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Modern Baelor Targaryen x wife reader

summary: you and your husband baelor going on your 3rd anniversary vacation

c/w: fluff, you're just a very spoiled wife who's glowing because you're loved rightfully by your husband

a/n: miss him sm, i have a lot of ideas and concepts for off campus but i can't bring myself to write it, not after i write for my dear husband baelor

It's your 3rd anniversary, you and your husband are going on vacation. You've been busy with your work more than he is, like what he always teases you because your work consists of pilates, going on for pretty brunch, matcha with your coworkers, and more.

He never complains about it because he knows it's not something to complain about. He'd ask about your day at the end of his long, tiring day while praising you for working hard and going through your day while he kneads your sore back and treading his fingers in your scalp.

And now you're exhausted, so you asked your husband to plan all of this anniversary vacation, for you've made the whole plan, itinerary and stuff for the previous anniversary and any trips you went. He just agreed and kissed your hair lovingly while murmuring in that soft, gentle voice of his. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

Now here you are, tangled in the bedsheets on a hotel room with an amazing view. No, you didn't have sex last night. You remember checking in, walking in the door, and throwing yourself on the bed.

Your hair is a mess now, like how it always is when you wake up. But your clothes are changed, soft sleepwear cling to your skin, and your face feels light, clear. Someone must've removed it so you can sleep comfortably.

Someone in question is currently in the shower, the sound of water seeps in through your ears. You still move lazily in your bed, don't find it in yourself to get up. After a few seconds, Baelor comes out of the shower, towel in his hips. He immediately smiles once he sees you awake.

"You sleep good?" He asks with his raspy voice from the morning hour, leaning down to peck a kiss on your lips.

"Very. A mysterious man removed my make-up and changed my clothes last night, isn't it intriguing?"

He shakes his head at your antics, though the small smile you can still see in his lips. He walks towards the window to open it, warm sunlight seeps through it.

"If that man happened to be your husband, is it still intriguing?"

"No. I wouldn't be concerned about it." You put your hand on your closed eyelids. "Also, is it not too early for morning sunlight? I can barely see."

"It's 9 am, sweetheart."

You look at the digital watch on the night stand. "Then where is my croissant and coffee?" You ask in the most pleading, spoiled tone possible.

"I already asked for them to be brought to our room. Figured you'd wake up by now." He says as he casually searches for his shirt. You look at him with a smitten look in your eyes. Ah, your perfect husband. You always thank the lucky stars that night he asked you to marry him.

"And why are all showered and ready this early morning again?" You ask him in a suspicious tone. "I was not warned you'd still be a morning person on our anniversary vacation."

You can see him huffs a smile. "I'm going for a quick run. We'll see and walk around the city after you eat your breakfast in peace, yes?" Now you remembered asking him to plan the whole vacation AND make all the decisions for him and for you because you want to relax and enjoy your peace. So you can't really argue.

"Approved. I also want to wear the prettiest dress for my walk today." You raise your brows.

"Understood." When he leans in again, you grab his jaw and kiss him longer, your hand feeling the stubble on his face. He gives you one last smile before walking out the door.

Not long after, you enjoy eating your breakfast in bed, scrolling through your phone. Then you take a quick shower and when you step out of the bathroom, your beautiful dress is already laid up on the sheets, along with your heels. Your skincare and make-up products are on the vanity table.

You glance up at your husband, a camera in his hand. "I hope I'm not getting it wrong. Fujifilm xm5, right?"

You smile like a fool in front of the bathroom door, still wearing white bath robe. "Yeah, right."

"Okay. I'm gonna get ready now."

The weather is warm and sunny, making the city look even more beautiful as you walk around slowly, your arm linked with his while the two of you wander through the crowded streets. Soft laughter and distant music fill the air, and every now and then, his thumb brushes absentmindedly against your arm.

"It's really beautiful here but it's so hot." You complain as your hand fans your sweaty neck.

"We can get gelato after taking that turn." He says as he fixes your hair gently so it doesn't get in your sight.

"How do you know that?"

"I did my research." He shrugs casually.

"You did, didn't you? You're just my perfect husband with your perfect plans and research, aren't you?" You say teasingly as you pepper the side of his stubbled jaw with your little kisses and he just chuckles.

Arriving at the booth, you're baffled because there are too many interesting flavors so Baelor decides one for you. After that, he leads you to the nearest canal, and that's when you know you're gonna go for a gondola ride. He immediately greets the local gondolier, which indicates he already booked it in advance.

He offers you his hand as you climb into the gondola, while the gondolier says something about your enchanting look in his broken English, and quickly comes up with remarks. "A woman can't be this beautiful if her husband ain't treat her right." You wink at Baelor playfully and he shoots you a look, clearly entertained with your generous praises.

You settle comfortably in your seat as the gondola sways softly beneath you. You look around to soak in the view when you hear a sharp click of the camera.

"Look at you now, being professional with your camera." You look at Baelor with poorly hidden amusement.

"I just know when to capture the perfect view."

You snort. "Oh my god, who taught you that?"

He shrugs carelessly while looking at the result in the camera. "Hard not when my wife is the best view among the beautiful city."

Your cheeks tint pink at his words. While you and Baelor are lost in the moment, the gondolier looks at you two fondly.

Baelor takes a lot of pictures of you, and he's a little bashful when you insist you take turns. The gondolier offers to take pictures of you both and you surprise your husband by kissing him on the lips when you ask him to kiss your cheeks.

When you're finally back at the hotel, you look at the previous pictures. They are beautiful and perfect. His voice catches your attention.

"Do you want to get dinner now?"

You look at him from the bed and eye him from head to toe shamelessly. He raises his brows, though he doesn't really deny his small smile at your intent.

"Can we skip to the good part?"

You give your most innocent look possible as he walks towards you.

"That is one thing I can't deny myself."

He says with a gentle, playful smile before you grab his shirt and push him down to the sheets. Your giggles echo the hotel room but it's not long because he muffles it with his kiss.

This is part of a AU written with @daeronsmissingear where the AKOTSK Targaryen family own a family law firm! Check out the Baelor part they have done! ✨

-When it comes to meetings, Maekar always turns up 10-15 late. He enjoys making the others wait for him, and Baelor is less than impressed when he finally does turn up.

-Maekar doesn’t enjoy coffee, so when it comes to the assistant taking coffee orders he prefers strong tea instead.

-Maekar would prefer to work alone in his office, he’s not a people person unless he absolutely has to be (for meetings or work functions). He enjoys making the assistants flustered or nervous, it often amuses him.

-He always says that he has no time for dating whenever the subject is brought up, how he needs to focus on work but he and Baelor both know it’s because he doesn’t want to put himself out there.

BAD SISTERS

Maekar wouldn't advertise his relationship, it's a rather personal thing and he would not be so comfortable with sharing it with many people. Not that it is a forbidden/secret relationship, it's just private

I'm in too deep with these girl dad ideas, so imma make each of them, except baelor bcs it's done. Anyway, these are my headcannons, comment on whose fic I should write first!

Baelor

Baelor's life with his precious threenager is never boring. Even more exciting that there's your cat she always torments that runs for his life. Baelor's girl is curious and smart, quick to learn new things. He's very proud of her, whatever she's doing. He always makes time for her and is there through her growth, being the present and supportive dad that he is.

Maekar

His daughter would be a very, very sassy toddler. She likes pink, refuses any dresses or skirts or even shirts if there's no shred of pink in it. And she doesn't listen to her father. Badly. Well, it's not like it's her fault Maekar spoils her rotten. Even with grumbles and grunts, he'd protest to you about why you don't give your girl what she wants, what's so bad about it to not just indulge in whatever her heart desires. He can deny it all he wants but it physically pains him to see his girl's eyes glossy with upcoming tears when he says no. Guess Maekar never stands a chance.

Valarr

Valarr's daughter is born gifted and talented. She inherits his pianist's fingers, natural in pressing with a distinct, clear motion, often using curved fingers to achieve sound. Her gesture is natural even at such a young age, as if she's done this in a past life, even the sound is still messy. Valarr's heart beams in his chest when she's not even 1 year old and looking happy, giggles, and beams whenever he plays the piano in front of her. She looks at him like he's performing a masterpiece, and he genuinely believes that she'd be someday.

Aerion

Aerion's daughter would be the coolest toddler ever. People don't see it but she's the carbon copy of her dad. Meaning she's stubborn and always has her way to everything. Her role model is her dad, and she dresses like him, jeans and shirt and hat. Mannerisms like him, hands on her hips, frowns like her dad when things don't go her way. She's thriving when Aerion is doing whatever it is with his car and she's attached to his hips, asking questions and offers her help like she knows things around. And Aerion is a proud dad, smug grin on his face, watching his little minion trailing behind him, looking exactly like him.

Daeron

Daeron's girl is sweet and girly. She likes fairy and barbie and princesses. And of course, dress like one. Her wardrobe is full of those costumes because Daeron just doesn't find a reason why he shouldn't buy those and a lot more. His princess deserves the world. She likes sweets too, and they always have a dad daughter date once in the weekend to go to the cute bakery or cafe in the city and he'd buy her all the cute pastry and cake and all the aesthetic whimsy drinks she wants.

Duncan

Dunk loves his girl, truly. Maybe too much, that's why he's always anxious and pale in the face whenever his daughter forces him to teach him how to ride a bike. Obviously, she's not ready yet, at least not in a long time. Her balance is bad, her determination is worse. She'd fall several times and Dunk tries to talk her to learn another day and she'd refuse, even with scraps in her elbows and knees. The very first time she falls from her bike and cries the whole night, Dunk cannot sleep and puke in the bathroom after her daughter finally falls asleep. Yeah, he would be anxious for his girl for not a short amount of time.

PETER CLAFFEY | SER DUNCAN THE TALL

He saw it in his dreams, because of course he did. As soon as he woke up next to you that morning, he knew in his bones that it would only be a short eight and a half months until the healthy, screaming babe would be here.

It was a pleasent vision for once, one that made him buzz with excitement. And it was one of the hardest things he’d ever done- not telling you about his dream. But he wanted you to find out for yourself, it was your own body after all. So he hovered around you, constantly asking if you felt okay, bringing you tea, draping a warm blanket around you to keep you extra warm. You waved his fussing off, you felt irritated, but you didn’t know why, and constantly hungry.

“Are you doing alright, my love?” He asked you, for what felt like the hundredth time.

You rubbed your eyes, and scowled like the grumpiest angel he’d ever seen. “I’m so tired. And I’m starving but I’m not sure what I want to eat. Wait, why do you keep asking me that?”

Oscar Morgan as Alexander in Duino (Before We Forget) | #1

"You know how cats look like they don't care about anyone? If they choose you, they look straight into your eyes. And they blink."

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TOM GLYNN-CARNEY

Dunk: He would be sad for you and protective, constantly asking if you’re okay and checking in on you. Internally angry towards the cheater because he believes you should be treated with respect.

Lyonel: He would most likely drunkenly announce that a hunt is arranged to find the cheater, he uses humour to conceal how angry he is. He would insist on you staying close to him, most likely viewing you as fragile.

Aerion: He would have an outward appearance of indifference when you tell him, it almost seems like he doesn’t care. But once you’ve walked away, he’s already planning how to kill the cheater. He’d view it as a slight against him and his house, feeling it personal against him.

Valarr: He would become your comfort. He would be frustrated, but his focus would be on you and your feelings rather than seeking revenge. He’d have a bath drawn for you, he’d sit with you as you cried and he’d hold you quietly to let you get it all out.

Daeron: He would immediately suggest getting drunk. He uses it as a coping mechanism, so it’s all he knows. He struggles with comforting people, but he would sit there as you drunkenly ramble about the situation and he’d most likely make dry comments about the cheater to make you laugh.

Maekar: He would insist that he knew that the cheater wasn’t right for you all along, outwardly sounding a little arrogant about it. But he’s also very protective, and would make sure that the cheater would not step foot near you again.

Baelor: He would listen to you quietly, much like Valarr. He’d feel empathetic towards you, understanding loss himself. He’d try and make you feel confident in yourself, telling you it isn’t your fault, that you’re perfect the way you are.

Oscar Morgan