Seraph

Trans male homo writer who wants to see himself in more stories

[writerseraphim]

☆INTRO☆

Hi i am Serpah/Seraphim, i am a trans male omni writer who happens to also be autistic.

I will mainly be writing fanfics on this blog, spefically x male reader and x trans male reader, and occasionally include autistic reader, as i see a lack of these fics on tags and want to help more people feel seen and be able to imagine themselves comfortably in the fic!

Ai will never be used in my work and i will never consent to my work being put through ai!

Masterlist

Fandoms i will write for

JJK, Westeros (all got media), Moriarty the patriot, Xmen, Dc, Dragon age, Mass effect and Beauty and the beast!

Rules for fanfic requests (NOW OPEN)

1. I will not write smut, there is alot out there and i am not comfortable or good at writing it

2. I will only write trans male and male readers, because once again there is many female reader fanfics out there for characters, i also will only be writing for male characters x reader

3. Please always be respectful and patient, i have a chaotic life and may take time to complete fanfics or respond to requests

4. Any bullying or rude comments/requests will result in deletion under posts and being blocked

Thank you for reading!

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Reblog if you're transmasc, support trans men, or want a chocolate chip cookie

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bringing this to tumblr because a realer thing has literally never been said

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reblog if you would never let ai write fanfics for you

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Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

[writerseraphim]

Sorry i haven't been active recently!! I am currently working on a sukuna x trans male autistic reader, and then i will be working on a story with maekar! If you have any ideas for what you want to see in a maekar x male/trans male reader comment! (Also sorry i am tagging this under the tags for each characters)

[writerseraphim]

Small rant because i am dysphoric and can't write fics rn

But i was scrolling through x trans male reader and basically all of it was smut, NO HATE TO PEOPLE WHO LIKE THAT AND READ IT, I AM NOT JUDGING, I am just annoyed we don't have more fluff for trans male readers, or just male readers, i am also annoyed that some won't even be tagged or anything like a cw and i start to read then boom smut, even a fic i was reading about dunk (it was fem but i was desperate to read about him) started out sweet then boom smut! And there had been no warnings about it, i just wish more fluff existed because smut isn't all that people want to read, while it has a big audience, fluff also has a big audience and needs more fics because the amount of fics i have started then had to put down because smut just randomly appeared in the story 😭 like even just that emoji with 18 on it would be enough to atleast warn, NO HATE BTW TO ANY OF THIS STUFF, I AM JUST RANTING/RAMBLING BECAUSE THIS IS STUCK IN MY HEAD, I AM ALSO SORRY FOR PUTTING THIS UNDER THE X READER/TRANS MALE READER/MALE READER TAG, I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO TAG IT

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If you haven't heard, the em dash has been getting a lot of attention lately…

Because it was trained on pirated work—including freely accessible online writing (like fanfic, academic texts)—ChatGPT picked up patterns and quirks native to human writing.

Including (sigh) the em dash.

There are other victims here (RIP tapestry and delve 🫠), but the appropriation of the em dash—a punctuation mark beloved by writers everywhere—feels especially personal.

A kind of low-grade panic is ensuing. Writers who once memed their own em dash overuse—the greatest punctuation mark ever to grace the control-freak’s lexicon, frankly—are suddenly backing away to avoid accusations.

No. More. We have centuries of dash-abusing writers behind us. We will not sit quietly while AI repurposes our beloved stilted aside—or the just-one-more clarification the sentence demands—or the dramatic pause your comma could never—etc.

You don’t write like AI—AI writes like you.

Defend the em dash.

(Feel free to download/share/stick it where it matters!)

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Bertie carvel my king 👑

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The past haunts us all{Maekar Targaryen x Trans!male reader}

MASTERLIST

Disclaimer: still haven't watched akotsk, and this is set before the show, there is also a few timeskips {Just a few weeks each time}

summary: You are married to Maeker, a year after his wife Dyanna dies. You two come to an agreement and expect no love from this marriage, but even the slowest of burns come to blaze {ITS A CORNY SENTENCE I KNOW, SHUSH}

Cw:slight age gap reader is 20 and Maeker 31. mention of death in childbirth(Dyanna), Violence with mentions of blood, misgendering

Words:2270

MY WORK IS NOT AND WILL NEVER BE AI, I DO NOT CONSENT TO AI USING MY WORK TO TRAIN ITSELF

Ages of maekerlings: Daeron 12, Aerion 11, Aemon 4, Daella 3, Aegon 2, Rhae 1

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As the ‘daughter’ of a high ranking noble house, you knew your duty, marry into another high ranking house and become a broodmare for your husband, this fact had been drilled into you for as long as you can remember. You always expected that you would just marry into high ranking house, but what you didn’t expect was to marry a widowed prince of house Targaryen, Princess consort Dyanna Dayne had died only a year ago giving birth to Princess Rhae.

Everybody knew how much Prince Maekar Targaryen loved his wife, the two married young and had six children in total, and everybody knew how much her death devastated the prince, so when King Daeron announced that his youngest son would be marrying again, it shocked the realm, and immediately started the scheming of Lord’s and how to get their daughters to be a princess.

You hadn’t been too interested in the prospect of marrying a prince, but your father was very interested and through a stroke of luck had you betrothed and married to Maekar with a few months.

Your wedding had been grand but small in comparison to other royal weddings, you didn’t mind and Maekar didn’t seem to either from what you saw of your new husband. The day after the wedding you were off to Summerhall, Maekar rode on his horse while you sat in a carriage with his two eldest, Daeron and Aerion, the four youngest of his children having remained in Summerhall.

Aerion glares at you with the same violet eyes Maekar has and Daeron is fast asleep from having been up the whole night.

“You won’t replace her” Aerion hisses and you nod, understanding that the young boy is still mourning his mother.

“I don’t expect to, a mother can never truly be replaced” You reply softly as you shift in the uncomfortable dress, you hated being stifled in this horrid thing, it makes you far too aware of your body and position in society.

It takes two weeks to reach Summerhall from Kings landing, and when you arrive it is a beautiful day, the sun is shining and makes the castle look magnificent, you are led inside by one of the knights under Maekar’s command, Maekar having already headed inside followed by his sons.

You are greeted by your ladies in waiting, the same ladies who served Dyanna Dayne, they all curtsy but you can feel their resentment towards you, after introductions you are quickly taken away to learn your way around the castle by the housekeeper, who is a middle aged woman. After the exhausting first day in your new home, you’re led to the room where you will be having dinner, it already sits ready for you, Maekar is already sitting there at the table and looks up at you then looks back at his food, you quickly go to your seat and start to eat, the servants file out and leave you two alone, the only noise is a crackle from the fireplace.

“We have not yet talked” Maekar states simply, you look up in surprise as the last you heard his voice was at the sept exchanging your vows.

“No, we haven’t” You reply simply as you eat some of the steak on your plate.

“We should come to an agreement about what we both expect from this marriage” Maekar says as he leans back in his chair, you nod and straighten your back.

“I will go first, i don’t expect love from you, i know that you loved your wife and i will not replace her, but what i do expect is honesty and respect, aswell some freedom,” You explain as you sip your wine, Maekar looks surprised then nods and his eyes begin to study you.

“Freedom as in your desire to bed others outside our marriage?”

“God’s no, when i say freedom, i mean the desire to dress and act as i wish while not at court, because i am what people call peculiar, since how i feel inside is not how i look outside”

Maekar raises an eyebrow at that and sips his wine, deciding not to question what your words mean.

“Very well, it is good we are in agreement then because all i want is honesty and respect to” Maekar says, you smile and raise your chalice, he raises his own, you clink your chalices together and both take a big sip.

Weeks pass in this comfortable arrangement, you stop wearing dresses, much to the disagreement of your ladies in waiting, you wear more manly looking clothes and even cut your hair short, citing the warm climate as the reason for the cut, some of the servants and especially your ladies in waiting criticise the decision, both behind your back and to you, but Maekar never comments 0n it whenever you two see each other in the castle or while eating dinner. You begin to bond with the young princes and princesses of Summerhall, Aerion and Daeron are still wary of you, but the youngest four adore you, Aemon always makes you read him stories, while Daella makes you play in the gardens with her, but Aegon and Rhae bond to you the most, the young boy and babe often cry for you, Aegon always waddling behind you in the halls, while Rhae always wants to be in your arms, they are the ones who can’t remember their mother the most, so you theorise this is why they cling to you.

Maekar takes notice of the fact that four out of six of his children seek out your presence, it makes his heart melt but also ache, because it should be Dyanna in that place, not you.

“They are growing close to you” Maekar comments one night while you two eat dinner, you nod and swallow the food you had been eating.

“They have, and while i am glad that your children seem to like my presence, or atleast tolerate it in Aerion and Daeron’s case, i can’t help but feel guilty” You reply, Maekar looks surprised then nods, going quiet again, just like your first night here at Summerhall, his eyes study you.

“May i ask why you dress like a man and have your hair like a mans?” Maekar asks hesitantly as he looks at you.

“We agreed to be honest with each other, and respect each other, so what i say next cannot leave this room or change your respect for me” You say with seriousness in your voice, Maekar nods as he tilts an eyebrow.

“I told you the first night that ‘how i feel inside is not how i look outside’ well that is fact because inside i feel as a man, not a woman like i have been told that i am.” You explain and watch his reaction, first you see shock then confusion, and eventually acceptance.

“I see, i have heard of such people across the sea all the way in the free cities, but this does change my respect for you as it has doubled, because you have been able to hide yourself so well but not given up your true self” Maekar replies softly, your eyes widen at his words and blush slightly, your eyes also slightly teary as you mouth a quiet thank you.

Maekar stands from his seat and comes close when you tears fall, he sits in the empty chair near you and takes your hand, holding it in his, the simple act of comfort makes you smile.

That night makes you and Maekar grow closer, through the next few weeks he begins to spend more time around you, even as the ghost in his mind of Dyanna haunts him whenever he sees you with Rhae or Aegon. But something unexpected happens through those weeks, a fragile love forms, between every meal, every moment spent, every playtime with his children, every night where he watches you read to his gaggle of children even Aerion and Daeron being there to hear you read, and the fragile love especially blooms anytime you go to comfort him when he seems lost in the thought of Dyanna.

It all comes to a head one night when Maekar is awoken by one of his knights to inform him of an incident, he immediately is out of bed and follows the knight to hall, where he can the Maester tend to a wound on your hand, your lower arm looking stained with blood as guards hold one of your ladies in waiting, a dagger with blood on it laying on the floor, Daeron and Aerion are glaring at the woman while standing near you.

“What happened here?” Maekar demands in a stern voice.

“She attacked Y/N!” Aerion replies as he scowls, Daeron nods in agreement with his younger brother as they turn to look at Maekar. Maeker eyes turn to you as the Maester tends to you, trying to gauge how badly you were hurt

“I am fine” You say when you meet Maekar’s gaze. Aerion and Daeron turn to look at you in disbelief.

“FINE!?!?! YOUR ARM IS BLEEDING!” Aerion and Daeron shriek.

Maekar ignores the two boys and you for the moment as he walks towards the woman his guards hold.

“Explain, quickly” Maekar growls out as he grips the woman's chin, her eyes are crazed as she stares up at him.

“She was replacing Dyanna! I couldn’t let her get away with it!” The woman yells as she scowls, Maekar tenses and looks to you, but it’s Daeron who catches his fathers attention with one comment

“You are Wrong! I loved my Mother and will remember her better than my siblings, and even though my little siblings have started to think Y/N is their mother, they always make sure that they know their mother was Dyanna!” Daeron snaps as he clings to your unaffected arm, you look at Daeron and smile. Maekar stands frozen then turns to the woman again.

“The punishment for hurting the spouse of a Prince, is death” Maekar hisses quietly, then he signals his guards to take the woman away, of course the woman wails and kicks as she is taken away.

All of Maekar’s attention now turns to you and his sons.

“What are you two doing up” Maekar asks firstly.

“Daeron dreamed of a knife and Mother, and i was hungry, so we came to find Y/N together, and saw the attack so we may have tackled that stupid lady” Aerion says.

“Aerion bit the lady” Daeron adds and Aerion nods giving a grin, showing his bloodstained teeth. Maekar just stares at the two boys for a minute with a look of shock before turning his full attention to you.

“It will scar, but should heal with a short amount of time” The Maester informs you after finishing stitching your palm back together, you nod and thank the Maester quietly as he leaves, taking the two little princes with him.

“Are you feeling alright?” Maekar asks shakily as he kneels infront of you, taking your injured hand in his carefully, You nod as you see the slight fear in his eyes.

“The little dragons came just in time”

“I should’ve been with you, i could’ve kept you safe, why are you even out of your chambers?”

“I was on a little night stroll when i came in here, and Maekar you cannot blame yourself, do not take this incident to heart” You whisper as your uninjured hand cups his cheek, the white haired man leaning into the touch as tears begin to fall.

“I could’ve lost you like i lost her” Maekar whispers, his voice shaky, you sigh and start to caress his face.

“You didn’t lose me though, i am right here”

“But i could’ve and i would’ve lost you before i got to love you or even tell you that i love you!” Maekar snaps as he begins to sob, his face falling in your lap. His words stun you then you smile softly as you nudge his head up, when you meet gazes, he sees it in your eyes, Love.

“Well for starters, i love you too, and i promise that i shall never let myself be in a position to leave you, ever again” You whisper, Maekar is speechless then gets up a bit, and before you know it he is kissing you, after a moment of shock you return the kiss, your hands going to his face while his own hands go to your waist, holding you like you will turn to dust in his hands. The kiss is desperate but turns soft when he calms down from his fear of losing you, you both pulls for air and he smiles, looking at you like a man desperate to live again.

Maekar stands up then bends down slightly to pick you up in a bridal carry, you yelp and laugh. Maeker carries you all the way up to his chambers, depositing you on the bed before he closes the door. You lay on the bed and just smile, happy beyond your wildest dreams, as you know this marriage isn’t duty, and Maeker loves the man you are.

“Time for me to finally cherish every moment with my husband” Maekar whispers as he lays down beside you and kisses you again.

While a part of Maekar’s heart will always belong to Dyanna and her memory, another part belongs to you and will belong to you forevermore, As Dyanna was the woman of his life, and you are the man of his life.

[writerseraphim]

A Knight's heart {Lyonel Baratheon x Male Reader}

MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: You and Lyonel are childhood friends, you now a knight serve him and watch over him during one of his famous feasts, beforing taking care of him

DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NOT YET WATCHED AKOTSK AND THIS IS SET BEFORE THE SHOW SO I WILL BE USING KNOWLEDGE I HAVE OF LYONEL IN THIS FIC SORRY IF OCC, THIS IS ALSO NOT PROOFREAD

CW:slight mention of sex, its only alluded to. Drinking

Words:982

MY WORK IS NOT AND WILL NEVER BE AI, I DO NOT CONSENT TO AI USING MY WORK TO TRAIN ITSELF

As a knight, you have many duties and expectations on you, especially being a knight so close to the infamous ‘Laughing Storm’ Ser Lyonel Baratheon, heir of the Stormlands, and your childhood friend. You were just a boy when you were sent to ward at Storms end, and when you met Lyonel, your whole world changed, he has always been energetic and fearsome, you followed him like a lost puppy back then, you two were so attached at the hip that servant’s didn’t question you when found sleeping beside him in his chambers, he was your protector and only sense of home you had.

You two have evolved since those times, especially with him now being a Lord in all but name, and you his favourite knight. Currently Lyonel is having one of his famous feasts which always grow chaotic, you stand behind him in your armour, having refused any wine which is in no short supply for this feast, Lyonel is filling the room with his laughter as people start to dance, stomping and kicking in the air which is typical for many stormland dances. Your eyes are sharp, scanning the hall for anybody who looks like they would try to hurt Lyonel or one of the other guests, your eyes snap to a woman who approaches Lyonel and sits beside him, her intentions very clear with the gaze she is giving the black haired man, honestly you can’t blame her, Lyonel is attractive, very attractive, your thoughts begin to stray because of this, you shake your head and go back to your self assigned task.

Lyonel laughs and flirts with the woman but takes it no further than that, his gaze always finding its way to you with a smirk, you roll your eyes when you catch his gaze, which makes the devious man smirk more, he stands up and hops on the table, starting to dance and kick, his little gold earring shining in the light as you look at him, Gods above, old and new, this man loves to torment you. His body sways and moves to the rhythm of the music and the stomping of people around him, when people join him on the tables, he takes it in stride and dances around the people, his laughter growing louder and louder as he moves, this is where he is in his element apart from when in a fight.

It’s only when he near falls of the table do you decide he needs bed, so you walk over and stand infront of him as he dances still on the table.

“Lyonel, it’s time for you to retire to your chambers for the night” You say sternly with your arms crossed, he just laughs and grins.

“Are you trying to bring the mood down, my dearest friend” Lyonel shouts and the people around him shout to to try echo his statement as he looks down on you. You take a deep breath then grab the man by the hips and throw him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes. For a moment everybody in the room including the musicians go silent before Lyonel erupts into laughter and all the noise quickly resumes as you walk out of the hall with Lyonel still laughing while on your shoulder.

It only takes a few minutes to reach his chambers, you having memorised the route, you open the door with one hand while the other holds Lyonel, you shut the door with your foot before walking to the bed and depositing him on it, Lyonel just looks up at you with a grin as you sigh.

“So serious nowadays, where is the boy who used to help me sneak off to taverns” Lyonel teases as you go to grab his sleep clothes from his wardrobe.

“He grew into a man, who takes care of your drunk ass” You reply as you make him sit up on the bed and start to take his top layers off, this makes him grin wildly and waggle his eyebrows at you.

“Gonna undress me, my knight in shining armour?’

“Shush Lyonel, because one i know what you are thinking and that is not happening tonight, and two you are very drunk”

Lyonel pouts at that and lets you undress without a fight, once he is naked you dress him in his sleep clothes. When you go to distance yourself, he grips onto the front of your armour.

“Don’t leave me, i won’t try anything, just stay” Lyonel whispers, you smile for the first time all night and nod, kissing his forehead before pulling away to get out of your armour, Lyonel tries to help from where he is on the side of the bed, but his hands just fumble and he gives up, watching you as you get all of the metal layers off, and then when you are finally in your underclothes does he pull you into the bed by the scruff of your neck.

“You are a clingy drunk” You tease softly as you pull the covers over your bodies, while he entangles his limbs with yours and nuzzles close.

“Gods forbid i wish to sleep with the one i love” Lyonel replies, as he closes his eyes, your whole body melts at the word ‘love’, you know that you two can never be together properly, and that someday he will have to take a wife, but you shall cherish the present, and memorise everything about him.

You blow out the candles, in the darkness you feel comfortable, more safe, especially as Lyonel moves a bit and kisses you, you return the kiss, and while it’s messy because of the wine you taste on Lyonel’s lips, it’s also soft, you pull away and listen to Lyonel as he whines aswell complains, before you both fall asleep in the comfort of each other’s arms.

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☆Masterlist☆

ONLY MALE/TRANS MALE READER

FICS ALSO ON A03

Westeros

Baelor Targayen: Complicated Love

Lyonel Baratheon: A Knights heart

Maekar Targaryen: The past haunts us all

Dragon age

Mass Effect

Beauty and the Beast

DC

Xmen

JJK

Moriarty the Patriot

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A complicated love {Baelor Targaryen X trans male reader}

Masterlist

Summary: Your husband Baelor doesn't know you feel like a man on the inside and you are scared to tell him until something happens

DISCLAIMER: I haven't watched the show yet and i know how with the sorta period akotsk is set that you would think trans people aren't common or there but they were also this world had dragons so who cares! Also please be kind any rude or bullying comments will be deleted and users blocked.

CW: MISGENDERING, DYSPHORIA, BREAKDOWNS, SELF HARM, TRANSPHOBIA KINDA {NOT FROM BAELOR} IMPLIED PAST CHILD ABUSE

TAKES PLACE BEFORE AKOTSK AND USES Y/N BUT VERY LITTLE

D/N MEANS DEADNAME

Words:1861 {NOT PROOFREAD SO BE WARNED}

Being married to the crown prince who happens also to be hand of the king and protector of the realm is a true honor, especially when that man is Baelor ‘Breakspear’ Targaryen. He is a kind and honorable man who many respect, and your marriage had been arranged when you were just 16 years old and he 17 years old, it was a political move as your house is old and wealthy, having been in westeros since before the conqueror.

You and your Prince husband are now 27 and 28, and only married for 2 years, you are only now getting time to spend with your husband truly as your first year of marriage had been interrupted by the Blackfrye rebellion, a time which caused much stress and ultimately triumph for the crown.

You were sitting in the vast library of the red keep, staring out the window at birds, your ladies in waiting were sitting at your feet talking about knights or the kingsguard and who they would rather be with, you were disinterested in this topic because one, your husband is perfect even in the little time you two have had together, but secondly you can’t help but want to be those knights, strong and noble men who all praise and see as a man and question nothing about what they are. This has been a common thought for sometime, even when you were young, the desire to be a man and not questioned if you are one or not, you have never discussed this to anyone of course, you know it’s not right and you would be called mad and sent away, but still the desire to be seen as who you desire to be, the man you are inside.

Abruptly you’re shaken out of your thoughts when your ladies in waiting stand up and curtsy to the man that has just entered, your husband, the prince, Baelor, he smiles and looks at you with a softness, you smile back and with a wave of your hand dismiss your ladies who quickly scurry away and giggle, closing the library door behind them.

“They seem giddy today” Baelor says as he crosses to you and kisses your check, you near melt because how lucky are you to have gotten such a handsome and sweet husband.

“They are always giddy when seeing a future king appear” You whisper as you pull him into your chair, he laughs loudly.

“I see that i am the one in your lap today, my love?” Baelor teases as you smirk and nod, even if your legs are begging for freedom from his weight, Baelor is not fat of course but his muscle makes him quite heavy. The moment is sweet and you love these moments, because for one second he lets go the seriousness of  being a future king and hand of the king.

Later on in the day, at a feast for Baelor’s youngest brother Maeker visit home with his lady wife Dyanna Dayne, their two young sons with them Young Daeron named after the King and Aerion who unlike his brown haired brother had the same silver hair as his hair, with them was also the young babe Aemon, who many were cooing over as he sat in his mothers arms, while Maeker tried to keep Daeron and Aerion under control.

You sat beside Dyanna, listening to all the ladies of the court talk about Aemon, the young babe soaking in the attention, while Dyanna smiles and tries not to look tired, you under the table squeeze her leg hoping to offer some comfort, Dyanna looks at you and smiles but softly this time.

Baelor meanwhile is playing with Daeron and Aerion who are running circles around the crown prince, Maeker is sitting on the other side of Dyanna slightly asleep, its clear that the young couple were very worn out from their children, after this observation is when you hear the comments

“I wonder when the crown prince will finally start to have children”

“It will need to be soon, a lady isn’t able to get pregnant forever”

“It is such a pity that lady D/N hasn’t yet produced an heir”

The final comment makes you tense and excuse yourself as Dyanna gives you a sad look, you leave the grand hall and walk through the corridors, trying to calm yourself and push away the comments from your brain, it’s not like its the first comment of that nature, after all you knew your duty as wife of the crown prince, but it doesn’t make the fear or horror at the idea of pregnancy and the cemented position as a woman, a lady, nothing more than a broodmare in the eyes of high society.

You eventually make your way to you and Baelors chambers, you shut the door behind you and immediately strip yourself of your dress, until you are in your underclothes. You sit down in a chair by the fireplace and stare into it, the ashes of a long dead fire are all you can see.

After a few minutes of staring in silence you gain a small courage and stand, then open Baelors closet, you run your hands over the fabric of his clothes, then you daringly take out a set of his clothes and begin to dress yourself, once dressed you find a ribbon and tie your hair back to make it look short, and with a small voice echoing from your chest you look into the mirror.

The reflection looking back at you in the mirror makes you gasp then smile, Baelors clothes are baggy on you but Gods above old and new do you want to cry from happiness, you look so much more like how you feel inside.

That happiness quickly turns into fear when you hear the door open, you quickly turn around and see Baelor standing in the doorway looking confused and slightly shocked, he steps into the room and closes the door behind him, meanwhile you are trying to take off the clothes and undo the ribbon holding back your hair.

“My love, may i ask why you are in my clothes?” Baelor asks softly like he is talking to a scared animal.

“I am sorry, i don’t know what i was doing, please don’t hurt me” You beg, remembering when your lord father found you dressed up as a boy and hurt you till you passed out.

“Love, i would never hurt you, i am just curious” There is no judgment in the soft voice of your husband and it causes your tears that had been building to fall, this makes Baelor cross the room and take you into his arms, rubbing your back as your cries fill the cold room.

It feels like hours past before your tears dry, gently Baelor pushes you away from his chest to take your face in his hands, wiping away the wetness of your cheeks, his eyes are full of curiosity and sadness.

“Please, talk to me, you do not need to be afraid of me or to talk to me, let me know you wholly so i can love every part of you” Baelor whispers as he kisses your cheek, the softness and care of the situation makes you melt, and you do want him to love you wholly, you are desperate for it, but you do not know if you can tell him the whole truth incase he is disgusted by you, or worse sends you away calling you mad.

Baelor leads you to the bed and you both sit down, side by side, his hands caressing your face. You look into his eyes and search for any hint of disgust at your appearance currently, your hair is down again but you are still partially in his clothes. You after a long silence decide that you shall tell him, because he has to be different from your father and how he reacted, you hope he will understand.

“Baelor, since i was young, i have struggled.. With my appearance, not in the normal way where i think myself ugly. I struggle in a more complicated way, i have inside always seen myself as a man.” You utter the last word in such a shaky way that you think you shall cry again. Your eyes look away from Baelor, terrified of what you will see. Baelor is quiet as he lets the word you just said set in.

“Is this why you are wearing my clothes” His voice is quiet but free of judgment and disgust, you take a big breath and nod your head.

“I guess i understand why you slightly tense anytime i or someone calls you a lady or a wife” Baelor mumbles, this makes you look up at him and gasp quietly at the fact there is such understanding in his eyes, no disgust, no hate, no judgment. He looks at you and smiles softly

“You are still the person i fell inlove with when we met, i don’t love you for your body, i love you for your personality and your talents”

“You don’t think me insane?”

Baelor laughs at that quietly and shakes his hand as he grabs the ribbon you discarded when he came in, he gently ties your hair back again and smiles.

“I doubt you are the only one in the world who feels this way, i can bet you across the sea there is plenty of people like you who had the luxury to be who they are.” Baelor replies as he kisses you, its soft and feels so full of love, immediately you return the kiss and put your arms around his shoulders, leaning into him more.

When Baelor pulls away you huff slightly having enjoyed the kiss which makes him laugh loudly this time.

“I am glad you opened up to me, my love. I hope you know that i will always love you, and support you”

“Baelor, in private can you call me Y/N, please, that’s the name i always called myself inside, and i know i can’t be wholly myself in public because of our position, but i want to be myself when its just us two” You near start to ramble to justify your request, but Baelor quickly shuts down the ramble with a quick kiss and nods.

“Of course, you can even dress however you wish when it’s just us, infact, i have an idea if your hair being so distresses you” Baelor whispers with a slight grin. You tilt your head and look curious but with a nod confirm that your hair being so long causes some distress about how you feel about your appearance.

“We can have it cut short, as short as you want it and give the excuse it’s to make your duties easier since you spend so much time around the small folk” Baelor explains and you look at him with wide eye before laughing and thinking about how scared you had been earlier.

“Who knew my husband was such a schemer”

“Anything to make my husband comfortable in his own body.”

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