#and maekar

[messer-von]

I KNEW that AKOTSK hell would have claimed my soul.

I am, indeed, a weak soul for a big silly and his old man with a bitchy attitude.

[spear-shadow]

Breakspear's Shadow

Chapter 1

Summary: During the Trial of Seven, a sudden premonition allows Baelor to dodge the killing blow meant for his head. His survival set things in motion that would change the course of history. What was meant for the distant future is unfolding in the present, and Baelor finds himself face to face with a creature from the past. or The one where Baelor survives Ashford but ends up claiming the Cannibal. Chaos ensues. AN: A little late posting it here but anyway...had a stupid thought that took up a lot of brain space soooo...this. lol. 8 chapters are already out in Ao3. Will post again on next update unless you guys want me to post it full in here separately.

If there was one thing Baelor thought at the moment, it was that the gods must have a twisted sense of humor. Or perhaps they were just bored and had all decided he was to be their personal source of entertainment.

Because, truly...truly, how else could one explain the presence of the monstrous beast standing in front of him?

Baelor stared at the creature, his mind momentarily refusing to process the sheer absurdity and impossibility of what he was seeing.

He must be dreaming—yes, that must be it.

Wait, no. Not a dream, but a nightmare.

Yes, that's right. He must be having a nightmare, and at any moment now, he would wake up in his chambers at Dragonstone, or perhaps in the Red Keep, with the familiar, comforting scent of old parchment and the steady warmth of a hearth. He would breathe a sigh of relief, rub the sleep from his eyes, and chuckle at how vividly his mind could conjure such impossible madness.

​But the sharp, stinging smell of smoke and sulfur filling his nostrils felt entirely too real.

And that blistering heat radiating from the beast's scales was real, too.

It wafted over him in suffocating waves, drying his soaked riding leathers and forcing him to face an agonizing truth.

He was wide awake.

He had stared down rebellious lords. He had won a war started by said rebellious lords. He had navigated the treacherous, viper-filled pits of King's Landing without losing his head. Yet, at this very moment, the heavens had decided that surviving a war and managing a realm as demanding as the Seven Kingdoms wasn't quite enough of a challenge.

No. They needed to drag a different kind of hell into his life.

Except…it was the literal embodiment of hell itself, capable of spewing flames hot enough to turn him to ash before he could even utter a single bloody word.

Seven hells, Baelor swore in his mind, nearly laughing at the bitter irony of the words. Because Seven fucking hells, indeed.

The beast shifted, its massive talons scraping against stone and the ground beneath his boots groaned in protest.

His breath hitched, and every instinct, honed by years of training and experience, of war and survival, screamed at him to run. To turn on his heel, abandon whatever shred of pride and dignity he possessed, and bolt to gods know where. But his boots felt as though they had been nailed to the ground. His legs, it seemed, had entirely forgotten how to work.

Baelor released a slow, shuddering breath, trying and failing to stop the trembling in his hands.

But who could blame him, really?

And where would he run, exactly?

Against a nightmare forged of fire and shadow.

No man could ever outrun such a beast.

He was going to die. Read full chapter on Ao3

[blaziken-fanatic]

Dragon Dunk!!

i love him

This is partially inspired by "i hold with those who favor fire" on Ao3

[dana-del-fay]

Maekar: Well, well. If it isn't my brother and his favorite knight making all this clanking noise.

Baelor: Maekar, let me explain.

Maekar: What do you think you are doing?! You're scaring my servants. You've been clanking around Summerhall like mad!

Baelor: Well, the point of the matter is, Ser Duncan likes jogging. And I thought I might as well join him.

Maekar: And both of you are doing it in your armor. Seriously, Baelor, do you have any idea how you look? To say nothing of the racket you make.

Baelor: Ah, Maekar, don't be a pain in the ass. I feel like I'm young again.

Maekar: Carry on like this and people will begin to call you senile.

Baelor: Don't be such a bore. Come to think of it, why don't you join us?

Maekar: We'll look like three madmen.

Baelor: Well, the more the merrier!

[morguepronouncedmorgan]

Every day I am reminded that I didn't choose the daddy issues, the daddy issues chose me 😔

[samwpmarleau]

do you ever cry because baelor breakspear

[ineffablelara]

Man there's so many things I want to write about, both here and in fics but I simply can't, sometimes it feels like my brain is fried when it comes to writing, maybe this got something to do with how overwhelming it was for me to finish my final paper last semester? Probably, but I want to go back to writing again 😔