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I need a season 3 of Young Sherlock, yes I said season 3! I'm skipping season 2 where James and Sherlock break up.
I need season 3 to begin with James being absolutely devious and climbing the ranks in the crime sector. Leading Sherlock to trail after him, investigating his first crimes.
I need sherlock and John solving crimes and figuring out how to become partners because John is a good person, he's smart, he wants to become a doctor.
But he's not James.
I need Sherlock having his mind palace moments and seeing James in there either helping or distracting him from solving his cases.
Like it reaches a point people think he's schizophrenic cuz hes arguing with the wall.
And when he does eventually come across James in real life, he thinks for a moment that it's just an illusion, and he just tells his to stop invading his mind constantly.
Real James is confused, but soon catches on, teasing Sherlock, asking if he misses him that much, he might try to use Sherlock's weakness for him to try and convince him to join the dark side.
And Sherlock, bless his little fractured mind, considers it and seems to want to accept, if only to be near James again.
Queue John coming in with the police and snapping Sherlock out of their moment.
Moriarty wants Sherlcok to join him and logically the only thing standing between them is this wanna be doctor replacement Sherlock has for him.
Followed by an awesome finale where John almost dies and Sherlock and James fight for real, finally breaking any sort of bond they may have had in the past.
But even then, they still can't stop the lingering thoughts of one another. Of what could have been.
Sherlock walks in: We have a problem
James, not looking up from his book: Kill it
Sherlock: ....Ok, Can you chill for like 2 seconds?
James: I love you guys, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me
Sherlock: ....Really?
Cordelia, happy: We are the best thing that's ever happened to you?
James: Yes
Beatrice: Are you being serious right now?
James: ....yes?
Mycroft: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.
Sherlock, to a stranger: Fight me!
James, whispering to the same person: If you so much as touch him, I'll end you
*Sherlock wakes up to James watching him in the middle of the night*
Sherlock: When do you usually go to sleep?!
James: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods
*Mycroft bailing Sherlock out of Prison AGAIN*
Mycroft: Do you ever think about these things before you say them, or just…?
Sherlock: Of course I do. I think ‘Wow, that’s brilliant Sherlock, you should say that out loud’. And then I do, and it’s spectacular. It exceeds even my expectations
Mycroft: .....*sighs*
James: I found a foolproof method of determining if someone is truly evil
Mycroft: Oh? And that is?
James: If they dislike Sherlock, they're evil
Mycroft: ...Fair enough
James, trying to comfort Sherlock: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random Arson and Murder? I've been there.
Sherlock: ....what
James: The stars are so beautiful....
Sherlock: They're just giant balls of gas
James: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-
*Sherlock kisses him*
Sherlock: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you
James: Oh...
*The Holmes family during Dinner*
Mycroft: Why does Moriarty call you babygirl?
Sherlock: I don't know. Why does Bucephalus Hodge call you Princess?
*silence*
Bea: How about we all stop talking for a little while.
Silas: .....One dinner. I just want one normal dinner.
PART 2!
It's not Maekar or Baelor, or any of the Targaryens who keep their memories of the future...It's none other than Daemon Blackfyre!
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PART 1 >>>> https://www.tumblr.com/imasexypotato/812899689054748672/baekar-hammeranvil-daemon-blackfyre-fic?source=share
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Daemon wakes up in his bed, feeling horrid aches deep down in bones. He remembers the tourney and feels frustrated at the memory of losing, once again to Baelor.
He won't give up, he just needs to try harder. He will succeed. Before he can start plotting his nephew's demise, a visitor enters his room. Maekar.
Daemon is surprised at the young prince's visit, while he takes pride in knowing he's lowered the boys guard over the last few months, he hardly believed he would have enough care to check on his recovery.
Maekar asks how he's faring, he tells him he's there to apologise for Baelor's extreme violence during their fight. Daemon could scoff.
Maekar keeps him company for the coming days, coming and going, they speak about menial topics. Daemon could claim the prince's chatter bothered him, but the company he provided was not unpleasant.
Once Daemon regains his strength, he goes back to training rigorously. Baelor eventually approaches him and congratulates him on his swift recovery.
Daemon thanks him, but his hatred for Baelor simply continues to fester. He starts making moves within the keep.
He gathers his forces, and strengthens his supporters as the weeks pass on. They hatch a plan. This is sure to work, but it all depends on one singular factor.
Daemon needs to separate the Hammer and Anvil.
For good.
A huge celebration was to take place within the fortnight. That is when they would strike.
During the days leading up to the gathering, Daemon made sure to linger around Maekar. He needed the boy vulnerable for the event.
He starts making passing comments here and there, mentioning Baelor's flourishing relationship with the lady Jenna. Maekar always keep quiet and nods along.
Daemon knows from weeks of conversation, how Maekar feels about his brother, he uses it to his gain, trying to plant seeds of envy and doubt in his young mind.
He starts by telling him a lie. A small, harmless lie.
He tells Maekar that Baelor plans on proposing to lady Jenna during their next gathering, and how he has proclaimed he will gift her Summerhall as a prenuptial offering.
Daemon watches, with detached glee as Prince Maekar's heart seems to break, his brother had promised him Summerhall, a gift from their father to their mother years ago, he promised Maekar it would be his when he came of age.
He promised.
And now he intends to give it to some random lady? Just like that? Was Baelor's word truly swayed by the first pretty face that glanced his way? No, surely not.
Maekar tells him he must be minsinformed on the matter, and Daemon simply apologises, he must have misheard.
But the seed had been planted, and all he had to do was sit back and watch.
Over the following days, servants, loyal to his cause where charged with causing havoc around the palace grounds. They are instructed to make small items go missing.
A series of complaints reach the Kings council, several robberies of personal belongings have taken place. A golden chain here, a pair of earrings there. The king promises to find the culprits behind the petty thefts within their walls.
At one point, Lady Jenna steps up and explains that a pendant she had, a family heirloom passed down from her grandmother, had gone missing. Prince Baelor assures her that he will do everything in his power to retrieve it for her.
Days leading up to the celebration reveal trinkets to be found in the oddest places of the palace, a lord's signet ring on a windowsill, a ladies diadem hanging on a stable door.
Slowly but surely, all the lost items are found and returned to their rightful owners. All excempt for Lady Dondarrion's pendant.
The day before the party is to take place, a piece of paper slides under prince Baelors chamber doors. He opens the door, looking for whoever might have left the mysterious note.
When he reads it, he grows annoyed. It says, in scribbled letters, that Prince Maekar is in possession of Lady Jenna's locket. Baelor rolls his eyes, but makes his way over to his brother's room.
While he doesn't believe Maekar would have the pendant, much less steal it, he does have a duty to chase all viable options.
He assumes nothing will come of this little endeavour, but it will be nice to see his sweetling, it seems they have grown apart over the last few weeks.
He reaches Maekar's room and knocks, Maekar answers in confusion, a frown on his face once he sees Baelor. He asks waht he wants. That throws him off.
Maekar is usually pleased to see him, Baelor asks to enter his chambers and Maekar steps aside. He asks what he's doing ther onece more.
Baelor can tell he's angry, at what? He cannot say. He tells him an anonymous tip came in, claiming Maekar was in possession of Lady Jenna's pendant.
Maekar asks if he's being serious, why would he have Jenna's pendant? Baelor calms him and simply says he will have a look around his chambers and then leave.
Maekar snaps at him and tells him to leave immediately, Baelor asks why hes so upset.
Maekar tells him he knows the promise he made to Jenna. Baelor takes this to mean that he knows he promised to find her lost item and nods, saying it is true.
Maeker seems to tense up, why was he reacting so strangely? Baelor looks around the room, he begins to get suspicious when Maekar starts raising his voice, telling him to leave again.
Baelor pokes and prods, but doesn't find anything, as he turns to leave, a shining light hits the corner of his eye. He turns and, in the cinders of the lit out fire, he sees it.
Lady Jenna's pendant is there, under the ashen debree. Baelor turns to his brother in disbelief.
He asks what it's doing there. But Maekar looks just as surprised to see it there.
He claims he didn't take it, he swears. Baelor asks how it got there. Maekar gets angry when Baelor doubts him, he lashes out, which only worsens the situation.
Baelor goes one step further and asks if he was responsible for for all the other stolen items in the keep. Maekar is overwhelmed, no matter how much he denies it, Baelor doesn't seem to believe him.
He tells him he knows about Summerhall about his lies, Baelor turns to him in confusion, what does Summerhall have to do with anything?
They are suddenly interrupted when Myriah herself barges in, followed by a few ladies in waiting trailing behind, they had called upon her when they heard the raising commotion from the young prince's room.
Baelor explains the situation as calmly as possible. Myriah is furious and immediately strikes her son. Baelor subconsciously steps forward, his natural insticts telling him to protect his brother.
Maekar is left agape, his mother had never laid a hand on him before.
She immediately starts reprimanding him, telling him how ashamed she is to have a thief for a son, how he will be punished once she speaks to their father.
Maekar starts to cry, he begs her to believe him, he didn't steal anything, but it all falls on deaf ears. She leaves and instructs that Baelor return lady Jenna's pendant at the party, she forbids Maekar from attending until they decide what is to be done with him.
Baelor is conflicted, Maekar does not cry often, a part of his mind wants to believe him, but the facts are right there.
He leaves Maekar's room, his mind and heart battling against eachother.
The day of celebration comes, thw halls are full, the lords and ladies eat and dance from eve to night. All is well, the king's family is in good spirits and even the legitimised side of the party is in a good mood.
All is well on the surface.
Daemon exchanges pleasantries with the partygoers, wacthing the royal family enjoying their meals, noticing the particular absence of one little prince.
He approaches a balcony and sees a boringly typical exchange, prince Baelor returning a lost pendant to lady Jenna. They exchange soft conversation, it could bore Daemon to death.
He walks out and interrupts them, entirely by accident of course. He speaks to lady Jenna and expresses his genuine happiness at seeing that her lost trinket was returned to her.
Baelor watches him with his guard up, he hadn't spoken to Daemon Blackfyre in weeks.
Daemon steps further out and congratulates them on the special occasion, Lady Jenna must be elated. They look at him in confusion.
Daemon elaborates on the announcement. Had Baelor not already asked for Lady Jenna's hand?
Jenna turns to Baelor in surprise, and something akin to hope. Baelor feels a headache start to creep in. He explains that there will be nothing propsal that night. He looks to Jenna apologetically.
Jenna's excuses herself and rushes out, perhaps going to relay the news to her family.
Baelor drops the soft expression as soon as she leaves and turns to Daemon with an almost hostile demeanor.
Daemon smiles and steps closer, he tells him he heard of what had transpired. Prince Maekar had stolen from the lords and ladies of court , would he be punished, he wonders.
Baelor watches him for a moment and then sighs. He urges that Daemon not spread misinformation amongst his comrades, they were still looking into the whole debacle.
Daemon hums and walks around the balcony, gazing down at the city below them. He speaks again. He asks Baelor if he feels ready for what is to come, when he asks what he means, Daemon dismisses him.
Baelor asks why he's been so interested in Maekar as of late. Daemon turns to him slowly. The amicable mask drops and he stares at him with open hatred.
Daemon tells him Maekar is at the cusp of a revelation. He will have to choose which side of history he wishes to stand by. Baelor feels his patience begin to snap.
He tells Daemon to remember his place, Maekar doesn't need his head being filled with Daemon's unorthodox way of thinking. He simply laughs at that.
He goes to leave, cryptic as ever and turns one last time, he simply says, " I shall win this time, Your Highness, the winning piece is now in my grasps." He leaves then, Baelor even more confused than before.
Baelor watches him leave, and feels unease creeping in. He will speak to Maekar in the morning, there was clearly much they had yet to discuss.
He tries to go back into the throws of celebration when he is ambushed by both his father and mother, they start to interrogate him on the matter of a potential proposal to lady Jenna.
On the other side of the Red Keep, Maekar sits by his windowsill, tears having run dry long ago. He feels enpty, broken in a way. He didn't care that they all blamed him.
He didn't care if they accused him of theft. He didn't even care that his mother had struck him. He didn't care.
What he did care for, was Baelor.
How could he not believe him? Maekar had always been loyal to him, he may have been a bit temperamental at times, but surely his intent was without question.
He would ride into battle for Baelor, he would become a steady rock and lay himself at the foundation of Baelor's rise to the throne in the years to come.
He would die for Baelor.
So, how could he not believe him?
Maekar feels a fresh set of tears start to brim, when his bedchamber doors open slowly. He turns in surprise, nobody comes into his room without knocking.
He let's down his guard when he sees Daemon step into the light. He turns his gaze back towards the window.
Daemon asks how he's feeling, he's heard the news of the robbery. Maekar scoffs and tells him to fuck off. His uncle pays him no mind.
He walks over and sits at his side, places a hand on his shoulder, Maekar looks at him, tired.
He tells him he doesn't believe the mindless chatter of the crowds, he knows Maekar didn't steal anything. Maekar laughs and sniffles, he tells Daemon he's only one that believes so.
Daemon presses on and tells him he has become fond of Maekar, he feels as though it is his duty as his uncle to tell him the truth. Maekar watches him expectantly.
Daemon tells him his parents plan on sending him away. As a ward in a foreign land. Makear is skeptical at the comment and turns away.
Daemon tells him that Baelor requested he be sent away, as a lesson, to learn from his mistakes.
That makes Maekar crack.
He turns to him, tears streaming down his face. He calls him a liar, but his traitorous mind believes him. He wants to believe Baelor would never send him away, but after their last argument, he's not so sure.
Daemon tries to comfort him, gently stroking his head. He tells him it's true. Baelor told him moments ago.
Maaekar shakes his head as he trembles. He deosn't want to leave, he'll be good, he promises.
Daemon smiles and pulls him close, he tells him he knows he'll behave.
After all, Maekar is coming with him. Baelor has given him over to Dameon. Or so he says
Maekar doesn't understand what he's hearing. Why would Baelor let Daemon take him away, he hates Daemon. And where would they go? Did his parents really agree to this arrangement.
Was he to follow this false prince, into unknown lands, never knowing if and when he'd be allowed to return?
Did Baekor truly wish to send him away? Did he hate him that much? Over a simple misunderstanding of all things.
Daemon tells him it's time to go.
Before he can react, a white cloth covers his mouth, he struggles in vain for a while but ultimately succumbs to the dark. He goes limp in his uncle's arms.
Daemon holds him for a moment simply breathing it all in. He did it, his plans are finally coming into fruition.
He hauls the little prince in his arms and knocks on a secret passages door. A loyalist waits on the other side and helps guide him out of the palace.
He places Maekar in a carriage at the outskirts of the forest. He climbs in and instructs the others to proceed. He watches the keep and the city fade into the distance.
He did it.
He finally did it.
He's won.
He has separated the Anvil from it's Hammer.
As he stares at the sleeping boy before him, he knows he is truly the God's favoured prince.
He wonders, with dark glee, how Prince Baelor will react at the loss of his dearest little brother.
He smiles as they ride off into the night.
This time, he will succeed
This time, he will become king.
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Part 2 Done!
Let me know what you think x
I wanna make a 3rd and final part from Baelor's perspective, and I think itlle be a good one.
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Baekar/Hammeranvil idea:
Tension in the Red Keep keeps rising between Daeron II and Aegon IV. He's had 3 kids, all of which resemble the Dornish folk more than Aegon's own Targaryen bastards.
When Maekar is born, with silver hair and amethyst eyes, Aegon IV immediately favours him, and treats him as his only pure grandchild.
Over the years, Aegon IV only shows favouritism towards Maekar and has no issue loudly claiming his resentment for his other grandchildren.
Baelor doesn't mind much for his grandsire, though he does worry how much it affects his mother and father.
Aerys and Rhaegal also pay him little heed, each absorbed in their own interests.
Maekar grows up enjoying being pampered by his grandfather. However, over time he realises just how badly is brother's are treated compared to him and tries to keep his distance.
Maekar loves his family and hates whenever he is made to hear all the horrible comments and remarks Aegon IV makes about his brother's, he's especially harsh on Baelor.
More years pass, and while Maekar tries to keep his distance, Aegon IV always summons him when he wishes to see him. Maekar sucks it up and tries to get through their interactions as quickly as possible.
On one particular day, Maekar is summoned to his grandfather's chambers. Baelor sees how unhappy Maekar is when he's summoned and offers to go with him, which brings him a small sense of relief.
They visit Aegon IV together, but when they arrive, Aegon forbids Baelor's entrance, he only wishes to see Maekar.
Baelor promises to wait outside until Maekar is ready to leave.
Once to two are alone, Aegon begins his usual speech about his pure blood and the difference between him and his siblings. Maekar simply nods along, barely paying attention, hoping to leave soon.
A hand suddenly reaches out and settles on his thigh. Maekar almost jumps at the sudden touch. He looks up in alarm.
Aegon looks at him with a strange glint in his eyes. He keeps talking, listing off all of Maekar's tagaryen traits.
He goes a step further though, his grip tightens as he tells Maekar he's grown into his looks, he tells him how beautiful he looks, like an old valyrian prince should.
Maekar makes some rushed excuse and leaves as soon as he's broken free from his grandsire's grip.
Once he leaves the room, Baelor is waiting for him, asking if he's alright. Maekar is confused and frightened, and doesn't know how to explain what happened. He feels dirty, in a way.
So he says nothing.
Over the following weeks, Maekar keeps being summoned, but he refuses to go unaccompanied. His mother joins him, and when Aegon tries to dismiss her, Maekar is adamant she stay with him during their visits.
Aegon relents and does not act strangely or make odd comments in front of others.
Over time, Maekar calms and hopes their strange interaction was a singular uncomfortable moment never to happen again.
A celebration takes place in the keep, with lords from all the realm, and members of legitimised bastards families all in attendance. All of the kings mistresses are seated around like pretty decorations.
Maekar is enjoying the festivities with his siblings nearby and his parents in sight.
At the cusp of celebration, Aegon IV takes a heavy stand and makes an announcement.
He makes a half hearted speech about his dearly departed wife Queen Naerys. He talks about how heartbreaking it has been since her death.
Everyone knows it is a lie, given the amount of mistresses that surround him and illegitimate children dancing around.
He turns to Daeron and Myriah, and starts praising them for the upbringing of ALL their children. This shocks them and makes them wary immediately. They know something is amiss.
He smiles at them, a cruel stare. He turns his gaze to Maekar and smiles. He starts to especially praise them on their excellent upbringing with their youngest son.
Maekar shrinks into himself, he feels his grandsire's dark gaze on him and feels the way he did that day in his chambers. Dirty.
Aegon IV keeps speaking, he starts describing Maekar's Valyrian purity and appearance in graphic detail. The halls have become silent.
Everyone in attendance is uncomfortable at the King's incessant comments on the young prince's body.
Baelor starts to shake as he listens to Aegon speak, he becomes furious when his sees his sweet brother tear up in shame, he reaches out and pulls him close, as if trying to shield him from the man's perverted words.
By the time he's done, Aegon shifts his gaze from maekar back to the crowd.
He makes one final announcement.
He plans on remarrying and naming his next child as heir to the throne.
His new bride?
Maekar Targaeryn.
The hall is silent. The announcement is absurd. The king was old, and Prince Maekar was still far to young to even begin thinking about marriage.
Daeron II flies into a rage and all hell breaks loose.
The people are in an uproar, lords demanding for an explanation, Aegon IVs mistresses try to dissuade the king offering themselves as alternatives.
But Aegon IV simply shakes his head and smiles at Maekar with a predatory gleam.
Maekar starts to cry. He's overwhelmed. He shakes in his brothers arms.
Baelor has had enough. He hauls Markar up and rushes him to his chambers. They will deal with this catastrophic mess in the morning.
Over the coming days, the lords of the council try to change the king's mind, Daeron and Myriah and forbidden from approaching him, he claims they wish to sperate him from his intended.
Maekar refuses to leave Baelor's chambers, it is the only place in the Keep where he feels safe.
Baelor stays at his side at all times, refusing to let him out of sight, for fear of a guard or the king himself trying to snatch his brother away from him.
Myriah and Daeron try to find some way to interfere with Aegon's plans, even thinking of sending Maekar away, anywhere he will not be found.
A tense week passes, when a Royal proclamation is made to the common folk.
A wedding is to occur within the fortnight.
It is done.
The Keep is busy with servants and lords making preparations for a royal wedding. The atmosphere is sombre and everyone knows the situation is outrageous, even by Targaryen standards.
Many pity the young prince, some even pray for his safety under the King's future care.
Many times, Maekar is summoned to dress fittings and marital practice lessons, which he refuses to attend.
Baelor almost kills a Kingsguard that tries to grab and drag the prince out of the room.
Maekar is paranoid and terrified at the thought of having to marry his grandfather soon. He feels sick.
He can't stop thinking about the King's putrid gaze on his body, he feels disgusting. Dirty
Baelor holds him at night, and anger always rises when his sweetling cries and trembles into his chest.
Maeker tells him he doesn't want to marry Aegon IV, he's too young, and the man scares him to the bone.
He softly confesses that the only person he ever wants to marry is Baelor himself, once they are older.
Baelor whispers sweet nothings into his ears and promises he'll fix everything. Maekar falls asleep, still shaking in his brothers arms.
Baelor leaves Maekar for the fist time in days, making sure a trusted servant remains at his side until he returns.
He makes his way through the keep in the cover of darkness and breaches the King's chambers. Baelor sneaks up to his grandfather's bedside and holds a dagger to the man's neck.
Aegon wakes up confused and grins oncd he sess who it is, he immediately taunts Baelor. He knows he's been trying to hide his future bride away from him, it would prove useless soon.
The boy would be his and Baelor would have to watch as he took him away.
Baelor let's the man speak.
Aegon starts to threaten and mock him. He starts listing his dornish qualities as tainted blood.
Baelor listens for a moment then cuts him off.
He's let him demonize him for years, he's let him drag his and his family's name through the mud. He has always endured his taunts and poisonous comments. But he has gone too far this time.
Maekar was off limits, and Baelor was not going to let Aegon taint him with his depravity.
Aegon laughs and promises to have him executed after he has consummated his marriage with Maekar.
He lenas in and tells him the last thing he will ever see is his brother's spirit breaking and bending under his will.
Baelor doesn't let the man finish his degenerate speech.
He kills the pig in his bed.
He feels nothing as he watches his grandfather chock on his own blood,and eventually, watches the life drain painfully from his body.
Baelor cleans his dagger and makes his way back to his chambers, unnoticed. He dismisses his servant and climbs into bed, pulling his sweet brother into his embrace.
Maekar subconsciously nestles into him, and Baelor breathes him in.
He is safe now.
Baelor will always protect his Maekar.
Always.
The following day, the king's sudden death is announced. Though, it is delivered as an accident, a happenstance of the old king's declining health.
A sigh of relief washes over the entire keep. Daeron is named king before Aegon is even burnt.
All wedding preparations are cancelled and instead turn into a celebration for a new king's reign.
Maekar finally feels safe enough to leave Baelor's room, though he never strays far from his side.
Myriah embraces her youngest sons and lets him know all is well. They inform him of his grandsire's sudden passing.
Maekar is surprised but relieved at the thought of finally being free of the man.
They celebrate King Daeron's rise to the throne.
Baelor eventually pulls Maekar aside and takes him back to his chambers.
Maekar wonders what caused their grandsire's sudden death, but Baelor tells him not to worry too much about the how and why of the situation.
Baelor promised everything would be alright, and he was right. He is free to marry whoever he wishes when he comes of age. Maekar nods and blushes at the comment he had made the night before.
Once they reach his chambers, Maekar turns and pulls Baelor into a hug, he thanks him for looking after him, protecting him. Baelor holds him closes and swears to always do so.
Maekar leans in and places a gentle kiss on his cheek before rushing into his room, and slamming the door behind him.
Baelor stands in front of the closed door in awe.
A small smile appears on his face, he turns and walks away knowing Maekar is safe. He knows he made the right choice that night.
He crosses patch with his mother, and watches her watch him. He sees her heavy gaze and he knows. She knows what he has done.
She simply pulls him in and kisses his brow. She smiles and tells him she's proud of the man he's turning into. She leaves him be, clearly off looking for her dear husband.
Baelor watches her go, and turns towards his own chambers.
No.
He'll never regret his actions from that night.
He did his duty as a prince of the realm, and rid it of a great threat.
One day, when he became a better man yet, he would court Maekar properly, the way he deserved. And they would marry if he agreed, once they were both ready.
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The End!
Ugh I hated writing about Aegon IV
But let me know what you think!
I like the HC that Maekar is Aegon's favourite since he has the most valyrian features out of all his siblings.
Baelor may have been the one who killed Aegon IV, but if he had shown up any later, you best believe him mother or father would've gotten the job done first.
I like to think the court is in a frenzy because, not only is Maekar extremely young here, it's also, not an ABO AU, soooo..... how the heck is he supposed to give the King heirs?! They conclude the King is just a pervert.
Maekar grows up safe and sound, never knowing Baelor killed their gransire for him.
They eventually get married, YEARS later, after Baelor insists on courting Maekar extensively. They marry in the way of the old gods on Dragonstone with their parents and siblings as witnesses.
And if you're asking yourself, how do Baelor and Maekar conceive children then? The answer is.....DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT!
they have their 8 kids through valyrian magic or something (Baelor's seed is built different)
THE END
*Maeark & Baelor getting ready for a ball*
Maekar: We both look very handsome tonight
Baelor: ...You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you"
Maekar: ...I couldn't take that chance
Baelor: Hey, Maekar, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?
Maekar: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly likely
Baelor: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? Have you ever thought about it?
Maekar: ....No, I can't really say that I have
Baelor: Oh, that is actually quite surprising
Maekar: Sorry, Baelor. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. 6 boys and 2 girls. Eight perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringing up anybody
*Maekar watches Baelor spar*
Daemon, teasing: Oh, somebody has a crush
Maekar: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Baelor I just think he's cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about him
*Later that night*
Maekar, very much awake: Uh oh.
Maekar: This date is boring!
Baelor: This isn't a date. I said I was going to a council meeting
Maekar: Then why did you invite me?
Baelor: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Baelor I'll do whatever I want!
Maekar: ....shut up