Someone said is always the quiet ones and that Baelor is a freak.I couldn't agree more cause not only he's a targaryen and have the blood of the dragon(I always thought that targaryen genetics give them a high sexual drive),he's half dornish! We know dornish people are the freakiest in all westeros,there's no stigma on women being sexual beings and enjoying sex just like men,so that's why I particularly think Baelor is an excellent lover,he likes to see their lovers having fun,I think he gets off on the fact that he can make them cum several times,squirm,beg him to stop(he doesn't 😈)...I'm thinking that in his youth if he visited dorne he and maekar might have had LOTS of fun down there (pun intended lol). I also think he knows the effect his voice can have too...
Actually,I'm gonna make this a request, can you write something based on what I just wrote please 🥺 (baelor x young wife reader) or just yap about it,I like when you discuss this ideas with us 😅
And sorry if I wrote anything wrong,english is not my first language.
(literally just gonna start with another apology, because I am so so sorry that it has taken me forever to get to this! Also, please never worry about getting your english wrong on this page! English is not my first language either and I know it can be so hard to be bilingual sometimes so plsss never worry about that on my blog!)
I couldn't decide if I wanted to write a fic or yap, but I'm feeling yappy right now so I thought I would do a little yap/deep dive into my characterisation of Baelor with my reader characters and their sex lives and just sort of how I see Baelor from a sexual perspective.
I think Baelor is definitely very self-assured, which also translates into self-confidence in the bedroom. He does not second guess the things he does, and his aim with sex is always pleasure. As long as both him and his partner are having fun and feeling satisfied, then that is all that matters.
That being said, Baelor is def a dom. Like he is giving orders in the bedroom, or he is on top, or even if he's not on top, he's still giving orders when he is being ridden.
He's just an innate leader, it's in his bones, and he has grown up with authority in the palm of his hand, so he expects it in all aspects of his life, so I do not think it would be any different in the bedroom.
He is definitely an experienced lover. He gives me the vibes of someone who def had his fun when he was younger, and he never had issues finding a willing partner because he's handsome and confident and that's more than enough for a lot of people (AKA me...)
I don't know if I would describe him as very "free" because even though he is Dornish, he is also the crown prince of the seven kingdoms and hand of the king, and that comes with a certain amount of restraint, particularly a restraint built into your personality. So, I think in his youth he would have been a lot more free, but the Baelor we see in AKOTSK has grown a lot since then, has a lot more restraint, and I think younger Baelor is a very different person to DILF!Baelor.
I def think he's a munch. He will happily go down on reader, no questions asked, and I think he has a very methodical approach to it. Like he knows what makes reader feel good, and he is sticking to those things to make sure you always feel good in that scenario.
I def see him happy with pretty much any position for sex. Like he probably prefers simplicity because he cannot be putting too much thought into another thing in his life, especially a thing that is supposed to be fun and easy, but he's not very picky. Like, top 3 positions for him are missionary, doggy style/bent over, and reader riding him. He's a simple man.
If Baelor has time though, like let's say he's on vacay to Dorne or Summerhall or wherever a Targaryen goes for a vacay in Westeros, he is going multiple rounds. It's a little slow because he gives time to recover between rounds, but him and reader are spending hours in bed doing the deed in every position, just feeling each other and feeling the pleasure.
I think it probably subsided a little as he got older, but I def think he took/takes pride in seeing his lover very invested in sex with him, and very tired out and satisfied after sex with him.
Ok, I'll address the different readers I have paired him with so far and what I think their sex lives are like, because I would def characterise the situations a little differently for each of them.
Wife!reader from The Joust and Baelor are soft and sweet. She is not very experienced or confident, so he takes the reigns with everything. He initiates mostly (it's rare that she initiates but she's always happy to have him initiate) and then he's usually the one on top. I think they would just be quite slow and vanilla and enjoy it that way.
TMM!Baelor and Reader from The Marriage Mart are mostly classic as well. I think they have really intense and loving sex, like full-on eye contact as they moan into each other's mouths type shit. Again, she is very inexperienced and relies on him for a lot of guidance, so it is a lot of missionary. BUT for TMM!reader, I see her gaining a lot of confidence with Baelor. He hypes her up and she feels so safe and comfortable with him that I can def see her gaining confidence in the bedroom too. She rides him and lets him go down on her but I don't see much past that.
Ok, now is where it starts to get more intense. My niece!readers from these fics:
On My Knees, Begging Please (Baelor x Niece!reader)
On My Knees, Moaning Please (Baelor x Niece!reader P2)
Sorely Mistaken (Baelor x Niece!reader)
The Unrelenting Shadow (Baelor x Niece!reader)
Her and Baelor are getting friskyyyy. Niece!reader from on my knees is already playing with fire with Baelor. He loves seeing her on her knees, and she's promiscuous and confident enough to want to get dirty with him. They're being risky and having sex in his study all the time, going down on each other all the time, getting rough and rowdy. On My Knees!reader is also inexperienced (I try to have my reader be accurate to that era and I just always think of Daphne Bridgerton not knowing anything - ik she's not that era but still) but she's confident in herself and very willing to do whatever Baelor wants. I def see some spanking going on over there...
Sorely Mistaken!reader and Baelor are also getting nasty, but I think it's in a more fun and playful way. They're having giggly sex and just being all over each other, and maybe there's intense eye contact, but I don't necessarily see them getting toooo kinky (other than the incest lol...)
And finallyyyyy, my fav two freaks: D-I-L!reader and Baelor from Patience Testing (Baelor x Reader). These two menaces are down and dirty, and usually it's her fault.
I mean, what don't I see with them? I def think there's spanking, like Baelor putting her over his lap and smacking her ass to hell. I see a lil bit of choking, like hand on her throat as he fucks her over the desk and so on. I think I mentioned it in the fic itself but she is sucking his fingers like she's a dog with a chew toy. I def think they are being riskyyyy as well. Fucking in his study, in alcoves in hallways, a balcony at night??? the gardens at midday???
Like I can just imagine him pulling her into an alcove, slips the front of her dress up so he can have access, and just fingers her right there in the middle of the day, no questions asked.
I mean, there's a lot these two freaks would do. He's just obsessed with her and wants her in every way, and she's obsessed with him and wants him in every way. It's a not-match made in heaven.
I hope you enjoyed this deep-dive into all my Baelors because I certainly enjoyed yapping lollll! Thank you for sending in this ask!
I was wondering how the dynamic would be of baelor & maekar with a younger bratty reader as in both at the same time !!!!
Maekar would definitely be rolling his eyes when baelor is being patient and indulging her 😭 (maekar grumpy cat agenda I love him sm)
Oh my goshhhh YES. I love this ask. And you are already 100% correct!!!
Baelor always takes the patience and kindness route. When younger bratty reader is being difficult, he doesn't indulge her, he just politely sits and waits, asks her kindly what is bothering her, why she is behaving like that, what he can do to help her, and just the gentle parenting route really.
Maekar is having NONE OF IT. His go to is just to tell her to shut up and listen to him, and if she keeps mouthing off or being bratty, then best believe she is being bent over...
I'm just imagining a scene where she's just been huffing and puffing, complaining about something and not listening to either of them. But Baelor with his endless patience just goes over to her, pulls her into his lap and talks to her sweetly. Maekar is just absolutely rolling his eyes and groaning about how Baelor "spoils" her and lets her attitude run free. Baelor just gives him a look to hush but that does not work. And reader, sitting there on Baelor's lap, feeling like an absolute princess, is smirking and sticking her tongue out at Maekar because haha he can't do anything when Baelor is being sweet to her.
I also see a scene where she's being particularly bratty, and Baelor knows it's not for a good reason, so he just steps back and lets Maekar handle it. She gives him puppy eyes, trying to convince him to come and be sweet to her, but he just shakes his head and shrugs and let's Maekar have at it.
And Maekar is soooo happy to have that opportunity. He's smirking to himself, telling her to be mouthy now, to see where that gets her, and she's like shiiiiit, I should not have done this (but also like yesss, exactly what I wanted ;)).
If we're going to get spicy with it, then I def see him spanking her, like he's going back to old school 1950s parenting type tactics where she is bent over his lap and counting. Or I see him just teasing her endlessly, and edging her until she is literally crying and begging and saying sorry.
But yeahhhhh it's getting hot in here and they are taking off all their clothes...
I have a Baelor x younger sister!reader x Maekar I'm writing where reader is a little spoilt/bratty so I am def including this type of dynamic in it!
I was thinking about them having children and thinking about the reader in every pregnancy. Can you write about how was it like for her the four times? I bet she was anxious with the boy,it was her first pregnancy after all,but Baelor was there to reassure her. Also,I think he would totally spoil her and take more time off work to be with her whenever he could. He would say how good (and hot) she looks while she's pregnant, I think he's the type of man who likes to see his wife with those pregnancy curves. She's like "I look fat" and Baelor is like "who look delicious 😪"...and speaking of him eye fucking her pregnant self,when she's about to give birth the maesters always say "Now you need to rest" implying: no sex. But,huh,they never listen,meaning she never listen because I think pregnancy would make her extremely horny. So yeah let's say they sometimes ended up indulging the labor because they were having some fun after reader convinced Baelor it was ok 👀. AND I think Baelor would be like,to hell with traditions, whenever reader is on labor,he's right there by her side. She swears worst them a sailor(Baelor was shocked AND amused at how many creative names his wife conjured during their son's labor. The women who help on the labor were totally scandalized 🤭) tells him she hates him,he did this to her,she will never do it again,and Baelor is there like "yes my love I know,it's my fault,yes,breath,you're doing amazing,you're so brave" and she's like "I want to kill you!" But after the baby is born she reverts to her normal self and is a little embarrassed at how she acted.
I will NEVER be tired of TMM asks! I'm so happy people are so passionate about it and always have something to say!
Ok, so you captured so much good stuff in this and I am def including that here!
Ok, so, I definitely think she is nervous when she has her first baby because who wouldn't be?? I have never been pregnant, I have no idea what it's like other than what I've heard other people say, but I just know I will be so nervous and excited and terrified (but still excited) whenever I do get pregnant as I definitely want children. So I'm kind of applying this principle to reader.
Her first pregnancy is such wonderful news! Baelor is so happy and he's even happier because she is absolutely beaming when she tells him, so they are just in this lovely little bubble of love.
Before she starts showing, I think everything remains normal. They have a lot of moments at night where they will lay together, both their hands on her belly as they think about their child, discuss names and clothes and futures with their little baby. Or they will walk together or just spend time together and the baby will always be the biggest topic of conversation.
Then, as she starts showing and her body is changing, she gets a little insecure at first. Baelor hugs her and kisses her and they start getting hot and heavy but she pauses when he unlaces her dress and they sit and talk about it. He tells her that he thinks her more beautiful in this state, and he would love her in any way. He def says something along the lines of how his love is not dependent on her physical state because he loves her for her heart and mind (and then he'll add a cheeky little statement in about how it helps that she's so beautiful).
And I definitely see Baelor as being attracted to her as a visibly pregnant lady. He loves knowing that she is carrying his child, that she is growing this beautiful little thing that they both created. And he just loves the fact that her body is naturally preparing itself to be in the best shape to nurture and love their baby, and how could he not be attracted to that?
I definitely see a scenario like this:
"I look as though I am hiding a watermelon under my skin," you grumbled, hands pressing to it over your thin chemise, arms and legs bare. You were feeling particularly warm this evening and were waddling about your shared chambers in just that thin piece of fabric. How could you not expect Baelor to be absolutely undone at the sight?
"And you have made that look incredibly attractive," Baelor said with a little smile, coming over to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your front, bending to kiss the side of your face a little. You harrumphed but smiled, grasping his arms and dropping your head to kiss his hands.
"You truly find me acceptable in this state?" You asked, your voice small, timid, unsure. All things he never wished it to be in his presence. Baelor began kissing down your neck, your head automatically moving to the side to give him more pace.
"I find you... absolutely irresistible in this state," he whispered, his lips just brushing your skin as he spoke. "I find you... absolutely, incredibly, beautiful in this state." And he kissed the sensitive skin again, smirking a little as he felt you tremble in his grasp, your hands tightening on his arms. "And I must get you into the bed now or I may never find rest again." You sighed, long and high and open-mouthed, and he twisted you around and kissed you hurriedly on the mouth...
After their wedding night, her and Baelor are like two bunnies. They go at it like there's no tomorrow, and that is not stopping during the pregnancy. I think it changes a lot because they need to get used to doing different positions for both of their comfort, and her sex drive changes a lot because sometimes she wants to have a lot of sex all the time, and then other times she does not want him touching her more than holding her hand.
I would say it's not Baelor breaking tradition necessarily, just that she wants him to be there. It's her first pregnancy, she's scared, and when she goes into labour, she's even more terrified. She's also still young, like I'm imagining early to mid 20s, so she's still really young to be going through something so intense. And the person she trusts most in the world, the one she cares most about, and the only one she wants to seek comfort from is Baelor. So as soon as her labours start, she holds his hand and begs him to stay because she's scared, and he will never deny her anything, especially this.
I also think there was a certain level of fear around the childbirth because obviously so many women died in that time from it. While she was healthy and there was never any cause for concern otherwise, you never know what might happen, so her and Baelor want to be together for this, just in case...
And omg I was laughing so hard at that end bit because I soooo see it. She doesn't even know she knew that many curse words and Baelor didn't know either!!! But with each contraction she is just absolutely swearing like a sailor, cursing out everyone and everything and the ladies who are helping are just sat there, mouths open in shock, not knowing how the fuck to handle it...
And you are definitely getting angry at Baelor, and he is just being kind and smiling and taking it from you.
"It is your fault!" You scream, holding his hand so tight it goes pale, the other hand clenched into a pillow as the contraction rips through you. "You have done this to me you horrible man!"
"Yes, I know my darling," he soothes, kissing the back of your hand despite the pain his own is going through.
"You will never be allowed to touch me again! You will never fucking come near me again! You will never- aaaa!"
And he just has to nod and agree and help the ladies guide your breathing and positioning.
"You are the fucking worst Baelor Targaryen! I will never do this ever fucking again! This bastarding bed and this fucking room will never see me in such a fucking state again, absolutely fucking-"
Safe to say, no one has ever heard a lady use the f-word that many times...
And once the baby is born and you've rested a little and the three of you are alone again, you shyly smile up at Baelor as he caresses your head and looks between you and the child.
"I am sorry," you whisper, kissing his hand when he caresses your cheek, "I do not think you are the worst."
Baelor just smirks, chuckling softly and shaking his head, bending down and kissing your hair and then your forehead.
"Do not be sorry," he whispered, "it was rather entertaining. I do not think I have ever seen Septas so scandalised. Nor did I realise my darling had such a vocabulary at her disposal."
"I also did not realise I knew half those words," you answered sheepishly, smiling up at him as he nudged your nose with his own and kissed you softly.
The first time you guys have sex after the baby is born, he is definitely making a joke about how you said you would never let him touch you again, and you are just hiding your face in his neck or chest because you were hoping he had forgotten that...
(I'm too young but I want to give this fictional old man a baby sooooo bad...)
Do those daughters in law know of what the other is doing with they're father in law??
Ok this is suuuuuch a good ask because it inspired me to write a scene for them similar to the one with Baelor and Maekar, lmaoooo.
This was a lot harder to write without names, so I just picked PT!reader as the POV for it just so I can keep track 😭
You smiled brightly as your cousin-in-law (is that even a thing?) breezed in to the room with rushed hellos.
"Good morrow! Good morrow! My apologies for being delayed, truly! Father was being far too mean again and I could not let it go," she grumbled, throwing herself down in the seat across from you before sighing, shaking her head, and reaching for her teacup.
You giggled, shaking your head as well and pouring tea for her. She smiled in thanks and took a long sip, nodding with satisfaction.
"What's happened now then?" You asked softly, nudging the lemon cakes in her direction.
"Ugh, he can be so demanding and mean sometimes. I only asked for a new dress because my red velvet one was becoming far too raggedy, and he said it was a stupid request because the red one had only been made last month! Just because it was made last month does not mean it is not raggedy!" She huffed, face pulled into a petulant pout, and you could not help but to giggle again.
"Though I would never agree with Uncle Maekar usually, he may be right on this occasion, darling," you told her, smirking as she glared at you.
She, of course, did not mention that the reason she was so late was because she had needed to run back to her chambers to wash up after Maekar had bent her over his desk in anger, spanked her until her bottom was red, then fucked her on his fingers until she was on the verge of cumming before pulling away and sending her off. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat at the pressure on her arse.
"What about you, dear?" She asked happily when all pretence of her anger was gone. "How has your morning been?"
"It has been lovely, thank you," and you smiled brightly, sighing with joy, because it had been. You had woken up lazy and languid in Baelor's bed, had kissed him awake and had him ravish you before the sun was fully up. You had pestered him a little to agree to a walk in the gardens in the evening, and when he had gripped you firmly on the behind and sent you on your way, you had managed to sneak in one final firm kiss against his mouth. Of course, you did not say any of this either. "I breakfasted with Father, it was very sweet."
She smirked and watched you, chewing on her lip as she traced her eyes down your neck. You shifted awkwardly in your seat and resisted the urge to hide your neck and chest behind your hands. Surely Baelor had not left any visible marks. He was always so careful...
But you paused then and watched her in return, the messy quality to her hair and the red splotches at her neckline, and now it was your turn to smirk. Because while neither of you said anything, both of you knew the other had far more secrets up her sleeve than she let on.
"Do you know?" She asked, her smirk turning quizzical as she tilted her head and looked at you with knitted brows.
"Know what?" You answered innocently, shrugging as if you were completely unaware but with a glint in your eye that belied much.
"That the older men of this family are far more voracious than they wish to let on!" She told you with a giggle, dropping all pretence as she burst into laughter. You gasped, slapping your hand to your mouth as your own laughter convulsed through you.
Both of you laughed maniacally until the tears poured from your eyes and you were forced to stop lest your ribs cave in. You took deep breaths and pressed a hand to your face for a moment before forcing yourself to take a sip of tea.
"Really?" You finally asked, eyes a little wide and incredulous, "Uncle Maekar?"
"Oh, darling, if only you knew! Why do you think I put so much effort into evoking his ire?" Her smile was evil, and you took great pleasure in knowing that someone was able to benefit from Uncle Maekar's grumpy attitude.
"Uncle Baelor we must discuss! You mean to tell me the great and honourable Crown Prince cannot resist a tryst?" She teased maliciously but you only smiled softly, thinking of him in bed with you that morning, caressing your face and whispering about what a good little maiden you were for him...
"You prefer to evoke ire in your Father, I prefer to thank mine for his services to the realm," you answered simply, sipping from your tea.
"Oh of course," she turned mockingly serious, nodding as if what you said held the utmost importance. But then both of you were smiling again and giggling like young girls and you could not help yourselves but to speak straight.
"I expect he fucks the way he fights, Father, I mean," she broke out in thought, ignoring your gasp at her language, her cheeks hurting from her smile. "It always leaves me quite bruised and breathless."
You stared at her with wide eyes as her own gained a dazed quality, as if she was thinking of some memory where that exact thing had happened.
"Baelor prefers to be gentler with me," you sighed, loving and soft. "He is firm, of course, always in control, but... soft."
Both of you sighed, gazes off in the distance, lost to your own memories. Then the door slowly opened, Baelor and Maekar walking in, not having realised the two of you had taken over this particular sitting room for your afternoon tea. Both of them raised their eyebrows as they spotted you, comfortably slumped in your seats.
"Hello Father," both of you greeted, giggling at each other when you realised how synchronised it was. Both of them paused just inside the door, eyes going to their respective daughter in laws.
"Girls," Baelor greeted politely, moving to go stand behind your seat. He bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head, pretending that was a completely normal action to perform.
Maekar simply grunted, moving to stand behind his daughter in law and dropping a hand on her shoulder. She reached up and touched it gently for a moment before returning to grip her tea cup. The two girls looked at each other and began to giggle again, glancing at the two men then back to each other.
"What are you two giggling about?" Maekar grunted, glaring between you, but both of you just giggled again.
"Nothing, Father," she laughed, patting the hand on her shoulder. "Absolutely nothing."
i know word spreads about marriage mart baelor and reader SOOO quick throughout the realm….
they literally call it true love, fairy tale love, they write songs about them
THE hammer of the blackfyre rebellion, the CROWN PRINCE, the goodest man of the entire realm is SO irrevocably and absolutely in love with his young wife that even the umbers and karstarks of the far north hear about it
When Baelor is crowned king (nothing bad happens ever, rip daeron ii tho or maybe not maybe he retires) he takes his fathers crown and has a matching tiara commissioned for you, that he crowns you with himself
And although it is his coronation he parades you like you are the greatest treasure in the world, holding your hand while you two ride in a carriage through the streets of kings landing, his hand on your thigh when you feast in the great hall, his toasts to his love long and passionate
becoming the closest of friends with kiera when valarr brings her to court because you are the same age and it makes baelor self conscious about your union only for a second before you grab his hand and tell kiera how thankful you are that fate brought you to valarrs search for a wife because it led you to find the love of your life and baelor becomes putty in your hands
i know he’s also always at your side when he can. you take baths together, his arms wrapped around you or better yet, yours wrapped around HIM, washing his hair and beard, oiling him with scents and genuinely not wanting his skin not to touch yours for even a moment
(ive lost the plot)
(i love him so much)
It is literally the entire talk of the town, no joke. Like EVERYONE is invested in prince baelor's story bc what do you meannnn the crown prince is getting married again when 1) valarr is supposed to be getting married, and 2) there was literally zero whispers about it before it even happened???
Also, there aare def songs being written, no one can see even a glimpse of them and not want to write a love song about that shit.
(I love that you're name dropping the northern houses like damnnnn it's rlly that serious 😆)
And omgggg not the matching tiara??? That is such a good thought, AND FOR SURE HAPPENING!!! Like this man is never not thinking about you, so you just know that as soon as there is even a whiff about the coronation in the air, he is going and having that tiara commissioned. And you don't even find out until like two weeks later when he's like "it would be lovely if your dress had pearls on it to match the tiara" and you're just like "HUH???"
And you best believe that you are the real treasure that evening. Of course he is proud to become king and is just happy to be given the opportunity to serve his people, but he is just endlessly happy that he gets to do it AT YOUR SIDE. (And you are def calling him 'my king' all evening, even in the bedroom...)
Not the little scene you wrote with Kiera!!! Omg that would actually be so cute. You guys are sitting around yapping after you met, and he comes to find you in the middle of the day, just to say hello before he goes back to work, and he stands behind your chair, hands on your shoulders as you lean your head back to look up at him. He feels a little awks being there with three young people who are all laughing and joking around, but then you reach back, hold his hand over your shoulder and say "it was such a blessing that Valarr began his search for a wife, because without that I would not have found true love." Or you say something like "I would not have ever learnt what it meant to breathe, to live, to love, if it had not been for this."
And Baelor is just standing there starstruck, staring down at you with so much love filling in his chest. He leans down and kisses you then (Kiera smirking and Valarr fake vomiting and turning away) and it's just pure joy.
Oh for suuuuure, you guys are the most touchy couple in Westeros, no question about it. In the OG oneshot, I wanted to build this relationship where you guys are insanely connected, and the only thing that fucks that up is insecurity. So I def think that you guys just live your lives in silence a lot of the time but you don't need anything other than each other's presence. A lot of baths together, just laying against each other and cuddling, a lot of long mornings together, a lot of little bits of physical contact all through out the day!
And omg, I can just imagine it's a day when you had a bath earlier but he decided to go train in the courtyard for a little while so he comes back all sweaty and grimey so you get a bath made up for him and you tell him to just lay back and enjoy himself. You wash his hair and he's purring like a cat, and you scrub his back and shoulders and the man has literally just melted and is watching you with these soft loving eyes!!!
You have not lost the plot, you have actually transcended to a new level of locked in, and it's fucking great!!! (I love him too, it will never be cured)
oh my 4th re read of marriage mart what kind of crack cocaine did you put in there
imagine baelor who feels like he’s young again because he’s sneaking into your chambers before the wedding (you’re staying in the keep until preparations are done, neither of you could obviously bear to be apart even if it was for you to return home and collect things)
and even if you don’t consumate just yet (maybe you want to wait for the actual wedding) you just lie in bed, across from each other, holding hands and looking into each others eyes
sometimes you exchange soft kisses but mostly you whisper to each other, talk about your interests and tell each other funny stories of your life
baelor has LOYAL staff because not once do they admit that they found the two betrothed in each others arms in the ladies chambers when looking for the crown prince because they talked long into the night and lost track of time. no no that would be most improper of course 👀🩷
HAHAHAH PLSSSS I can't believe you've read it that many times!!! I can't even read my own work more than once lmaoooo
I do not put any illegal substances in my writing, that is all natural crazy straight from my brain to yours!!!
But you are so fucking right with this omggggg, Baelor definitely feels like a new man. Like literally the night that you say yes, he feels giddy for the first time since he was... idek, since he was a child! (And I LOVE the whole trope of older men feeling young again when they're dating a younger woman lolll)
And he's like sneaking in the direction of your chambers just as you're sneaking in the direction of his and both of you meet in the middle, giggling and shushing each other bc ofcourseeee you had the same idea. He is def guiding you back to yours because he knows you would get lost doing it on your own and then just... stays.
You are not going home ever again. I mean, not never, but not for a long time. Not until like, idk, you have to or you're like really really homesick. Baelor is having everything new made for you that you don't already have. Any other sentimental belonging can be brought up by a messenger or someone from your family coming to visit you at a later date. You are not to be parted. EVER.
I think you guys def wait until the wedding night to consummate. He is honourable and would never put you in that position, and you want that magical night to just be for you two. But he lets you pull him to the bed to lay down with you because you beg him to stay until you fall asleep, and he just can't deny you.
You guys are def holding hands on the bed, laying facing each other. You fiddle with his fingers as you speak, or he gently pushes your hair back off your face and just touches it for a little while as he watches you with such smiley eyes aaaa.
And you guys literally talk about anything and everything. You feel so comfortable with him that you can let your chatty/yapper self out and you just tell him everything about yourself. And he's all too happy to listen. And he tells you stories in return, his childhood, his brothers, his time in battle (you're def teary thinking about him in those situations and he just has to kiss you and soothe you). It's so soft and whispery and the candlelight is slowly dwindling away.
And ofcourseeee Baelor has loyal staff. They all fucking love him and would always support him, so in the morning, when the sun is just about to rise and a maid comes in to rekindle the fire in your room and she finds you (fully clothed obvi) laying in Baelor's arms, sleeping so soundly, she just shuts up and doesn't say a word. And you're literally wrapped up in his arms, face on his chest, him curled around you, and he is just so at peace there, happily snuggling against your head. It's perfect.
He wakes up a little while later, kisses the top of your head, and sneaks away, smiling a little at the maid who pretends to come back in then and they both just smile secretly at each other and he goes back to his chambers.
AAAA the real crack cocaine is Baelor Targaryen!!!
baelors absolute inner conflict when he sees his beautiful niece after 14 uears and gets hard 🤭
and imagine what he thinks after his encounter with you, he’s already planning on how he will propose to you, how he will convince maekar to give you to him, when valarr rushes to his chambers, telling him he wishes to marry you and rambling about how beautiful and kind you’ve grown to be and how much of an idiot he is for not seeing it and having you betrothed when you were both children 😝
poor maekar when his lovesick family comes to him, begging for your hand
Hahaha that's why I wanted it to be such a huge gap between when they last saw her and how they see her now, so that mentally it's almost like two different people so they can get it on without as much guilt lollll.
But he definitely has a complex. Like that whole scene where reader licks the cream off her fingers, my man is just gagged, shook, frozen in his seat wondering why you are so beautiful and so seductive without meaning to be and what he did to deserve this...
So I see it happening that after he kisses your palm, you pull him closer and force him to properly kiss you. Now that you have him, you are not letting him go, and you make him promise to ask your father for your hand before he leaves you.
The next morning he's in his office contemplating how best to bring it up to Maekar. Obviously you're your father's favourite child (sorry not sorry) and it will be a bit of a fight, but if he can find the right reasons, then he's sure he can convince Maekar.
He doesn't do anything that day, and you both don't see each other until dinner, and even then, you're flirty but you both try to be civil. And then the next day, it's mid-morning, and his study door opens, and Valarr comes in, a dazed and airy look on his face.
"Father," he begins hesitantly, looking more at the desktop than at Baelor, "I... must speak with you about something." Baelor just leans back in his chair and gestures for him to go on. Valarr gets comfortable, fidgeting with his hands in his lap, frowning a little before he speaks.
"I wish to court Y/n," he finally breaks out, saying it more to his own lap than to Baelor, and his father's eyebrows shoot up in shock. "I am as surprised as you are," he jokes, smiling a little and shrugging, "but from the moment I saw her upon her return, I do believe I have been enamoured."
He pauses, chewing on his lip a little and twisting the ring on his finger before looking up at his father.
"She has grown up to be rather beautiful, has she not?"
And Baelor's heart is racing, his body out of his control, but he manages to nod, a small smile on his face.
"She has, indeed," he responds, voice a little hoarse.
"And it is funny, that she was once the one so enamoured, and now here I am, moony-eyed," Valarr said, laughing a little and shaking his head. "Perhaps it would have been wise to have betrothed us as children."
Baelor reaches for his cup, drinking from it to try and clear his head. He does not want to be the one to break Valarr's heart, to expose him to this cruelty, so he does the next best thing.
"I believe you should speak with her yourself. Offer her your courtship, and see how she responds. If she wishes it, she will tell you herself."
And Valarr nods, thanking him and leaving, and Baelor just feels fucked because now he will have to deal with Valarr when you tell him you do not want to be with him as well as dealing with Maekar's anger.
And you do tell Valarr. You are polite and say that he is kind and handsome and gracious, but he is not who you want, and you would not wish to lead him on. He is sad but he appreciates your honesty. Simultaneously, Baelor has gone to speak to Maekar about being betrothed to you, and just as you and Valarr finish that conversation, your father comes storming in (followed by Baelor) and just yells,
"You wish to marry Baelor? You truly fucking wish to marry your uncle?"
And everyone is frozen in shock and then you slowly smile, giddy and child-like, and you nod enthusiastically, going over to hold Baelor's hand.
Valarr is just there, mouth open, eyes going between you and his father, and just does not know how to process this. Maekar is fuuuuuming, and you and Baelor are just standing there, smiling a little, planning mentally for the wedding.
What do youvthink of a cute little TMM throw back 🥺 remember the first time they met Reader said she was trying to get used to the new sky
So imagine now that you are freshly married, standing on your favorite balcony with his arms around you and he nuzzles his head next to yours thinking about all that took place there and looking at the nightsky
🥹
this put me in my feels sm ngl!!! I just had to write a little thing for it because it was too cute not to!!! Thank you sm anon, your brain is dipped in gold fr fr
You sighed softly, a cool breeze brushing your cheeks, shifting your hair a little. You were content. Utterly, immensely, purely content. Your eyes blinked slowly as you snuggled further into your husband's grip, your hands gently resting on the stone balcony railing just in front of you.
Baelor nuzzled his nose by your ear, his soft breaths brushing the skin there. He wrapped his arms around you, bracketing you into his chest, no escape. You would not dream of leaving his grip anyway, but it only served to make you feel even more secure.
The torches still flickered inside the keep, their orange light just tinging the ground behind you, but you two were right at the edge of the balcony's boundary, staring out into the dark where you could hear the water of Blackwater Bay swishing gently in the night. Both of your heads were tilted back a little, your eyes on the sky, on the stars twinkling in their constellations and the endless black.
You still wore your dress from the day, a shiny black velvet that matched Baelor's sleek tunic. You also had matching dragon claw details on you, a subtle thing that you immensely enjoyed incorporating into your clothes. You liked knowing there was something small that always signified you and Baelor were one.
Both of you had found your way to the balcony together, your balcony. It had been a slow stroll after dinner, aimless, hand in hand, something to do to run out the clock before you went to bed, and you had ended up here, as you often did. The space where it all began.
Baelor's thumb rubbed up and down where his hand splayed over your ribs, a soft sigh leaving him, fluttering in your hair a little as you smiled and leaned further into him.
"Have you become accustomed to the new sky?" He asked softly, voice barely a whisper at your ear. Your brow furrowed a little though you did not move nor tried to face him.
"Hm?" You hummed in question, uncertain what he referred to.
"The evening we met, dearest," he prompted, his smile stretching against the back of your head. "You told me you stood on this balcony because you wished to become accustomed to a different sky."
You were smiling now too, a little giggle falling from your lips as you dropped your head and shook it. Oh how embarrassing that had been! The Crown Prince had stood before you and you had rambled like anything, telling him the deep and unnecessarily philosophical thoughts that had plagued you.
"I was rather foolish then," you whispered in return."
"No, you were not," he answered firmly, pressing his lips to the back of your head for a second before he smiled again. "You were immensely intriguing. I could not help but to be charmed by your softness. You spoke of things people do not often think about."
You smiled and shook your head again. He made you sound far more unique than you actually were.
"I was charmed from the moment you gave that little laugh and said you simply wished to see the night sky," he continued, eyes closing as he thought of you standing there in your pretty dress, looking far more beautiful than any creature he had ever encountered before.
You moved to rest your hands on his forearms, gripping him there a little and turning your head to press your cheek to his chest. You sighed again in pleasure, nuzzling your face there as you absorbed all the warmth he radiated. He was a Targaryen, of course he burned hot.
"Do you wish to know what I thought of you that evening?" You asked quietly, voice a little mumble against his chest.
"What did you deign to think of me that evening?" He whispered in response, lips coming to rest on your forehead.
"I thought you immensely intimidating," you smiled. "I only knew you as Crown Prince Baelor, and you were deigning to speak to me? Alarming." He chuckled a little at that, torso shaking behind you as you giggled with him. "But then you stayed quiet and simply listened to me speak. You looked at me with those eyes..." you sighed, wistful yet joyful. "Oh, how could I not be absolutely in love with you already?"
Baelor kissed you where his lips already lay, a gentle press to your forehead, then he pulled away and looked down at you. His face was full of warmth, soft and sweet, the way he always was for you. You reached up and scratched at the bearded line of his jaw a little, feeling the hairs against your fingertips.
"How could I not be absolutely in love with you already?" He repeated in a whisper, looking right into your eyes as he said it. "Hm," he made a little sound of pleasure, leaning down and kissing you on the bridge of your nose. Your eyes fluttered closed. Then he pressed a kiss to your lips, gentle and short, and moved to rest his head on top of yours, a long sigh leaving him.
Baelor opened his eyes and looked out at the dark night sky, the stars twinkling against a blanket of black. He thought of all that had happened between the moment you met, and this, here. He thought of you in the gardens, pretty in green, sitting across from Valarr when there had been a real chance of you being married to him instead... He thought of you crying as you begged only to be loved... He thought of you kissing the back of his hand and turning his world upside down, of your ever revolving rainbow of dresses, each more bright and vibrant than the last, and of each moment you had sat in the great hall and he had watched you. Of you finding him on an evening he craved your company but dared not voice it, of you kissing him on this very balcony, and of his own panic and shame...
He thought of the pain he had caused you, and the vow he had made to only ever be your happiness, to never do any such thing to cause you even a moment of distress ever again.
And finally, he thought of you standing in front of him on this very balcony as he got down on one knee and did the very best thing he had ever done in his entire life. And all Baelor could do now was hold you tighter, smile against the top of your head, and stare out at the night sky...
