
You watched as your children slept in their beds, the dim candlelight illuminating their small figures underneath their elegant green blankets." Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, spitting images of their father. Inheriting more than simply his visage, they were troublemakers, a trait their father actively encouraged. A long day pestering the Lords that tried to court Aegonâs favor had evidently tuckered the twins out.
The nursery door creaked open as Aegon stepped in lightly, his face breaking into a wide smile as he took in the sight of the sleeping twins. He slipped to your side, his arm looping around your back and gently pulling you closer to him.
âDid you put them to sleep without me?â
âIf you hadnât tired them out so, perhaps they would have been able to stay up a little later.â
âThere would be no fun in that.â
A comfortable silence fell in the room, the only sound being the calm, rhythmic breathing of your twins. Aegon traced gentle circles on your side as he reveled in the moment. His family, safe and content.
Aegon leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to the side of your temple. âI love you, and the kids.â His voice was a hushed whisper, thick with emotion.
âYouâre being sweet tonight,â you murmured softly.
âI just⌠never thought Iâd feel this. This love for my family,â he whispered, as though confessing a secret in the night. âI would do anything for you all.â His grip tightened slightly. A fierce whisper of devotion.
You reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing gently against his skin. âWe love you too, Aegon.â His eyes brightened at your response, a soft smile curving his lips.
You leaned into his embrace, watching as the candlelightâs soft glow flickered over Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Aegonâs ascension to the throne had changed so much. Late mornings lounging in bed together had given way to early council meetings that stretched well into the afternoon. Despite all the turmoil, you knew he would be your husband, the father of your children, your protector. Here in the candlelight, you knew Aegon would always come home.
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a/n: tav is gender neutral here. astarion is soft and maybe ooc
Imagine Astarion with a Tav that has a hard time acclimating to their new forest environment. Maybe they were never outdoorsy, or maybe they never had a chance to escape into nature â forever confined to the city walls. So when they have to set up camp, Tav is at a total loss.
They try to stake the tent to the ground, but they just can't get the stakes to stay in place. Or the poles of the tent snag on fabric. Wyll or Gale opt to help them while Astarion watches the spectacle from the comfort of his own tent.
But as Astarion grows closer to Tav, heâll take over these duties in their entirety. Holes in the fabric of their tent would be mended almost as quickly as they appeared. Often, Tav comes back from hunting for supplies with the others and their tent would be almost all set up, conveniently next to his. Where would they be without him, he grumbles with a flourish of elegant hands as Tav thanks him with a relieved smile.
Heâll tut when he stumbles upon Tav plunging their hair into the river in a useless attempt at cleaning the blood and muck off. Before they know it, he has them reclining their head against a basin of scented water. A towel rolled up between their neck and the basinâs wood for added comfort. The sweet fragrance of his assorted gels and pomades a balm against the sweat from a hard dayâs work.
Tav forgets their worries and hardship entirely as Astarion massages his fingers against their scalp with unparalleled dexterity, carefully working to scrub off grime from gods know where. He works those skilled fingers once more through tangles with patience he didn't know he had. Astarion will scrunch their hair with a towel before working through sections of their hair. The scrunching is the most important part, he insists.
The next day, he watches with pride sparkling in those carmine eyes of his when he sees them the next morning with the second best hair in camp.
Astarion relishes in helping Tav. He tells himself heâs solidifying his place as Tavâs favorite and paying off any debts owed. But he feels a sincere shimmer of joy course through his undead body as he recalls the elation of Tavâs expression as they relaxed under his touch.
He notes the texture of their hair, how porous it was, how their scalp felt under his fingers. Despite himself, Astarion canât help but think of acquiring pomades he thinks will suit their hair and perhaps just a lotion or two for their skin. Astarion looks forward to their next little spa session, eager to show what heâs gotten just for them, eager to see their relaxed face as a result of his care once more.
a/n: wowie im obsessed with this man. maybe its not even naoya bc is naoya really capable of being soft?
Naoya Zenin hates being sick. He hates showing anybody a semblance of weakness, but here he is, trusting you. Naoyaâs thoughts are muddy and barely linear, but in his head he says you were simply fulfilling your womanly duty of taking care of him. Yet he canât shake the thought of how grateful he is for you right now and your seemingly infinite patience.Â
How grateful he is that, despite his demanding grumbles, you prepare his favorite food for him. How grateful he is for the tender way your hands brush against him when you change the wet cloth on his forehead. For the way you delicately sit beside him to take his temperature, a small smile gracing your features as you evaluate the new number on the thermometer.Â
âYour feverâs gone down.â
âOf course it has, who do you think I am?â
He doesnât want to tell you to stay in bed with him. Naoya doesnât want you to know how comforting your presence is and how your smile practically gives him strength. Instead, he brushes his fingers against yours as you move to leave the bed. You understand his wordless request, heâs your Naoya after all, and you slide in bed right beside him. He rests his head on your bosom as you begin to run your fingers through his hair.
âYouâre not a bad woman,â he almost whispers.
âWhat a compliment,â you grin.
He loves this. Away from the tumultuous life of the Zenin estate, Naoyaâs muddy thoughts begin to float to how someday youâll be an excellent mother to his children. He thinks of how you're more than just an accessory to him. Of course, he'll could never let you in on his thoughts. Instead, Naoya wordlessly rests his head on your bosom as the way your fingers dance through his blonde hair lulls him to sleep.
