ohhh baelor targaryen modern au fic (to hop on the trend). son's best friend vibes; valarr brings his studious, witty, pretty friend to the family's holiday estate at summerhall for the holidays after their uni term is over. and maybe baelor could keep his own wits and composure about him if the attraction stopped simply at the little sundresses she likes to swan about in, or if it was merely just those small skirts she insists upon wearing for the family dinners grandpa daeron insists they all gather for. but it's worse than that. she matches him intellectually. she's quick, well-read. when he can't sleep in the dead of night - because when can he - and he finds himself in summerhall's library, callused fingers tracing the aged spines of first edition books, she's already there, curled up on a wingback armchair in a satin sleep dress, reading something from the conquest or other histories. she needles him. likes to tease him. knows she's riling him up and knows that it's wrong - that valarr is her best friend, that she loves him, that he trusted her enough to bring her into the fold of his messy family and didn't even flinch, so at least she should have the decency to not flirt with his widowed old man that keeps looking at her sun-warmed legs or how the sea-water's making the ends of her hair curl after a swim...but really, she can't help it. and neither can baelor..........
