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i wanted to try writing something for baelor, this is very self-indulgent as you may guess. i hope you like it! you can always come to my inbox and tell me what you think or maybe request something if you have anything on your mind <333 thank you for reading

modern!baelor targaryen x fem!reader, hurt/comfort - fluff ♡

-It's been a rough week, but Baelor's here with you now.

cw; established relationship, reader's overwhelmed, lots of kissing and a very affectionate baelor, non-sexual nudity

wc; 3k

MISSING RED HEARTS

You have been sad for almost every day of the past week.

Things are difficult right now, you reason, it's okay to feel empty and upset some days. Not everything goes as planned, some changes need to be made, you need to adapt and stop stressing over them so much. The logical part of your brain still works in your favor, but then-

Deadlines are almost here. You need to read many things at once to catch up with everything. You need to be able to write about the things you understand. You need to read what you write over and over to fix any mistakes you make. You need to wake up every morning to go to the library early to find a good spot. You need to eat something. You need to have a shower. You need to sleep. You need to- You need to take care of yourself in the middle of everything that has been breathing down your neck.

Suddenly things don't feel like a routine. They become bricks in your mind. Your back hurts because you fill your bag with too heavy stuff, your head starts pounding because you forgot to drink water, you miss the bus because you can't get yourself out of the warmth of your bed. You feel like you are trying to catch something that will never be yours. You are beyond overwhelmed by the end of the month.

It brings a great wave of sadness. Something exhausting and hurting in your chest, something that makes you frown when you are all by yourself.

You still try to smile politely at people. They don't have to notice what's wrong, you are gonna be okay. You keep telling yourself that you will be okay, this is temporary, the schedule will relax and so will you. You keep your face cool, try to stand straight. You don't want to answer if someone asks you what's wrong and you act in a way that no one suspects anything.

Baelor notices.

The texts you sent him throughout the week lack the affection you so generously offer him every time. Your emojis don't have any red hearts among them, only tiny faces of smiles. You don't send him any photos of random stuff you ran across, not even a cat picture. He misses your face, he misses seeing the way you curve your lips in a tiny kiss whenever you are sending him a selfie, he misses seeing your hands in the middle of the picture.

The texts are all there is to make being separate from you easier.

He told you he will only be away for two weeks. It's for work. He doesn't want to leave, but he has no choice nor anyone who can replace him. Maybe his absence is making everything harder than they are, because you miss him terribly. You are lonely, overworked and overwhelmed, and he is not here.

The first week, you kept texting. He always made time to call you at midnight. He checked up on you just like you do the same for him, asking if you have eaten or got enough sleep. He knows that the grad school gets harder than it already is when you got close deadlines. You know he forgets eating when he is concentrated on his work. Conversations had been all about you two mutually worrying about each other.

But then the second week had a hectic start for Baelor. He couldn't even talk to you on the phone for more than five minutes. He kept texting when he can, you were too busy with your work and the timing was never right. Your sadness increased day by day. You stopped having proper answers for your future. Everything got too much. Everything you have been bottling up until now came at your throat, leaving a bitter taste there.

On Friday, you skip your classes. Instead you go to Baelor's house. You have the key, but when he is not here, the house feels empty and pointless. You have been fine with staying at your own apartment.

You let yourself in, thinking a change of places will be nice. Everywhere in this house carries something from your lover. You close the door and take off your shoes. Your steps are slow and faint as you go straight to the bedroom. It feels more than two weeks that you have last been in here.

You leave your bag on the floor. Taking off your clothes, you wear one of Baelor's shirts. The scent is familiar enough to make you cry. You wish for him to be here right now. You wish to bury yourself into him, he would hold you until your breaths are normal. He has strong arms and you've always liked pressing your ear on his chest to count his heartbeats.

You get under the covers. It's almost evening, you should probably eat dinner, but you don't feel hungry. Baelor's pillow is soft under your head and when you press your nose into it, you can sense his cologne. It's so distinctly him, something that shuts your mind as you drift off to sleep with a frown on your face.

Baelor finds you like this hours later. Wearing his shirt, sleeping in his bed. You're precious, such a lovely girl, but you look very tired. His darling. He has to take a deep breath to collect himself.

For a second, he doesn't know what to do. He wants you to keep sleeping, he also wants to talk to you and ask you how you feel. He wants to take a shower, but he doesn't want to be alone in the bathroom. He spends a few minutes watching you sleep trying to decide what to do.

You make the decision for him. Almost as if you feel him in the air, you open your eyes. He has always loved your eyes, you don't know how he does it, but he can understand what you're thinking from just a look into them. Right now, they are sleepy and unfocused. When you finally gather the fact that he's here with you, they fill with unshed tears.

Baelor is quick to hold you. You put your head on his shoulder as he rubs a big hand on your back, he takes a breath of you and lets you cry into him without asking you any questions.

You needed this. All those days, forcing yourself to keep going, you never cried. When he is here with you, in his bed, holding you like you will never disappear, your resolve crumbles. He is safe. You don't have to be strong with him.

He kisses your neck, your shoulder. His fingers are drawing tiny circles on your back. You cry for a few minutes without rushing into silence. It feels good when you calm down.

Baelor cups your cheeks. He looks at your face, unable to restrain himself from kissing your forehead. "Hello," he starts with a gentle voice and a soft smile. "I'm so happy to see you here."

"I didn't know that you'll be back tonight," you say, your voice coming out scratchy. "I couldn't stay at my apartment. Didn't even go to class today."

He guessed it right. Tilting his head softly, he gives you a nice smile. It's comforting. "I was worried," he says, "You stopped sending me red hearts."

"I'm sorry."

"No, no," he shakes his head. His thumb rubs your jawline softly. "I knew something was off. I wanted to see you as soon as I could."

You look at him. His mismatched eyes, glowing in the dimly lit room. He leans in for a kiss when you stare at his lips for longer than you would like to admit. It is softer than anything.

"I will be okay," you say. "I know I will."

"You will," he agrees. "If there is anything you want to talk about, I will listen, but you should know that I believe you when you say you will be okay."

Your favorite thing about Baelor is that he is always so genuine. You know he means what he says, he doesn't try to say things he doesn't believe just to agree with you.

"I missed you," you say. "Things were- a lot. I felt like I couldn't take care of myself properly and I didn't like it. I just wanted to sleep."

He knows the feeling. It's very familiar.

"I have the weekend off," he tells you. One of the rare weekends that he doesn't even have to leave the home. "I thought we can spend it together if it's okay with you."

You have things you need to finish, but you are sensible enough to know that your work will not reflect your true potential when you are burnt out. "I'd love that." you say, snuggling into his chest like a cat hungry for love.

"Come here," he urges, picking you up to get you in his lap. You wrap your arms around him, settling down on his legs. "My love. Do you know how I love you? I want to stop everything that hurts you."

You don't say anything. He hugs you the way he wants now, the way he needs. You realize he needed this just as much as you do. Two weeks of absence leaves both of you miserable.

"Did you eat before you slept?" Baelor asks. He nods when you shake your head. "I'll make us a late dinner after I have shower, hmm?"

"Can I join you?" you ask, already know that the answer is yes. It's always been yes. Baelor always wants you to be where he is.

"Of course," he says. "You can also let me wash your hair."

He makes sure that the water is warm enough before you come into the bathroom. When you step in, he's already put his clothes aside. He smiles when he sees you.

A moment later you are both standing under the water, steam filling your senses. Suddenly you want to cry again. You lean to his chest as you rub your eyes. Hot water makes you want to curl up into yourself and stay until it gets cold.

He holds you. Not doing anything else, just standing under the hot water with you in his arms. "Let me kiss you." he says, gently. You tilt your head to the side, allowing him to reach your neck. His kisses are soft, he rubs his nose on your skin. You hold his hands, close your eyes as the hot water presses on your face. He keeps kissing you, letting the water soak every worry up as the steam covers your sights.

You do not cry. Not like you did before. Just a few tears sliding down on your cheeks with the water as Baelor makes you stop thinking about anything else other than this moment.

He uses the shampoo you left here before. Taking a generous amount of it in his palm, first he rubs his hands together, then he starts moving his fingers in your hair. It's impossible to stand straight when he massages your scalp the way he does as if he wants to shut your mind off gently. He notices you are trying to keep yourself straight even when you don't have to.

"Lean on me," he says. "Relax."

You follow his words, letting him do all the work as you give your weight against him. He spends minutes for you, washing your hair and rubbing your shoulders with those long fingers you love. He helps you melt under the water for him.

You want to offer the same treatment for him, you know he needs to clean up himself after a long day, but you don't even have the energy to lift your arms when he finishes with you. Instead you wrap your arms around his waist and put your head on his chest.

"Thank you," you say. "I-I needed that."

He kisses your head as a response.

Somehow convincing you to leave him in the bathroom to clean himself up and join you in the kitchen afterwards, go ahead sweetheart, Baelor spends only a few minutes in the bathroom without you. When he steps out, he is clean, tight muscles all relaxed with hot water and you. Only he has this tired wave of energy left in his body, the urge to keep you to himself and kiss you until he is out of breath, until you forget every troubling thought...It keeps him on his feet when he walks into the kitchen in clean clothes.

"You must be hungry," he says as he looks into the fridge. Nothing fresh is there as he was not here for two weeks. "We have- frozen pizza."

"You sound surprised." you say, finally finding a bit of energy within yourself for humor.

"I can't remember when I put this in here," Baelor says. "That sounded a bit concerning, but it doesn't seem like it will expire soon."

"So we can eat it."

Pizza smells good when it's almost ready. Baelor spends moments of time standing between your legs and kissing you as you sit on the kitchen counter while the pizza is in the oven. He's got stable hands, your cheeks are smushed between them as he makes you laugh during the kiss.

"I was almost spiralling when you didn't send me any cat photos a few days ago," he confesses. "Maekar told me I was crazy, but I knew something felt wrong. There were no pictures of your coffee cups or the food you've eaten or your face when you were reacting to something I texted."

You frown. "I wanted to tell you, but then I didn't want to make it a big deal in my head." you say, thinking of a few days earlier. "I tried to convince myself that some weeks are hard and I only have to deal with them until they end."

"But it doesn't mean that you can't tell me, right?" he presses a kiss on your chin. "I know about bad weeks. I want to be with you when you go through them."

It is very simple, what he says. What he wants. He knows very well that you can take care of yourself no matter what, but why should you carry everything by yourself when he can be there to help you? Something protective curls up in his chest, something that makes him want to keep you to himself and only to himself.

You nod. It is easier when he is here.

"We should eat," you tell him, changing the subject. "It smells good."

"I hope it will taste as good," Baelor says, "I promise I will make you something better tomorrow."

"We can go out for groceries." you offer. He smiles.

Pizza is nice. It's not an obvious favorite for Baelor, but he endures. He likes watching you eat at his home, the simple act of making you dinner eases his worries even if it's frozen pizza. You give him soft smiles, but your eyes are tired. He wants to make it better.

He tells you to wait for him in bed as he cleans up the kitchen. He would offer tea, but you seem exhausted and he is no better than you. Baelor hopes the night will go easy on both of you. He walks into the bedroom, finds you under covers.

"I cancelled a meeting I had planned for tomorrow," you tell him. "It was for the presentation we will prepare for next week's class. I asked if we can postpone it for a few days."

"That's good, honey," Baelor says. "You definitely need some time off."

He settles down in bed, you immediately wrap yourself up around him.

"I think maybe it wasn't only about this week," you say. You sound thoughtful, trying to solve a problem that's been bothering you for a long time. "For the past a few months, I've been- not very good at accepting what I need."

"You tend to overwork yourself, that's true," he says. "It is because you have a great potential and you are very much aware of that. You don't want to waste it, but you forgot yourself in the process."

You sigh. Always a pleasure to see he knows you well.

"I don't want to regret anything in the future," you confess. "I think I want to be able to say that I have done my best even if I fail in the end. I don't want to look back thinking I could do better."

Baelor's breathing is even. You listen to his heartbeat as he listens to you talking.

"I love that you are thinking of your future self and that you are very protective of her," he starts. "But current you is as important as she is, right? Without your present self, the future would be impossible to reach, my love."

You nod. "I know. I'll try, Baelor."

"I know you will."

This is good, the comforting silence filling the room. He believes in you. You believe in yourself and him. You think maybe time will help you.

"Can you kiss me?" you ask.

It's one of his favorite things to hear from you and he only takes a moment to look into your eyes before he leans in for a kiss. You melt, close your eyes to the kiss as he does the same. He sighs, his arm wraps around your shoulders to keep you there. It is a tired kiss, but it's worth it. You love being so close to him.

"You are drifting off," he says, adoring the way your head almost fall to his shoulder. "We have time for more of this, but you should sleep."

"Promise you'll keep going in the morning." you say, so sleepy.

"I promise." Baelor says, fondly. He pulls the covers on you, kissing your forehead one last time before he falls asleep himself.

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valarr feels like the gentlest man ever which is my favorite kind of man if you know you know! i hope you like this <3333 it's very fluffy

modern!valarr targaryen x fem!reader, fluff - sick fic ♡

- Valarr is sick, you take care of him.

cw; fluff, friends (?) to lovers (?), non-sexual nudity, mentions of valarr and baelor's relationship

wc; 2.1k

THE GREATEST MOTIVATION

"I like your hair."

You sound so soft, something Valarr has missed for a long time. Gentle fingers going through his hair, your thumbs rubbing his scalp. You are following the white strands. It's your way of loving him, he likes to think, even if you have never said it out loud.

"Thank you." he murmurs, politely. Such a kind man even when he's sick. He is laying in his bed with too many pillows under his head, trying to keep his eyes open to see your face.

You smile, keep playing with his hair. Valarr has this pounding headache and a very hard time breathing normally, his mouth feels dry and his eyes are droopy. You being with him helps emotionally, but he still doesn't feel like he can leave the bed soon.

"I don't want to keep you," he says even though he is desperate for you to stay. "You're busy."

"You're not keeping me," you tell him, you mean it. "I want to be here."

You bring your hand to Valarr's forehead. He feels warmer than he was when you first arrived. He insisted he is fine, I'm just gonna rest and I will be okay, but he doesn't seem like it.

"You're running hot," you say. "I would make a joke about you being hot, but this seems serious. You need to get under cool water."

Valarr wishes you wouldn't tease him like you usually do. You are being very sweet now that he is sick, but you have a tendency to flirt with him until he crumbles under your attention.

"I can't even stand up," he says. "I'll fall if I try to wash myself."

You chuckle. "Poor baby," you murmur, men always have this way of being dramatic when they got sick as if this is the worst thing they go through. "I'll help."

Valarr doesn't think this is the best idea. The girl he's got a crush on helping him have a shower? He won't be able to handle it.

"Maybe I can," he starts as he sits down on bed. It's very difficult. "I can do it by myself. You don't have to come."

"But you said you'll fall."

"No, I was- I was being dramatic," he tries to chuckle. "It's not the first time, I can take care of myself."

You aren't convinced. Valarr has to look right into your eyes with those mismatched eyes of his, and this is not easy. It feels like you stare deep into his soul, you look so gentle, it hurts.

"I can fill the tub for you," you offer. "You can stay in the water for as long as you can, then we'll get you something to eat, hmm?"

"Alright," he accepts. "If you say so."

You help him stand up. His legs feel like jelly and it's not easy to walk all the way to the bathroom, but he manages.

He sits on the closed lid of the toilet as you check the water's temperature. "You should take your clothes off," you remind him. "I think this is cool enough, but we wouldn't want you to catch another cold."

There is something Valarr cannot name in the way you're taking care of him. It feels nice, something soft curling up into his chest, like he'll never be without you. You're not his girlfriend, not his lover, but he imagines you care about him. He never had the courage to tell you how he feels. You flirt with him and he does the same when he's on his right mind, but the timing was never right.

You two are friends. Sort of. You study at the same university, will probably graduate at the same time. You keep seeing each other, but neither of you takes the first step for something more. Friendship grew into something more, something that allows you to come to his apartment more than once every week. Something that lets you take care of him when he got sick, something that permits him to accept the care.

"Let me help," you offer when he shivers as he takes his shirt off. "I'll get you clean clothes to wear afterwards."

He nods. It's hard enough to stand up to take off his sweatpants and staying only in his underwear in front of you, he can't speak unless it's necessary. You help him get in the tub. He shivers once again once the water touches his skin.

"Slowly," you whisper, helping him settle down properly. "It's not too cold, is it?"

"No, it's- it's fine. Thank you."

"You're shivering," you murmur as you cup his cheek. Valarr tries to focus on the water instead of your hand on him. "I'm sorry for making you do this, but it should help. You wouldn't say yes to seeing a doctor if I offered."

He wouldn't say yes, that's true, but only because he doesn't want to be a burden. He doesn't want to deal with the hospital procedures, he just wants to stay in bed and heal. He wants to call his father. He also wants you to keep touching his face and play with his hair.

"I'll be fine," he says, instead of telling you what he wants. "I'm getting used to the water. Thank you."

"Stop saying thank you," you say. "You know I would never leave you all by yourself when you're burning up from a fever."

Valarr moves his legs in the water only because he doesn't know what else to say. He's happy that you are here and he's grateful and he likes your attention very much. He closes his eyes and makes a tiny sound of pain as his body slides in the tub enough to get his hair wet.

"Can you-" he starts a sentence. The fever's taking him, he suddenly feels brave and vulnerable at the same time, and he doesn't fight. "Can you play with my hair again? Please."

"Of course," you say, sitting at the edge of the tub to reach him properly. "But don't fall asleep."

"I won't." he promises. He makes a little noise at the way your fingers card through his wet hair, a noise that reminds you of purring. His entire body calms down. The pressure and hot waves behind his eyes lessen.

"You're lucky I'm a good cook," you say with a low voice. Valarr likes listening to it very closely. "I'm gonna make you soup. You can take your medicine after eating."

"I want to sleep."

He sounds so vulnerable and so innocent. You give him an adoring smile. "You can sleep all you want after eating, honey. You won't get any better if you stay hungry."

He would do anything you want to be called honey by you again.

You spend a few more minutes playing with his hair. When the water gets unbearable, Valarr opens his eyes. He tries to sit up in the tub. You leave the bathroom to get his clothes.

He manages to dry himself up with a clean towel he finds in the bathroom. You leave the clothes next to him and leave again to give him some privacy. He gets rid of the wet underwear and spends more time than he likes to for changing into his clothes.

When he is finished he calls for you. He feels better, less hot and he's able to open his eyes properly. You wait for him by the door with a smile on your face. He walks towards you.

"We should dry your hair," you say, letting him hold onto you once more. He can walk by himself if he's being honest, but he wants to walk with you. "I'll get a towel."

You make Valarr sit on the bed as you get the hair dryer and a towel. He relaxes as you dry his hair, your fingers are carding through it and not leaving any wet strands. He even tolerates the sound of the hair dryer as you touch his scalp.

"All done," you say. "You can get in the bed now, I'll be in the kitchen."

He gets into bed and you pull the covers on him. He had a thicker blanket before, but you changed it with a thinner one he realizes. It feels better. You fix his pillows, help him settle down and get comfortable.

"Can I sleep?" he asks as if he can resist falling asleep if you say no. His voice is smooth and low, he wants permission to sleep to not distort your newly formed routine of taking care of him.

"Yeah, of course you can. I'll wake you when the soup is ready."

Valarr closes his eyes. You watch him for a second longer. Without thinking too much about it, you lean in his space to kiss him on his forehead. He's less warm, his skin is soft and welcoming. His breath shudders the moment he feels your lips on his face.

He has always liked being kissed on his forehead. Baelor used to do that all the time with a smile on his face, an act of telling Valarr that he's proud of him. That he loves him very much. That Valarr is appreciated and he's important.

And now, you are doing the same to show you care. He feels he's important to you. You are spending your day being with him, taking care of him. He wants to call Baelor and tell him all about you. He wants to ask his dad how to confess his love.

"Alright," you stand up from your spot. "You sleep, I'm gonna go check your fridge."

He drifts off with a lovesick smile on his face.

You try to make as less sound as you can. There are enough vegetables, you make the easiest soup possible with what you find in the fridge. It smells nice when you leave it to simmer. You also check for medicines, some painkillers for his head and another one for his fever. He will be okay, you think, maybe he wants to have some tea later this evening. Warm drinks would help with his throat.

You think of everything your mother would do when you got sick. Going through each step in your mind, you think you have done good. Valarr seems comfortable in his sleep, he will be even better after eating and taking his pills.

He's been sleeping for more than an hour. The soup is warm, not too hot, but steaming. You pour some of it to a big bowl and put it on a tray with a glass of water. You don't want him to leave the bed so you carry it to his bedroom.

"Hey," you say gently, a hand on his shoulder to wake him up gently. He blinks his eyes open, seemingly better compared to how he was. "Can you sit down, honey? I got you some soup and your medicines."

Valarr does as you say even though he feels a little disoriented. "Smells good," he says. "Thank you."

"You're thanking too much," you say, handing him the spoon. "I told you stop, didn't I?"

"Force of habit," he takes the spoon. Gentle, tiny sips and the soup is delicious. "You really are a good cook." he tells you. The pepper in the soup tickles his throat, but it is nice nonetheless. He eats it all without talking, all focused on his spoon to not spill any on his bed. He does a good job of it in the end, you look happy as the bowl becomes empty.

"Good," you say, taking the bowl from him. "Now your water and the pills, please."

The water is cool against his throat, he swallows the pills easily. He's proud of himself when he completes doing everything you say.

"You'll feel better when you fall asleep and wake up again." you promise.

Valarr feels he is seconds away from telling you he loves you.

He holds your hand on the covers. His head feels mostly clear, but also a little foggy. If he tells you anything now, he won't be able to form proper sentences to explain himself, he will probably fall asleep in the middle of the words.

"I need to feel better." he says. He needs to get better as he has a confession to make.

A confession and then he wants to kiss you if you let him. He imagines your lips would be soft on his, your lovely mouth and your clever words, he wants to see how it feels. He thinks you will accept him. Then he can plan a nice first date, a first official date.

He really needs to get better. He has the greatest motivation.

You squeeze his hand in yours. "Will you stay?" he asks. He hopes the answer is yes.

"I will," you tell him. "Go back to sleep."

He closes his eyes. Sleep comes in seconds with your hands intertwined.

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Hi! May I kindly request something for Baelor? I’m currently dealing with some bad insomnia and I was thinking maybe after the trial of the seven with Baelor surviving maybe his second wife a soft and sensible one got really bad anxiety about his safety. She tries to hide it from him but then wakes up from a nightmare which has her totally shaken up! Please some fluffy hurt/comfort!!

Thank you so much 🥹🫶🏼

thank you so much for requesting, i hope you like it! <3333 requests are open for akotsk men if you have anything you'd like to share ♡

baelor targaryen x wife!reader, hurt/comfort ♡

cw; nightmares, mentions of death and blood, baelor comforting you

It's a cold night. Colder than usual.

Maybe it's because you are wearing a thinner nightgown tonight, or maybe because Baelor is not here right now to keep you warmer. You try to reason with the facts, moving your legs under the covers slowly to stay warm.

Sleep has been absent ever since you returned from Ashford.

You are a reasonable woman, you know that much. You know Baelor is okay. You know he is alive, he is well. He keeps working on his duties as the Crown Prince. That's why he comes late to bed most nights. Not because he- not because he is dead.

It still haunts you. Even though you know it's not reasonable, even though you leave this bed with him kissing your shoulders every morning, you are being haunted by memories. Memories and nightmares, your entire life could change just because your husband wanted to defend an honorable knight. You find yourself unable to rest most nights, unable to fall into a deep slumber. Baelor doesn't know, you hope, he would say something if he noticed. It's a rough time for the kingdom, his mind is always elsewhere even when he's physically with you.

You turn in bed. Changing your position, hoping it would help. Closing your eyes, you try to imagine a nice memory. You beg the Gods for a pleasent dream. You think of a sea and a bright sky, sunlight kissing your shoulders with Baelor by your side. He smiles in the dream, leans in to kiss your cheekbone. His scent fills your senses along with the salt air, you blink under sunshine. The dream is enough to put a smile on your face.

A loud sound disrupts your thoughts. Thunderstorm. You flinch in bed, sitting up abruptly.

That's when the door of your chambers open and your husband walks in. He sees you sitting in bed, sheets in your palms as you squeeze them hard. Your hair looks messy and your eyes, they are wide open with worry.

Baelor walks in with big steps, he comes to your side of the bed before taking his clothes off and getting ready for the night. "What's troubling you, my sweet?" he asks, cupping your cheek. He sounds so gentle, so warm, you want to cry. You want to confess how you are being haunted by his death. He talks to you very delicately, you lean into his touch. "Is it the sound of thunderstorm? I apologise for leaving you alone in our chambers until this hour."

You shake your head. "I was about to fall asleep, I think. The sound startled me."

Baelor smiles. It's a very tired smile, but he is affectionate nonetheless. "I will join you," he says. "Let me take my clothes off, it will be very quick."

You nod, settle down in bed while you wait for him. You would stand up and offer him help, but you find yourself very tired. Nights exhaust you recently, you need to preserve the little energy you have left from not sleeping well.

Baelor keeps his promise. He is right next to you in bed a few moments later. He opens his arms, his chest bare the way you like. You are needy for every bit of comfort he can offer, you snuggle into him with your ear on his heartbeat. It still beats. It such a beautiful sound, you want to keep listen to it all night. You would stay by his side and make sure he is breathing well all day if you could. You know that's not an option, and sometimes it hurts your chest.

Baelor kisses your head. You are tense, he realizes, shivering like a little bird. He rubs your back with a big hand, unsure if he should say something. You lift your chin to see his eyes in the dimly lit room. Sounds of thunderstorm lingers in the air as your husband looks at you with a pair of beautiful, mismatched eyes.

You have always been soft to him, he knows. Such a sensible, thoughtful person, and he upset you. He knows he did, he still remembers how your eyes welled with tears as he decided he will fight for Ser Duncan. He tried to make it up for you after the trial. Got you gifts, kept tables full with sweets you like from the kitchen, spent every morning in the gardens with you even if he had to cancel council meetings. He is aware of the fact that all of these are usual actions for a man who loves his wife dearly, but he wanted you to know how grateful he is for your presence next to him. Even though he can be a stubborn fool, you never left his hand.

He decides not to bother you further with questions. You were almost falling asleep if not for the thunderstorm. Instead he pulls you to his chest and holds you closer, his lips stay pressed on your hair. You sigh, your legs tangled in his, and finally your bones do not feel so cold.

You fall asleep.

It is not a deep slumber, it's very delicate. In fact, you are aware of your surroundings even when you are asleep. You don't know how that is possible. At some moment, you feel Baelor's hand on your shoulder blades. He comforts you, urges you to have your well-deserved rest. Your mind is blank suddenly, your body relaxes under him.

Then the dream begins. The nightmare.

Baelor is in his armor. He looks- he looks ready to fight and it's a lethal sight. His eyes are hard, they are never hard when he looks at you, but this is different. His lips are formed into a thin line, his brows are furrowed. He shouts words you cannot understand. He screams.

You see Maekar next, or maybe that's Aerion. Their faces are not easily recognizable. The only person you surely know is your husband. He rides, rides, rides. He yells, he screams. There is blood on his cheeks when he stops for a moment. You cannot reach him.

You think he will not fall. He keeps fighting. He stays on his horse. He is resilient, he is alive. You can feel your hands shaking in the dream, your eyes hurting. Save him, you beg, save him. Let him come back to me. You pray for someone to listen. Someone to hear.

But then- A loud crash. The person in the dragon armor- Maekar or Aerion- hits Baelor from his back. You scream. It is the first hit he takes. Not the last. The dream fills with blood, and then he falls. He falls on your feet, you see his eyes go blank. You try to hold his head, what's remaining intact, you scream once more. Begging him to wake up, to stay alive, to blink his eyes... For the first time in your marriage, Baelor doesn't respond to your pleas.

You feel him go cold in your hands. You feel his blood seeping through your clothes. You feel his last breath on your cheek.

You scream so loud, your throat feels like it will explode.

Your head pounds, your ears ring, your hands shake with pain.

"Wake up," you hear a voice, feeling like you are swallowed by the ocean. "Open your eyes, my love, you are alright."

You feel hands on your shoulders. Baelor shakes your body until you open your eyes. It's hard to focus on him, but you see his eyes are open wide with worry. Your mind is very slow as it catches up with the images it cruelly conjured.

"Baelor," you whisper. You find your voice as tears fill your eyes. You cannot hold this in your heart any longer. "You died. You died in my arms."

"No," he shakes his head. He holds you in his arms, cups your cheeks as his thumbs dry off your tears. "Look at me. It was only a dream, my love. You had a bad dream."

"Nightmare," you say. You are sad beyond words. You are terrified of losing him. "It was worse than other nights. I saw you bleeding out in Ashford. You fell into my arms, I couldn't save you. I begged and no one heard me, no one helped-"

You start crying into his chest. Baelor rubs your back, he doesn't say anything. He is cursing himself for the trial, for not stopping Aerion, for letting you see him fight like that. You have been haunted by your own mind for Gods know how long, but he did not realize until it happened right next to him. What kind of a man neglects his wife that way? What kind of a husband he has become?

"I'm alright," you say, trying to calm down. "I apologise. It was only a nightmare, I interrupted your sleep."

"No," he shakes his head. "Do not even attempt to try to calm me down as if I'm the one in need of comforting. You have been hurting because of my decision, I didn't even know that. I had no clue that my wife was being haunted by nightmares. I am the one to be blamed."

You look at him, he looks beyond upset. Guilt shines in his eyes, his lips are in the shape of that thin line again. He kisses your forehead.

"I didn't tell you about the nightmares," you say. "I didn't want to worry you. I thought I was just stressed about your safety after the trial. I thought I was going to be okay."

"You will be okay," he says. "I will never leave you alone by yourself in our bed. I will stay until I make sure you are sleeping well, I will make sure of your wellbeing. I will fix my mistakes, I promise."

He kisses your lips this time. You accept it with greedy hands cupping his cheeks, he lays you down gently as he keeps kissing you. Your tears stop, you put your hand on his chest to feel his heart beating.

"I'm here," he says. "Did you think I would leave you alone in this world so easily? Never. I will spend the rest of my days, proving to you that I will be here."

[daenysx]

How about blurbs/shorts/head canons on the Targ men being handed their newborn daughters? ❤️

yess, i hope this is good! i can try to do more requests like this if you want anything else <3333 thank u

AKOTSK MEN - HOLDING THEIR BABY GIRL FOR THE FIRST TIME

baelor

Baelor always wanted to have a daughter. He stays by your side during the birth, you urge him to look for the baby as the maids clean her up, and this is when he leaves you for a moment. When they put the baby in his arms, he first looks at her eyes as she blinks them open. They are blue and brown, just like his. He feels a wave of pride and happiness hitting him right in his chest. She is the most precious thing he has ever held. He kisses her soft forehead and he is very careful, he cannot stop smiling. I am afraid my beard will hurt her, he tells you when he settles down next to you in bed again. I have to cut it off, I will not be able to stop kissing her. She leans into his touch or maybe he imagines that she does, his hands are huge and she's only a tiny baby. You watch them fall for each other.

maekar

Maekar has done this before and not just once, waiting for the maids to clean up the baby as he sits by your side and holds your hand. He kisses the back of your hand, makes sure that you are okay. He never did it with a daughter of yours though, this is new, but he focuses on your health first. When you close your eyes with a tired smile, he gets to hold the baby. His first thought is that she smells divine. He stops frowning right this moment, he leans in for a big breath of her air. Already wrapped around her finger, he thinks, Gods know what will become of him when she's grown. She watches him like he is the most interesting thing in the room, her lips curl into something that looks like a sleepy smile. She moves her hand, makes cute baby noises. Maekar watches her, unable to stop his own smile.

valarr

Valarr was so stressed that something will happen to you, he was exhausted when he finally got to hold the baby. His first thought is that she is very light, but she has that stubborn glint in her eyes that he's familiar with from you. She has his eyes, but every other feature is yours. He is very careful as he holds her tight on his chest, she yawns and he's damned. She is so sleepy, his scent becomes an immediate comfort. She seems like she recognizes his voice from all those times of him talking to her when she was in your belly. A tiny you, he says as he shows his baby to you proudly, she has your face just look at her. My favorite sight in the entire world. He smiles when she closes her eyes, and falls asleep in the safety of her father's arms. Such a lovely girl, all yours, and he belongs to her just as he belongs to you.

aerion

Once Aerion is sure that you are safe and healthy, he starts pacing in the room. How long does it take for maids to clean up a baby? He doesn't know what to expect, but he tries to seem cool and collected. A daughter. He had a son in his mind throughout the pregnancy, but he won't say anything now, he's not gonna face your rage when you're still in bed. When they finally hand him his baby girl, he frowns. She's so tiny. He's immediately protective of her, he doesn't know her, but she's his after all. He wanted a dragon in the form of a son, but as he stares at her with uncertain eyes, she holds onto his thumb. Her entire hand, smaller than his thumb, and she's strong. She opens her eyes and suddenly his frown looks back at him. He feels very possessive over her suddenly, he keeps holding her until you feel good enough to hold her yourself. Oh, look at that, you say, she looks like she is your twin. What will your father say now that there is two of you? The thought of Maekar reacting to a granddaughter resembling Aerion is so intriguing, he smirks as he looks at his baby like there is a secret between them.

[daenysx]

Blurbs on wearing their favourite colour. Any kind of dress/outfit. Maybe tie in with the blurb you did for their newborn girls if you want. you pick!

thank u <333

AKOTSK MEN - REACTING TO YOU WEARING THEIR FAVORITE COLOR

baelor

Baelor adores you. You did it on purpose, you knew he would love it when you got dressed today. Here you are, wearing his favorite color, and he is unable to say something for a second. Perfect, he admires you and kisses the back of your hand, you look perfect. He gives you a smile. He likes how you know him, how you do things to make him happy. He even offers to take a picture of you as you pose for him.

maekar

Maekar stops frowning when he sees you. This is a big thing, even people around him notice his expression of admiration for a second. His eyes get wide as he takes the image of you wearing his color in, you look exquisite, and he will make sure that you know that. You give him a charming smile, look up to him as he keeps staring at you helplessly. You look good, he says. You can do better than that, you tease. I will, he promises, once we are alone.

valarr

His brain short circuits for a second. The image strucks him, you in his favorite color, carrying it as if you are walking out of his dreams. He smiles, bites his bottom lip. You're doing that thing you do when you're flustered, you tease him, something happened honey? You know what happened, you know it very well, but he has no power when it comes to you. He can only lean in for a kiss, let you laugh into the kiss as you hold his hand.

aerion

He takes a long moment, just staring at you. He gets closer then, a few steps and he's right in front of you. You did this on purpose, he says as he touches your collarbone, you knew what it would do to me. You lift your chin, he puts a tiny kiss on your lips. You don't know what will he do next, he can walk away or kiss you senseless. He smirks. It's a silent promise that he will gently take off your clothes once you get home and give you a good night.

[daenysx]

Ok so significant other is injured. Trips or falls, and the men have to be summoned. What is going through their minds. Little angsty after those lovely fluffy blurbs

thank u <333 hope you like it!

AKOTSK MEN - REACTING TO THE NEWS ABOUT YOU BEING INJURED

baelor

When they tell Baelor you fell and injured your ankle, he stops what he's doing immediately. In the middle of a council meeting? Some other matter that needs his attending? Nothing is more important than rushing to your side. My love, he sits right next to you in bed, does it hurt too terribly? You try to seem collected, but when he looks at you like he will crumble if you are hurting too bad, you stop resisting your tears. Baelor has to kiss them off your cheeks as the maester tends to you and reassure you that you will be okay.

maekar

Maekar's first instinct is to question the poor maid who brought him the news. She knows nothing, but he keeps asking questions as he walks quickly to your chambers. He grumbles the entire way, even curses the guards at your door. Someone should remind him that it is you who needs to be calmed down, not him. He relaxes when he sees you lying on your bed as the maester checks your ankle. He was picturing the worst case scenario the entire way. You will be my death, he whispers as he settles down next to you after everyone else leaves, almost had a heart attack on the way here.

valarr

Valarr runs in the corridors to get to you. His calm and collected attitude dissolves, he runs as if the entire keep is under attack. What happened? he asks, holding your hand on the sheets, are you alright? Is it broken? Does it hurt too much? My sweet girl, I apologize for not being with you. You have to assure him that you feel alright, only hurting a little, but the maester will give you something for the pain. You even kiss his cheek as you tell him he cannot always be by your side and accidents happen sometimes. He lets out the breath he has been holding, gives you a kiss back.

aerion

Aerion feels this protective urge hit him when he finds out. He walks in slow and steady steps, taking the news in, planning to punish anyone who is responsible for your accident. Tell me, he demands as he watches the maester tending you, did someone push you? Who did this to you? He will gladly punish anyone who dares to touch you, you need to tell him you just fell down. I am in pain, stop questioning me, you say, come here. He settles down next to you with a whispered curse, stares at your swollen ankle. Give me a kiss, you say just as demanding as he is, stop asking for names to punish innocent people. He has to do as you say, you are in pain after all.

[daenysx]

heyy ilove ur stuf, iwas thinking maybe a part 2 of the sick valarr fic where they confess their feelings and their relationship escalates

hii thank you for reading angel, it makes me so happy to see you guys enjoying the fics <333 i actually started writing a second part for that but now that my break is over i'm kinda stuck in a terrible schedule so i can't promise finishing it soon :) i'll definitely be sharing it if/when i complete it <3333

[daenysx]

Ok so significant other is injured. Trips or falls, and the men have to be summoned. What is going through their minds. Little angsty after those lovely fluffy blurbs

thank u <333 hope you like it!

AKOTSK MEN - REACTING TO THE NEWS ABOUT YOU BEING INJURED

baelor

When they tell Baelor you fell and injured your ankle, he stops what he's doing immediately. In the middle of a council meeting? Some other matter that needs his attending? Nothing is more important than rushing to your side. My love, he sits right next to you in bed, does it hurt too terribly? You try to seem collected, but when he looks at you like he will crumble if you are hurting too bad, you stop resisting your tears. Baelor has to kiss them off your cheeks as the maester tends to you and reassure you that you will be okay.

maekar

Maekar's first instinct is to question the poor maid who brought him the news. She knows nothing, but he keeps asking questions as he walks quickly to your chambers. He grumbles the entire way, even curses the guards at your door. Someone should remind him that it is you who needs to be calmed down, not him. He relaxes when he sees you lying on your bed as the maester checks your ankle. He was picturing the worst case scenario the entire way. You will be my death, he whispers as he settles down next to you after everyone else leaves, almost had a heart attack on the way here.

valarr

Valarr runs in the corridors to get to you. His calm and collected attitude dissolves, he runs as if the entire keep is under attack. What happened? he asks, holding your hand on the sheets, are you alright? Is it broken? Does it hurt too much? My sweet girl, I apologize for not being with you. You have to assure him that you feel alright, only hurting a little, but the maester will give you something for the pain. You even kiss his cheek as you tell him he cannot always be by your side and accidents happen sometimes. He lets out the breath he has been holding, gives you a kiss back.

aerion

Aerion feels this protective urge hit him when he finds out. He walks in slow and steady steps, taking the news in, planning to punish anyone who is responsible for your accident. Tell me, he demands as he watches the maester tending you, did someone push you? Who did this to you? He will gladly punish anyone who dares to touch you, you need to tell him you just fell down. I am in pain, stop questioning me, you say, come here. He settles down next to you with a whispered curse, stares at your swollen ankle. Give me a kiss, you say just as demanding as he is, stop asking for names to punish innocent people. He has to do as you say, you are in pain after all.

[daenysx]

Ok so significant other is injured. Trips or falls, and the men have to be summoned. What is going through their minds. Little angsty after those lovely fluffy blurbs

thank u <333 hope you like it!

AKOTSK MEN - REACTING TO THE NEWS ABOUT YOU BEING INJURED

baelor

When they tell Baelor you fell and injured your ankle, he stops what he's doing immediately. In the middle of a council meeting? Some other matter that needs his attending? Nothing is more important than rushing to your side. My love, he sits right next to you in bed, does it hurt too terribly? You try to seem collected, but when he looks at you like he will crumble if you are hurting too bad, you stop resisting your tears. Baelor has to kiss them off your cheeks as the maester tends to you and reassure you that you will be okay.

maekar

Maekar's first instinct is to question the poor maid who brought him the news. She knows nothing, but he keeps asking questions as he walks quickly to your chambers. He grumbles the entire way, even curses the guards at your door. Someone should remind him that it is you who needs to be calmed down, not him. He relaxes when he sees you lying on your bed as the maester checks your ankle. He was picturing the worst case scenario the entire way. You will be my death, he whispers as he settles down next to you after everyone else leaves, almost had a heart attack on the way here.

valarr

Valarr runs in the corridors to get to you. His calm and collected attitude dissolves, he runs as if the entire keep is under attack. What happened? he asks, holding your hand on the sheets, are you alright? Is it broken? Does it hurt too much? My sweet girl, I apologize for not being with you. You have to assure him that you feel alright, only hurting a little, but the maester will give you something for the pain. You even kiss his cheek as you tell him he cannot always be by your side and accidents happen sometimes. He lets out the breath he has been holding, gives you a kiss back.

aerion

Aerion feels this protective urge hit him when he finds out. He walks in slow and steady steps, taking the news in, planning to punish anyone who is responsible for your accident. Tell me, he demands as he watches the maester tending you, did someone push you? Who did this to you? He will gladly punish anyone who dares to touch you, you need to tell him you just fell down. I am in pain, stop questioning me, you say, come here. He settles down next to you with a whispered curse, stares at your swollen ankle. Give me a kiss, you say just as demanding as he is, stop asking for names to punish innocent people. He has to do as you say, you are in pain after all.

[daenysx]

Blurbs on wearing their favourite colour. Any kind of dress/outfit. Maybe tie in with the blurb you did for their newborn girls if you want. you pick!

thank u <333

AKOTSK MEN - REACTING TO YOU WEARING THEIR FAVORITE COLOR

baelor

Baelor adores you. You did it on purpose, you knew he would love it when you got dressed today. Here you are, wearing his favorite color, and he is unable to say something for a second. Perfect, he admires you and kisses the back of your hand, you look perfect. He gives you a smile. He likes how you know him, how you do things to make him happy. He even offers to take a picture of you as you pose for him.

maekar

Maekar stops frowning when he sees you. This is a big thing, even people around him notice his expression of admiration for a second. His eyes get wide as he takes the image of you wearing his color in, you look exquisite, and he will make sure that you know that. You give him a charming smile, look up to him as he keeps staring at you helplessly. You look good, he says. You can do better than that, you tease. I will, he promises, once we are alone.

valarr

His brain short circuits for a second. The image strucks him, you in his favorite color, carrying it as if you are walking out of his dreams. He smiles, bites his bottom lip. You're doing that thing you do when you're flustered, you tease him, something happened honey? You know what happened, you know it very well, but he has no power when it comes to you. He can only lean in for a kiss, let you laugh into the kiss as you hold his hand.

aerion

He takes a long moment, just staring at you. He gets closer then, a few steps and he's right in front of you. You did this on purpose, he says as he touches your collarbone, you knew what it would do to me. You lift your chin, he puts a tiny kiss on your lips. You don't know what will he do next, he can walk away or kiss you senseless. He smirks. It's a silent promise that he will gently take off your clothes once you get home and give you a good night.

[daenysx]

Blurbs on wearing their favourite colour. Any kind of dress/outfit. Maybe tie in with the blurb you did for their newborn girls if you want. you pick!

thank u <333

AKOTSK MEN - REACTING TO YOU WEARING THEIR FAVORITE COLOR

baelor

Baelor adores you. You did it on purpose, you knew he would love it when you got dressed today. Here you are, wearing his favorite color, and he is unable to say something for a second. Perfect, he admires you and kisses the back of your hand, you look perfect. He gives you a smile. He likes how you know him, how you do things to make him happy. He even offers to take a picture of you as you pose for him.

maekar

Maekar stops frowning when he sees you. This is a big thing, even people around him notice his expression of admiration for a second. His eyes get wide as he takes the image of you wearing his color in, you look exquisite, and he will make sure that you know that. You give him a charming smile, look up to him as he keeps staring at you helplessly. You look good, he says. You can do better than that, you tease. I will, he promises, once we are alone.

valarr

His brain short circuits for a second. The image strucks him, you in his favorite color, carrying it as if you are walking out of his dreams. He smiles, bites his bottom lip. You're doing that thing you do when you're flustered, you tease him, something happened honey? You know what happened, you know it very well, but he has no power when it comes to you. He can only lean in for a kiss, let you laugh into the kiss as you hold his hand.

aerion

He takes a long moment, just staring at you. He gets closer then, a few steps and he's right in front of you. You did this on purpose, he says as he touches your collarbone, you knew what it would do to me. You lift your chin, he puts a tiny kiss on your lips. You don't know what will he do next, he can walk away or kiss you senseless. He smirks. It's a silent promise that he will gently take off your clothes once you get home and give you a good night.

[daenysx]

omg yes!!! body existing without me is a perf way to put it. and i have like a constant migraine the entire time. everything seems harder then it should be :( im sorry we both have to go through this

i'm sorry too lovely :(( i hope it gets better, things are so difficult right now 😭

[daenysx]

i NEVER feel good and confident during ovulation, you are not alone! i feel very weird and exhausted during it 💔

thank you for responding angel <33 i feel very weird too and it's very exhausting it's like my head is pounding and my body exists without me :(