PLEASE DONT KILL BAELOR THERE'S ENOUGH ANGST IN THE REAL WORLD
I don't think I will, but honestly the amount of times I change my mind while writing I am not promising anything.
I currently have now clean it up open and I am working away at it. I just wrote Baelor and wife fluff for the first time in forever. so maybe they will get their happy ending
If canon Ashford had crossed your mind then does tjay mean you've thought about making Jaded wife end up with Maekar??
but please don't kill our man Baelor. he deserves happiness with Jaded wife.
Maekar deserves nothing as of right now. just kidding
or am i??
no he would still end up with sweet wife, and jaded wife would probably just live out her days in the Red Keep or Dragonstones with her sons unless she remarried.
HERE IS YOUR CHANCE TO RUN—modern!Baelor Targaryen
Baelor Targaryen x young!mom!reader
summary: Baelor, ever the man of your dreams, was stepped up to be the father your daughter needs, but then her actual father shows back up, and you are ready for him to start running for the hills.
words: 2.5k
cw: MDNI 18+ sexual themes, age gap (reader is in their 20's baelor in his 40's), mentions of absent fathers, Alyssa is reader's four year old daughter (no features described other than she has hair), lmk if I missed any
a/n: idek what this is, it just came to me the other night
It took over half a year of dating before you had introduced Baelor to your daughter, Alyssa.
And he understood your hesitancy completely. Alyssa's father had never been presence. A fling from you were eighteen. He had stuck around for exactly until the middle of the second trimester was over when he decided he was not cut out to be a father, and that partying suited him better. Leaving you at nineteen a single mother, with no one to share the responsibilities with.
You didn't talk about him much, but you had once said he was a very small portion of your life and tended not to get wrapped up in thinking about it. Baelor had never asked for his name. He did not need to know one. If you wanted to share with him, that was okay. And if you never did that was okay too.
The first time they had met she was three and a half. She had a lot of energy and only stopped talking when her lungs begged her for air. She showed him her extensive collection of play make-up that he allowed her to put on his face, before she passed out on top of him watching Frozen.
You had watched the entire time, with a look in your eyes as if you were expecting him to take off running. He had learned that was your default shortly after. That everyone would flake out at some point or another.
But Baelor Targaryen was not just anyone.
Now a year later she was in a picture smooshed in between Valarr and Matarys on his desk. Next to the picture of the pair of you. She was his in everything, but blood. He went to preschool registration, was listed as the next emergency contact after you on her forms, he paid for swimming lessons, she called his parents Grammy and Grampy, and he loved her just as much as his boys.
He thought his days of chasing young children were over, but he was proven wrong, something he was grateful for as he could imagine a life without you or Alyssa.
His relationship with you was very private. You had met most of his family and attended dinners. You had gone to the few stray events for his work, but he kept you under wraps. Not because he was ashamed of you, but because he enjoyed the peace that came with not everyone in the world knowing.
The fact that you weren't constantly followed every time you went to work or out with your friends. That Alyssa's preschool did not yet have to be in one that had strict protocols and a gate to be buzzed in through like his children.
His eyes gravitated toward the large diamond glowing from the morning sun on your left finger. Though that was soon to come crashing down once the wedding invites began to be sent out.
Your hands weaved through Alyssa's hair skillfully as you had been well practiced by now. "Grammy said we can get ice cream today. She told me when she picked me up from school," she lifted her fingers counting them "Two days ago," she declared.
Baelor laughed into his coffee, "You will have to eat some for your mom and I."
"You guys can come," she reasoned with all her four and half years of logic.
"We have to pack up the house," you reminded her.
She nodded, "Right, because we are going to live in with Daddy," she added.
He smiled at the term. It was newer something she had begun called him once she started preschool hearing other's using it, but it caused a warmth to spread through him that he did not even know was possible.
You had finished tying her hair off by the time there was a knock on the door. Alyssa grabbed her bunny stuffed animal and sprinted toward the door. She bounced waiting for you to open the door.
Baelor grabbed the abandoned Frozen backup on the kitchen table that had everything she could need for a sleepover as you opened the door. He moved behind you missing the first part of greetings, "Thank you for taking her," you said politely. Looking down at Alyssa who kept trying to drag his mother off to the car.
Myriah waved it off, "Of course. I love Grammy and Alyssa days. The younger Daeron is currently staying with us so this will be a vast change in energy levels," she laughed shaking her head as she reached out taking the frozen backpack from Baelor.
"Younger Daeron?" you asked, never having met
"Oh. I thought that was Aerion."
"I am sure you will meet him soon enough. He is supposedly back for good, but we will see. Anyways I will keep her as long as you need, and make sure you take time for yourselves at some point!"
The hours dragged on, packing room after room, storing your life neatly in boxes. It had taken longer than it could have, but he enjoyed it this way. You would pause telling him stories of what each random object made had discovered and the stories it held.
But now as you were propped up on the counter.Yours and Baelor's shirts discarded in a pile on the floor as his hands and mouth roamed your body packing was the last thing on his mind.
"We were told to take some time for ourselves," he reasoned, pressing his mouth to your pulse point.
"I don't think this is what she meant," you argued, but you pushed yourself further into him. Your legs wrapped into him pulling him closer. Your nails raked down his back causing the muscles to tense under them, as he nipped at your flesh earning a low moan from you.
His hands rested on your hips, running around the waist pants of your hands. You lifted your hops slightly, using him to help hold you up, and he was beyond eager to shed another layer between the pair of you.
Then the doorbell rang followed by a pounding at the door.
He pulled away, with a frown reaching down to grab his shirt. You let out a sound of disapproval, "It is no one important. Your mum would have called if she was coming back early," you reasoned, trying to pull him back into you.
"Then let me send them away and we can continue," he answered pressing a kiss to the side of your head. You made another sound of annoyance, but did not argue, freeing him to do as he said.
He pulled a shirt over his head making his way toward the door. He should have checked through the peep hole, and he would soon come to regret this decision. He opened the door with a polite grin, but paused immediately. The last person he would ever expected to knock on your door stood before him.
Daeron. Daeron Targaryen. Maekar's eldest son. His nephew, Daeron.
Baelor did not answer for a moment blinking in confusion wondering if this was some dream, because suddenly reality made no sense.
The high of lust from moments ago went away as if he had just been drenched in a bucket of ice cold water, "What?" The man paused looking around to make sure he was in fact in your home instead of his own, "What are you doing here?"
"I—I saw a picture at Gram's and Alyssa—" his words were cut off, by another voice. Sterner, shaper, full of annoyance that you currently felt at being interrupted..
"Baelor who—" your words died immediately as your eyes locked on the man in the doorway. "What the fuck are you doing here?" you asked, suddenly it was no longer annoyance, but burning hot anger. Your tone taking form that Baelor had never heard.
His mismatched eyes flickered between you both, only filling with more confusion by the minute, "You know him?" he asked in confusion, as only hours ago you had no clue who they were referencing.
You stopped beside him, your jaw locked, "This is Alyssa's…" you made a gesture with your hand, because in your mind you did not believe he deserved the title of father. "How do you know him?"
It clicked instantly for Baelor, his eyes widening even further as he turned toward his nephew, "Oh. This is Maekar's eldest son."
Now your eyes widened , your face matching his his before you turned back to Daeron, "You have got to be fucking kidding me!"
The main indication of your anger was the fact that you did not make tea nor shove food in front of the new guests face like you did with everyone else. You refused to sit at the table standing behind Baelor as you glared at Daeron who looked around the home awkwardly.
"You said your name was Daemon Dayne," you suddenly declared, the edge in your voice clear as day.
"I lied," he admitted, as if you needed it.
You scoffed, shaking your head, "I caught onto that now thanks."
Baelor let out a sigh, trying his best to muster a kind smile, "Why are you here, Daeron?" he asked, plainly, but it did have the bite it would coming from you.
The younger nodded, "Right. Well. I was at Gram's and I saw Alyssa. She was just playing with her stuffed bear or whatever, and "I was like huh? Who is that?" Well, I did not think anything of it, and then I put the pieces together on who she was, " he answered, with a shrug.
The story did not sound like a full one, missing details, and you seemed to be ready to call that out as your voice immediately cut through the tense air, "How…" you trailed off for a second your eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Baelor watched you curiously trying to figure out where your train of thought was headed, "How did you know that was her? You've never met her. Why did you think Baelor's mum would have her I never met your family?"
He was silent for a moment, causing the elder man's attention to drift back toward him, awaiting his answer. You watched him closely, one that would send chills back toward most mens spines.
Daeron opened his mouth and closed it a few times before finally, "I saw a picture of you and Alyssa with Baelor and his boys," he admitted, as he looked away for only a minute trying to conceal the features on his face. You barked out a laugh as if you saw straight through him, shaking your head as you turned away from the table, shaking your head before facing them once more. "Gram wouldn't let me meet her, but I am her father—"
"Baelor is Alyssa's father," you said cutting him off. Both men turned toward you, "He has been here when you have been doing off doing Gods knows what for almost five years! You have no right to show up here, because you saw a picture of me and him, because other than you would not have even spared us a second thought!"
"That is not—" Daeron started, but did not get far.
"It is not your turn to talk," you continued cutting him off, "Alyssa is four and a half years old. I did not even start dating Baelor until she was three and half. That was almost four years for you to decide you made a mistake and seek us out, but you didn't."
Baelor stood, to you resting a hand on your shoulder trying to provide you a sense of comfort, but you did not turn toward him. Your burning gaze stayed locked on Daeron as you continued on, "He has been the one to be there for the last year, and actually give meaning to the word father. If you really want to be in her life you will put in the work, and not show up here on a whim, because you saw a picture of me and your uncle. Now I think you need to leave. My number is still the same if you want to see your daughter, but as you can see she is not here," you said, pointing towards the entry way that would lead him back outside.
Daeron stood, mouth open ready to argue, making his way toward you, but Baelor was immediately standing in front of you like a shield. He did not threaten the young man with violence or even yell at him to leave, but merely stared at him. Waiting, ready to prepare wherever this man turn.
He hesitated for only a moment longer, before letting out a scoff and making his way back toward the entrance he had walked through only moments ago for the first time in close to five years.
Baelor and yourself both stood in silence until the slamming door rattled the house, and then as if it had triggered something inside yourself, you let out a small sob, "I—I…." you trailed off running a hand down your face before looking up to him. Your face crumbled, "I am sure now that this is it?" you asked.
His face dropped at your words. "How could you think that?" he asked immediately making his way toward you.
You turned away as if you were ready to flee, or maybe bracing yourself for him to start running. "I just mean here is your chance to run. To step away from all of this before I am your wife. I am giving you an out," you replied.
An out? A chance to run? Oh, how that could not be even close to the first thing he wanted to do currently.
He wanted to hug you. To kiss away your tears, and to tell you that everything would be alright, because no matter the obstacle you would make it through it. Together.
He grabbed you gently turning you to face him, "I am not going anywhere," he promised, bringing your face into his hand. His thumbs moving to wipe your stray tear. He then ducked his head trying to meet your eyes. He needed you to know just how much he meant his words.
You looked a him a moment, tears streaming down your face, as your lips were turned down in a frown trembling slightly. Even now, you were beautiful to him. The most beautiful woman he had ever met. The one of his dreams. You both stared at the other in silence a moment letting everything around you fade to only the pair of you.
He pressed a kiss to each of your cheeks, then your nose, and finally your lips letting it linger for a moment, "I am not running away form this, from you, or Alyssa. You guys are my family. You are it for me. And I am never, ever stepping away from anything, no matter how chaotic it may get."
i don't care what the haters say, I will defend jaded wife forever. maekar will be happy with his new sweet Tyrell girl, jaded wife will be happy for him and baelor will have to grovel on his knees for the rest of their life. I support women rights AND their wrongs, free my girl she's innocent. 😌
(actually I'm terrified for what you have in store for them, as soon as I read Ashford in the chapters title I had war flashbacks. pls dont kill baelor, he's a mess but he's our mess he's trying his best)
I too support woman’s rights and wrongs despite baelor being bae 🤭 (it probably doesn’t help that I feel partial to every reader I write)
you don’t wanna know how many times canon ashford has crossed my mind while planning. I’m trying to fight the voices I swear
