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I like the idea of Baelor Targaryen, perfect prince and heir that he is, crashing out because the one thing he wanted more than anything he can't have.
Prince Baelor has just turned 21, and he's been holding off on marriages. When he was younger, it wasn't that big of a deal. It's not unusual for the heir to marry later in life (In canon, Willas Tyrell was unmarried and in his late 20s/early 30s in ASOIAF, and Prince Rhaegar Targaryen was also 20 when he married Elia Martell). No one thinks anything of it until he turns 20, and he doesn't even glance at another omega. The one omega he does look at, however, is his brother.
Maekar is finally on cusp of his heat, hips are widening, nipples swelling, and his scent is pure sex. (Baelor may be the only one who thinks this way since no one else notices these changes, and the maester says it's too soon to tell, but Baelor fucking knows. Maekar's getting wetter every time Baelor touches him, his tits are filling up his mouth more, he has an easier time gripping Maekar's once tiny hips). Baelor hasn't gone too far. Little touches, kisses late at night, his mouth tasting every part of his body his eyes could see. Baelor has made it clear to his sweetling that upon Maekar's first heat, Baelor's cock will be inside him, filling up his fertile little womb with Baelor's child.
Then, one day, and Baelor comes into his father's study. He is prepared to say his whole spiel about how everything can wait a little bit longer. He doesn't see any offers that are appealing, the dowrys are too low, etc. but Daeron says he's not here about Baelor's prospects. He's here about Maekar's.
The maester says that their most recent check up, Maekar is showing signs of his heat. Baelor tries not to look too excited, but he pretends to be composed as he asks about Maekar's suitors, and then his ceremony, and casually drops in that he may be a prospect.
And Daeron. shuts. that. shit. down.
Daeron refuses to entertain their old custom of incest, even if Baelor and Maekar are compatible. He thinks the practices are harmful and disgusting and there is no need to keep the blood "pure."
Baelor pretends he is joking, but inside he is fucking livid. He is so close to having his brother. He has sacrificed his entire life to preserving the crown and his reputation, he practices more than any other alpha, he does his studies until the morning, he's never had a scandal, never stuff his dick where it would come back to haunt him, and now he can't have the one fucking thing he's always wanted? Infuriating.
What's worst is that Daeron is asking him to look over the prospects for good matches. Baelor agrees like the good son he is. As soon as he is in his room, Baelor is throwing those papers into the fire.
He continues to be the good son, but he gets even closer to Maekar. He doesn't let it be known tha Daeron doesn't approve. Instead, he makes it clear he's more serious than ever, staking his claim whenever they're in front of others. (imagine that the person in the gif's arms is Maekar). He hugs him, scents him, is far more affectionate, especially when another alpha is present.
Maekar is loving the attention. He's the youngest of four boys, and he's not even the eldest omega. That's Rhaegal. Baelor has always made him feel like the most precious thing in the world, but now he's treating him like his omega. He feeds him when they sit next to each other, he escorts him everywhere. He can smell Baelor more than he can smell his own scent.
Unfortunately, Baelor's behavior does not go unnoticed.
He gets lectured by by his sire, Maron Martell, who tell him that he needs to obey the crown and their decision. He is sympathetic, and Maron makes a comment about their cursed blood causing these feelings. However, Daeron has forbidden it and he supports it for best of them. Baelor is considering letting go.
Until Maron says the worst thing. "We will make sure we find a good alpha for him."
And finally, Baelor loses his shit.
He crashes out in his room, because he would've been the best choice for Maekar.
And that Targaryen madness runs strong because Baelor decides he's not letting him go. He doesn't care if he disobeys the crown. He doesn't care if he has to lock Maekar up and pump him full of bastards. He's not letting him go.
During a banquet for something unrelated, Baelor has a conversation with Daeron. Daeron says he knows his father talked to him, and Baelor gives the "proper response" about how he knows his duty and he apologizes for any concern. He plays the part of the perfect prince, gives a speech to the lords and ladies, and is the center of admiration. His fathers are proud of him.
Maekar is looking at him with hearts in his eyes. His skin is hot when they touch. He looks a little sick. Normal for a preheat, but Baelor knows exactly what he needs to do. They dance, and that night, Baelor tells him to meet him in his room. "Use the passageways I taught you."
Maekar is all flushed. Baelor goes to their dad, and says that he thinks Maekar is in preheat. Daeron is surprised, but discreetly acts. He has his omega servants usher him away, and Maekar leaves his sight. Soon, there are several guards outside his door. He'll probably enter his heat either tonight or tomorrow. It didn't matter for Baelor.
That night, Maekar does as he was ordered to do. He enters Baelor's room, all hot and flushed and about to go into his heat. Baelor feels his rut coming. His cock is already rock hard as he tells his sweetling to lie down and trust his big brother as he fills up Maekar’s tiny cunt.
(Baelor would later ask the maids to leave the sheets and just bring in new ones. He wanted to preserve a momento Maekar's maiden head.)
