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King Duncan the Just and Lord Commander of the Kingsguard Baelor

DUNK/BAELOR EXCHANGE EVENT COMING SOON

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So imagine an a/b/o AU where Duncan grew up at court as the son of a minor lord.

Over the years he and the older Targaryen children bond so well that you can rarely find one all alone; servants and members of the family or court often talk of finding them all sneaking pastries from the kitchens, creating the loudest table at dinners, playing games and laying in the gardens speaking High Valyrian (they all taught Duncan how to speak it as soon as they could do it fluently), or making up their own kinds of archery/sparring/riding competitions.

And when the younger dragon's are born one after the other, and Duncan can be found holding or playing with the pups more often then their nurses/parents!

Daeron, Aerion, and Valarr all age into beautiful, light-haired alphas worthy of the name Targaryen, and they comfort an unpresented Duncan as time goes by, comfortable in the theory that he was simply a Beta or a late bloomer.

Life is good, court is still strange and somewhat foreign to Duncan, but its okay so long as he can remain with his dragons.

But life changes.

On the morning of his 19th nameday, Duncan presents as an Omega when the whole keep thought him to be a Beta. The news spreads all throughout the Red Keep by mid morning - how could such a large boy turn out to be blessed by the Mother? Why had it taken so long for the Seven to bless him so?

Word reaches the royal family as they break their fast. Queen Myriah is ecstatic, another omega to join her, King Daeron is polite in his astonishment but whispers his prayer that the boy makes it through his presentation with little to no pain.

Baelor and Maeker agree with him but are indifferent to the news as a whole, but they do notice how quiet Daeron, Aerion, and Valarr are as they exchange glances across the table, words passing with a single shared look between the three of them. The brothers dismiss it as worry for their friend and leave it at that.

The children - Aegon, Matarys, Daella, and Rhae - are too young to full understand, but they are happy either way.

A few days later and Duncan has recovered enough to rejoin his friends in the garden. The dragons go to greet him but before they can get any words out, the smell of patchouli and musk floats over to them on the breeze to steal the breath from their lungs.

They had all thought him comely before, but with his new scent coupled with that of the coppery hair that brushed his shoulders, the freckles that danced across his skin like constellations, his eyes of pure summer-sky blue, and the strength that grew more physically obvious as days went by - well, lets just say, Duncan was something carved by the Seven themselves and blessed by the Mother and Maiden themselves. It was difficult to stare at such beauty for too long, but it hurt just as much to look away.

They all continue on with the way life was, with Duncan only being stolen away a few times a day to take lessons on "how to be a good omega".

And one day, when its obvious by the suns position that he is set to be taken away to a musty library and sat at a too small desk for a few hours as a tutor talks in a monotone voice on the best ways to keep house, Aerion comes up with the great idea to steal Duncan away first.

They flee on horseback when they hear his tutor calling for him. They go swimming in a safer, more secluded part of the Blackwater Rush.

But Duncan is blind to Aerion's wandering eyes as he undresses, the blush that sits high on Valarr's cheeks when he watches Duncan climb out of the river with water dripping from his pale, freckled skin, and the warm glances that Daeron keeps throwing at him as they lay naked to dry in the sun.

Life goes on, with Duncan never catching on to the longing, and sometimes lustful, gazes his friends shoot his way.

During a feast held to honour something, Duncan is dressed in a manner befitting a royal event - its not a gown, but its as close as it could get. It's a beautiful outfit in forest green that's branded with the elm tree of his house, with chains and brocades of gold and a star coronet.

He catches the eye of many, but none more that House Targaryen. Rightfully so, Daeron, Aerion, and Valarr are bewildered and ashamed at the way their bodies react to the sight of their friend, but what they don't see is the reaction Duncan has garnered from Maekar and Baelor. They too are ashamed at their own reactions, both physically and mentally, but it is all washed away and replaced with want and jealousy when they notice Duncan laughing and dancing with a certain alpha stag.

In that moment, each and everyone of Duncan's suitors (whether that be father, uncle, nephew, son, or even horny stag) decides to make it his life mission to earn Duncan's loyalty and love.

Who will our beautiful, honourable Duncan choose?

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Wow okay that took some serious brain effort to type out. I'm sorry that was so long and probably very difficult to read, at some point it stopped being the outline of an idea and turned into me basically telling you the story lol. I did rush the ending a little, i wanted to focus on Maekar, Lyonel, and Baelor a lot more but i cannot focus on the time and i have to leave soon, but who knows maybe i'll revisit this.

I would love to see this as a more fleshed out AU, and i honestly got this idea as a more Hedgestorm idea, but i haven't really written it like that (very strange for me) and you dont have to either!

Also, I always headcannon Dunk as knowing like the kitchen Spanish version of Essos languages because of the amount of jobs he's taken. Immigrants and hedge knights probably take a lot of the same jobs.

headcanon can be found in masterpost > akotsk masterpost > polyglot duncan headcanon

Low Valyryan (which I think is what they speak in Tyrosh?) is one of the few languages he can hold a basic conversation in but he isn't fluent in it.

Also, Dunk didn't know that Kiera spoke it at first until he heard her talking to herself a bit (probably complaining about something the Targs did at dinner) and he's like "same girl" in the same language, then they stare at each other for a minute and proceed to talkk in Low Valyryan from then on, Kiear because she's happy to finally have someone to talk to and Dunk because he likes her company and doesn't mind the occasion to better his lexicon.