You know, I really imagine Baelor's daughter-in-law having a girl first, and then the people at court start talking about sons, succession, and all that usual stuff, and it makes her feel so bad! But unlike usual, she doesn't tell Baelor and complain; she just keeps it to herself. Until he finds her crying one night and makes her tell him why. And then he tells her that he always wanted a daughter, and now she's the one who gave him this daughter, and that he's very proud of her, and of course, if she wants more children, he'll give her as many babies as she wants! This makes her so happy and proud of herself! And obviously eager to start making a new baby, since if her father promised her something, now he'll have to keep his word!
PS: The good thing about Baelor being the children's grandfather is that it wouldn't be strange for him to be very present in all their lives. Like, who's going to blame such an honorable prince for spending hours of his day playing with and giving attention to his granddaughter who can barely crawl properly and only babbles random syllables while drooling?
AAAA This is so good!!! The angst and comfort is just... yes. I've been feeling angsty recently so this is perfect to channel those feelings lmaooo. Your brain is beautiful anon. Thank you so much for sending this in (sorry for taking forever) and I hope you enjoy the little scene I wrote for it! (Also, yes, of course, no one is questioning it because Baelor is just sooo honourable, of course he is such a caring grandsire that he's always hanging around with his grandbabies!)
Word count: ~1.9k
Tags: 18+/MDNI, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, (significant) age gap, younger!reader (20s), canon typical misogyny, angst, parental guilt, hurt/comfort, sweet Baelor, never proofread, (please let me know if I missed any)
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You were so excited to have a daughter. When the babe was pulled from you and it began to wail, when the maesters declared her a healthy little girl, you wept from joy (and exhaustion of course). You held the pudgy little pink thing close when she had been cleaned and returned to your arms. You kissed her little head and waited excitedly to show Father.
When Baelor entered the room, he took a deep breath in at the sight of you. You were damp with sweat, your hair mussed and sticking up in an endearing way, but you were smiling happily and that was all he cared about. He kneeled down at your bedside as the maesters and septas turned away and pretended to busy themselves, and first pressed a long and warm kiss to your forehead.
"Meet little Marion," you told him softly, beaming up at him proudly. Baelor caressed your cheek, kissed you there, then looked properly down at the little bundle. He pressed a soft kiss to the babe's head, whispered her name close to her, and then wrapped the two of you up in his arms for a moment.
"Well done, my precious girl," he whispered to you, sighing as he bowed his forehead against yours and just stayed there for a moment.
The two of you lay together for a long time after you had been cleaned and cared for, watching your little babe with wide and wondrous eyes. The girl already enjoyed holding onto Baelor's finger tightly, her soft little fists staying clamped on just one of his large fingers. She was the most loved creature in the Red Keep, you knew it.
Over the next few weeks as you healed and recovered, Baelor took so much joy in your innocent happiness around your baby. Whenever he came to visit you in your bed, you would chatter on happily about how she blinked, how she snuffled, how she had looked at you properly that morning. In the evenings, when he came to lay beside you for rest, the two of you held the babe together and stared at her little features and pointed out all your discoveries to one another.
It was safe to say that both of you were immensely proud to have a daughter (even if she was proclaimed as Valarr's and not his...). Valarr too loved her in his own way, though he was immensely content to allow his own father to take charge of you and her.
Once you were healed and up and about around the Keep, you took your girl with you everywhere. You showed her all the places you loved to take refuge, all the spots where you annoyed Father and made him fall deeper in love with you. And unfortunately, that also meant going to all the places where whispers of your failed duty followed you.
"A girl for an heir... tut tut tut... I hope for their sake the next one is a boy and quick too."
"Did you see? It's a girl. I suppose that is good for the mother, but for the line of succession? Well, let's just be glad there are dragons no more."
"Rather a small babe is it not? Already a girl, and sickly now too? siiiigh"
The first time you heard it was in the gardens. Baelor was stuck in a long council meeting so you chose to take your Marion for a walk in the lovely sunlight. You wrapped her up well against any breezes off the bay, and then took her strolling.
The ladies having tea in the gazebo had not known you would be upon them as they discussed your shortcomings as a wife and mother. They did not see you clutch your bundle tighter to your chest, or the way your face fell and tears instantly began burning in your eyes. You gently kissed your babe's soft downy head and turned swiftly to head back to your chambers.
You laid her down in her bassinet, then sat in the rocking chair beside it and cried. You had been so excited to have your girl. You loved her and were so proud to have created her, and it felt like that excitement had been sucked out so quickly. Had you disappointed Father by having a girl? Was he disappointed that your first babe was Marion and not a boy?
You cried and cried, and when you had no more tears to cry, you went to your bed and quietly lay there until sleep finally claimed you.
For the next few days, you kept yourself in only the company of your babe. You cuddled her close and slept, or you took her to the windows or the balcony and back, but you did not leave her side. You did not want to risk going out of doors or venturing any places people might be discussing you and your failures.
Baelor noted your odd behaviour but did not think much of it at first. When he came to your chambers, you were already asleep, and he left too early in the morning for your state to be any different. You did not come to bother him during the day, whether on your lonesome or with your little darling in tow, but he simply assumed it was because you were too busy showing her off to everyone or monopolising her with your love. Though it was odd for you to not be throwing yourself at him (especially since you were now healed from the babe), he gave you the grace required for this new period.
Then one evening, when it had been four days of your absence in anything other than his bed, he decided to come find you early. He was determined to get you out of your chambers, to convince you to spend some time for yourself rather than being wrapped up in the babe (as he assumed you were) but everything was quickly derailed when he found you curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed, knees to your chest and hands pressed to your face as you sobbed.
Marion was sleeping soundly in the bassinet, and you were attempting to hush yourself, chewing on your lip as you dissolved into your cries, shaking violently. Baelor was quick to kneel down beside you, wrapping you up in his arms and hauling you into his lap.
He did not ask anything, did not begin an interrogation or any such thing, he simply kissed you on the top of your head and hushed you softly. "Hush, my girl, hush now."
You sobbed until your chest hurt and you could not make yourself cry any more. You clung tightly to Baelor, seeking his warmth and taking immense comfort in it. Being wrapped in Baelor's arms was everything you had wanted over the past week of your upset. Why had you denied yourself of it?
Baelor kissed the top of your head then simply placed his lips there. Your sobs softened into sniffles, and then you were clutching tight to his doublet and pulling your face back. Your eyes were red and puffy, your nose shiny as you made little cries. He frowned as he looked upon your face, gently wiping your cheeks with his thumbs, grazing them over your delicate undereyes as you caught your breath.
"What has upset you, dearest?" He finally asked, caressing your cheek back and forth with the pad of his thumb. You sniffled and looked down shamefully.
"People are talking about how disappointing it is for me to have had Marion," you finally sniffled out, lower lip trembling with the threat of more tears. You looked up at him with sparkling eyes full of pain and he gripped you a little tighter. "I heard some of the ladies talking, they said it was a shame that my first babe was a girl. She cannot inherit and there is no boy yet." You sniffled and your face began to crumple again as you said, "I was so proud of my girl, but I now fear I have disappointed you."
Baelor's face contorted with anguish as you began to cry again in earnest. He hushed you and brought your face back down to his chest. He ran his hand soothingly up and down your back as the other cupped the back of your head and kept you close to him.
"Do not listen to the vultures," he told you quietly, voice steely and serious. "A daughter is a joy. A daughter brings life and love to a house just by existing, there is no failing in Marion being a daughter." He kissed the top of your head as your cries calmed again, your eyes blinking quickly against his chest. "Though I love Valarr and Matarys beyond anything, I have always longed for a daughter. And to know that you, my darling, darling, girl provided me with such a sweet and beautiful one? It is more than any man can hope to achieve. You have made me immensely proud, my sweet girl."
You sniffled and pulled back, looking hopefully into Baelor's face. He was smiling sadly at you, watching your eyes begin to light up again as you haphazardly wiped at your face and leaned in close to him.
"You are proud of me, Father? Truly?" You asked, voice small and shaky, and he smiled as he nodded and pressed a kiss to your cheek.
"I could not be prouder," he whispered, kissing your other cheek, and you exhaled a long breath, smiling now too, though yours was watery and quivering. You leaned forward and delicately kissed his lips, the softest of presses.
"If you wish for more babes, to attempt for a son, then I would be loathe to deny you. I will give you as many as you wish," he added teasingly, and you giggled, nuzzling his cheek with your nose before hugging him fully and sighing by the side of his head.
"I want to have as many babes as there are rooms in this castle with you," you giggled by his ear, biting it lightly as he huffed out a chuckle before beginning to kiss down your neck. You shuddered at the feeling of his beard scraping your skin.
"A lofty goal," he murmured, and you simply hummed, cupping his face.
"Let's start now!" You told him excitedly, kissing him on the mouth as he smiled broadly.
+++
One Year Later
The Crown Prince carried a tubby toddler in his arms as he strolled through the gardens. The little princess was babbling happily, her small palms slapping against his bearded cheeks and feeling the hairs there as her mother often did. You strolled just behind them, waddling slowly as you accommodated the swelling of your belly. It was no surprise that you were pregnant once more.
The little princess was attempting to climb all over Baelor, wriggling in his arms to lift herself higher onto his shoulder, gripping at his hair or his nose, attempting to chew on his neck as she babbled happily.
"Spoilt for attention, just like her mother," Baelor mumbled, turning back to smirk at you as you gasped in offence (though you were smiling so brightly it held no bite).
A group of women sat under the gazebo in the gardens, sipping tea and watching the scene play out. They cooed at your little trio, stating what an adoring grandsire the Crown Prince was, how doting and attentive he remained to his grandchildren despite his hefty duties. If only they knew...
I saw the question about Maekar being jealous of his daughter-in-law and it made me think about Baelor getting jealous of some member of the royal guard interacting with her, and overcome by an unknown fury (later, thinking about it, he believes he was possessed by a demon from the seven hells) he pulls her away from the guard and orders her to go prepare his wine in his chambers, just as she knows he likes. And when she turns into the first corridor, Baelor says to the guard one of the rudest things he has ever said to anyone or referred to anyone in his life: "Keep your sword away from my sheath, Ser, unless you want to end up guarding the walls of the black castle." Later, after a few glasses of wine and a wild fuck that exhausted him, Baelor stares at her sleeping naked between the sheets of his bed and thinks about how crazy she has made him act. 🤭
(Just gonna start this with an apology for taking forever to answer this 😭 I loved this ask so much and I wanted to write a little thing for it but... I just take forever, I'm so sorry 😭)
"Keep your sword away from my sheath, Ser, unless you want to end up guarding the walls of the black castle" IS A CRAZY SENTENCE OMGGGGG! I love it so much, it is so Baelor!!! I def see him as someone who threatens with subtlety and euphemism, so this is perfect!
Honestly, I just kept rereading this ask in my inbox because I loved it so much, and as I am currently avoiding uni work, this is a perfect opportunity to write it!
Word count: 1.8k
Tags: 18+/MDNI, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, (significant) age gap, younger!reader (20s), calling her father-in-law Father, jealous/possessive!Baelor, threatening, TEENSY bit of smut, never proofread, (please let me know if I missed any)
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Baelor knew the mind of men. He was one after all, so he knew the sorts of dark and depraved things that plagued men, especially when it came to pretty young things like you. And it was this exact knowledge, this experience, that had him fuming when he walked out of the small council chamber and found you laughing happily with one of the newer members of the King's Guard.
You were the heir to the heir's wife, which meant you of course had your own King's Guard following you around. But you were kind and young and forgiving, so it was far easier to assign the newer members of the force to you, the young men who had eagerly joined and taken their vows and now needed the proper experience required of them.
This new boy was exactly that, a boy. Though perhaps he was closer in age to you than Baelor himself, Baelor knew this meant an unbidden confidence and recklessness that could only be tapered with age and experience. And he was witnessing this now as he stepped out of the small council chamber, and found you facing the knight, a bright smile on the boy's face as he said things to you that made you laugh like anything.
And yes, you were Valarr's wife, yes, you were his daughter-in-law, but truly, you were Baelor's, and he was not a man prone to sharing. So, as he walked through the doors and his eyes landed on the boy's smirk and the way he leaned in closer to you than was strictly appropriate, Baelor truly felt what it meant to have the blood of the dragon.
His hands tightened where he grasped them together behind his back, and the natural easiness of his face slipped away, a firm set to his lips and a steely look in his eyes that belied the change in him. He strolled steadily over to you, taking his time to observe the way you looked at the boy, the way the boy so obviously ogled you.
When you finally noticed him, he took a singular pleasure in the way the boy's presence was utterly forgotten to you. You beamed, whipping fully around to face Baelor and you hopped over to him. You were careful not to throw yourself at him the way you were often wont to do, aware of the eyes, and stopped yourself just in front of him, still toeing the line of propriety.
"Hello, Father!" You greeted happily, hands clasped behind your back as you twisted a little side to side at the waist. "How was council?" You asked, petting at your own hair to ensure it sat prettily over your shoulders.
He smiled down at you then, reaching up and gently petting your hair as well, smoothing it out a little and simply caressing you through that. You smiled wider, shivering a little, and he could see how your eyes shined. Oh, you would be insatiable now.
Then you looked down at yourself, smoothed a hand down your bodice then your skirts, shifting again so the fabric moved while his eyes were on it.
"Do you like my new dress? I know you are a fan of blue," and you said it with such a heaviness behind your words, such suggestion, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. Yes, he was a fan of blue, but he was especially a fan of blue when you wore it.
He too now resisted an urge, forcing his hand to stay at his side rather than to caress you over the breasts and ribs and to grip your skirt in his hands if only to feel the material of it.
"You look beautiful, darling," he said, eyes shining as he offered you a small smile, and you preened at the praise, batting your eyes and holding your hands together tightly. Oh how you wished to kiss him all over just for that small compliment.
Then Baelor raised his eyes from you to the boy-knight, to the awkward way he stood just behind you, eyes to the floor, suddenly rigid where he had once been so easy in your presence. Baelor took great satisfaction in this.
He did not say anything for a moment, just stared at him, then he turned to you again and gently took you by the shoulders, offering you a smile once more.
"Will you have wine prepared for me in my chambers? I will join you shortly," and when you nodded happily, he leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to the top of her head. Fatherly to some, not so much to you...
Then you skipped off, and as the knight went to follow you, Baelor held up his hand and stopped him instantly in his tracks.
"Your grace," the boy was practically trembling, staring up at Baelor with wide eyes. Baelor would have felt bad for him if he was not so irritated with the boy's behaviour. It had been a frustrating day of governance, and it had not helped his mood to see someone attempting to flirt and perhaps insinuate impropriety with his girl.
"I will say this once, and once only," Baelor told him, waiting for the boy to nod with understanding before continuing. "Keep your sword away from my sheath, Ser, unless you wish to find yourself guarding the walls of Castle Black with only gruel to eat and other men to keep you warm."
Baelor nudged his chin in the direction you had hopped off, staring right into the eyes of the knight as he spoke. The poor boy was shaking in his boots, eyes wide and horrified as he looked up at the heir-apparent. Baelor could practically hear where his armour clacked against itself.
"I- yes, of course, your grace, of course, I-"
"Good." Baelor cut off the incessant rambling, raising his eyebrows once at the boy before turning on his heel and making to follow after you.
He had not realised how much he truly burned with the rage of it. His hands hurt from how harshly he gripped them together, and he was practically shaking from his restrained ire. His heart raced and his cheeks felt flush, and however much he tried, he could not quite rid himself of the thought of knocking the knight down.
Baelor walked swiftly back to his chambers where you eagerly awaited. When he opened the door, you were already sprawled on his bed, slippers kicked off as you burrowed yourself in his pillows and sheets, hugging one to your body. You peeked your head up when he entered, smiling softly when you saw him.
"Your wine is on the table, Father," you informed him, pointing to the jug and cup that you had prepared. "Your bed simply looked too inviting to be ignored though," you added cheekily, shifting yourself up so you were leaning back against the headboard a little. You raised one knee, pointing your foot and teasingly moving it about on the bed. He could only see the movements over the dress, but even that made him wish to grip you and devour.
Baelor walked over to the little table and poured himself a cup of wine. He raised it to his mouth and drank, but his eyes remained on you. You did not say anything further, but you watched him as he watched you, eyes trailing all over him with a heat that only spurred on the fire in him. You bit your lip, caressing the pillow you clutched teasingly, your belly filling with heat as he drank the wine in big gulps and stared at you where you posed on his bed.
He finally put the cup down, sighing a deep breath, and you sat up fully, scooting down a little and reaching behind you. You pursed your lips a little as you struggled to catch the end of the laces, but when you finally managed the task, you quickly unlaced your dress and pushed the bodice off.
Baelor did not move from his spot by the wine, pouring himself another cup as he watched you. You slid the dress over your hips then out from under you, the pretty pale blue fabric matching his eyes. He would have smirked any other time at the realisation.
You were now only in your thin shift, the little straps of it holding on for dear life at your shoulders. You were panting a little from the effort of removing your dress, and you leaned back onto your hands as you waited for him. You knew he would ravish you, it was just a matter of when.
Baelor sipped slower from this cup of wine. He had hit about halfway through and he could tell you were getting huffy, and it was only then that he put the cup down and moved swiftly to you, climbing over you and kissing you hot and hard on the mouth.
Baelor spent a long time ravishing you then, shirking his other duties to spend the afternoon and evening in bed with you. He took you on your back and on your front, on all fours and on top of him as well. He pressed his head between your thighs and made you see stars. He did everything and more until you were both so spent and tired that getting up to go to dinner was out of the question.
Baelor only left the bed to bring the jug of wine and cup to the table beside the bed, not wishing to keep standing for a drink. When he settled again, leaning casually against the headboard, cup in hand, he looked down at you in the bed.
You were fully naked, curled up and sleeping soundly. The sheets draped gently over you, and he could see the lines of your curves, the gentle swell of your arse and the dip of your spine. Your hair was a knotted mess around your head and your lips pouted even as you slept. He took a deep breath, caressed your arm and shoulder gently, and drank long and slow from his wine.
You truly brought out a side of Baelor he had not accessed before, or at least not often. You made him possessive, harsh, mad... He felt possessed by some demon sent from the seven hells at the thought of you wasting even one moment of your soft-sweetness on a man that was not him.
Baelor put the cup down on his nightstand, then slid down into the bed. He curled over you, sighing against the top of your head as you snuggled up to him even in your sleep. He kissed you on the forehead, then closed his own eyes.
Perhaps he was possessed or mad or simply discovering what he was capable of. Whatever it was, he was happy it meant you stayed at his side...
How about Baelor and Maekar tell Valarr and Aerion that they should start to act more as princes of the realm and attend brothels less and then Valarr and Aerion go like "STFU you sleep with my wife" making Baelor and Maekar aware that they're sons know 😂😂😂
HAHAHA this is too good! I can sooo see this happening. Maybe Valarr has been partying a bit too much lately, nothing too drastic but he has been a bit too reckless the past couple of times and Baelor just wants to sit him down and warn him that he can have his fun, but he should just be careful how he does it and how often.
Baelor gives him this whole spiel about propriety and honour and how you should be careful of your image, and when he finally finishes, Valarr just raises one eyebrow at his father and goes "is that what you worry about when Y/n is in your bed?"
ROOM IS DEAD SILENT. BAELOR IS GAGGED. He just stares at Valarr like 'what did he sayyyyyy?'
And then after a minute he just pulls the "I am still your father so shut up and listen to me" and Valarr just shrugs and says "ok, whatever" and they have to move on pretend nothing happened 😭
Weirdly, it makes Baelor feel a bit better because it means Valarr knows and doesn't care so any remaining guilt he had he can kind of let go of lmao.
With Maekar, it would be that Aerion is doing some dumb shit again, like bullying his brothers or just going to brothels way too often. He's berating Aerion about propriety and how he should at least try to be a little discrete if he is going to be so reckless and Aerion just goes, "perhaps the same principle should apply when you are fucking my wife?"
Maekar freezes, one hand still clenching Aerion's collar and he slowly lets his son go. Aerion raises a knowing eyebrow at his father and both of them just stare at each other for a moment. Then Maekar slaps the back of Aerion's head a little and says, "if you did not spend all your time in brothels, I would not be performing your duties and fucking your wife the way she deserves."
i love maekar and his daughter in law but baelor and his are just so precious to me maybe because hes so sweet and romantic 🥲🩷
so he would definitely spoil her so rotten (maekar would too i’m just making it about baelor)
he would be on a diplomatic mission to dorne and see a beautiful fabric in a market stall and go “oh she would love this” while the ambassador is trying to pull him back into business
he would also probably have her chambers so close to his they have secret passages connecting them
sometimes they don’t even have the patience to wait for the other they meet halfway in the secret passage and just ravage each other, lying on the dimly lit passage floors and moaning and groaning and clawing at each other
i love a good secret forbidden love so much
Awww you know what? I can't lie, Baelor and his DIL def have a special spot in my heart too. I just love them sm, I love their dynamic and how soft and sweet they are, and like... come on, it's Baelor!
He definitely spoils her rotten, no question about it. Maekar does too but he doesn't give in straight away, he either makes DIL!M work for it or he just flat out says no until she annoys the shit out of him. Baelor either is happy to say yes and spoil her, or if he doesn't think she should have something she wants, then he will make sure she understands why he's saying no.
Awww he soooo would. He's definitely always thinking about her, which means he's always thinking of what she would like and just little things like this. I can see him being in Dorne and seeing fancy new fabrics that she would like, and making sure some of it is bought and kept to take back. Or if he goes to visit some Lord here or there and sees some decorations that they have that he thinks she would like, then he is making note of it and having a replica made for her. He is just always thinking of how he can make her happy, that's literally it.
Oh for suuuure their chambers are close together and they have a secret passage connecting them. I sort of mentioned it in the ask where Valarr is interested in DIL!reader again, he comes to try and find her, but her door is barred from the inside and he can't hear anything. She locks her door from the inside and then takes the secret passage to go see Baelor, and she does that like every night.
And omg, your brain is beautiful because yes, they definitely do that. Like, maybe it's a little later than usual, they both got hung up doing stuff and now they just really want to see each other but aren't sure if the other is awake or still busy. They both hurriedly walk through the passages trying to get to each other, and they end up meeting bang in the middle. She's giggling and he's smiling but then suddenly they're kisisng and all over each other and they can't be assed to walk back to either of their chambers so he just lifts her against the wall and takes her there.
I loooove secret/forbidden love so much, it's not even funny (might be something psychological there that I need to work through but anyways...) and I just love coming up with them and writing themmmm. Def have to think up more of these for Baelor because he is literally perfect to write forbidden love with!
I received this amazing ask about a modern scenario with Maekar and DIL!reader (I promise I will get back to answering all of your asks soon, I just really want to finish President!Baelor first before I do anything else!) and now I really want to write modern versions of DIL!readers and Maekar and Baelor. Like, I think the fics could be very fun and sexy. Would anyone be interested in this if I added it to my WIPs???
I saw the comment about the reader not being able to get the Cream Pie with Baelor, and combined with the previous general comments, I started thinking about how Baelor will probably go crazy when she's pregnant. Like, he was as responsible as he could be, pulled out every time, and deprived himself of what he really wanted. Now that she's already pregnant, what's the reason for not filling her cunt with cum until it overflows so he can sit between her legs and watch in personal delight?
oh my goshhhh this is so true!!! I definitely think it's about that loss of control. Every single time before she got pregnant, he had to be in control. He had to be the responsible one, to make sure he pulled out and made even a small attempt to minimise the chance of her being pregnant. But now that it's happened anyway, who the fuckkkk cares?
Reader is getting creampied every which way. He is fucking her all the time, he is all over herrrrr. It's just the way it has to be lol.
THE AWWS FROM THE CROWD WHEN BAELOR CROWNED YOU OMG YES THEY WOULD DO THAT
i can even imagine some commonfolk being like “oh prince baelor is so perfect of course he would be the most loving father in law in all the 7 kingdoms no further motives 🥰”
Hehehe I just know that if I was one of the smallfolk and I didn't know anything, I would be like "awww that's so cute that he did that!" (my ass is hella delulu in real life, I would be in AKOTSK universe as well)
And definitely they would all be like that, because he's Baelor!!! Crown Prince of Westeros!! The honourable, noble, benevolent Baelor!!! Of course there are no further motives!!
really love it for the daughter-in-law's stories to be a "if you know, you know" situation because it's honestly more hilarious that way like at some point nobody question it cuz they got jobs /their own life to do lmao
Hahahah same. I think it just makes it funnier that they're all like "man, I have a job to do, let them fuck if they want."
It's kinda harmless in the sense that if Valarr or Aerion don't care, then why should anyone else?
