Modern BSF Daeron HCs ft. Modern Yearning Vallar
pairings: platonic bsf! daeron targaryen & platonic bsf!fem!reader, and yearning! valarr targaryen x oblivious! fem! reader
synopsis: daeron wins the title best girlfailure in our hearts - no, i will not take any criticism on that take
a/n: a following crack to this crack but with bsf! daeron as an mc!
modern bsf! daeron who went back to university after rehab because the fucking therapist maekar pays for said 'it's important for still-budding men such as yourself to seek out their potential.'
modern bsf! daeron who was probably the oldest student in the lecture halls and seminars, sat in the back because he couldn't stand the idea of people sneaking looks at him, wondering why the familial failure still bothers to try
modern bsf! daeron who went back to his old habits of crashing frat parties and sending his liver to an early grave with whatever jungle-juice swell they decided to serve
modern bsf! daeron who blacked out, only to wake up with ice water dumped on his face as he belligerently stared at his 'savior.'
"hey, you prick!" the large blur was talking. it sounded female. "did you really think you could just fucking vomit on me, and then knock out?!" daeron blinked. he tried to speak, but it just came out as "shhhhhhhhh." the blur groaned before lifting him up, using her body as a resting spot for his attempt to stand. "do you at least got a phone on you?" phone. phone... daeron thought for a bit. "...chucked it..." "god-fucking-dammit."
modern bsf! daeron who woke up the next day in his boxers, but wearing a soft, too-tight Hello Kitty t-shirt - oh, and a clearer image of the blur whose stare wasn't nearly as scary as maekar's, but fairly damn close
"um, miss, we didn't...um..." gods, this was fucking mortifying, "there was no-"
you pointed to the door. on the hook was a spare towel and Head-and-Shoulders 2-in-1 inside a caddy. "you're taking a shower and paying for my dry-cleaning." "yes, ma'am."
modern bsf! daeron who, do not ask him how, ended up with the nosiest, helicopter-y, nit-picky woman in all of Westeros as a best friend
modern bsf! daeron who couldn't be more grateful for you in his life and wouldn't trade you for anything in the world
modern bsf! daeron who still struggled with his demons - insomnia, sleep paralysis, depression, anxiety, grief, as life didn't suddenly become rainbows and gold after you barged yourself into his life - but now had you to help in making it manageable
modern bsf! daeron who dropped out of business and moved to art after you stayed when he told his father during a surprise visit that went shockingly well and tame
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...assuming no one commented on the bite marks on maekar's arm that day when he returned to the office
"say that again, you fucking boomer! say that again to my fucking face!" "sweetie! sweetie - you made your point!" "lemme at him, daeron! i can take him!"
modern bsf! daeron who realized in that moment, he got hit with the found family trope irl and when second-year came, asked you to be his flatmate
modern bsf! daeron who is now almost a year into his sobriety, pursuing a passion he forgot he loved, on not terrible terms with his father anymore, and isn't dreading the long vacation at summerhall for once because you'll be there bitching about everyone in the corner with him
modern bsf! daeron who got fucking hosed down in medium roast summer isles brew by his baby cousin when he innocently showed him your instagram page
modern bsf! daeron who forgot how much of a nosy brat modern! valarr was as kid and already planning on making up some long-winded tale on how your grandmother suddenly got too ill and you could no longer grace his family with your presence and you needed to go to Dorne immediately to nurse her to health
---------> you didn't have a grandmother in Dorne, but valarr didn't know that, did he?
modern bsf! daeron who was going to announce the tragic news to his family, when Egg is talking his ear off about showing you all his favorite spots in the woods, Aemon listing off his favorite parts of those new books you and daeron got him for his birthday, and the twins, Daella and Rhae, are squealing his ear off because you were so nice and you got the boys to listen and make them sit and play princess with them and - oh, seven fucking hells, he couldn't do it
modern bsf! daeron whose phone is contemplating suicide by the sheer volume of texts modern! valarr keeps sending him - all about you
valarr: she seems really quiet and polite, makes sense she'd be interested in art. do you know what specific time era she likes best? does she like romanticism or prefer post-war modernism? daeron: valarr, it is five in the fking mornig
modern bsf! daeron who can admit, alright, if he had to lose you to any one of his family members, then he supposed he'd want it to be his younger cousin
modern yearning! valarr who was the golden prince of the targaryen dynasty, the shining heir, the eternal bright light son who could never disappoint
modern yearning! valarr who, at the very least, wouldn't ever treat you less than how you deserved and would absolutely give you the princess treatment you gushed over when reading one of your many, many romantasy books
modern yearning! valarr who could pretend all he wished, but modern bsf! daeron could see the streak of obsession in those mismatched eyes whenever he brought up your name, it was the very same one that cursed every targaryen one way or another
"hey, did you know my cousin's in your class?" daeron not-so-casually brought up during dinner one day. "maybe you've seen him?" "hm?" you glanced up from your plate, cheeks full with food - oh, yeah... you quickly nodded and swallowed so that you didn't accidentally choke. "yeah, i think so - it was um...it's uh... valor, i think?" gods, he tried to stop the giant shit-eating grin taking up his face - but to no avail, "yep, that's the one - so, how come you've never asked about him?" now you were really confused, "why would i ask you about him?" "dunno, just thought you might be curious, is all," daeron casually shrugged, relieved to know that your friendship wasn't never borne from the desire to get closer to his perfect cousin. "just wanted you to know it's okay if you do." "yeah, not interested," you forked a piece of stir-fried broccoli into your mouth. "tries to talk to me sometimes - probably feels bad for me or something." "what, why?" "hell if i know - pretty sure he doesn't even know my name."
modern bsf! daeron who's now about...86% sure that his cousin's obsession with you has more to do with your lack of worshipping him, and not because he actually knew anything about you
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...no, seriously, did you have some alter ego he didn't know about? when have you ever been quiet throughout the entire time he's known you?
modern bsf! daeron who, in good conscience, couldn't let his cousin think that he'd hand over his best friend without further investigation - surely the golden prince knew that he needed to prove himself to the fair maiden
modern bsf! daeron who spied in the corner of his eye the invitiation to the same tennis championship match he and his family were invited to every year without fail, the very same that daeron hated attending because of all the attention that was forced on him
modern bsf! daeron who, if he had to suffer another year of all eyes on him, he'd at least bring someone who'd make it fun
you were coming out of the showers to wash off the sweat from your workout when you got a text from your roommate/best friend/sponsee since second-year, daeron. you checked the screen and were shocked to see the list of missed calls from the lazy dork. it was thursday - he only had the seminar, and you didn't need to pick him up until at least another hour. worry was quick to set into your bones.
was daeron hurt?
did he relapse?
did his dad know? what about his brothers?
you didn't bother drying your hair before you made a mad dash for the lockers to change. the fabric clung to your still wet skin, but all you could think about was the idea that your friend was scared or hurt or gods forbid - dead in some ditch. you burst out of the gym lockers when you called him back.
*ring* *ring* *ring* *click* "oh hey-"
"daeron! oh thank fuck! send me your location, i'm on my way -"
"you're coming with me to the Westerlings championships," dareon interrupted, sounding exhausted - the last few words were spat out like a kid needing to go to the dentist to get a cavity filled. "please..."
you stopped in your tracks, hair still dripping and slowly soaking the back of your cardigan. daeron sounded fine - tired, sure, but definitely not-injured, and most importantly, sober.
relief quickly replaced fear. sober daeron was good, safe, not dead, and... called you twenty times when he was okay and let you think he was dead in a ditch sending a quick 'hey, not dead and drunk' took too much fucking effort.
yea, anger was quick to slap relief the fuck out of you.
daeron cleared his throat, "um, hello-"
"...are you kidding me?" you spat out. "are. you. fucking. KIDDING. me?"
"ah, there she is."
"have you gone batshit mental, daeron?! you called me twenty times! TWENTY. FUCKING. TIMES! what the actual FUCK is wrong with you?"
"well, come now, darling - you already have my med list," daeron chuckled (a chuckle, the pretty-faced prick thought this was fucking funny). "you have a better idea of my ailments than me."
"i am going to beat you with a fucking pineapple, you damn prick. you-" you stopped and pinched the skin just above your nose bridge - breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out - and repeated that twice more. "this could've been a fucking text."
"and miss the chance to hear your siren voice? i could never."
straight to hell. straight to hell, you were gonna send this buffoon.
"...is the vein there?"
cheeky. fucking. bitch
"i'm moving out."
"fine, fine -but first, sit with me next week at the westerlings matches."
"daeron, i'm not interested in attending some fucking tennis match, watching two people hit a ball for hours under the sun for gods know how long-"
"-all the food is complimentary with our seats."
...fucking hells, the lout knew your weaknesses...
"can i wear my flip-flops to this?"
"not if you want everyone to call you a trollop."
you stared up at the ceiling, weighing your options - although, there really wasn't much of a choice in this, and the asshole knew that.
"...your dad's paying for my outfit."
"pick up mine while you're at it!"
modern yearning! valarr who is experiencing a new form of hell every time he looks from his seat and sees you with his cousin - the two of you, sitting together, secret smiles and soft laughter like two lovers exchanging secrets and sweet nothings
"okay, so who's that one in the pink?" "the one looking like a pepto-bismo fever dream? or the one wearing a hat with the giant vagina?" "giant vagina hat." "right, so that's Talla Florent." "ooo, what'd she do?" "not so much as her as her husband - on the right, beer-bellied wrinkly fellow - city watch discovered an underground sex dungeon last month, they found him bound in leather and squealing like a pig." "let me guess, her brother, cousin, or twice-removed-nephew was the one with the whip." "all that - and she watched in the corner."
honestly, it was beyond maddening to have to watch the ardent display
modern yearning! valarr who, despite his early training in propriety and self-discipline, continues to lose more of his sanity and self-control the more he looks at you
by the mother, you looked gorgeous in white. did daeron buy you that dress? were the two of you meant to match? no, if that were the case, you'd show up wearing green - thank gods, not green. fuck, you'd look incredible in blue. the crowd cheers as people outside their box begin to stand. kiera is clapping like mad before proceeding to shake Valarr's shoulder to get his attention, "yes! they got the point!" "huh? what?" valarr's mismatched tore away to watch in confusion as the excitement. "who?" "really, valarr?" kiera couldn't help but roll her eyes at her friend. honestly, this was getting ridiculous. "can you stop being jealous over your cousin for two seconds?" "wha - i am not jealous!" a light pink dusted valarr's cheeks - something he'd later blame the heat for. "i am merely...concerned that daeron might be distracting our guest from the match." "his guest, you mean." "right, yeah - that's what i said."
modern yearning! valarr who, in the corner of his eye, spies you slipping out of your seat and quickly excuses himself to his father before doing the same
modern yearning! valarr who walks out the walkway, sees you make your way into the Rose Pavillion, and follows you - only to be bombarded with a flurry of elderly nanas and mothers who were desperate to introduce him to their daughters, nieces, and granddaughters.
modern yearning! valarr who barely makes his escape, only to find that he's lost you, but just before he begins pulling his hair out of his roots in frustration, he spies your familiar figure sitting all by your lonesome on a secluded bench, head down and staring intentaly at the pink 3DS XL in your hand
modern yearning! valarr who, took a deep breath, straightened his jacket and brushed off any dust off his pants, walked straight towards you with the steadfast determination of finally having a proper conversation with you
modern yearning! valarr who made a mental checklist of topics that were appropriate for the occasion
modern yearning! valarr who, if he played his cards right, could turn the feeble acquaintance between you two into something more substantial - maybe he'd finally get your number!
modern yearning! valarr who swore to himself that he'd get this right - no room for mistakes - and, with any luck, use this as the opportunity he needed to finally settle this overwhelming need to be around and know everything about you
modern yearning! valarr who stood before you, his shadow touching yours as you remained oblivious to the world - still engrossed in your game
modern yearning! valarr who couldn't help but notice the way your eyelashes curled and the shine of your lip gloss and the fullness of your bottom lip and -
- he cleared his throat to stop himself from thinking further, and accidentally broke your concentration in tandem
modern yearning! valarr who now has your full attention, just as he wanted, but with the caveat being that startling you from your game instead of just saying your name like a regular person with normal cognitive functioning was the exact opposite of how he wanted your attention and - oh shit, you were waiting for him to speak, weren't you?
"...hello." "...hey." "..." "..." "..." you held up your 3DS, "wanna play?"
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fuck it all, modern yearning! valarr actually forgot the topic list
a/n: if you actually stayed to read this, wow - bc this got away from me and i genuinely no idea where tf i was going while writing this
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