HERE IS YOUR CHANCE TO RUNāmodern!Baelor Targaryen
Baelor Targaryen x young!mom!reader
summary: Baelor, ever the man of your dreams, was stepped up to be the father your daughter needs, but then her actual father shows back up, and you are ready for him to start running for the hills.
words: 2.5k
cw: MDNI 18+ sexual themes, age gap (reader is in their 20's baelor in his 40's), mentions of absent fathers, Alyssa is reader's four year old daughter (no features described other than she has hair), lmk if I missed any
a/n: idek what this is, it just came to me the other night
It took over half a year of dating before you had introduced Baelor to your daughter, Alyssa.
And he understood your hesitancy completely. Alyssa's father had never been presence. A fling from you were eighteen. He had stuck around for exactly until the middle of the second trimester was over when he decided he was not cut out to be a father, and that partying suited him better. Leaving you at nineteen a single mother, with no one to share the responsibilities with.
You didn't talk about him much, but you had once said he was a very small portion of your life and tended not to get wrapped up in thinking about it. Baelor had never asked for his name. He did not need to know one. If you wanted to share with him, that was okay. And if you never did that was okay too.
The first time they had met she was three and a half. She had a lot of energy and only stopped talking when her lungs begged her for air. She showed him her extensive collection of play make-up that he allowed her to put on his face, before she passed out on top of him watching Frozen.
Ā You had watched the entire time, with a look in your eyes as if you were expecting him to take off running. He had learned that was your default shortly after. That everyone would flake out at some point or another.
But Baelor Targaryen was not just anyone.
Now a year later she was in a picture smooshed in between Valarr and Matarys on his desk. Next to the picture of the pair of you. She was his in everything, but blood. He went to preschool registration, was listed as the next emergency contact after you on her forms, he paid for swimming lessons, she called his parents Grammy and Grampy, and he loved her just as much as his boys.
He thought his days of chasing young children were over, but he was proven wrong, something he was grateful for as he could imagine a life without you or Alyssa.
His relationship with you was very private. You had met most of his family and attended dinners. You had gone to the few stray events for his work, but he kept you under wraps. Not because he was ashamed of you, but because he enjoyed the peace that came with not everyone in the world knowing.
The fact that you weren't constantly followed every time you went to work or out with your friends. That Alyssa's preschool did not yet have to be in one that had strict protocols and a gate to be buzzed in through like his children.
His eyes gravitated toward the large diamond glowing from the morning sun on your left finger. Though that was soon to come crashing down once the wedding invites began to be sent out.
Your hands weaved through Alyssa's hair skillfully as you had been well practiced by now. "Grammy said we can get ice cream today. She told me when she picked me up from school," she lifted her fingers counting them "Two days ago," she declared.
Baelor laughed into his coffee, "You will have to eat some for your mom and I."
"You guys can come," she reasoned with all her four and half years of logic.
"We have to pack up the house," you reminded her.
She nodded, "Right, because we are going to live in with Daddy," she added.
He smiled at the term. It was newer something she had begun called him once she started preschool hearing other's using it, but it caused a warmth to spread through him that he did not even know was possible.
You had finished tying her hair off by the time there was a knock on the door. Alyssa grabbed her bunny stuffed animal and sprinted toward the door. She bounced waiting for you to open the door.
Baelor grabbed the abandoned Frozen backup on the kitchen table that had everything she could need for a sleepover as you opened the door. He moved behind you missing the first part of greetings, "Thank you for taking her," you said politely. Looking down at Alyssa who kept trying to drag his mother off to the car.
Myriah waved it off, "Of course. I love Grammy and Alyssa days. The younger Daeron is currently staying with us so this will be a vast change in energy levels," she laughed shaking her head as she reached out taking the frozen backpack from Baelor.
"Younger Daeron?" you asked, never having met
"Oh. I thought that was Aerion."
"I am sure you will meet him soon enough. He is supposedly back for good, but we will see. Anyways I will keep her as long as you need, and make sure you take time for yourselves at some point!"
The hours dragged on, packing room after room, storing your life neatly in boxes. It had taken longer than it could have, but he enjoyed it this way. You would pause telling him stories of what each random object made had discovered and the stories it held.
But now as you were propped up on the counter.Yours and Baelor's shirts discarded in a pile on the floor as his hands and mouth roamed your body packing was the last thing on his mind.
"We were told to take some time for ourselves," he reasoned, pressing his mouth to your pulse point.
"I don't think this is what she meant," you argued, but you pushed yourself further into him. Your legs wrapped into him pulling him closer. Your nails raked down his back causing the muscles to tense under them, as he nipped at your flesh earning a low moan from you.
His hands rested on your hips, running around the waist pants of your hands. You lifted your hops slightly, using him to help hold you up, and he was beyond eager to shed another layer between the pair of you.
Then the doorbell rang followed by a pounding at the door.
He pulled away, with a frown reaching down to grab his shirt. You let out a sound of disapproval, "It is no one important. Your mum would have called if she was coming back early," you reasoned, trying to pull him back into you.
"Then let me send them away and we can continue," he answered pressing a kiss to the side of your head. You made another sound of annoyance, but did not argue, freeing him to do as he said.
He pulled a shirt over his head making his way toward the door. He should have checked through the peep hole, and he would soon come to regret this decision. He opened the door with a polite grin, but paused immediately. The last person he would ever expected to knock on your door stood before him.
Daeron. Daeron Targaryen. Maekar's eldest son. His nephew, Daeron.
Baelor did not answer for a moment blinking in confusion wondering if this was some dream, because suddenly reality made no sense.
The high of lust from moments ago went away as if he had just been drenched in a bucket of ice cold water, "What?" The man paused looking around to make sure he was in fact in your home instead of his own, "What are you doing here?"
"IāI saw a picture at Gram's and Alyssaā" his words were cut off, by another voice. Sterner, shaper, full of annoyance that you currently felt at being interrupted..
"Baelor whoā" your words died immediately as your eyes locked on the man in the doorway. "What the fuck are you doing here?" you asked, suddenly it was no longer annoyance, but burning hot anger. Your tone taking form that Baelor had never heard.
His mismatched eyes flickered between you both, only filling with more confusion by the minute, "You know him?" he asked in confusion, as only hours ago you had no clue who they were referencing.
You stopped beside him, your jaw locked, "This is Alyssa'sā¦" you made a gesture with your hand, because in your mind you did not believe he deserved the title of father. "How do you know him?"
It clicked instantly for Baelor, his eyes widening even further as he turned toward his nephew, "Oh. This is Maekar's eldest son."
Now your eyes widened , your face matching his his before you turned back to Daeron, "You have got to be fucking kidding me!"
The main indication of your anger was the fact that you did not make tea nor shove food in front of the new guests face like you did with everyone else. You refused to sit at the table standing behind Baelor as you glared at Daeron who looked around the home awkwardly.
"You said your name was Daemon Dayne," you suddenly declared, the edge in your voice clear as day.
"I lied," he admitted, as if you needed it.
You scoffed, shaking your head, "I caught onto that now thanks."
Baelor let out a sigh, trying his best to muster a kind smile, "Why are you here, Daeron?" he asked, plainly, but it did have the bite it would coming from you.
The younger nodded, "Right. Well. I was at Gram's and I saw Alyssa. She was just playing with her stuffed bear or whatever, and "I was like huh? Who is that?" Well, I did not think anything of it, and then I put the pieces together on who she was, " he answered, with a shrug.
The story did not sound like a full one, missing details, and you seemed to be ready to call that out as your voice immediately cut through the tense air, "Howā¦" you trailed off for a second your eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Baelor watched you curiously trying to figure out where your train of thought was headed, "How did you know that was her? You've never met her. Why did you think Baelor's mum would have her I never met your family?"
He was silent for a moment, causing the elder man's attention to drift back toward him, awaiting his answer. You watched him closely, one that would send chills back toward most mens spines.
Daeron opened his mouth and closed it a few times before finally, "I saw a picture of you and Alyssa with Baelor and his boys," he admitted, as he looked away for only a minute trying to conceal the features on his face. You barked out a laugh as if you saw straight through him, shaking your head as you turned away from the table, shaking your head before facing them once more. "Gram wouldn't let me meet her, but I am her fatherā"
"Baelor is Alyssa's father," you said cutting him off. Both men turned toward you, "He has been here when you have been doing off doing Gods knows what for almost five years! You have no right to show up here, because you saw a picture of me and him, because other than you would not have even spared us a second thought!"
"That is notā" Daeron started, but did not get far.
"It is not your turn to talk," you continued cutting him off, "Alyssa is four and a half years old. I did not even start dating Baelor until she was three and half. That was almost four years for you to decide you made a mistake and seek us out, but you didn't."
Baelor stood, to you resting a hand on your shoulder trying to provide you a sense of comfort, but you did not turn toward him. Your burning gaze stayed locked on Daeron as you continued on, "He has been the one to be there for the last year, and actually give meaning to the word father. If you really want to be in her life you will put in the work, and not show up here on a whim, because you saw a picture of me and your uncle. Now I think you need to leave. My number is still the same if you want to see your daughter, but as you can see she is not here," you said, pointing towards the entry way that would lead him back outside.
Daeron stood, mouth open ready to argue, making his way toward you, but Baelor was immediately standing in front of you like a shield. He did not threaten the young man with violence or even yell at him to leave, but merely stared at him. Waiting, ready to prepare wherever this man turn.
He hesitated for only a moment longer, before letting out a scoff and making his way back toward the entrance he had walked through only moments ago for the first time in close to five years.
Baelor and yourself both stood in silence until the slamming door rattled the house, and then as if it had triggered something inside yourself, you let out a small sob, "IāIā¦." you trailed off running a hand down your face before looking up to him. Your face crumbled, "I am sure now that this is it?" you asked.
His face dropped at your words. "How could you think that?" he asked immediately making his way toward you.
You turned away as if you were ready to flee, or maybe bracing yourself for him to start running. "I just mean here is your chance to run. To step away from all of this before I am your wife. I am giving you an out," you replied.
An out? A chance to run? Oh, how that could not be even close to the first thing he wanted to do currently.
He wanted to hug you. To kiss away your tears, and to tell you that everything would be alright, because no matter the obstacle you would make it through it. Together.
He grabbed you gently turning you to face him, "I am not going anywhere," he promised, bringing your face into his hand. His thumbs moving to wipe your stray tear. He then ducked his head trying to meet your eyes. He needed you to know just how much he meant his words.
You looked a him a moment, tears streaming down your face, as your lips were turned down in a frown trembling slightly. Even now, you were beautiful to him. The most beautiful woman he had ever met. The one of his dreams. You both stared at the other in silence a moment letting everything around you fade to only the pair of you.
He pressed a kiss to each of your cheeks, then your nose, and finally your lips letting it linger for a moment, "I am not running away form this, from you, or Alyssa. You guys are my family. You are it for me. And I am never, ever stepping away from anything, no matter how chaotic it may get."
i don't care what the haters say, I will defend jaded wife forever. maekar will be happy with his new sweet Tyrell girl, jaded wife will be happy for him and baelor will have to grovel on his knees for the rest of their life. I support women rights AND their wrongs, free my girl she's innocent. š
(actually I'm terrified for what you have in store for them, as soon as I read Ashford in the chapters title I had war flashbacks. pls dont kill baelor, he's a mess but he's our mess he's trying his best)
I too support womanās rights and wrongs despite baelor being bae š¤ (it probably doesnāt help that I feel partial to every reader I write)
you donāt wanna know how many times canon ashford has crossed my mind while planning. Iām trying to fight the voices I swear
i lovee your work so much i like vist ur page so many times and what do u think about valarr having a big crush on his cousin and goes up to maekar to beg to marry her and what maekar would think about it yk ?
I WILL GET ON MY KNEES AND BEGāValarr Targaryen
Valarr Targaryen x Targ!reader
summary: Valarr is ready to do anything to win your hand in marriage, even getting on his knees and begging his uncle.
words: 1.3k
cw: MDNI 18+ targcest, nothing really other than that, reader is Maekar's eldest daughter, but no physical features are described.
You were a Goddess. He was not positive if it was the Old, The New, the Flames, the Lord of Light, but it did not matter it. You were a Goddess of Beauty to him all the same.
You were absolutely everything to him. The reason for his existence he thought often. His heart walking around, blessing everyone for your mere existence.
You danced around the floor with Aegon, a wide grin pulling at your beauty lips as your head was tilted back your laugh spilling out into the loud hall. It would have gone unnoticed to anyone else due to all the other sounds, but not to Valarr. Never to Valarr.
He stood on the outskirts watching, waiting patiently for his turn after you made it through your younger siblings. That was always the deal, and Valarr would have waited years to simply have the pleasure of dancing with you.
Though he much proffered when you would drag him off into the gardens, slipping past all the guards. Not because you would kiss him, though that was always a plus. He liked the quiet. When the two of you could exist without the watchful eyes and the pleasured of the crown.
Your eyes looked with his again, and you smiled at him. He could feel his own lips turn up slightly before Aegon pulled you once more attempting to spin you.
Valarr was so lost in his thoughts that he did not even notice the presence next to him. Though he probably should have due to the loud drunken steps, and the stench of wine that never quite left the man.
"If you stare any longer you might scare her off," Daeron mused, a lazy grin pulling at his lips. "Though I think she does like your attention."
He rolled his eyes, "I am admiring my future wife is all."
"Are you sure about that?"
The mismatched eyes turned meeting his violet ones. "What?" he asked, in confusion.
"My father has been speaking to Lord Tyrell about marrying his grandson," he answered with a shrug.
Valarr's eyes widened in horror. This was the worse possible thing he had ever heard in his entire existent. The thought of you married to anyone that was not him. That just would not do!
There had never been a formal betrothal, but he thought he did not need one. It was not secret how fond you were of the other, and he thoughtā¦His eyes then moved to the high table looking to Maekar who sat beside Baelor.
He would make this right. He then decided.
The Prince was moving through the crowd without a second thought, pausing before you to alert you of his intentions. You looked up as if you had felt his presence meeting his eyes. You beamed at him and he lost his train of thought pausing monetarily in his place as he simply stared at you, "Have you finally come to dance with me, Val?" you asked.
He could hear his heartbeat picking up. Your smile, your beauty, your angelic voice and the way you said his name. "No not yet, my love," he told you gently.
You frowned slightly, and it almost made him forget the task at hand due to how much he hated that sight. He moved forward cupping your face gently. No one in the crowd even paused to look at you continuing to spin around the pair of you, "I have to go have a talk with your father," he said.
The disappointment from only a moment ago, replaced by something that he had seen so often with you. In the quite moments when it was only you and him. No loud noises. No distractions.
It was the love you held for him. The one you confessed so loudly compared to his quieter admissions. It was the all consuming feeling that filled you both.
"Are youā¦" you trailed off, but you did not need to finish. He knew you better than that, as if you were an extension of his own thoughts and you never needed to complete yours, because he always knew.
"I am," he nodded in agreement. He reached down gripping your hand before pressing a kiss to the back of it.
"Do not leave me waiting long," you told him.
He grinned at you, "I wouldn't dream of it."
With a strength he did not quite know he possessed he pulled himself away from you, and began toward your father. He sat talking about something with his eldest brother, Valarr's father. The younger's face was a gruff as always as he rolled his eyes at something the elder said.
And before he knew it he was standing in front of the two men, "Valarr
"I request an audience with you," he suddenly declared, looking at his uncle.
Maekar turned looking to his brother, "What the fuck is he talking about?"
Baelor shrugged, "It is Valarr than requests an audience, Maekar. Not I," he reminded the younger.
He scoffed then turned back toward his nephew, "What the fuck do you want?" he then asked, not moving from his seat.
Valarr was undettered. This was Maekar's typical personality. Cold, stern, and harsh with his words, but underneath all that was a man who loved his children. Who loved you his first born, his precious girl, and only wanted the best for her.
And he believed he was that for you.
He puffed his chest out slight, trying to appear bigger than he was. He wanted to seem impressive, to seem worthy, but that was harder to do with a man that had earned the name of the Anvil.
"I wish to marry your daughter,"
"No," he answered immediately.
The young man's face immediately fell, but he was not going to take rejection that easily, "I will get on my knees and beg," he said.
The uncle's mouth turned into a grin as if he was tempted to see just how far he was willing to go. "Maekar," Baelor warned, knowing his son would do exactly as he said.
"I will do it," he repeated.
"You will get down on your knees in front of all these guests? The heir to the heir on his knees begging for my daughter's hand like an insolent child?" the stern man asked, leaning forward.
Baelor's eyes flickered around watching half in intrigued,and the other. making sure no one was witnessing this scene, because his brother was being his stubborn self.
Valarr nodded immediately, "Yes I will," he took a deep breath steadying himself, "I love your daughter more than anything in this world, and I will work every day to be the man she deserves. Getting on my knees and begging seems inadequate to the love I hold for her so if that is what you need I will l do it."
He then went to sink to his knees, but his uncle's hand shot out stopping him, "Do not get on your fucking knees. Maekar let out a sigh, shaking his head, "I will discuss it with your father. Now go and dance with my daughter so she will stop glaring at me," he instructed.
Valarr grinned widely, "Thank you," he said, with a bow before practically sprinting off toward you. As you awaited him, your hand already extending indicating exactly what you wanted. Both men watched as he complied, as you both danced around, matching grins on your face.
"Is there even much to discuss?" Baelor asked, once his eldest was out of ear shot.
"Oh, no. She already asked, but told me not to do anything until he did himself. I do not possess the ability to tell her no, and neither does he it seems."
a knight of the seven kingdoms tags: @kyvillasstuff @goldengirl86 @scarletwolfxox @witch-of-letters @confusedwhitegirl10 @itspbjellytime
content: Gwayne had thought he was staring to loose his mind in Harrenhal, but thank the Gods you had arrived providing him with some light in such a dark place.
words: 1.2k
cw: MDNI 18+ p in v, riding, established relations, reader is a Targ, but not stated how nor are any physical descriptions are used, mentions of death, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything.
a/n: I was writing Dunk, but somehow my mind ended up here so ya here it is lol
Sleep seemed to be nonexistent these days. There always seemed to be something that forbid it. A flash that could not be explained, a sound that was not really there. It was starting to take a tole on him.
Tonight was no different. Gwayne was always on alert here, half waiting for someone to make an attempt on his life while asleep. Thus allowing him to hear the steps coming quickly towards him.
The feet sounded bare, padding against the floor, but they were loud nonetheless echoing through the halls.
He was immediately shooting out of bed, hand wrapped around his sword in an instant. With the weapon raised he waited, hearing the steps stop just outside his door before it was opened revealing just who had come for him.
But it was no solider making an attempt on his life. It was you. He breathed your name out like a prayer, the blade dropping to the floor with a loud clatter. Moving toward you, pulling you into his chest, without hesitation.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, gripping your red dress in his hands. It was a favorite of his, one that you had worn often before this whole mess had started.
The one that had tore you apart.
"Rhaenyra said you were hereā¦and I had to see you. I had to make sure you were alright," you confessed, your voice cracking as he could hear the concern laced through it.
He pulled back cradling your face as you smiled at him. It was the one he loved so much. The one that filled him with warmth, and occupied his dreams in your absence, "I have missed you so much," he whispered.
"Make up for the lost time then."
His mouth was on yours in a second, claiming yours, "I have missed you so much," he repeated against your mouth. He needed you to know just how much he had longed for you these days. He pushed you back toward the mattress. Your hands moved quickly freeing his cock from his breeches.
He went to lay you down against the mattress, but you stopped him. You turned your bodies causing the back of his knees to hit the bed before you pushed him back. He sat up staring at you, as you pulled your dress up around your hips.
You looked younger almost, in a way he could not explain. Entirely different from the last time he had laid eyes on you, and even now as he tried to recount in his mind just when that was exactly, but he did not let himself dwell on it.
You were here, and he was going to enjoy your time together no matter how small that might be. You straddled him, gripping his cock in your hand as you ran him through your slick folds,"Are you wearing nothing under neath?" he questioned, raising a brow.
You did not respond, but his mind did not stay on it long as then you sank down on top of him. "Oh fuck," he moaned out.
Neither of you moved for a moment, simply existing there, feeling each other, before you finally began to rock your hips back and forth setting the pace. He allowed you to with no complaint, simply holding your hips as he looked up at you.
"You feel divine," he told you, as he watched your face contort in pleasure as you rode him. He could still remember the first time it had happened, you had told him you needed no instruction as you had been riding dragons all your life.
"You are a vision of beauty in these dark times," he continued, his praise, as he could feel you clench around him like a vice.
"Are you a bard or a solider?" you asked, grinding your hip down into him hard, causing him to moan.
"Both. I am both for you," he confessed.
"What else are you for me?" you asked, your hands moving to lace through his red hair forcing him head back to look at you.
"Whatever you want me to be," he assured you. His release came out of no where, as you moaned at his name loudly, pressing yourself further into him. You did not move, and he did not pull out both of you clingly to the other as if you were afraid you would both disapear.
Because that was the truth was it not? The moment would end and you would have to go back to wherever you came from and he would be stuck here.
Something felt wrong though. Something he could not quite put his finger on it, but he did not want the thought to consume him. If anything he wanted you to consume him instead. To simply be a man and woman in love rather than anything else.
You a Targaryen. He a Hightower on different sides of a war for a throne neither of you would even sit.
His ragged breaths filled the air. He buried himself further into your chest, trying to hide away from the world even if it was only for a moment longer,"I must go," you whispered, your hands running through his hair gently working the knots from it. You leaned down pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
"Why?" he questioned in protest, trying to cling to you, but it felt as if his fingers were slipping through you.
He could feel you shift against him, and he could not stop you from pulling away. He tried to urge his mind "Because I am dead. Remember you helped kill me at Rooks Rest?" You pulled away from him and suddenly you were dressed back in your riding leathers, blood smearing your face. The smell of ash filling his nostrils.
His mouth opened, as everything came back. Your dragons screeches as she was ripped apart. The way he watched you fall through the sky, crashing through the castle. A horror that had been repeating through his minds for day.
The real reason as to why he could not find sleep as you were always there awaiting him in his dreams, but even tongiht it seemed you would make your way to him either way.
He could see it all now. When he found your body, your neck not angled right, your limbs cold and disfigured, before he watched the men remove your dragons head, "No.No. No," he cried dropping to his knees.
He burnt your body himself, trying to honor you in some way, but it obviously was not enough. You were haunting him, because he had failed you. He crawled to the floor trying to burry his face into your stomach, "I am sorry. I am so so sorry," he sobbed.
You reached down wrapping your fingers around his chin. You were unnaturally cold, and the light from your eyes was now gone, as they resembled something close to black, "No apologies will ever bring me back. All because you chose the usurper over me."
The tears streamed down his face as you smiled, and it did not hit right. It was not the one filled with warmth or even the shy one you would cast him across the hall. This was someone else's smile on a face that resembled you, "Sleep well, my love. I will be back again and again and again until you leave these blasted walls or die here."
And just like that you were gone, leaving him once more, as sleep evaded him and he thought of nothing but you and the guilt that ate away at him.
hello, my loves!! I have a very busy week ahead of me and will be away for like 75% of it so if I seem less active then usual then that is why. that being said I have some things finished & queded to post. everything you can expect is on my upcoming work lists.
hoping to finish dutiful wife and/or now clean it up before I leave tomorrow but we will see
anyways love you all and hope you are all having an amazing day <3
aegon and aemond crying about the other being mummy's favourite meanwhile mummy's actual favourite is like. can you please leave me alone i do NOT want to drink that get OFF
