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When you’re bringing your first child into the world, everyone will tell you it’s a different feeling than you’ve ever felt. Especially your first son. They tell you that you will forever be scared of your child dying, that you will love so fiercely you would lay your own life down a hundred times, they tell you everything you could know about fathering. Yet it still is never enough.
Baelor never felt these things. Not in the way a father should have.
No, he felt more than that. When Maekar opened his violet eyes for the first time as a squealing babe, Baelor was horrified. He nearly tossed the omega boy down and sent him to hell where he belonged. Maekar was not normal. In appearance, yes. A small baby with pale skin and white hair unlike his own brown. There was nothing strange about that.
The way Maekar looked at him though. With such intelligence in his eyes, that was not normal. The King’s Hand spent hours staring at the boy. What was wrong with him? No- what was wrong with Baelor? Why was he convinced that his own child was some sort of nightmare?
On the fourth day of Maekar’s life, Baelor broke through a large wall build in his mind. Maekar was not normal but.. Extraordinary.
The boy proved it as he grew. He was strong, lacking height but had more than enough width to make up for it. As he entered the last of his teenage years Baelor found that his son was likely stronger than him. Of course being an omega, the King’s hand was proud of this fact. Though this was not entirely a good thing.
Lords above Maekar was spoiled.
Baelor’s first son. How was he supposed to say no to his first extraordinary son?
The one who cleared Jousting Tournaments, could fight by his side so young if asked, the one he was so so very proud of.
His boy.
To hell with the rest of his sons he had his God given prize right there and he could not bear to lose or upset him.
So perhaps he let the boy run rampant. Baelor was more often than not cleaning up messes that the teenager left behind. By the time Maekar reached eighteen years of age Baelor was quite sure that Maekar had harassed every stable boy they had. Twice.
By this age he should have had his son married. If nothing else then at least betrothed to an alpha. Perhaps it was Baelor’s own selfish greed of not wishing to part with his son but.. Maekar had never seemed interested in any alphas.
The omega stayed by Baelor’s side most days. Even during council meetings when he was younger, the boy would cry for hours if he was not allowed to sit on his fathers lap or pour wine.
Maekar smelled like Baelor. Sure he had his own distinctly omega scent that was sweet and enticing but it was clouded over by his father’s own musk of ash and metallics. A scent that had been so carefully forged after years of combat in battles.
Come to think of it, the only alpha Maekar had ever been interested in pleasing was.. His own father.
Surely this was not normal? Or perhaps it was. Targaryens married into their family for thousands of years.. Was this why? Baelor found himself hunting through the library in Kings Landing. Then Summerhall. Then any stray book he could find along the street vendors. For something. Any sign of a Targaryen feeling the way that he did. The way that Maekar had.
Nothing. Gods he found nothing! Baelor felt like he was quite possibly going mad.
And then Maekar’s first heat started. A simple thing, triggered by a newer alpha Kingsguard who had been on shift despite being in a terrible pre-rut. Baelor gave him a harsh scolding and sent him off while summoning a maid to watch over the omega.
It was already too late though. The scent of Maekar in heat.. The way the boy sounded tortured.. He couldn’t get it out of his mind. Baelor locked himself in his own chambers tugging himself off until he could no longer think about anything other than passing out from pure exhaustion. Though even sleep was not safe from the torment of his son. He was plagued with dreams of fucking Maekar into the mattress, soothing him through his heat, biting the boy’s scent glands and leaving his mating mark there for the entire kingdom to see.
His boy.
Claimed by his own pathetic, greedy, perverted father.
When Maekar reached twenty years of age, Baelor had had enough of his foolish behavior. He needed the boy gone. Away. He could no longer look at his own son without feeling the lust of a thousand whores.
It was due to his own spoiling that no alpha wanted the omega. That Maekar bared his teeth and growled and clawed at any Lord that came relatively near him.
It is important to note that he also acted this way towards omegas who approached his father.
The final blow came when Maekar was dragged into Baelor’s chambers, soaking wet and being scruffed like a cat by a Kingsguard.
Baelor looked up from his quill, setting it in the pot of ink with a questioning look, “What is the meaning of this?”
“Your grace,” The kingsguard put the princeling down on the floor, kneeling in front of the alpha’s desk, “The prince was caught outside of the castle grounds with a man. An alpha.”
Baelor’s body seemed to freeze. His scent spiking with anger- until he willed himself to be calm. His eyes slid to his son who was refusing eye contact apparently.
“Enough of your childish foolishness, Maekar. Look at me.” Baelor’s voice had more edge to it than it had ever before while speaking to his son.
Maekar paused, obviously aware of this. Then he met his father’s mismatched eyes, his mouth opening and closing trying to form words.
Baelor beat him to it, “In all of my years of trying to find you a mate, you have done nothing but hiss and whine like a kitten. Now you mean to tell me you deliberately disobey me and sneak off with- a common alpha i’m sure.”
“Father..” Maekar begins, “It was not like.. That. And the boy was not an alpha! He was a beta at most.” The omega glares at the kingsguard.
“Enough!” The hand of the king boomed through the room. Without looking at the knight he waved him away, “Leave us, I will handle my son.”
Then there was silence. Utter silence besides the door closing behind the alpha man.
The air was thick with tension. Baelor’s eyes never leaving his sons.
Finally, Maekar could no longer take it, “Father- I apologize, truly.”
“Do you believe this is a subject you can simply apologize for? Perhaps it was my fault for spoiling you so greatly all these years. I assumed you would be grateful for it.” Baelor’s voice was oddly calm. It scared Maekar into silence.
“For years I allowed you to turn your nose up at anything that displeased you. I believed that when the right alpha came along you would trust your instincts and I would be rid of you. Now, I no longer think that.” Baelor paused, “I think that you have always known you have your alpha in your life already. From the time you were a babe.”
The omega’s face morphed into something like confusion mixed with embarrassment.
“You’ve always known. Haven’t you? Scenting me well into your years. You’ve wanted me as long as you have been alive.”
“Father-”
“Then why would you attempt to defile yourself with a low born alpha in some river?” Baelor asked.
For a moment, Baelor thought that there was going to be another long silent pause. His heart was beating through his chest. Had he been wrong? Had his son not felt this way? No. Baelor was his father. He knew his boy better than anyone else.
“Was it to make your own father jealous? Is that it?”
Maekar gaped, “No! No- father not at all!”
“Then what was it?” Baelor couldn’t help the small growl that left his chest.
“I wanted to know what it felt like. I- I did not mean to make you jealous. I am sorry, truly.” And for a second, Baelor wanted to stop. To take the pup into his arms and hold him as long as he would let him. Just to keep him away from the world.
Maekar continued on though, “Please forgive me.”
Baelor saw his son again. Not the young man that he had become but the babe that Baelor had studied for hours. Then he recognized something. The look in Maekar’s eyes. It was the same one that the babe had given him.
In that very second Baelor realized that it was not fatherly love that he felt for this child. Or fear that he would pass from the world. It was lust. Pure raw and bare lust.
The alpha rounded his desk and grabbed his son by the nape of his neck. He shoved the boy forward onto the desk. Distantly aware of the fact that his pot of ink had been spilled everywhere. It was likely staining the expensive tunic that Maekar called his favorite but he couldn’t be bothered to care. Not when Baelor had spent years holding back. He was going to take what was his.
“I will show you exactly what it feels like.” Baelor muttered, just loud enough for Maekar to hear.