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Family. Iv mapped out his tattoos (third image is his crew etched into his arm)
i have cried so many times the past few days just because of this movie
It was just a bad dream after all
Have you heard about that terrible story in the Good Omens finale? Ugh, I know, right? Scary.
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Baekar//Hammeranvil Fic Idea AU:
Ok so let me set the scene :
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Set right after the trial of seven, Baelor has just instructed for the Maesters to tend to his brother Maekar.
He turns to Duncan and gives his speech about the realm needing good men. People crowd around them to listen in rapt attention as he removes his helm (unharmed) and smiles down at ser Duncan gently.
Duncan pledges himself to Baelor with loyalty and the shimmer of admiration in his eyes.
The people around them, knights , squires, lords and servants are in awe of Baelor's presence and demeanor.
This man will one day be their King and ruler of the seven kingdoms, and they know they couldn't be in better hands.
In his short period spent in Asford, he has shown time and time again that he is fit to rule over them, with humility and a kind but firm hand, with a strong sense of justice.
The perfect Heir.
That is, until a maester rushes into the scene, covered in blood, sweating and babbling incoherently.
Baelor turns to him, rests a hand on his shoulder and tries to calm him. He let's the maester gather his thoughts before asking what is wrong.
The maester seems slightly less agitated but worried all the same. He wrings his shaking hands nervously and mutters quick apologies.
It's Prince Maekar. He says
The maester feel the crown prince's hand, once comforting suddenly still. He winces as he feels the hand on his shoulder grip and squeeze with an iron grip.
When he looks up, his his heart drops and blood runs cold.
The man before him no longer wears a gentle soothing smile.
His carefully curated mask has slipped.
In his place stands a man with the eyes of a dragon. Cold and dark mismatched eyes, ready to burn any who should anger him any further.
He asks what the maester means, looking him up and down, he asks whose blood is on his robes.
When the maester takes too long to answer, he feels the hand once placed on his shoulder lift for a moment. In the blink of an eye, Baelor's hand is wrapped tightly around his neck.
He pulls him close, dragging his frail body up until the tip on his toes barely graze the floor. He asks once more. Who's blood is on his robes?
The maester chokes with tears streaming down his cheeks. He manages to scrape out that Prince Maekar had removed his armour and had collapsed. He had been pierced in the side by a longsword.
Just before the maester looses all consciousness, due to the lack of air, Baelor releases him and lets him crumple to the ground.
The poor maester coughs and trembles at his feet. When he looks up, Baelor is looking down at him with something akin to a glare, he tells the maestar to pray for his dear brother's recovery, the threat clear in his voice as he turns and rushes to the castle.
The previously admiring onlookers now watch the prince leave in horror and dismay.
Perhaps they were wrong to place their faith in this man.
This monster.
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Baelor makes his way to Maekar's chambers and enters without warning. He freezes on the spot.
The scene before him makes him feel nauseous.
He watches as the maesters move and work in a frenzy to stop any more blood from leaving the prince's pale body.
Baleor doesn't remember ever seeing his brother look this weak. Not since they were much younger, when he had the pox, and when Baelor would sit outside Maekar's room to keep him company as he regained his strength.
He looks too still and far too small for the bed he lays in. He's pale, so very pale. A stark contrast to the vibrant blood pooling under his body.
Baelor tries to move in, he needs to be close to his brother. He needs to feel him. Feel his heartbeat. Anything to indicate he's alive.
But something stops him. He feels resistance. Hands trying to push him away.
Away from Maekar.
The maesters try to make Baelor leave. He grows furious and tries to shove them aside, tries to reach his valonqar.
A painful wheeze can be heard from Maekar, and all hell breaks loose.
Baelor starts shouting, demands to be let through.
More hands wrap around him.
Guards are trying to pull him out of the room as maesters return to Maekar's side.
Baelor screams and wrenches as he tries to get out of the kingsguards sturdy hold. They haul him out of the room and close the doors.
Once they secure the latches they let the prince go.
He turns to them slowly and tells them to step aside. They refuse.
He threatens to have them removed. How dare they deny a prince, their future king, entry to his brother's room. Their captain steps in and asks him to see to reason.
Prince Maekar needs to be tended to, and Prince Baelor needs to gather himself and turn his attention to the people.
Baelor calms for a moment, looking around he can tell he's not getting into his brother's chambers without a fight. And as much as he would like to cut all these treacherous vermin to the ground he knows the maesters must focus on healing Maekar.
He turns and walks off.
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Baelor walks and walks, and then walks some more.
Lost in his own dark thoughts, he does not notice the way everyone around him avert their gazes to the ground. Or how they stumble to get out of his way, fearing the wrath he may impose on them should they cross his path.
He eventually reaches Aerion's chambers. No one is guarding the room. Baelor enters slowly and closes the door behind him.
He walks up slowly, watching his nephew sleeping soundly.
Aerion's face is a mess of bruises and cuts. Baleor can tell from the bandages around his body that he must be in a great deal of pain.
He does not quite seem to care though.
He leans in and watches Aerion sleep for a moment. He looks so peaceful, so content in his slumber.
Baelor reaches out and places his hand on a particularly nasty looking injury.
He presses down.
Aerion wakes with a painful gasp. He looks around blearily and finally focuses in on his uncle.
He tells him to let go. He's hurting him. Baelor looks at him with a cold detached stare and presses down even harder.
Aerion lets out a stifled screech but Baelor stops him from calling for help.
He lifts his hand from the wound and grips his face, squeezing as Aerion winces and tries to pull away.
Baelor leans in and drags Aerion's face to meet him halfway. Aerion trembles as he tries to hold his failing body up.
Baelor tells him that Maekar has been mortaly wounded. That he may not make it through the night. He blames Aerion for Maekar's injury.
If he hadn't demanded a trial of seven, Maekar would be fine. Only Aerion was supposed to get hurt after all.
Aerion, even in pain tries to argue back. Who's longsword pierced his father? He could not control the favour of the fight.
And, was it not Baelor who fought against his own family? Against his nephews? Against his dearest little brother? He spits out.
And for a moment, Baelor wishes his wretched devil spawn of a nephew dead.
He lets go of his face and shoves him back down. He glares at him with hatred seeping from his very soul.
Should anything happen to Maekar, he whispers, Baelor willl not hesitate to end his nephew's life.
He leaves a trembling nephew behind and continues to walk, and walk and walk.
Aerion gasps once his doors are closed and lets a few loose tears fall. He had never been so terrified of anyone in his entire life.
He felt, for a moment, that this is what being in the presence of a wild and unclaimed dragon must've felt like for his ancestors.
He hides under his bedsheets and prays to gods that may or may not not exist, for his father's swift recovery and return to the land of the living.
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The days that follow become overwhelmingly somber.
Maekar is stable, but his body needs rest before he can wake.
Baelors demeanor worsens with each passing day that his brother remains asleep.
Servants run past his chambers in a hurry, guards posted around sigh in relief when he is not near.
The lords of the lands try to get through council meetings as quickly as possible to avoid the prince's attention and wrath. Even lord Ashford, who had once welcomed them kindly, tries to avoid the volatile prince.
That is until a serving maid rushes in with a smile on her face. She informs them of Prince Maekar's awakening.
Baelor all but rushes to his brother's chambers. He enters without interruption and stops at the sight before him.
Maekar is leaning against big, fluffy pillows, looking toward the light streaming in through the windows. He turns to look at Baelor as he enters and relaxes a little.
He cracks a small smile and asks if everything is alright. Baelor walks up and sits at the edge of the bed. He reaches out slowly and tucks a stray hair behind his brother's ear gently.
He smiles for the first time in days and envelopes him in a tender embrace. Maekar pulls him in and lets him cry against his neck.
Baelor apologises for all the pain Maekar has been through. Maekar doesn't blame him, simply stroking his hair, and letting his brother air out his troubles.
He asks about his sons, and about what will be done now that all is well. Baelor smiles as he holds him.
He will let Maekar decide on what to do with his children, though he does recommend sending Aerion away, perhaps to the wall. Maekar laughs at the thought and Baelor couldn't be happier.
A maester tries to interrupt their reunion by advising that Baelor should leave so Prince Maekar may rest in peace.
Maekar tells him to fuck off.
Baelor smiles into the crook of his neck and sighs in relief
His Maekar is ok. He pulls him in even closer and simply breathes him in, feeling a strong heartbeat in his ear. He's ok. That is all that matters.
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A sense of normalcy returns to Ashford with Maekar's wake.
Baelor has returned to the picture perfect heir to the throne, treating everyone around him with respect and understanding.
People breathe a sigh of relief knowing they no longer have to tip toe around the grounds of Ashford.
Baelor happily walks the grounds with his brother as they make preparations to return to Summerhall for a while.
Lord Ashford is more than happy to send them on their merry way, as soon as possibe, which confuses Maekar a little.
He asks Baelor if there is anything of importance that happened while he was abed. Baelor simply smiles and assures him that all is well.
The people bid the royal family farewell as they ride into the distance. However, a unanimous thought seems to cross every person's mind as they watch them leave.
They pray nothing bad happens to Prince Maekar anytime soon, and that he lives a long and healthy life, so they may live in peace under the future kings reign.
They pray.
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Whoooie that was a long one, so what'dya think? You like?
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HAMMERANVIL FIC IDEA (Sad):
Ok so imagine:
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After the trial of 7 ends, and Baelor removes his helmet, he instantly collapses into a coma, the blow from Maekar's mace didn't do enough damage to crack his skull. However, he does fall into a coma.
Days pass in Ashford, as Maekar tries (and fails) to keep his composure. He stays at his brother's side day and night, waiting for updates from the Maesters as to any signs that his brother might wake soon.
Several more days pass and the masters advise that Prince Baelor is physically fine, he had a small concussion but should have woken up by now.
Maekar sends a letter to the King and Queen, advising on their heirs current state. He makes preparations to travel back to Kingslanding with Baelor in a carriage.
(Since Baelor isn't dead, Duncan agrees to travel back with Egg and the kingsguard, Aerion isn't sent to Lys just yet, they all make their way back to Kingslanding.)
After travelling for days, with no sign of Baelor waking up, the finally reach the Red keep.
Masters stand ready as Baelor is taken to his chambers to be examined. Maekar is summoned by King Daeron.
He arrives and explains in detail what transpired in Ashford. Unfortunately, both Daeron and Myriah blame Maekar for Baelor's current state and send him to a guest chamber until further notice. (So he's like under house arrest with guards outside his door.)
Days pass and Maekar isn't allowed to leave or receive any news on his brother's wellbeing.
Egg and Duncan visit him often, but they never have any news as it seems only the Maesters and Queen Myriah are allowed near Baelor.
One day, Maekar hatches a plan to sneak out and see Baelor for himself, if only for a moment.
Perhaps he bribes a kingsguard (who probably just pities the prince) into letting him slip out for an hour. Maekar rushes through secret passages of the keep to reach Baelor's room.
Once there, in the cover of darkness, Maekar slowly approaches his brother's bed. He watches the slow rise and fall of his chest breathing and lets out a sigh of relief. He doesn't seem any worse than the last time he saw him.
Maker reaches out to hold Baelor's hand but a cold voice makes him freeeze. He raises his gaze and sees his mother, sat in a dark corner, watching him.
He has never seen her look so dishevelled, her eyes swollen, her hair not neatly tucked. She doesn't look as though shes gotten any rest in days.
Maekar feels guilty and tries to comfort her.
Queen Myriah stands and walks past him, ignoring his words. She sits by Baelor's side and strokes his cheek.
She speaks, never taking her gaze off of Baelor.
She tells him what the maesters have been saying for weeks, that there is nothing wrong with him, there is no clear reason as to why he remains asleep.
She admits to her worries, what if he never wakes up?, What if he does wake up, but wrong? Will he be able to continue his duties as heir to the throne? Or had the blow Maekar delivered left his brain devoid of any sense.
Maekar watches as his mother crumbles and starts to cry, she finally turns to look at Maekar and he feels small under her gaze.
She looks at him with hatred.
With anger, the pain and agony of a mother struggling to understand her own grief.
She says something that shatters Maekar's heart.
How deep down a mother could never love anything as much as her first-born child. How she would never forgive him should Baelor not wake up.
And finally, in a soft whisper as she turns to look back at her son, how she wished it had been Maekar in Baelor's stead.
Maekar had always known he was his mother's least favourite. He had known all his life. And even now, as he slowly stepped back, he didn't blame her. She was drowning in grief, she would most likely forget the words that cut him so deeply.
Maekar turns and leaves the Queen at her son's side. He walks through the empty starlit halls of the keep and finally reaches the royal library.
He looks through ancient texts, for something. Anything thta may bring his brother back, to no avail. He almos gives up when he hears the great door creak open. He sees his brother, Rhaegal walk in.
They were never particularly close, Maekar always found his odd behaviour and fragility something he used to avoid.
They sit together and talk. They talk for hours about everything and nothing. Whne the sun starts to rise, Maekr feels a great weight has lifted off his shoulders.
Rhaegal hugs him and gives him an old looking scroll before drifting away, to where? Maekar does not ask. He looks at the old valyrian scroll in his hands and opens it.
Inside, there seems to be an answer to his prayers. A way to wake his brother. Old Valyrian Dragon-blood magic.
Maekr spends the entire day reading through thes scrolls and comes to a shuddering conclusion.
Baelor seems to be in a sort of inbetween world. Not dead, but also not alive. Maekar discovers that to bring him back to the land of the living, an exchange of equal value must be made.
That night, Maekar visits Baelors chambers once more. Myriah is sitting diligently at his side. She does not turn to address him.
Maekar walks up and takes Baelor's hand. He leans down and presses a kiss on his brow.
He stands and looks at Myriah. He tells her not to worry. That he has found a way to bring Baelor back.
Myriah does not seem to take heed of his words, simply turning her back to him as she watches Baelor sleep.
Maekar looks at the two of them and whispers that he loves them before leaving.
He visits each of his children's chambers. Coming in and pressing a kiss on each ones head before whispering his 'I love you's' and farewells.
Once he's done, he returns to his chambers and makes preparations for the ancient ritual.
He arranges everything, the small alter in the centre of the room, the proper runes and symbols drawn up, the necessary herbs and minerals aquired and the proper chant recited from his own lips as he draws his blood as an offering.
Hours pass and once the sun rises, the bells of the keep ring loud.
The prince has finally awoken.
Joy and cheer can be felt throughout the keep and the kingdom at the wonderful news of Baelor's return to the land of the living.
Queen Myriah sobs and thanks the gods above for bringing her son back to her.
Throughout the day, Baelor receives visits from every member of his family, the king, his sons, and his nephews.
He worries when he realises Maekar has yet to visit him. Egg fills him in on his confinement to his chambers and Baelor is angry to say the least.
He would never blame his dearest brother for an accident that was out of his control.
He demands Maekar be brought to him, threatening to crawl to him if he must.
Queen Myriah rises and tells him to rest. She will go and release Maekar from confinement so that he may visit him. This calms Baslor down somewhat.
Myriah walks through the palace grounds with a smile and relief at Baelor's sudden miraculous return. She vaguely remembers Maekar saying something about everything being alright. He must've been right.
As Queen Myriah knocks on Maekar's door, nothing can be heard from inside. After a moment of waiting she enters without invitation.
The room is dark and suffocating. Myriah heads towards the window to open the curtains blocking the morning light from entering.
She starts speaking in an animated tone, about how Baelor is awake. How he's safe and healthy and how he wishes to see him.
Myriah turns to the well lit room and freezes, the gentle smile on her face vanishing in a moment.
A few feet away from where she had just walked lays her son.
Maekar lies motionless on the floor, he looks pale. Paler that any Targaryen should. And he is so still, too still.
Queen Myriah calls out his name softly. She walks to his side swiftly and tries to shake him awake, but he remains still and unresponsive. She shakes again, and again to no avail.
She keeps shaking , caling out for Maekar to wake up, and stops when she doesn't feel a pulse. She can't feel his heartbeat.
Myriah doesn't feel the tears steaming down her face. She doesn't hear her screams of agony alerting nearby guards who rush to the scene.
She holds onto her son's lifeless body as they try to pry her away from him. She just holds him tighter as she screams.
He's dead.
Her son.....her baby is dead. The pain in her soul is incomprehensible.
A funeral is held the same day of Prince Baelor's miraculous awakening.
Maekar is burnt on the pyre and the cries of grieving parents, siblings and children echo throughout the winds.
Years later, stories amongst the common folk say that Prince Maekar had died with a smile upon his usually stoic face, having willingly given his soul to the ancient gods for the return of Prince Baelor's.
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So.....I didn't really know to end that but anywho, what'dya think??
I really like this concept, especially when it comes to the relationship between Myrian and Maekar.
I think iy just came from that whole discussion of Lyonel's comment to Baelor about being the Queens favourite.
And as someone with some mommy issues of her own, I can 100% say that I loved writing this with Myriahs perspective in mind.
When people are grieving they say all sorts of things they regret when it's too late.
I feel like Maekar dying in any scenario wold shake up the world in any way. His family would be devastated. Baelor would probably blame himself.
But yeah. The end xx
Something something, all the Baratheons would have had their happy endings on an omegaverse world.
Lyonel and his giant knight. In a normal world where Lyonel gets his cookie, Dunk can be his man and live at Storm's End, maybe he has a tolerant Fujoshi wife who is more than happy to side step the marital duties. But in general he cannot marry the man and he can't have heirs with him, as much as he desires he can't really declare Dunk to be his openly to the four winds.
BUT in an omegaverse world with omega Dunk, all those problems disappear, sure there is still the class difference but that's overcomable. Gender is irrelevant because you have men with cunts and wombs going about and children are a given with heats and ruts; there's a lot to work with, there are fated mates, there are mating bites, fusing your soul into one and all that jazz.
In conclusion, Lyonel can make Dunk unequivocally and irrevocably his for everyone to see. And (I saw this in a fic, thank you @Fayefaye90) since Lyonel himself fell in love , married and mated a low born omega, his rage against Duncan The Small is rather ironic. I don't think any rebellions for broken engagements would happen with Dunk on Lyonel's lap soothing his rage with memories of their own love. Maybe some restorations for sure, but no tragic trials by combat.
And into the next generations of Stags
Robert Baratheon following his (great?) grandpa's footsteps and falling in love with a noble, kind, strong omega. I can totally see Robert being a proud and a fan of his own family predilection of mates btw. I'm also assuming he is even bigger than in canon thanks to Dunk's genes and because I adore happy endings he is also less of a dick than in canon; the seed is strong but who says the womb isn't strong too. (at least some of Dunk's goodness has to be passed down too. )
I remember reading a fic where Ned didn't present until his late teens, after everyone assumed him to be a beta. And because of that he was being fostered at the Eyrie with Robert, learning sword, riding and all that.
We all know what happened in the canon. But in an omegaverse world, Robert can have his Stark. Especially the Stark he has a deep connection with and has loved ever since he was a child. I don't see a Ned who grew up under the tutelage of Jon Arryn and next to Robert ever leaving them for Rheagar. Hell, the war can be avoided all together if you move the pieces right. Or it can still happen but the 7 kingdoms would be a wholly different place if Robert is the king with Ned as his Queen.
Renly and Loras ? Stannis and Davos? Same thing, slap an omega tag on one of them and problem solved. Or maybe play with other designations, either way I adore how the omegaverse opens space for so many different possibilities and how many of them could end up with happy endings for my favorite house.
I'm forever grateful for men who can give birth
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Jokes on them, we got to see them hold hands and a tiny bit of their garden
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Prince Maekar Targaryen with his brothers - Baelor, Aerys, and Rhaegel
Dyanna is willing to fight this Alpha for the pup, but I know my girl was smart. and she ends up playing him like a fiddle.
"Maekar is committed to Summerhall for half of the year, if not longer... half a year no one pleasures him. half a year he is all alone, through heats potential pregnancies, raising pups... between the three of us, ours would like... *similar*... would you like that for him? leaving him all alone, with no alpha to watch over him?"
and she really works Baelor. because Baelor is a jealous creature, even a selfish creature. but he has hated the idea of Maekar having to be Summerhall's prince since it was first proposed. and he can barely get their parents to marry him to his brother, let alone endure the scandal of having no prince residing in the family estate.
he wants to get her to back off. he wants to growl at her. nip at her. fight her there and then like dogs. like a dragon. to defend what's his...
but Maekar is so sullen. he can see it, whenever they cannot be together as they wish. he's miserable when alone and pups from him and pups from Dyanna *would*, in fact, look similar enough. they were both Dornish, and in Maekar, it was obvious the Targaryen coloring was strong, while he was just as dornish. there would be few potential colorings his pups could carry that would raise any question, especially if he carried pups from both. so those logistics are handled from the get go.
so he grits his teeth. the two will have heated words about this. fighting for dominance over Maekar. later. but he will accept the idea and introduce her to Maekar. only to make his puppy happy (he's literally about to lose his shit. his need to be a perfect big brother is barely winning against his instincts to hide Maekar from the world and keep him all to himself. barely), and sets to showing Dyanna off to their parents.
but that pup is his. his. even if Daeron (II) refuses to legitimize him. even if, for the babes sake, they the pup off as Dyanna's. that's his baby behind closed doors.
Maekar is nervous at first, but when his big brother gives him the ok, he lets himself enjoy her attention. and within a few weeks, happily accepts having two alphas Baelor is having a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. meanwhile Maekar is beaming
fem!maekar what a concept