#Baela Targaryen x reader

[divinesolas]

MY SWEETHEARTS 😭😭😭

[nebulamorada]

an original oc will be the favorite of many, but you, targ!reader daughter of rhaenyra, shall be mine

[bumblesimagines]

The Dragon of Runestone

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Prince (Y/N) Targaryen has kept to Runestone with his grandsire in preparation for taking the seat of House Royce but when his uncle passes and his cousin is usurped, he makes the decision to fly to her aid and unite with his family.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

TW/CW: Typical GoT/HOTD warnings, Targcest/Incest (Half Sister-Half Brother/Cousins/Stepbrothers), mention of Daemon's two dead wives, mention of Luke's death, age gap Jace and Baela are around 18/19 while (Y/N) is in early to mid twenties (don't ask me his exact age I didn't want to do the math), Daemon is a questionable father but what else is new, drinking, Jace is a SIMP, sexual/suggestive content

I hate how intricate Rhaenyra/Alicent/Helaenas hairstyles are in comparison to Rhaena and Baela who get the simplest of styles. I also had more written but it was going into full smut territory 💀

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Luke was dead.

Despite the days and weeks that passed, Jace hadn't yet wrapped his head around it. His partner in crime, his shadow, his closest friend, his little brother... dead. Slaughtered mercilessly by their kinslayer of an uncle. His mother had been clear in her instructions when she agreed to send them away, fully and completely adamant that they not engage with anyone. Luke followed his mother's orders diligently and the Greens took him without remorse. 

The cold that'd washed over him when he received news of it, when he read the letter sent to him by his stepfather and felt the realization settled in... the cold of the North had nothing against it. Nothing against the unsettling iciness that swept through his veins or the way his heart squeezed and dropped to the pits of his stomach. Lord Cregan Stark's attempts at comfort had gone in one ear and out the other during the descent down from the Wall. 

He prayed it'd been a mistake, that Luke's name had been miswritten, and Daemon had meant another Velaryon. Convincing himself of such a thing allowed him to fly back to Dragonstone, allowed him to dream that the moment he got there, he'd see his brother and Arrax waiting for him; that they'd laugh about the misunderstanding and settle down together to talk about Storm's End and the North while the sun set over the horizon. But all he received when he climbed off Vermax were pitiful, sorrowful looks from the servants and guards of Dragonstone. 

Luke was dead... and he was partly to blame for his death. 

It'd seemed like a good idea at the time, for him and his brother to mount their dragons to ensure those who'd bent the knee when his mother had been named heir planned on keeping their oath. It'd seemed simple enough, as well, to fly out to meet and dine with nobles who'd trip over themselves to please two princelings. But Aemond had beaten Luke to Storm's End, and chosen to spill the first blood of war over silly childhood pranks. 

Jace attempted to distract himself through various means such as training twice as hard and attending his mother's council meetings; all in hopes of swallowing his guilt and grief into the back of his mind. He shed enough tears, sobbed enough into the shoulder of his mother, and told his pains to Baela. It was time to focus on avenging his brother, on claiming back the throne usurped by his uncle and the wicked Hightowers. Distracting himself, as he quickly grew to learn, was easier when his stepbrother lingered around and took his place at the table. Visenya born again, they called him. The Dragon of Runestone. 

Jace enjoyed watching him during meetings, observing and taking note of how he conducted himself. (Y/N) cut down power-seeking nobles with ease, his violet eyes piercing into those who dared interrupt or speak over Rhaenyra. It was comforting despite the blatant indifference he had for his cousin outside of war meetings and discussions. Rhaenyra needed powerful people on her side, powerful men that others feared enough to remain silent on their opinions and desires.

He only had a few years on Jace; born three years before his mother's sudden passing. Jace heard the rumors that Daemon had been insistent the babe wasn't his until (Y/N) was born with those signature silver locks, forcing him back to Runestone to see his firstborn son and admit Targaryen blood flowed through his veins. Rhea refused to allow him to take (Y/N) far from Runestone but her wishes were ignored when she passed, leaving her inheritance to her only child and her estranged husband to do as he pleased.

From what the twins had told Jace, even as a toddler and young boy he'd fussed when tended to by his father's new wife, Lady Laena. Kicking, crying, biting, and shoving; it felt as if the boy knew she'd been a swift replacement for his mother. He'd been developing from a boy to a tween when his half-sisters were born and even then, he ignored them in favor of being with others on Pentos or flying with his dragon, Bantis. 

From a young age, Jace had idolized him; the cooler older boy with an air of indifference and mystery. He simply couldn't resist the allure, and neither did Baela. 

"I think the first time he ever looked at me had been during training," Baela had told him one time, back in Driftmark hours after her mother's funeral. They'd been young children then, and it'd been the first time Jace laid eyes on (Y/N) outside of stories and paintings. He'd been captivated despite the never-fading scowl and snarky attitude. "I picked up a training sword and hit his friend in the leg with it. It was the first time I ever heard him laugh." The glimmer in her eye had been undeniable. 

Focusing on silly little feelings hardly seemed appropriate during a time of war, but it took Jace's mind off the reality around them. Especially when he could rest his arms along the stone railing of a balcony overlooking where knights trained and watch (Y/N) knock men twice his age down onto the floor. His eyes followed each movement of his arms and legs, gaze lingering on the tight grip he had on his sword and thoughts drifting to wonder what it'd feel like to have them pressed on bare skin. 

"You can speak with him, you know." Jace flinched, his body instinctively straightening up and heat bursting across his face as he turned to face his betrothed. Baela smiled at him, teasing and friendly, sliding up to take the spot beside him and releasing a thoughtful sigh at the sight of her older half-brother. (Y/N) slammed his foot into the back of his sparring partner's knee, the blade of his sword pressing against the man's neck. He smirked and it sent a shiver down Jace's spine. 

"I doubt he'd like that," Jace responded, albeit a bit whiny, but he felt comfortable enough around Baela to let go of what was expected of a prince like him. They were to be wed one day, after all. Baela glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, a soft laugh escaping her.

It was true, in a way. (Y/N) hardly liked any of his family, apart from those in Runestone. He'd fallen out with Daemon the day his father chose to wed Rhaenyra; an argument so vicious it ended with (Y/N) striking Daemon in the jaw and flying away on Bantis, never to answer any letters from any of them again. King Viserys appeared to have been the only one left he cared enough about to visit, but he'd proven to at least hold some love for them by ensuring Lady Jeyne Arryn kept to her oath without being asked to and flying to Dragonstone to serve on Rhaenyra's council before a letter could be sent to Runestone. 

"He is kind when he wants to be." Jace looked at her sideways. Baela laughed again, the sweet sound carrying with the wind that tousled her silver curls. "It's true, I swear! I've seen it before. He can be kind. He is just... hard to reach. You cannot blame him for being distant, I suppose. It can be hard to have Daemon as a father." 

"It must be." Jace thought back on the rumors surrounding Rhea Royce's death. He winced when the sparring partner tapped out, the knight's nose trickling with blood. The squires and available knights around shrank back when (Y/N) turned toward them. "The only times I've heard them speak has been from arguments heard all around Dragonstone. I hear even Caraxes and Bantis cannot stand to be around each other."

"Father does love him and wants him around but... he has little patience and (Y/N) has never tolerated being yelled at," Baela spoke, her hand flying to grasp his arm as she did and feet turning toward the stairs leading down to the training area. Jace felt himself automatically tense when (Y/N)'s sharp violet eyes turned in their direction. 

Gods, he hated how easily his legs weakened and cheeks flared in (Y/N)'s presence. The others around dipped their heads respectfully, bowing to whom would be their future rulers once the Iron Throne returned to its rightful heir. Jace managed to tear his eyes away from the prince to nod to those around, motioning for them to leave with another nod. They quickly did, practically scrambling away before (Y/N) could pluck one and toss them around. 

"Brother," Baela greeted, her hand leaving Jace's arm to lace her fingers together before her. (Y/N) gave a hum of acknowledgment, the tip of his sword digging into the mushy ground when he leaned into it. His hair had long gone askew from the constant movement but Jace thought it suited him perfectly. "Perhaps it'd be better if you stopped beating up our knights."

"They're knights." (Y/N) drawled. "They ought to get used to it before facing real battle. If they cannot do well in training, they'll die on the field. The sheep of the Vale are tougher than some of the fools here." 

"If you feel their performances are inadequate then feel free to train them." Jace felt more than thankful to have Baela at his side, otherwise he would've stuttered through his sentences harder than a babe learning to speak. (Y/N) regarded him with little emotion. "We deserve to have the best of the best protecting us and our claim, after all."

"Whatever you say, Jacaerys." (Y/N) raised his sword and slipped it back into its sheath, unaware of the disappointment coursing through his stepbrother's veins. Baela glanced between them, her fingers tightening around each other and teeth catching her bottom lip. She stepped forward, blocking his path before he could depart. 

"Why don't we catch up, Brother? It has been much time since we've spoken. You must have many stories to tell of the Vale, do you not?" Baela, ever the quick thinker, said as she looped her arm around (Y/N) and sent a look Jace's way. The brunette nodded along with her words, a prick of hope sparking in his chest. 

The older prince's eyes slowly slid between the two, a single brow lifting for a moment before he gave a curt nod. "I suppose I have time to spare. It'll be over wine, however. I could use a drink or two." 

"Over wine." Jace agreed and found himself unable to resist a giddy grin from spreading across his face. 

The buzz of wine coursing through his veins hardly helped with the heat flowing through his body. Conversation had surprisingly started easily with Baela asking questions about the Vale and Runestone, perhaps the taste of Dornish wine having some to do with (Y/N)'s relaxed, semi-open composure. Jace absentmindedly listened to his betrothed and stepbrother speak, his hand swirling the cup of deep red wine that he assumed to be some sort of Dornish wine. It tasted sweet, addictively so. 

His eyes flitted around the bedchambers given to (Y/N), mostly lingering on the bed Jace noted to be the perfect size to fit three or more people. His thumb pressed into the designs of the goblet in hand, his mind racing with his vivid imagination.

He'd hardly done anything with Baela apart from holding her hand or embracing her, but he oft' thought of how their life as a married couple would go. He'd never been with any else before, man or woman, unlike many of the men around him. He was a prince, for Gods sake. He was meant to be the very definition of a gentleman... although that certainly never stopped the thoughts from conjuring late at night. 

His teeth caught his bottom lip and tore a bit of skin off, the heat rushing to his stomach making his grip tighten on the goblet. Baela and (Y/N) looked dazzling in the warm glow of the candlelight and moonlight seeping in through the balcony. Baela's brown skin looked warmer, dewier, so much so that Jace wanted to run his hands over every inch of her. He loved when she released her hair so it tumbled down her shoulders and framed her face with those perfect curls. Her purple eyes glimmered with each flicker of the candles, and her full lips looked utterly enticing. 

(Y/N) looked similarly, his hair pushed back from running his fingers through it multiple times and his features softened into a look of contentment. He'd rid himself of his overshirt when they entered his room, leaving him in an undershirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Jace's gaze trailed over his arms, strong enough to no doubt lift him from the ground. He slowly moved his gaze upward, studying each detail of his body until he focused on his face. He startled when the two made eye contact and (Y/N)'s lips curled upward into a smirk that reeked of trouble.

"Jacaerys," (Y/N) called, dragging his propped-up feet off the table and planting them firmly on the floor. Jace swallowed thickly, contemplating taking another swing of his wine. Baela delicately sipped on the last of her wine and reached for the pitcher, pouring herself the last of its contents. "Have you ever gone to bed with someone before? Or have you been keeping your hands to yourself 'til marriage?"

Baela grew still, her eyes widening at the swift change in topic from something innocent to speaking of sex. Jace flushed, heat spreading across his face and neck, his ears growing unbelievably hot. She was a lady. Hardly the sort of subject two men would speak of so carelessly. Sex was only spoken of with certain people: parents, septas, maesters, and partners. Sure, he'd heard plenty of filth spew from Aegon's mouth, but it hardly beat hearing it from (Y/N) in front of Baela.

"I-" Jace cut himself off with another swallow, his adams apple bobbing and tongue unable to form words. He pressed his lips together, his free hand curling against his thigh and eyes flickering wildly between Baela and (Y/N). "I-I have not. I... I was taught not to bring ruin onto a lady by... such acts."

"Ah, you sound like a prude." (Y/N) laughed lightly and set his goblet on the table, the smirk hanging onto his lips. "I'm certain your parents would hardly fault you for... indulging with one another. You've thought about it, haven't you, Jacaerys? She's your bride-to-be, after all." 

Jace's face felt as if a dragon had blown on it. "I-"

"What about you, Brother?" Baela cut in, her composure drastically more calm and collected than Jace's but he noted the way her thighs pressed together beneath the skirt of her dress. (Y/N) tore his amused stare away from Jace and onto his half-sister, his finger running circles over the rim of his goblet. "Have you... been with anyone before?"

"'Course I have." He gave a light scoff and envy flooded Jace's stomach. "Maids, ladies, whores, knights, lordlings. I'm not a child nor saving myself for whichever noble lady ends up my wife. There's little to do in the Vale apart from typical lord things; hunting, riding, and those sorts of things get boring after a while." 

Maids, ladies, whores, knights, and lordlings.

Women and men.

Jace's gaze darted over to Baela, meeting her wide-eyed stare as the two came to a similar realization, and then, the same idea; a spark ignited in her eyes and a light flickered on in his head. Gods, was he glad they were betrothed. They were so similar in so many ways, he certainly couldn't wait to rule side by side with her. Jace knew coming to an agreement with her would hardly ever be a hassle. 

"Show us, then," Jace said, the wine dancing in his body only filling him with confidence and boldness. (Y/N)'s head tilted to the side in question, and for a moment it was easy to forget he was the child of a brutal prince. "You have much experience under your belt, do you not? Why not teach us how to properly bed one another?" 

"I'm certain you know where everything ought to go, Jacaerys." 

"Obviously," The heat returned to his face. "But... I've never kissed anyone nor touched anyone. You have, however."

Jace received a hum in response and (Y/N)'s head tilted back in thought, seemingly contemplating the idea. Jace felt nerves beginning to bubble up in his stomach, anxious over what the response would be. It'd be one thing to finally have one of his dreams fulfilled, another to have to face him the following days with a sober mind and a dejected heart. Baela met his eyes again, giving him a subtle nod of encouragement. He could still backtrack, still laugh it off-

Fingers grasped the side of his throat, coarse fingertips dipping into the hairs on the nape of his neck and digging into his skin. He only had a brief moment to look back at the older prince before lips pressed against his own, a sharp shiver darting down his spine and body tensing. (Y/N)'s lips felt soft against his own but Jace hardly knew what to do apart from tentatively parting them. He shuddered when (Y/N)'s tongue invaded his mouth, his hand nearly dropping the goblet as he clumsily searched for the table in order to set it down. Once both hands were free, he pressed them against (Y/N)'s shoulders and began meekly mimicking him. 

When they pulled back, Jace sighed at the string of saliva connecting them before (Y/N) wiped his mouth. He grinned at him, a breathy and amused chuckle leaving him at the dazed sight of Jace.

Be it the wine or simply the giddy feeling constricting his heart, Jace could barely think straight, his thoughts only focusing when (Y/N) patted his thigh, his attention directed onto Baela. She rose from her seat and shuffled around the table, carefully sitting sideways on her half-brother's lap. Jace's breeches felt excruciatingly tight, the feeling only growing as he watched the two lock lips. 

Baela lifted her hand to cup (Y/N)'s cheek, the other tightly curling around the sleeve of his shirt. (Y/N) kept his palm pressed to her back while his other hand danced downward until it reached the skirt of her black and red dress, his fingers curling and slowly dragging the fabric upwards to reveal her calf and then her lower thigh. Jace squirmed in his seat, battling with urges threatening to take over his mind; a battle he began slowly losing as he watched (Y/N)'s fingers dig into the flesh of her thigh.

Suddenly, (Y/N) stood and took Baela along with him, setting her down on the edge of the table and pulling away to grab his forgotten cup and blindly toss it aside. It clattered with the stone floor, the wine spilling and darkening the shade of gray. Effortlessly, (Y/N)'s fingers undid the knotted laces of the back of Baela's dress, his legs pushing hers apart and causing the skirt to ride up further. Jace watched, eyes bouncing around their bodies until he looked at (Y/N)'s face pleadingly. 

"Put what you learned to practice, Jacaerys." 

With those words, Jace shot up from his seat, nearly knocking the chair back from the sheer speed and force. Baela's chest lightly heaved with pants, her half-lidded eyes meeting Jace's when he stood at her side. He leaned in and despite the need blazing in his lower belly, Jace kissed her gently, sweetly, moving slowly and taking his time. Her lips felt soft and plush, and they parted easily. It was clumsy but endearing, and it made his heart swell. 

"Shit," Jace cursed, reeling back from Baela when his pants loosened and a hand dipping beneath his breeches. (Y/N) chuckled breathily against Baela's neck before latching his lips onto her and searching around until he found a spot that made her breath hitch and hands fly to grab the collar of his shirt. Jace's legs threatened to give out from under him when (Y/N) lightly squeezed him, forcing him to brace himself against the table and drop his forehead down onto Baela's shoulder. 

"Sensitive, the both of you." (Y/N)'s muffled voice said, and Jace caught the way he dragged his teeth along Baela's neck, enticing a shudder and soft whine out of her before he lightly dug his teeth where her shoulder and neck met. Jace barely had a chance to respond before letting out a strangled groan at the feeling of (Y/N) slowly stroking him, his hips bucking and knees trembling with each slow drag of his hand. 

Jace whined suddenly when (Y/N) retracted his hand, a sound that made his neck flush in embarrassment and lips form a disappointed scowl directed at the older prince. (Y/N) rolled his eyes at him, fingers hooking along Jace's pants and breeches to swiftly tug them down to his thighs. The cold air from the cool breeze flowing in through the balcony made him shiver, goosebumps rising along his skin. His first instinct was to tug his pants back up and hide himself from their prying eyes but he pushed the urge down.

"Take it off." (Y/N) told him, or rather ordered him, the tone making Jace woozy with the desire to fulfill his every command. He clumsily did as told, nearly stumbling over his jittery legs as he undressed fully despite the cold nipping at his exposed skin. (Y/N) eyed him over and then grinned again, his hand roughly grabbing Jace by the hip and tugging him closer to slam their lips together. When he drew back, he nodded over to the bed and Jace's features brightened, eagerly moving toward the bed.

(Y/N) carefully tugged Baela's dress down her shoulders, dragging the sleeves down past her elbows and freeing her arms. She shivered at the cold first and then wrapped her arm around her chest, her skin feeling as if the sun were glaring directly down on her. (Y/N) snorted softly, his eyes surprisingly soft as he peeled her arm away from her chest, leaving butterflies fluttering around her stomach. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her, his hand pulling and tugging at her dress until it fell down her thighs and partly over Jace's scattered clothes. 

His arm dropped so he could lift her by her thighs, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and head burying into his neck as they moved toward the bed where Jace awaited them. (Y/N) lowered her down on the bed, the covers feeling soft and silky against her skin. Jace's chin hooked over her shoulder, his hand cupping her jaw before lowering to explore her neck and shoulders, trailing down her arm and moving onto her hip. 

"You're beautiful." He murmured, and any tension in her body disappeared. She smiled and kissed him, already addicted to mushing their lips together no matter how clumsy or messy. Jace pulled back, brushing his lips over her cheek before swooping down to peck her shoulder, his long brown curls tickling her jaw. 

"I think..." Baela spoke softly, head turning toward the older prince still standing and still clothed. "Someone has far too many layers on." 

"I do not recall saying I'd bed either of you." (Y/N) spoke, attention shifting downward when Jace pushed the bottom of his shirt out from his pants to expose the skin beneath. Despite his words, he did little to stop the brunette from undoing his belt nor did he protest when Baela tucked her knees underneath herself and rose to unbutton his shirt. 

"You said you'd teach us," Jace reminded him, his lips pressing against (Y/N)'s happy trail and hands eagerly mimicking what the older prince had done to him moments prior; swiftly undressing him and leaning back to look him over, the sight alone making the brunette's mouth water. "We have to practice on someone, do we not?"

The corner of (Y/N)'s lips twitched upward. "I suppose."

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐈𝐕

Plot: Imagine being the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen, and having a very devoted family.

Cw: incest/targcest, yandere/lovesick behavior, unhealthy relationships, platonic and romantic yanderes, not everyone is romantically involved with reader, yandere EVERYONE x reader, sexual content, no actual smut, again, Daemon is violent

Taglist: @faesspace

>Jacaerys had come to terms with his status as a bastard, even though it was never to be said out loud

>Laenor was still his father, even if not biologically, he was the men he called "dada" with his first words, and it would remain that way for the rest of his life

>This made him closer to you, your situation was different, as everybody knew you were a bastard, and you were not to inherit anything

>He felt like he had to prove people wrong about him, so he overexerted himself. There was little you could do to stop him, so you contented with staying by his side in the library, late at night, falling asleep to his voice practicing high valyrian

>In these nights, you likely had little Aegon or Viserys on your lap, because they'd cry until they were put to sleep only by your or their mother

>Jacaerys would revel in this image, you peacefully asleep, holding babes, your silver hair caressing your cheeks

>He could sometimes allow himself to imagine what if the children you were holding were his, if you could be his queen. If he could kiss you and rut against you, if he could suck your nipples until milk would come out

>But he was always quick to dismiss these ideas, you were forbidden fruit, and the last thing a bastard king needs, is a bastard queen. His mother had gone through hell and back to uphold his claim to the iron throne, and he would not disappoint her, no matter how desperately he needed you

>And even though, he was ashamed to admit it, he was scared of his step-father. There was one specific memory he would always go back to

>He was a young man, maybe a little older than you. And he had come to Dragonstone while you were in King's Landing with Rhaenyra. He had come bearing expensive gifts and displaying a beautiful crimson doublet with embroidery details in gold and plum

>He had spoken flowery promises of old alliances of his house with the conqueror, and Daemon's face was reflecting his achingly strong boredom and weariness, demanding him he speak whatever idiotic trade he had in mind. That's when the lord said he'd be "most delighted" to present himself as a suitor for lady Y/N. Daemon didn't respond, he let the awkward silence seat, he let him marinate in anxiety. He then took his dark sister and cut the poor boy's head off. He told his guard he'd be spared if he returned to tell the tale, that no one should try to approach his firstborn daughter.

>"Nobody likes a peeping Tom" he shouted to Jacaerys, who was hidden watching the scene

>He still sometimes thinks of how easily his head fell off his neck, how quickly it did

>So he knew Y/N couldn't be his, not now not ever. But he still hated to know there was one person that Daemon could not scare off

>Jacaerys felt lucky he could see your metamorphosis from a girl to a maiden in a first row seat, but this change meant that one day you'd leave, and he'd have to get a wife, a proper wife for a king

>But that person that was not scared of Daemon, also didn't have that problem. He was talking about Daeron Targaryen

>Despite the collective best efforts of the Velaryon brothers, you still talked to Daeron regularly, fortunately, not as much now that he was in Oldtown, but still too much for their liking

>Lucerys did not realize the puppy crush he had on you, thinking he just saw you as his older sister, but he was on board with anything that meant sabotaging your possible paramours

>So they were incredibly frustrated when they all had to travel to King's Landing, and Daeron was going to be there

>Lucerys used Daeron's presence to distract himself from the fact that his grandsire could die, and that that was the real reason why they were there, for him to inherit Driftmark

>This was the first time in years you'd actually spend time with Aemond, as you would avoid him everytime you visited

>Dagahrion was too large for the dragon pit, so he stays in a cave in Aegon's hill

>Alicent ran to hug you, Rhaenyra stood there, silently judging her

>When you went to see your uncle Viserys, it was heartbreaking, he called for you, and you kneeled at the edge of his face, so he could see you clearly. It took him some time to recognize you

>"Y/N... She's nothing but an infant, I know she must be playing, but I'd like to see her"

>You patiently explained, until he could remember you, you saw a lonely tear when the realization of your age, and the pass of time had hit him

>You got into an argument with your father when he accused Alicent

>"Can't you see she just wants to have your trust to whore you out to his depraved sons?!"

>"Are you one to talk about depravity, father?!" You shouted, offended and angry at him

>"I am one to talk because I know exactly what goes through the heads of men like that, and I know exactly the type of woman that bitch is"

>"What are you scared of? That someone might treat me like you did my mother?!" You are a dragon, and you spit fire. Your father goes quiet, not out of shame, but out of astonishment. He had waited so much time to see himself in you, he thought that your lack of ill intentions was what made you perfect, but it was not. Daemon would enjoy seeing more of this, after all, it would be laughable if an innocent, irreproachable maiden rode a dragon like yours

>Daemon smiled at you and left the room, leaving puzzled and embarrassed at your words

>Rhaenys and the twins were second to greet you, your sisters had missed you so dearly

>They excitedly spoke of all that happened, and how much they missed being with you, you spent an hour in the gardens before you were interrupted, to go to Lucerys' hearing

>After catching up, Rhaenys left you to have "girl time" with them, they hugged you once again, and you could swear Rhaena left a kiss on your collarbone, and Baela's hands wondered a little too low from your back to your tailbone

>The announcement of the marriages had complicated reactions, you could see it, but you were glad the family would remain together, strong

>You hugged Lucerys when Vaemond yelled for all the realm to hear of his accusations, and you saw your father smiling at you and Rhaenyra once he had sliced Vaemond Velaryon in half

>During dinner, you sat between Jacaerys and Baela

>You were pleased to share a table with your family, it had been so long since you last did

>Aegon's unsavory comments made you cringe, but you sweetly smiled when Jace and Baela defended you, Alicent and Daemon were glaring daggers at him

>When it was time for the toasts, you looked at Helaena with sadness, thinking of how miserable Aegon had made her

>You toasted to your uncle Viserys, Viserys the peaceful, who had earned his title as protector of the realm

>Aemond kept looking at you, you could not decipher his expression, what he wanted from you

>You danced with Daeron and Helaena, Rhaena then joined, with her pentoshi grace and coquettish moves, she had always loved dancing the most out of you three

>The tone completely changed once Aemond decided to toast to his nephews, the three strong boys

>Before Jace could go to punch him, you spoke up

>"Say what you mean, cousin" you taunted

>"It was but merely a compliment, don't you believe your step brothers to be strong?'

>"I believe my king ordered to cut off the tongue of everyone who would insinuate or reference the foul rumors spoken against your future queen and king"

>"That was the day I lost my eye, was it not, dear cousin?" He spoke with a voice that made you want to recoil, it was frankly disgusting

>"It was, if I were you I wouldn't want to become Aemond One Eye and no tongue" you could almost feel your father's approval as you spoke poison

>With all the noise and stress, you felt your knees start to fail, you could see Daeron was holding you

>Aemond walked towards you before being stopped by a punch from Jacaerys

>After seeing Jace come to you, you blacked out

>Of course your fainting was attributed to being a young maiden in the presence of violence, but you knew something was strange

>Though it ended in a bitter note, you knew your spell was beyond psychological, you felt sick, maybe it was the food

>The maesters said you were not fit for travel, nor boat less dragonback

>Daemon refused to leave you on King's Landing, trying to sneak your asleep body out of the castle to take you with him on top of Caraxes, but he was discovered

>When he inevitably had to go, he left you in Misarya's care, had you wake up and be unable to travel back to your family, she would be rewarded handsomely to take you to Dragonstone

>The night prince Daemon left, was the night Viserys the peaceful, first if his name, died

[aereasrage]

what if princess reader had whatsapp?

alicent: i just want you to know that if this war shit doesn’t pan out, i’m going to kill myself

helaena: we’re about to start dropping like flies so if you wanna come back, i’d suggest doing it soon

aegon: just fought valiantly at rooks rest xx

aemond: do you want the video of me burning aegon

jace: i’ll be back home in three days, don’t wash.

baela: dragontooth strap.

daemon: tell rhaenyra i just saw the hatman.

rhaenyra: valyrian steel strap.

[bonniebird]

Summary: When Rhaenyra summons the dragon seed to try and claim more dragons she is hesitant to allow Daemon's bastard to try but Baela is quick to advocate for her sister's right to try and claim a dragon. After years of attempting to take the girl from her adoptive family, under the impression that they were using her for their own gain, Rhaenyra finally manages to make headway with (Y/N).

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Bastard!Targ!Reader / Baela Targaryen x Bastard!Targ!FemReader

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Rhaenyra paused as she spoke. It caused her to stutter and she had to quickly guard herself and continue with her speech as a half smile flickered over her face. She had hoped that perhaps the girl would come. Though she had doubted it. Over the years she had tried to convince the family that took the girl in to give her to Daemon.

Daemon had always agreed that if she wished for the girl to live on Dragonstone that he would support Rhaenyra’s wish. There had been no rush beyond the girl's wish to meet their sister and Rhaenyra’s conviction that it was the right thing to do. Neither she or Daemon ever said it out loud but since her father had died both had a silent fear that the girl would claim a dragon or egg and join the usurpers in the Red Keep. When Rhaenyra finished she turned to the girl who was moving with the crowd towards the dragon pit. A hand grabbed at her arm and held her in place.

“Baela?!” She said in quiet surprise.

“I have seen her too.” Baela said and nodded to the figure vanishing between taller silhouettes. “She has too much of my father in her to be a stranger.”

“Then you understand that I have to stop her…” Rhaenyra started but Baela gave her a distasteful look.

“Why should she be robbed of a birthright that may be hers? She knows the risk. You and Daemon helped Rhaena try to claim the same dragons.” Baela was firm and confident as she spoke with the authority of the future queen consort.

“I have lost enough children.” Rhaenyra said softly and Baela pulled back with a sigh.

“She will never be one of us if you stop her.” Baela warned and Rhaenyra reluctantly gave in.

As she called Vermithor forward and gave her second speech she couldn’t help but look at you over and over as if every face in the room had become yours. It took Baela glaring at her from the doorway to have her move forward as she had originally planned.

The claiming was awful. Despite her guards begging her to leave, Rhaenyra stayed and searched the faces of the bodies. There was a small part of her that wanted each one of them to be you. The part of her that was wounded by your rejection of her attempts to herd you among her fledgling dragon children. The mother dragon within her was sickly pleased when careful inspection allowed her to be sure that none of the fallen were you. At least not yet.

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Breath ripped at your throat as you ducked behind a large rock. Sweat clung to your body unpleasantly and soaked into your clothes. The rock dug into your back, burning as if it were on fire. The large dragon surged forward and you managed to dart behind it before it finished eating whoever it had tossed into the air. From the corner of your eye you saw a man running towards a tunnel. Glancing towards the platform you realised that to get out that way, you would have to pass the dragon and avoid it while climbing up. With a nod to yourself, you pushed off the rock and ran as fast as you could towards the tunnel. You managed to pass the man only to have to duck under a torrent of fire that made the air ripple with unbearable heat that made your head throb and ache.

“Move kid!” The man said and collided with you. Because of your crouched position, you lost your balance and he sent you rolling and thumping down a large hill of rock and bones. Each thump and bump shot you deeper into the cave and you ended up landing on hard stone with a pained grunt. The sound of your pain caused, what you had thought was a rock, to turn quickly and screech at you. With a panicked cry you pushed up onto your elbows and crawled backwards as the dragon clawed its way towards you. It was much smaller than the other dragon. It seemed uncertain of you which allowed you to get halfway up the death-strewn hill that you had fallen down. But with each crawled step backwards, the dragon came forward. It screeched at you and you snatched at the skull of some small animal that lay among loose rocks. Throwing it, there was a satisfying hollow sound as it smacked into the dragon's head causing it to shake itself. Taking the advantage you turned and scrambled desperately up the hill and into the open space. There was an angry sound behind you and you felt the unsteady ground vibrate the smaller dragon dove towards you but twisted in the air to avoid a spout of flames and the swing of a massive tail. You found yourself colliding with hot-scaled flesh and the flash of an eye passing yours. There was a long pause and when whatever was obscuring your view moved you found a familiar man standing before the massive beast. Something gently nudged your elbow and you let out a startled yell as you found the smaller dragon next to you. Stumbling as you found your feet you found the dragon allowed you to lean your weight on its snout and it cooed softly at you. Reaching out a gentle, hesitant hand, you stroked the dragon's snout and smiled. Warm air puffed out over your body as the dragon blinked and continued to make soft noises.

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“Hugh.” You said and smiled as the man turned to you. The guard who had led you to a room quickly left and you found yourself embraced by the blacksmith.

“(Y/N)! Child. Of course, you survived.” He smiled and held your head in his large hands. Your smaller hand rested on his.

“I am sorry. About your daughter. My mother wanted us to come and help but the Hightowers… They took my brothers and forced my father to work his men to death. We were too afraid.” You said quietly. Hugh’s face creased as he frowned and he nodded.

“The guilt is not yours to bear. In times like these, we do as we must. But I appreciate it all the same.” Hugh said wisely and stepped away from you. He bowed his head and when you turned you found the dragon queen and her son waiting for the two of you.

“With you in our ranks, the Hightowers will not be able to continue their tyranny. Your true father will ride his dragon from Harrenhall and avenge those that were wronged.” Rhaenyra said and smiled as she reached out to you. She moved to embrace you as Hugh had. 

“My true father.” You spat out and she froze. The boy behind her clutched the sword on his hip until his knuckles went white. “My true father is the master builder of King’s Landing. He risks his life helping people escape the city.”

“I meant no offence.” Rhaenyra said quickly. You glared at her and turned to Hugh.

“We should go back home.” You said in a much gentler tone. Hugh went to speak but he was cut off.

“You would align yourself with the usurpers!? Are you so disloyal?” The prince accused.

“I would burn down the gates of the city so that my family can escape! I came here simply to find a way to defend myself. Now I have it. I did not swear oaths to any of you.” You snapped at him. His face twisted and Rhaenyra moved to calm him but he had already stepped closer and jabbed a finger towards you.

“You belong to a great legacy! Your father’s blood has given you that dragon!” He shouted. He allowed himself to be pulled backwards and away from you. 

“Consider it a debt that my sire owed my parents.” You said and then gave a sarcastic half-bow. “With all due respect.” With that, you left the room. The corridors were complicated but it didn’t take long to find the front doors. 

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Reaching the docks of Dragonstone you realised that you had no way of getting home. The dragon from earlier landed not too far away and watched you curiously, croaking and humming. A green dragon of similar size landed next to it and a familiar-looking girl got down from the saddle on its back.

“You won't survive. They have weapons large enough to kill a dragon that size.” She said as she pointed at the dragon. In the daylight, you could see that the dragon was black and grey with occasional specks of gold and red. “That’s if you don’t come up against Vhagar.” As she spoke the girl approached and took off a set of leather gloves. She held out her hand which you didn’t take.

“I know who you are and I won't change my mind.” You muttered and looked around to see if any of the people around the docks owned the boats in the water.

“I am not here to change your mind. Simply to warn you. I am sorry. For what Jace said.” She said and looked at you hopefully. You reached in your pocket. Your family had given you three gold pieces. Almost all of their money left after the blockade made the price of food skyrocket. You doubted it would be enough to pay anyone to take you home.

“It’s kind of you to pretend you care.” You said genuinely. Baela frowned and scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“You are the one that rejects us.” She snapped. You turned, stepping towards her with a stride that belonged to your father.

“Me? You all leave me to suffer and beg on the streets as an infant and then when you need me you demand that I turn my back on the family that struggled and fought to raise me.” You seethed, not seeing the golden dragon gliding down the beach towards the docks. “You all act as if I am wrong to want to go back and save them. They gave everything to save me! They thought… that HE would be here. Of course not. The royal whore wouldn’t be here. You want the dragon?! Keep it!” You shouted at Baela whose eyes were watering as she tried to keep calm.

“Enough! Baela, take Moondancer to patrol the beach.” Rhaenyra said as she reached the two of you. She looked down at the floor and fled. You sniffed and rubbed your eyes and nose on your sleeve and turned away from Rhaenyra. Looking up to dissipate your tears you waited to be scolded or shouted at or imprisoned.

“I am sorry.” Rhaenyra’s words startled you enough to have you turn to look at her sharply.

“What?” The quiet reply hung in the air for a moment.

“I… I have found a great deal of comfort in being a mother. I know where I stand with Baela and Rhaena. But I. I have misstepped with you. And I am sorry.”

“You offered to buy me from my parents. I remember.” You said and her eyes widened as you stared at her blankly.

“I had been told that you were adopted into a family that was struggling. That your life with them was paid for by your working for them.” Rhaenyra said softly and blinked several times. “I was misinformed?”

“Yes!” A tear-heavy sigh stuttered out of your chest and you sniffed, giving up hiding your pain. “I have been raised no differently from my brothers. Even when they struggled. They even have a dowry for me… some tools and a workhorse. Nothing like a dowry you would have had.”

“A fine. Appropriate offering. For the daughter of a city builder.” Rhaenyra said firmly and sounded as if she would argue that point with anyone who challenged her. “I must beg you not to return to the city. With a dragon of your own, your life will be in danger. We will find a way to help your family.” Rhaenyra waited for an answer and watched you glance up to Moondancer.

“I should not have… she meant well.” You muttered and Rhaenyra let out a light laugh.

“Baela is reasonable. Very clever and loving. If you make an effort to make amends she will forgive.” Rhaenyra advised. She watched you glance to the sea towards King’s Landing as if you could see it and your family waiting for you. “We must decide how to repay your parents.”

“What do you mean?” You asked dubiously. She had crept up on you almost silently. Moving forward, you could almost see the urge to take up your hand in hers battling with her self-control.  

“I have been disrespectful. Your family worked hard for my father’s city. They took on and raised the child of a prince as their own. They have done well.” At that, you scoffed and she smiled a little before continuing. “A lordship perhaps.”

“No. My father will never accept it. Not unless he has worked for it. But… he has petitions. Part of the city is sinking and it needs to expand. He needs more men and funds.” You explained and Rhaenyra frowned.

“My father did not hear these petitions?” Rhaenyra said as the two of you walked together away from the dock and towards the dragons. Syrax sniffed at the smaller dragon who cooed and submitted to her as if dazzled by her golden scales.

“My mother said the Hightowers have been ruling long before the king died. The queen always dismissed him. Or her father did anyway.” You confessed and Rhaenyra nodded.

“Very well. I will ensure that I hear him. Perhaps I should need a man like him on my council once I take King’s Landing. But… I would like to. To legitimise you.” Rhaenyra stopped short when you froze and stared at her.

“Will I have to leave my family?” You asked. She sighed and shook her head.

“No. I do not think it will be necessary. they may reside with you in the Red Keep. If they wish. But… It does not sit well with me to allow my husband to neglect you. We are partners where he falls short. I must make up.” Rhaenyra said firmly. You gave her a dubious look but said nothing. You had nothing but snide comments to say about the man.

“I do not know what to say.” You said eventually.

“Say that you will not go to King’s Landing alone. Allow me to find a way to help. Please.” Rhaenyra said with a smile and finally caved, reaching for your hand. You allowed her to take it, staring down at the strange gentle embrace as Baela landed Moondancer.

“I… will not. I will wait.” You said and glanced at Baela. Rhaenyra let go of your hand and gestured for you to leave. You hurried to Baela who gave you a cold look.

“I am sorry!” You said urgently. She dismounted neatly and patted the dragon’s neck. 

“For someone who has nothing but blood in common with my father. You are certainly just like him.” Baela said cooly as she stepped towards you. She looked at your dragon who trilled at Moondancer who looked rather annoyed at the attention of the young dragon. “What have you named him?”

“He? He doesn’t have one?” You asked. Baela shook her head and started to walk up the beach to a large cave. You watched Rhaenyra take to the air with Syrax before looking back at Baela who had stopped to wait for you.

“He was born… shortly before I was. Rhaenyra upset my father. She said he was yours.” She smiled at you and you hurried to keep up with her.

“I don’t know what I should call him. You know more about them than I… what do you think?” You asked. She laughed and glanced back at the dragons who were in the air, gliding over the water together.

“That is your choice. But perhaps I should teach you what I know of being a rider. My grandmother was a great dragon rider.” Baela sighed and continued walking. “I had heard that. She was kind too. Baela I am sorry. I should not have…” You started and she stopped.

“Our father… my… father. Daemon. He is a complicated man. Rhaenyra will do her best by us. It is in her nature but Daemon will do as he pleases. But you and I are sisters. We are not our… Daemon. I understand the pain he can cause more than anyone else will. I forgive you. But we must stand together.” She said in a tone that was queen-like in its tone.

“I have never had sisters. Brothers do not tend to stand together.” You said and smiled as you thought of your brother's roughhousing.

“Tell me about them?” Baela asked as she stopped at the mouth of the large cave to watch the dragons ride the low sea winds as they swirled together through the air.

[jacesbeloved]

handmaiden ✷ j. velaryon, b. targaryen

✷ ⎯ summary: wherein jace and baela’s marriage looks for just a wee bit more spice and who better than you, their favorite handmaiden.

✷ ⎯ pairing: jacaerys velaryon x handmaiden!reader x baela targaryen

✷ ⎯ warnings: 18+, consented threesome, m/f/f, slightly innocent!reader, oral (f and m receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight voyeurism (probably more i just forgot abt some)

A soft call of your name from inside of Princess Baela's and Prince Jacaerys' chambers disrupts your current activity. You were busy in assisting the other handmaidens with their daily chores when their call echoed through the corridors.

You had grown rather fond of the couple, having known them ever since you were just a little girl when your mother was still teaching you her ways. Sometimes, you'd even get scolded by your mother because of how much you stay with Jacaerys and his brother. Whenever Baela visits King's Landing with her sister, of course, you stay with them as well.

It takes a minute for you to arrive at their door but when you do, you knock and there's no response. You knock again and you hear Baela's voice calling you inside.

"Yes—Oh my, I'm sorry. I'll come back another—" surprises screams through your tone as you hurry out of the room after seemingly barging in during an intimate moment. Baela was straddling Jace's lap, making out with each other.

Your eyes go wide as you clutch your chest, breathing heavily while leaning on the wall beside the door.

What in the actual seven hells did I just see?

You swore Baela called you inside, it wasn't just some hallucination or anything, she really did. You remember it as clear as day. If you didn't hear her clearly, you wouldn't have came in the first place. You're not that close with them.

"I thought you heard us called you?" The voice behind you makes you jump. Baela's head peeking from their door. Words get caught in your throat. Nothing but a confused, stammering mess as you tried to reply to her. "You, uh, you and Prince Jacaerys were busy. I apologize for intruding on such a time I just heard you, uhm, yeah."

"I know, silly! We were calling you."

You point a finger to yourself, scratching the side of your head with your other hand. "Me...?"

Baela lets out a lighthearted huff, looking around the corridor before pulling you inside of the chambers by your wrist. The sudden contact making you stumble inside as you stand there frozen like a statue with your eyes closed shut.

You hear their chuckles around you. Still hesitant to open your eyes in fear of what might be in front of you.

"It is okay to open your eyes, don't worry," you hear Jacaerys' soft voice speak from somewhere inside. "She's cute, closing her eyes." Baela adds on and you already know she's smiling.

Slowly, with a few more convincing from the two, you open your eyes. As if the world has not surprised you yet, it's definitely surprising you now.

The top of Baela's dress was down, hanging around her waist as it would only take a simple pull from you and everything she had covered in her southern region will be out in the open. You glue your eyes above her neck, trying your best not to look at the beautiful pair of breasts that she displayed proudly.

Your throat goes dry as you still can't find the right words to describe what you're feeling.

"You're scaring the poor girl, Beloved. She looks like she'll faint any minute now," you internally thank Jacaerys for noticing that. You honestly didn't know how you can handle the situation, your mother never trained you for situations such as this.

"Please don't faint," Baela frowns, holding your hand. Your heart instantly beats faster than before. "We haven't even gotten to the fun yet."

You inhale deeply, "What fun?"

The woman in front of you grins, tightening her hold around your hand before bringing you to the enormous bed where Jacaerys had been sitting on since earlier. His lips puffier than it already is, numerous love marks on his chest.

"Okay, for your sake, let us explain first in very simple terms," you nod at Baela's introduction, still keeping your eyes above level as you see Jacaerys eye her chest down, his hand lovingly holding one breast before he presses a kiss on it like you weren't there.

"We want to invite you to our bed." Baela says in a straightforward manner, with a smile.

"Your..?"

"Yes, as in our bed. Here. Now." She adds, looking at you with a genuine look but confusion was the only thing you felt.

Why were they inviting you of all people?

Baela answers the question on your mind, "We want to try new things in the bedroom and frankly...you're the only one we trust the most to be with."

"We don't want to pressure you to do things you don't want to, okay? You don't have to accept the invitation right—"

Your head nods before you can even overthink your decision. The couple just as surprised as you were. They look at each other, a laugh eliciting from the both of them making you laugh awkwardly as well.

"Are you sure?" Jacaerys asks, his eyes expressing concern.

You nod again, "Yes, my prince, I am very...sure."

Your voice came out breathier than you had intended but who could blame you? They may be a friend of yours but the way they looked at you now is like they're ready to swallow you whole.

"You need not to call us formally. Jace and Baela are perfectly fine. We are friends here, and we'll not do anything you are not comfortable with." Jace notes, signaling to Baela with a nod.

"You can start by pulling off my dress, sweetheart," Baela says, guiding your hand to the dress pooling at her waist. With careful hands, you pull it off, finally letting your eyes wander across her body until you've fully pulled the dress off.

The older woman steps out of it, reaching behind you to undo your own dress which takes her no more than a minute to do so.

Her eyes marvel at the sight of your naked breasts. Not being able to stop herself as she presses a warm kiss on the two erect buds. A soft moan coming from you as you feel her tongue circling your nipple while she pulls the rest off.

Now, you were both fully naked. You turn your head to Jace's direction, the prince slowly palming his trousers making your cheeks heat up.

"I think Jace needs some help, sweetheart," Baela grins as she takes a quick glance at her lover. The said man's lips stretching into a smile as Baela helps you onto the bed, hitting your ass excitedly.

You sit next to him, Jace taking the liberty in initiating the kiss first. His tongue swiping across your lip as you happily open your mouth, letting him explore every part. You could feel his hand groping your chest as you let him do as he pleases.  A groan escapes his lips making him pull away. Your eyes dart open and you see Jace looking down on where Baela was, his cock out and angry as she runs her hand up and down. You feel a surge of heat in your core when Baela licks the underside of his cock all the while batting up her eyelashes at both you and Jace.  Baela notices you press your legs together and so she gestures at you to come to her. You do as she wants, going on your knees to crawl to where she was and you feel something foreign from behind. Without any warning, you feel Jace's tongue on your hole making you yelp. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you halt due to the sensation. You melt into the mattress with no more care anymore. Wanton moans resonating around the walls.  "How does Jace's mouth feel, sweetheart?" Baela coos, holding your face up to press a kiss on your lips before lying down on her back in front of you. You feel your throat go dry when Baela spreads her legs right in front of your face, her drenched cunt looking so enticing that you didn't even notice you staring directly at it. She reaches down to tap your chin, "I asked you a question."  You whine, "It feels so good." Satisfied with your answer, Jace inserts a finger, pumping it slowly inside you making you moan louder. Baela spreads her own folds, calling your attention. "Have you eaten out a woman before, sweetheart?"  "I haven't," you say, thinking to yourself How hard could it possibly be to pleasure a woman?   "Don't just look at it. Eat it," you first dive in, licking her slit before swirling your tongue on her clit. She tasted heavenly. Saying it was better than any meal you have eaten in your life is not much of an exaggeration. The long and satisfied moan that you hear from her spurs you on more as you lap her juices faster.  For someone that hasn't done anything with a woman, you definitely exceeded her expectations.  You try to focus on licking and flicking your tongue across and inside of her folds but Jace is making it hard to do so. He's become a lot more aggressive with his ministrations, pumping in three fingers while he sucks on your clit hungrily.  Jace hits just the right spot and you had to pull away from Baela's pussy to cry out from the pleasure. Feeling so close to the edge. Baela props herself on her elbows, watching your blissed out face.    He feels you clench around his fingers, tell-tales of your orgasm prompting him to quicken up. Soon enough, your head drops down with a loud moan. Your legs quivering on his face as he licks every drop from your pussy.  "Sit up, come on. We're not finished."

[madame-fear]

𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 ──── 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

a masterlist for Play Date? zoo wee mama. I felt in the obligation to do this because it’s to keep my works more organised. ♡

∿ 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

𐙚 PLAY DATE 𐙚 ONCE LOST, TWICE FORGOTTEN (can be read as a part two, or as standalone).

∿ 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄.ᐟ

after you dump Jace, you’ve got some interesting candidates willing to woo you— but who will you end up with? this will be a mix between headcanons and drabbles, including Cregan, Gwayne, Baela, Luke, and possibly, Rhaenyra; and you can read how it would be if you leave Jace for any of them. this is still under work !

[aemondmybbg]

five (5) new bots out !!

@ illumielle on character ai ᡣ𐭩

(1) aegon x wh0re!user (just aegon falls in love with one of the brothel workers and finds love and comfort in her arms) (req)

(2) daemon x strong!user (where he falls in love with simon strong's daughter who is very warm-hearted and kind, she takes care of him and he experiences something similar for the first time)

(3) aemond x niece!user (they're married, but after luke's death and usurpation they became estranged and he tries to improve relations with her by visiting her)

(4) daeron x sister!user (she married borros baratheon and comes to daeron for comfort after her first wedding night) (req)

(5) baela x cousin!user (where she calms you down after a fight with your mother) (req)

[themotherofblood]

On dancer reader, can we have some motherly moment between reader, Baela and Rhaena, with a little Daemon participation, please? (would love to read something about their relationship)

yes!! I love this idea, this is a little blurby. Also Daemon being a total girl dad!!

Masterlist | part one | part 2

There wasn’t a scarcity of children in the Old Palace, all your half sinblings, step siblings and even cousins filled every extravagant room the palace had to offer. Luckily, Daemon and your quarters were rather secluded, spacious marble floored rooms over looking The Sunset Sea, the orange hue of the dusk painted your chambers every evening.

This particular evening, Daemon had taken Baela dragon riding. Moondancer had finally grown large enough to be saddled, a shiny purple leather saddle with a gold moon pendant was worn by the young creature. The curtesy of his niece Rhaenyra, she gifted Daemon and by extension you, a clutch of eggs, four magnificently coloured orbs for the babe within you and the many more to come.

You had lounged out at the Mirrored Palace with your family, some painting away with the newest oil colours from Bravos, the others brawled with each other as you embroidered away a red tunic with gold threads. You hadn’t noticed until the hour of crow that Rhaena wasn’t amongst you. You excused yourself, trailing away at the gardens to find the little white haired beauty, instead you found her handmaidens who told you she was in her chambers.

“Rhaena?” You called out, her small frame sat by the lit hearth that held her egg for over a year now, and many more years elsewhere. You huffed, holding onto the chaise rests to lower yourself onto it. “What’s wrong darling?” You pet her head.

“I- I wonder if the egg for my sister would hatch,” she sulked, you knew this to be a sensitive subject for her, she placed her egg down and looked up at you apologetically for her abruptness. Both girls had firmly decided that the child within you would be a girl and then proceeded to pick an egg from the four Rhaenyra had sent.

“Maybe it will, maybe it won’t,” you smiled at her, patting the space next to you for her to sit as she cradled her egg. “I do not know much of dragons, I don’t understand it like you do, your father does.” You hugged your arms around her.

“What I do know is, the dragons do not make you who you are,” you stated, a truth you understood about your husband. Caraxes a mere extension of who he was and the fire within him.

“Father seems to think otherwise, everyone in our bloodline has one,” Rhaena pouted as she rest her head against your shoulder “even mother did.”

“That isn’t true, Rhaena,” you cooed “your father wants nothing more than to help you claim one some day, should you ask him he will tell you all the same.”

“Then why doesn’t he?” she questioned, her purple eyes filled with moisture, her bottom lip jutted out and darkened cheeks heated.

“kesrio syt iksā tolī byka,” Daemon’s voice rumbled from behind you, he stood leaning against the posts of the veranda, still in his riding clothes as he approached Rhaena. You are too little.

Rhaena appeared sheepish as she made space for Daemon before plopping herself onto his lap. “I’d rather you be little, chubby and alive rather than a dragon rider. I wasn’t one until I was nearly six summers older than you.” He tickled her tummy making her giggle before resting her head against his shoulder.

“I miss mother,” she reminisced making Daemon turn to you uneasily.

“Well,” you spoke up, pointing at the window where the skies had already darkened “when I miss mine own, I look at the stars.”

“The stars?” Rhaena looked confused.

“Look at them, think of Laena and pick a star that might appear to be her,” you smiled at her “that way, every night your mother can visit you.”

Rhaena looked for a moment, you could see her eyes darting all over before she picked one, her eyes softened “that one,” she whispered pointing at the star.

You later in the week had been met with crucial urgency as your handmaiden huffed, running to you about your husband. Daemon nearly loosing his mind at an ungodly hour in the morrow as he went to rouse Baela. She wanted to see the sun rise from high above the skies, he would have taken Rhaena along with him. He stroked Baela’s pretty hair to rouse her from the pouted dream she had been dreaming, Baela groaned and grumbled, burying herself further under the sheets “papa, no.” She whined as Daemon pulled her.

Instead of chuckling at Baela’s adorable protests, his gut filled with horror as his daughter’s bed was stained with blood. No, no- not his sweetling. He shook Baela harder this time to wake her, looking over her face and arms to find any sign of injury before yelling at the guards to fetch his you and the Maesters.

“Are you hurt? Baela, you must tell me what happened,” he urged her, Baela appeared confused until she saw the blood standing her night gown until she too mirrored her father’s terror.

“Papa, am I going to die?” Baela cried, her bottom lip wobbling. Daemon tried to remain calm as he shook his head, nothing would happen to his daughter. His urgency wasn’t met with enough speedy response, he grew impatient for the Maesters to arrive. “Everything will be fine,” he rocked Baela in his arms.

You burst through Baela’s bed chambers, huffing and cradling your bump as your took in the scene infront of you. The stained bed, the terror on Daemon and Baela’s face, the staining on the lower half of Baela’s nightgown. You shoulders slumped in relief as you slapped a hand over your thudding chest to calm your breathing.

“Daemon she is fine,” you calmly stated.

He began to look at you like madness had filled your head as he gestured to all the blood, how were you not loosing your mind. Merely weeks ago you pulled the entirety of the Old Palace upon your head when Baela cut her elbow from a fall. He shook his head, clutching Baela harder.

“Daemon, she’s flowering.” You sighed, trying to pull Baela away from his tight hold, she looked confused between the two of you.

Daemon frowned “she’s too young,” he shook his head once more, once again refusing to let his daughter go.

“I flowered at eight, she in nine.” you stressed, once again trying to pull Baela away as the Maesters finally came to the her chambers.

The two appeared worried until you spoke without looking at them, asking them to leave a essence of milk of the poppy behind. Baela’s handmaidens we’re ordered to draw a bath for the young girl. “Go on darling,” you nodded at her to clean up as they stripped her sheets.

Daemon still sat on the footrest, looking a little calmer than before as you came to stand in front of him. He groaned, resting his head against your belly before pressing two kisses to it over your robe. “She is fine, Daemon.” You reassured once more by squeezing his shoulder.

“I was so sure-“ he shook his head. “She’s flowering?” Daemon looked up at you, your fingers pushed back his hair as you nodded looking down at him.

“She’s growing,” you stated making Daemon grunt once more, finding the thought of his little girls growing so quickly displeasing.

“See after her? Please,” he requested, you nodded before moving behind the divider when Baela sat submerged in her tube, only her head popped out of the milky water.

“I am not dying?” she asked, still confused. You shook your head.

“It’s your moon blood, it shall happen for every turn of the moon,” you said making her grimace.

“Every moon!” She exclaimed making you giggle.

“Unfortunately so darling,” you smiled at her sympathetically.

The handmaidens brought chamomile tea from the kitchens for you to lace with a drop of milk of the poppy. Enough to make the rumbling pain in her belly heel, her handmaidens wrapped her in thick cloth before helping her back in bed.

“This tea is going to heal her?” Daemon paced by the foot of the bed.

“Don’t be daft Daemon,” you glared at him chicken mothering down your neck. He knows well enough that one cannot just heal away moon blood. “It’s for the pain.”

Rhaena had long awoken and found herself situated next to her twin sister, she appeared a little nervous about the blood but curious. She hugged her sister a little too tight making Baela swat her back before succumbing to her hold. The two of you left the girls to rest as you pulled Daemon out of their rooms.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you thought over the brave Rogue Prince loosing his bearings over moon blood. He glared out you, making you laugh even harder, choking out apologies as you clutched your bump trying to stop. He groaned all the way through, dragging you back your shared bed chamber as your fit of giggles just wouldn’t stop.

“You can either stop giggling like a child, or I can make you,” he warned, his own lips faltering as they curled upwards with your giggles.

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The Brave 🐲| Baela Targaryen Headcanon

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Being the companion (and secret lover) of Baela Targaryen would look like:

You were childhood friends, your father a Lord who fought with Prince Daemon and Lord Corlys in the StepStones. The two of your families often dinned together and therefore you were close to Baela and Rhaena. Often seeking the gardens or library, and when the opportunity arose to the training yard, to get away from Septas. 

Your mother was friends with Lady Laena and Princess Rhaenyra. So sometimes you were to accompany your mother at Court when the Princess wrote to your mother to visit. During those times you exchanged letters to Baela and Rhaena, but more so to Baela--as you two had more interests in common. 

Baela loved a crossbow, you loved a sword. Together you read the histories of House Targaryen and the Conquering of Westeros. You did each other's hair, helped with dressing, and rode horses along the grounds. Baela would bring you sailing with her gransire. You helped her study when the Septas got on her for not paying attention during lessons. 

Growing up you had little interest in boys and marriage, opting to rather read books, paint the gardens, and learn to shoot. Baela was the same, and while you both had responsibilities and expectations, often you daydreamed together of taking a ship far away beyond the lines of the map. Where Baela could fly MoonDancer in free skies. Where you could captain your own ship. 

"Mother has begun telling me of her lady friends' sons. I fear she and my father are planning a match with the Tully boy set to become the Lord of the Riverlands once his grandsire departs." *gasp* "But he is barely of age!!" "From the looks of it, it is either him or a man older than my father. Gods, I'd rather go beyond the wall then marry either of them."

When you realized your feelings for Baela, it was years after the Driftmark incident when you both were ten and seven. Following Lord Corlys illness, Princess Rhaenys requested you to join her and Baela on Driftmark where she was ruling in Lord Corlys steed. She knew Baela felt lonely and missed you while you were back home in the Crownlands. So, with permission from your family--and since your marriage to Oscar Tully hadn't happened yet--you set sail to Driftmark. 

Not long after the relationship you had with Baela shifted. Both of you feeling the difference in the way you sought each other out each time you entered a room. Or how you waited until the other arrived to break your fast. Constantly exchanging glances and smiles when you knew no one was looking. When you both confessed, and started a secret relationship, the only people you told were Rhaena and the few servants you trusted. They of course loved you both considering you were lovely and gracious to your staff unlike most noble ladies, so your secret remained with them.

Princess Rhaenys, however, picked up on it rather quickly. But, out of love for her granddaughter and likeness of you, she turned the other way when questions arose from Lords and Ladies. Commenting how strange it was for the two of you to spend hours of the day by yourselves and made gestures usually associated with courtship. 

Leaving flowers from the gardens in each other's chambers. Baela taking you for a ride on MoonDancer. Spending nights without supervision. Hiding away during banquets and formal dinners. 

Rhaenys did remind the both of you of your expectations. Yes, she wished Baela happiness, but you were betrothed and Baela soon would be too. That conversation was tabled for another day, as neither of you were ready to face the reality of your situation. 

"My uncle was married to Rhaenyra for ten years and it is said he continued to see his lover. We can surely do the same. Our families would never put us in harm's way."  "Darling, my family plans to send me to the Riverlands. And I wouldn't put it past your stepmother to propose a marriage between you and her son. This....we cannot escape this."

But of course, you tried. For a while actually you managed to keep it under wraps. Then of course when Lucerys' claim was called into question, followed by King's Viserys' death and usurpation of the throne, people pretty much forgot about the rumors surrounding you two. Everyone more focused on threat at hand. 

And when years of blood, sweat, tears, fire, and a whole lot of death finally ended with the conclusion of the Dance of Dragons, your efforts in securing Rhaenyra's bloodline onto the Iron Throne were inked down by historians. Right next to the love of your life, Baela the Brave, who you continued to stay by until the end of your days. 

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𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

Plot: Baela needs some stress relieving before the battle, and who's best than her sweet older sister?

Cw: lovesick!Baela Targaryen x reader, top!Baela x sub!reader, could be Blackfyre!reader but this is not really canon so who cares, smut, fingering, grinding, your usual unhinged medieval sexuality, incest, targcest could be read as internalized homophobia but not really, dirty talk, virginity loss, Baela's POV at first, then reader's POV

Notes: This is not really canon, or important in the Dragon Jaws/Blackfyre series, it's just a little treat

Baela and Y/N were in a tent after a session with the generals of the black army, they discussed the strategy for combat tomorrow. It was late, probably later than it was prudent, after all, no warrior with half a brain would go into war without proper rest; but it was not easy to fall asleep with so much in mind.

The sisters shared a tent, both as a security measure, and one of emotional need. They had spent their whole lives together, missing each other terribly when apart. They would exchange letters and travel on dragonback into the arms of one another, though the tent was missing Rhaena, their other sister, they accepted this gracefully, as it was to keep her safe.

They slept on a big bed (as much as it could be called a bed), usually ending up tangled in the other's embrace. For Baela, it was hard. She was in love with her sister, she desired her. It had evolved throughout the years, but she was sure she loved her sisters from the moment she was able to love. During puberty this feeling grew, it enveloped her, and now, as an adult, it was irresistible. For one, she was grateful she was born a woman, she could shower and dress with her without any shame, stare at her bosom, her perky nipples, her hips, her back, so soft and ready to be marked. She remembered this time during her younger years, where with the excuse of curiosity, she asked her older sister about her developing body, Baela standing naked before her, with her only in her undergarments, both getting ready for bed after swimming on the sea.

"I just can't know if they will get like yours, can you look at me?" She timidly asked. Y/N just caressed her curly hair, and said "It's normal, they look normal. They just might be small, that's lovely too" she said, innocent to the hormone-filled train of thought Baela was conjuring. Y/N topped it off with words that would be repeated over and over in Baela's head for years to come: "You can't tell anyone this, but you and Rhaena are the most beautiful Targaryens to have ever lived" they laughed and Baela felt butterflies erupt in response to her gentleness.

And now, Baela can't sleep thinking about that, she wants her, if not now, when? When will they ever find a better place and time to have each other? Probably many more, Baela thinks, however, what matters is that after years of simmering, her lust has come to a boil.

"Y/N" she calls

"Ahem?" She responds, sleep filled voice

"Have you thought about the end of the war?" She asks, snuggling her body close to hers, Baela is hugging her from behind, the bed feels warm

"I guess we all have"

"I'm fighting like a man" Baela stated "But once the war ends, I won't have the power of a man"

"I think we all want the power of a lord. Lord Baelon, how does that sound? I think it has a nice ring to it" said the oldest "How about me? How would my name sound as a lord?"

"Hmm... I'd like you to remain a lady" Y/N made a curious noise at Baela's words, and then noticed her hand going lower, from the side of her chest, to her waist. "That way... You would be lord Baelon's wife, keep the blood of the dragon pure" her hand hands reached for the buttons in her nightgown. "I would share you with Rhaena" she stopped to think of a fitting name for her sister "Lord Rhaegar, that would be nice... But she can be a lady too, what matters is that I'll have both of you"

Y/N aids Baela with the unbuttoning of her blouse, guiding her hand to her bare skin "I'm not liking it too much, you are cocky, I would like to marry a gentle lord" she says that, but she's undressing for Baela. "Remain a lady, for me, sister, I do not need more"

"I do" Baela says, flipping you on your back, looking deeply into your eyes from above, her hair tickles your shoulders as they fall like a cascade

She closes the distance and kisses you like a starved animal, like a dragon. She's fire, so are you. You devour each other, you grab her curls to trap her, she moans when she feels your nails massage her scalp. You break the kiss to gasp for air, Bae looks dizzy and lovestruck, all of her bold attitude is now gone.

Her hands touch your sides softly, and you nod so she can go ahead. Her palms are soft, but there's an undeniable roughness thanks to the dragon reins she holds onto.

Baela kisses your neck, by this point, your torso is bare, you get goosebumps from the cold air around you. She kisses all the way down to your navel, your underpants are tied with baby blue ribbons, and Baela softly tugs them down.

"It's not enough" she whispers in your ear as she exposes your cunt

You softly sigh as her slender fingers play with your folds, gathering the slick and rubbing your clit with it. She keeps kissing you, and teasing your hole with her finger, not quite fucking you with it. You enjoy it until you don't, and start shamelessly grinding against her, you get a little louder, whining "Lady Baela" and biting your lip in hopes of seducing her. She can't resist, and slowly inserts only her ring finger, slowly pumping in and out of you.

Soon the pace quickens, but you both agree is not enough, and Baela is shivering with the desire to be touched too. Mid-making out, she asks you to sit up.

"I have an idea, just-" she undresses too, with your eager help she lays down, resting her head on the pillow, now naked. She motions you to sit on top of her. You slowly lower yourself with Baela guiding your hips to where she wants them to be, both of you giggle with the tender awkwardness of both your cluelessness.

Your pulsing cunt comes to grind on top of her, you experimentally move, and are rewarded with a a breathy moan from Baela. You build your pace, wiggling your hips and riding her pussy, you start slow, feeling her clit and folds rub with yours, at first it's too intense, and your eyes get wet with tears from pleasure. But then it's not enough, and you ride her like it's the last thing you'll do, it gets difficult to hide your moans, but you think anyone would know what's happening, based on the wet clapping sounds of skin of skin.

It gets slippery with slick, and your hips get tired, but Baela's voice demanding more is just too intoxicating. You come and collapse on top of her, but she's still rolling her hips and sucking on your neck, you plead for mercy, but she's as ruthless in bed as in the battlefield, so after you momentarily stop, she bites you. "Did I say you could stop?" You are in fact tired, but just listening to her commands has you clenching, so your lower body gets a mind of its own and keeps moving to satisfy your sister. You know that you would probably see the sun arise before Baela had her fill of you.

...

"Y/N" she calls, this time she doesn't wait for an answer, as she knows you're awake "You will not marry anyone, you'll wait for me"

You get a little sad, you know that you can never marry Baela, and don't know exactly what she means "Yet you will marry Jace" you say, maybe a little too hurt

"I will" Baela makes you look at her in the eyes, as she promises you this "But I will make him take you as a wife too, you will not marry until that happens" she's tender, but you are aware she's being dead serious. Jacaerys taking a second wife? A bastard one at that? It sounds too fantastic, and you would like to live in that fantasy, but your mind will not let you.

"Trust me, Y/N."

"I don't think many would accept it"

"Then I suppose Moondancer will have grow fat from too many nobles"

[aereasrage]

jace and baela thinking they’re gonna bring polygamy back and have jace marry reader so she can be their rhaenys

[gothgleek]

Jock!Baela x f!Reader- NSFW Alphabet

Baela is the star athlete of King’s Landing University and you are her girlfriend.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’ll tell you want a good girl you’ve been for her while wiping your body clean if she has time. Then she’s drooling on the pillow next to you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Baela is proud of what she can do with her hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She is a squirter and damn proud of it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She’s into incest play because of the taboo nature. Baela will also break into the rival teams’ facilities and have sex there. She says it’s a good luck charm and you haven’t seen it fail her once.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s had a few long term relationships and picked up stuff from them but she’s open to new things and learning what turns you on.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She’s a fan of the ‘Viennese Oyster’ so you can see how flexible she is. Alternatively, she likes doggy because she likes to slap your ass.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sex with Baela is great because she’s making jokes and not putting any pressure on you (unless you beg her of course.)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She’s waxes everywhere, especially during the winter because she’s on the swim team. When she plays lacrosse in the spring and soccer/football in the fall, she’ll let her leg hair grow out a little but she doesn’t make it a habit.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Baela is romantic outside of the bedroom but in bed not really. She sees sex as a good time, not anything serious.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She’s pretty horny so she’ll jack off quite a bit. Sometimes she’ll wake up with the vjbrator still buzzing and give herself an orgasm before running out to her next class.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She’s got a bit of an exhibitionist streak and will finger you on the bus while her teammates are asleep. Also she’s into stepcest porn so the two of you will watch it together.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The field after winning a big game.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Nothing like winning a game or placing first place will do it for her.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She’s not into roleplaying or feet. Also complicated lingerie. She hates patiently untying every strap and ribbon.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She’s a giver because you’re cute when you fall apart under her touch but sometimes she’s feeling sore after practice so you need to give her an orgasm or three to make her feel better.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She prefers taking her time and enjoying you but she’s got the stamina to take you as hard and as fast as she wants.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sports keeps her schedule pretty packed so she’ll do it out of necessity more than anything. She prefers longer periods so she can take her time and really praise you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She stole a spare key to the university swimming pool so she could fuck you in the deep end once.

And she fully plans on doing it again.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can go all day if you let her. Which you have.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has a paddle she likes to use on you. She’s also a fan of restraints and blindfolds where she can she her box of toys on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She is a big tease. She’ll send you pictures here and there, make you wear a toy to her practice, and when you get all flustered, she’ll tell you to ‘use your words Princess.’

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s pretty quiet, occasionally she’ll grunt or moan. Baela did perfect how to give loud spankings though.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Baela would like to try object insertion with you- her lacrosse stick to her baseball bat to her bottle of beer. She thinks you will look so pretty opening up for her.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She’s also got nipple piercings and a belly piercing.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes her a while but if it’s after a big practice, she’s out pretty quickly. If it’s after a big game, she’s up for longer.