#alpha maekar

[drrattt]

Ok have we thought of Omega!duncan being in a pack with multiple alphas but everytime he gets pregnant the sire always turns out to be Maekar.

[shamefullyhornywrites]

alpha Maeker takes one look at the massive omega dragging his three feral sons by the scruff of thier necks and falls in love

Prince Maeker was fit to burn the castle down if another servant got in his way. Three of his children three of his babies gone missing kidnapped

“We don’t know that brother”

But now word has been sent a commotion at the gates a group of peasants causing a fuss.

Maeker had pushed his way through intent on finding anything

And found the largest omega in the shittest rags he’s even seen

the omega had followed his sons right up to the gates prepared to leave but wouldn’t until their safety was confirmed

(Perhaps that would’ve been better for the omega, Dunk, with eyes that rivaled the sapphires on his late lady wife’s favorite bracelet an omega as pure and noble would not but dragons were so possessive of their treasure)

But the idiot guards thank the gods for those idiots wouldn’t let them through so Dunk stayed tried to reason with the knights while also cooling Aerions temper and consoling Aegons pride.

Lord Ashfords men taking issue with one of the delicate sex towering over them refused to recognize the blood of the dragon, his sons as true

there was a scuffle

Each servant tells it different some say the lowborn threw the first punch others that he merely reacted

But the end is always the same

Dunk the omega the lowborn the hedge knight if the teller is not too much of a religious fanatic

Trounced the fuck out of seven of Lord Ashfords guards.

Prince Maeker with his elder brother rush into the courtyard towards the end

He wishes to blame the run on his shortness of breath on his indecent gulping of air

Of the scent of hay and a fresh river spring of honesty and justice

The omega massive covered bruises and ripped cloth ieyes wide and alert.

The young man stands tall surveying the courtyard of battered men for more threats casting a large shadow that covers the newly arrived princes.

He feels a heat low in his belly a feeling he thought burned with his wife.

Maeker wonders almost absently before he is tackled by his sons with a joy they haven’t had for him in years even little Aegon had grown… colder with him.

He wonders if this is what his first ancestor felt eons before Westeros was even a blimp on the world standing in the shadow of something so much bigger than you and seeing a kinship you can’t explain.

Baelor is quick to entice everyone into Ashfords throne room, quick to welcome his sons savior

Even quicker to stand between his younger brother and the even younger omega male.

And Maeker realizes how loud his huffing has gotten the boys don’t notice now migrating back to the Dunk

All but hanging on the man. As they drag him passed the unconscious his brother mutters not dead men.

Maeker doesn’t care about some no name guards who dared stop his sons from coming back to him. In fact he should thank the omega for showcasing the stupidity of the reaches men

Get the male on his knees and make a true knight of him wrestle him lower on the ground because a man as big as that won’t be brought low by just going down on one knee no Maeker would have to lay the big bastard on a bed his bed just to get his cock-

It takes a subtle shift from Baelor shoulder to break Maekor out of his stupor, to realize he is growling at the omega, at an increasingly pale looking omega who alphas noticed the prince glaring him down

All of them eager to wash away the scum from the road and ordeals while they pulled a terrified omega with them.

Maeker's first thought is an astute one though not very helpful as his brother said when he brought it up later in front of the fire while they shared a drink when the nights raucous had died down.

Hes not even out of breath.

Fighting a group of trained men without armor or a sword without killing them and the blue eyed omega hadn’t faltered

“He wasn’t even out of breath, brother. My gods”

[asoiafomegaverse]

World needs more omega!Baelor. So he and Daemon are the same age, right, and Aerys and Rhaegel are already showing signs of being not particularly astute or capable heirs. Alpha or beta they’d still be the obvious choice of heir but are in no fit state to politically stand up to Daemon so Daeron and Myriah just… lie. Their newly presented son Baelor is an alpha, no one really thinks otherwise, he’s too strong and proud and all those alpha traits to be otherwise, he’s got a more alpha scent than most, it works as long as he’s isolated for his ‘rut’. Occasionally whispers get out, but it’s obviously Blackfyre propaganda, you’d be mad to think he’s an omega. Meanwhile it’s just one more thing for Baelor to keep hidden and controlled because he has to be perfect when he’s already fighting against the whispers his Dornish looks cause.

And Maekar, he loves his big brother, wants to be his omega, wants to bear his pups, the whole thing. He’s devastated when he starts presenting as an alpha, he’s vacillating between the Westerosi equivalent of searching ‘how do I bitch myself’ and ‘how do two alphas fuck’ but Daeron and Myriah are borderline sobbing in joy that their strong and competent fourth son is going to be an alpha. They didn’t want to go the incest route, Daeron especially, but thank the gods they can keep the secret in the family by keeping the sex in the family.

They barely keep it concealed long enough for Valarr and Matarys to be born by ‘Baelor attending to Maekar on Dragonstone (or Summerhall) through his difficult pregnancy’, but eventually the secret comes out after Redgrass. It’s a whole mess, but Daemon is dead and Baekar have heirs. Maybe Maekar becomes heir presumptive, maybe not, but he finally gets to indulge his alpha side by stuffing his big brother full of pups.

Several thoughts - this was funnnnn

Maekar going to Baelor like here’s how I can have your pups and Baelor’s response is “or you could just get me pregnant, maybe?”

Maekar is Baelor’s squire so he’s living on Dragonstone when he has his rut and Baelor’s more than happy to be sent into his younger brother’s room and offer him some comfort during his rut. It’s no trouble at all, his younger brother is strong and begs to very prettily when Baelor pushes him onto the bed. He’s obedient once Baelor gets his hands on him — his hands down his pants, his hands on his hips, his hands gripping his brother’s broad back while Maekar ruts desperately into him, his hand pulling Maekar’s hand to his throat and telling him to squeeze.

Maekar is wholly relaxed on Dragonstone. He can scent Baelor, he can cradle his growing belly, he can bring him rich meats and sweets and see him settled in a proper nest. One with silks and furs and Maekar’s dressing gown laid over the pillows for Baelor to bury his nose in. Baelor smiles more easily on Dragonstone — long toothed and sweet. His brother smells sweet now he’s pupped. He smells like good, cool milk mixed with a rare sugar, one not grown in Westeros.

Labor with the twins is hellish and not helped by Maekar stomping in and out of the room at will until Baelor orders him locked out. They fight about this when Baelor is recovered.

Redgrass field happens when Daeron (named by Maekar) and Valarr (named by Baelor) are toddlers. They have to burn Daemon with his eldest pups — twin twelve year olds. Bloodraven is badly injured and Shiera is desperately trying to tend him. Three of the Kingsguard are dead. A single victory won’t be enough to stop the rebellion. They have to ride south-west, pacifying the Reach and the Stormlands.

Baelor goes into heat in the Marches. He knows it’s coming three days in advance, his scent is stronger, his entire body itches, he’s not hungry and he wakes with his groin aching each morning. Maekar throws him on a horse and they ride like mad men to Summerhall. There’s no hiding this. Lord Dondarrion, Lord Lannister, fucking Lyonel Baratheon were in the war camp. This heat, this terrifying, awful, panicked heat makes Aerion.

Maekar is made Prince of Dragonstone roughly two years later. Finding out Daeron and Myriah lied about Baelor doesn’t exactly cool down the rebellion. Aerys has to be sent to the Citadel and Rhaegel needs to take Septon’s vows. The Penroses need to be paid off given they, um, thought Aelinor would get to be Queen now the secret’s out. The Arryns are also not exactly pleased.

Baelor remains Hand of the King. Maekar strongly supports this decision. His brother is the most capable person he knows, why shouldn’t he have the job? It doesn’t help lingering political tensions.

He develops the habit of doing paperwork during his labors. It helps him focus on something other than the pain.

They develop a routine — sex during the Small Council’s midday break. At night they’re both too tired. By dawn they’ve got a pup crawling over Baelor’s nest wanting them to wake up because they cannot find a septa capable of containing Aerion — or Daeron when he’s in a mood.

Maekar likes Baelor either on top of him or face down, clawing at the pillows, barely muffled moans filling the room. Baelor likes being on his back. He can watch Maekar’s face go slack with pleasure.

[fcb-lumirys]

Inspired by ✨this✨ precious post OP enlightened me to the possibilities that could open with Lyonel x Maekar that I'm so weirded out that no one is talking about their potential😞💔

✰ Advisable to read my Dunkaerion omegaverse AU since I will use the setting I already created to fit StormAnvil in it since it's easier for me🫡

Now I'll go a different route than OP with their idea (no shade<3) and I see the whole setting of the Targaryen showing up at Ashford with Baelor being incredibly calm as the oh so perfect alpha prince of the realm he is while his younger alpha brother Maekar is stressing over losing his kids (yes ik everyone prefers omega!Maekar and HammerAnvil but just hear me out for this one y'all💔), Maekar's desperation is evident to Baelor as to how he's growling and having every single snarky remark possible to anything said, and as is custom between them Baelor uses some words to let him know to calm tf down, which just makes Maekar pissy and sulk angrily in his seat.

From here it could go as usual in the show, after the encounter with Dunk, Maekar organizes a patrol to ride out and look for the boys himself, while going out of the encampments around Ashford, an irritating grating voice (to Maekar ofc) rings out a call for Maekar to wait for him, being none other than one of the heirs to Storm's End, Lyonel Baratheon, the most irritating omega Maekar had ever come across in his years, since Lyonel acted like everything BUT an omega.

(Now this is some simple filler lore based on stuff I've read about alleged past between HammerAnvil and Lyonel in canon and also how in the show i feel that Lyonel spoke to Baelor with an odd sense of familiarity beyond just him being a (lovingly) prick as usual)

He had always remembered in previous events, mostly tournaments, the members of the Baratheon line, and how the small sliver of Valyrian blood in them, was reflected on their house words, "Ours is the Fury" and furious they were to Maekar from the beginning, especially when he had learnt that alpha, betas, and omegas alike from the house, learnt the art of jousting and the sword, uncommon culture to see in such a world as Westeros where few houses were willing to lend omegas such freedom, he had learnt that as Lyonel Baratheon had challenged him to a joust, despite Maekar winning, the psychological torture of the omega being extremely annoying with his arrogance and flaunting during the whole thing made him always rage when he reminisces on the memory, something that Baelor liked to do when he wanted to be amused by how quick tempered his younger brother was

So cut to the present, where Maekar, despite his own wishes, begrudgingly waits for Lyonel to catch up to him on horse as their men escort them finally out of the encampments grounds of the tourney, Lyonel already relaying that he knows of the disappearance of the princes and wanted to help, at least that's the message Maekar gets since Lyonel insists on being annoying and downright flirtatious in his way of conveying his support and Maekar doesn't want any part of it, but dismissing Lyonel would only put his image as prince at stake so he must endure, something that Lyonel is unfortunately aware of.

The whole ride out to looking for his kids would be plagued with Lyonel filling in the silence of it, maybe laying off of his flamboyancy tendencies to instead be more appealing to Maekar, ultimately the one sided silence ends when Lyonel asks if there could be a reason for his sons to not have made it to the tourney, to which Maekar himself can't even say, knowing talking about Daeron's drunk tendencies is anything but advisable as well as Eggon's childish endeavors, Lyonel comprehending with Maekar's silence that there is definitely some family history that he wouldn't get the privilege to know but he has already deduced the answer and there is no need to say it aloud.

Now from here I have fewer ideas of how to fill up what could happen between them to start building tension as they look for the kids, but they return just before dark, as Lyonel is settled in his party tent, he's made aware of bustling happening outside a puppet show tent, only to witness Aerion breaking down with his sword the puppet Lyonel recognized they used to represent a dragon and now approaching the defenseless puppeteer girl, Lyonel knew Aerion was a omega but different, but unlike him in terms of uniqueness they could be defined by his 'alpha-like tendencies' of the art of swords, Aerion had a taste for being cruel and vile despite it going completely against what omegas normally were like, but before Lyonel, a high born lord, could step in, he saw the figure of the handsome huge hedge knight he had grown fond of in a few days, fly past him and strike the prince, a gutsy move even Lyonel would've hesitated to do, especially knowing the consequences.

We progress on to the discussion of the accusations, guided by my previously mention Dunkaerion AU, this time as said Lyonel stands as a witness to Dunk's claims against Prince Aerion, his sly tongue fervent to get the hedge knight his justice, but his exchange of words with the younger brother of the Hand of the King, Baelor senses a sort of tension between Lyonel and Maekar that he knew stemmed from something beyond Maekar being moody as always, yet the setting wouldn't allow him to enquire himself further into it ofc.

Cue the morning before the 1v1 trial where somehow Maekar and Lyonel are able to be alone before said event, Lyonel questioning Maekar's parenting of his children and if he had ever wondered why his kids seemed to be everything BUT like him?? i know they are blunt words to say to a prince but with Maekar that sort of reality check coming from just anyone would leave him stunted, but with Lyonel ofc it has more depth, he might act like an alpha to Maekar's ignorant perspective, but Lyonel was an omega at the end of the day, and a family one from what he had heard around, meaning that even with no kids to him name yet, Lyonel still probably seemed to know more about parenting than him, something his flamboyant personality had camouflaged from Maekar to see

Maybe I'll get more ideas to how to progress this but that's what I have for now<3 events that follow this but no relation to StormAnvil are in my Dunkaerion post!! any ideas, fics or works inspired by this piece id loved to be tagged in✨✨

[adurnarisa]

If anyone of you is interested in a one shot where Omega Dunk and Alpha Maekar get it on, I just posted a new fic on ao3

You can go there and check it out :D

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85821391

What happens when Dunk doesn’t make it to Ashford and presents as an Omega in the inn where he met Daeron and Egg? Or Maekar went to fetch his sons but also finds a huge omega in heat.

[drrattt]

Insperation has hit!

Modern Au AnvilHedge

Mrs Jenna Hills has the “luck” of allways ending up with Maekar Targaryens children in her homeroom. Since starting as an assistant teacher till now there has only been 4, blessed years, where she didn’t have at least one (Sevens nearly killed her with Daeron, Aerion and Aemon) Targaryen in her class.

With the homeroom being a mix of multiple years Jenna had never known true peace. The confiscation of drugs, alcohol, knives, shivs (a diffrence Aegon made sure to tell her of when she drew a parallel between the boy and his elder brother Aerion) and now what she is pretty sure is the wierdest but most disturbing thing of all; a box filled with multiple peoples hair, fingernails and what she’s pretty sure is blood in the bedazzled lunch box of one Miss Rhae Targaryen.

Theres a deep sigh Jenna prepares to have the rest of her day ruined as she waits for Mr Targaryen to come to meet her for a ‘discussion’.

On her best years when it was just sweet Aemon and Daella she only had to put up with the immovable wall that was Maekar Targaryen twice a year for parent/teacher evenings.

Unfortunately this was not a good year.

Hearing his heavy footsteps coming towards her door she could at least take solace in the extra strong coffee Maria had brought to her once she found out why she had to work overtime this evening.

Too lost in preparing for battle Jenna did not notice the second sound of footsteps, nor the soft but strong knock at the door.

A second too late Jenna opened her mouth to welcome Mr Targaryen in (since he didn’t usually give her the basic curtsey of knocking) Maekar Targaryen slammed open the door and strode through into her classroom like a general slamming open the barracks of the new recuits at dawn.

With a similar expression he looked around her classroom, sneer pulling itself onto his face.

She’d made the misktake early into her carear of letting Maekars good looks let him get away with being a pompus cunt; but after 10 years of his shit the glamour easily slides off.

Jenna realises there is a second person in the room only a moment later. Which is redicoulus because the man is so large he drawfs the size of any man she’d ever see.

Jenna instantly clocked he wasn’t from money. His looked visibly uncomfotable, nervous blue eyes glanced around the room, looking at all the unnecessary high state of the art technoilogy as well as the designer chairs and tables that filled a class of students whose weekly pocket money eclipsed her monthly salary.

She couldn’t help but feel a small sense of comradery. Probably a new worker at the school who’d been forced to show Maekar to her room, Even though she’s sure he could walk it blindfolded.

“Sit down for fucks sake” His ever demanding voice snapped through the air between Jenna and the Tall man. Already sitting Jenna had no idea what the hell he was talking about.

“Theres only one chair tho’. It’s for you most likely”

“I’m not that old, and you're too pregnant to be standing like that! I don’t give a shit if you've done this before, you could do it 100 times more and I’d still force you to take it easy and rest for once!"

Eyes moved down to the taller mans waist as Maekar coralled him into the seat.

Mothers Tits

His stomach sat heavy on him, the size of it looked like he was about to pop as he took sat down. He sighed from the relief of no longer standing up. Looking up at Maekar with a smile she’d only ever seen his late wife give him.

“Thank you Alpha"

It said with no connotations, just a simple, sweet statment of gratitude. However Jenna started to choke, at the exact same time that Maekars spoke, deep voice rumbling

“ You're welcome omega”

The pregnant omega looked at her worried as if Maekar Targaryen didn’t just find a new way to try kill her.

“ Apologise Mr…."

“Dunk! Sorry Mrs Hills, was rude of me to no-"

“Don’t call him Dunk (Don’t call yourself Dunk you fool!) He will be addressed as Mrs Targaryen"

“Duncan is fine. (It’s my name. What else am I supposed to answer???)"

The back and forth only went on for a while before Jenna cleared her throat. Duncan looked mortified that they’d forgotten about her, while Maekar looked annoyed she was there.

After the first inital moments the evening did not go on as she’d expected. Apart from the massive revelation that Mr Targaryen has managed to find another Wife after so long.

Duncan was a delight, obviously out of his depth but so earnest in his willingness to listen to her. She could have talked to him for hours, he listened easily and praised her for the work she was doing, saying she was obviously such a good teacher. ( Jenna may have started to tear up then.

Mr Targaryen clicked his fingers at her, demanding she get to the point of this meeting as they needed to go home and it. Said with a pointed look at Duncan’s stomach.

Finally Jenna brought up what Rhae had told her. The girl she had apparently been creating some kind of love potion black market at school. Which is why Jenna had found all of the…. contraband in her case.

(Fucking Shiera) Muttered a glowering Maekar.

All in all it was a productive discussion which didn’t leave her with a migraine. Most in part to Mr Targaryens new lovely young wife.

_________________________

10 years; she was given. Ten. Fucking. Years.

Honestly she should have expected it. The signs were there, Mr Targaryen had mentioned it wasn’t Duncans first pregnancy.

But seeing the oversized 12 year old glower at her with Maekars face. Jenna took a deep breath preparing to lose all of the youth she had gained from having a Targaryen free classroom.

Suprisingly, for all the trouble he looked Vaegon was a fantastic student. So were his siblings that followed, one year after the next.

A 4 years before them Jenna felt like she needed to slide her phone number to Duncan; just to make sure he was alright. 3 children in a row was a worrying amount. Especially when two of them were only 9 months apart.

She’d given Mr Targaryen the old stink eye.

And then they came.

The baby who she’d first seen Duncan pregnant turned out to be babies; four babies.

The four in her class who though smaller than their siblings (the size of regular teen children) and all omegas had taken all Targaryen madness of their full blood siblings and amplified it.

Head in hands Jenna groaned as a large coffee with what smelled like a lemon cake (her favoutie) were placed down infront of her.

“Thank you Mari-ah"

Looking terribley apologetic stood the looming figure of Duncan, large cardigan aiming to obscure his body, but his milky scent gave it away.

Fuck.

Not another one

[drrattt]

So one day I want to do an omegaverse fic where Cannibal comes back sooner and Daeron and Aegor try to claim them and nearly get killed and then Omega Rheagal just straight up claims them.

Then Daeron and Myriah are panicking because they need to get mated and married before Aegor tries to push himself on their son to ‘claim’ a dragon for the Blackfyres side.

They can’t have Baelor as he’s engaged and Rheagal could not cope with Queendom.

Aerys is out because he’s a beta who isn’t the best at coping when Rheagal is in one of his ‘moods’

It leaves Maekar.

Myriah is reluctant which Daeron chocks up to her inability to bond with Maekar by Myriah says it’s because she’s seen Maekar around one of her lady in waitings Dyanna and doesn’t want to take that choice away from him.

A surprising show of care for the son everyone knows she’s the most distant from.

At that point Baelor, Aerys and Maekar make themselves known

Daeron scolds his sons for listening into their private conversation.

Maekar says he will marry Rheagal. Everyone (including his brothers) just stare at him befuddled.

Makear is looking at his mother with an expression shes never seen on him since he was a child.

In absolute awe.

Myriah tells him that he doesn’t have to do this but Maekar says its ok. Though he is intrested in Dyanna and it could become love (it already has for Maekar) he will not let his brother be foced to mate a bastard who will treat him wrong.

So Rhaegal and Maekar marry getting summerhold to take as their residance.

Dornish aren’t that stressed cause their Myriahs boys. Stormland isn’t the happiest.

Daeron and Aerion are born.

Rhaegal did 5 hours after their births take themo outside to meet Cannibal and then took them flying. Myriah and Maekar nearly died and told him not to do that again but he does it will all his children.

When the rebellion does happen there is an argument over having Rhaegal fight with Cannibal.

Maekar refuses because he knows how much that would fuck up Rhaegal.

Except Rhaegal has already gone.

He goes straight to Daemon and is asks him not to do this as so many will die.

Aegors annoyed because they can’t even keep him hostage because that giant fucking dragon is watching their every move.

Daemon says its happening and nothing can be done to stop it. He will not bend and give over his right to his bastard brother; King Daeron.

He tells Rhaegal he will give him this one chance to leave unharmed and if he gets his father to bow he and his children will not lose their heads.

Upset Rhaegal goes to leave but as they take off a bolt hits Cannibal cause Aegor and the others aren’t going to let the Tagaryens keep an dragon. Better it die than be used against them.

Unfortunately Rheagal and Cannibal have a very wierd mind meldy relationship so with a mixure of his own upset and anger and Cannibals rage, the Blackfyre strong hold is burned. Killing Aegor, Daemon and all of Daemons children.

It isn’t till Rheagal is back in Kingslanding that the weight of what he did hits him.

He is a Kinslayer.

And a deep dark part of him doesn’t care.

They would have killed your children, your brothers, mother and father. How many would have died in that war? How many raped and plundered civilians would have been left in the wake?

Still Rhaegal is catatonic.

Brynden already knows whats happened and informs the King and war council (Baelor and Maegor included).

There is relief with an under tone of fear that the battle is won before it even began. But there is now a deeper uncomfortable respect for King Daeron and his kin. The reminder of a dragons destrucion and Rheagal with his simpleness comanding the oldest and only living dragon.

[asoiafomegaverse]

Baelor would be the chillest pregnant person ever. I think he’s generally good at sitting in silence while who ever he’s talking to squirms. This does not work on Maekar — a glare does though. Baelor is willing to throw Maekar out of his nest for fighting with him publicly. He’s willing to growl at him in private or bat his brother’s hand away from his neck when Maekar’s trying to squeeze his bonding gland — it’s supposed to a comfort but not when it’s being done by a brat. So Maekar minds his tongue.