GOT modern; Stepping out in public

It all happened in a blur. Baahal couldn't remember what happened before Jaime and she stepped out of their car and onto the red carpet. All she knew was that he comforted her and gave her the little push she needed to fully overcome her stress. Jaime had a way with words. He always seemed to know what to tell her at the right moment. With Jaime, it felt as if there was just the two of them in the world, and tonight was no exception. She did not mind the photographers, the flashes, the yelling. She did not mind the screams from fans who watched from afar as celebrities stepped onto the red carpet. She did not care, as long as Jaime was holding her hand. Their entwined fingers, his warm body next to hers, and his intense yet warm presence brought her considerable comfort while facing the press. 

It had become a hot topic of discussion all over the internet. They had been seen in public, exchanging pleasantries and polite smiles instead of the usual feud between their families. It happened so many times that rumours of the two of them dating started in chatrooms and Discord servers. Then they were seen talking to each other, smiling and laughing as if they were old friends, which fueled the rumours about them dating, which by this time had turned into full-blown ship wars. Suddenly, their fans either started to support them as a dream couple, thinking that they were a match made in heaven. Others, however, were cursing the very idea of Jaime and the heiress becoming a couple. Some were partial to the Lannisters or the Targaryens and had taken their family feud to heart. Others were more interested in seeing Jaime date another woman and for Baahal to have other suitors.  Ultimately, it was all the streets were talking about. 

The silver-head heiress managed to give elusive answers to the relentless questions about her love life, claiming that she was focused on herself and her role as the Targaryen's ambassador, but the truth could not be contained any longer. Obviously, a couple of days after Jaime agreed to go public with her, they both went to Naath for a short holiday.  Paparazzi caught them kissing and acting lovey-dovey during their holidays, and it simply broke the internet. While the silver-head did not care about what random people had to say about her relationship with Jaime. These people had no impact on her life whatsoever, and she was already used to being criticized. She even used her infamous nickname "Firecracker", which was used against her, and turned it into an endearing nickname used between Jaime and her. What she was afraid of was the reactions of both their families,  

As expected, Daenerys and Viserys were furious. Viserys was trying his best to become a better person, but he managed to say how he felt about this relationship in mean and angry terms. Daenerys disapproved but decided to remain silent. Instead of arguing with her sister, she decided to stop talking to Baahal completely, to the point of making the young heiress feel a sense of dread overwhelm her. It was to be expected after all. Dany upheld the family feud and refused to watch her sister stray from what their father had wanted. The silver-head knew that she had to go through with it and stay strong. She wanted to be with Jaime, and she was ready to face heartbreaks to do it. It was worth it. Her love for Jaime and the love he had for her were worth fighting for. So she braved everything to be with Jaime that night. Her smile was big. Her face was lit with a light they had not seen in a long time. She was happy. They were happy and in love. 

-TBC-

Got (modern) : The blue nightgown

Jaime saw Bäahal walk around in that beautiful tight little blue nightgown and it caught his attention. Nakedness was beautiful but it was a natural state for the two of them. A naked body was just that, a naked body. But when the said body had an inviting attitude, then it became a promise. It wasn't just about being attractive to the eye, it was about anticipating the moment they would become one. Yet, the Lannister would always have a little preference for the garbs she would put on, to excite his imagination. He, for lack of proper terms, was a sucker for beautiful nightgowns, especially when they were made of lace, satin, and ribbons. He enjoyed the softness of the fabric. He adored how it hugged her curves so effortlessly and on top of it all, Jaime Lannister loved when Bäahal Targaryen kept them on while they were having sex.

It might have something to do with the different textures he had to play with. Her skin, the lace, her skin, the satin, her skin the ribbons. It might also have something to do with her being half-dressed as if they were in a hurry and couldn't wait to taste each other. As if she was a present he half-opened because he was way too excited. It complimented her figure, the colors were vibrant and explosive.. sending his senses overdrive. Jaime didn't know, but he couldn't contain himself when she was flaunting her nightgown-clad body at him as if nothing was happening.

That morning she woke up early, brushed her teeth, put her nightgown on, and started to make breakfast for the two of them. It was her turn to surprise him with breakfast in bed. It didn't happen because Jaime felt the shift of weight in the bed and woke up to an empty room. He scratched his chest and quietly went to the bathroom to brush his teeth before he went to the kitchen. He found her singing and swinging her nice plump ass to the rhythm. It felt right and nice for a Sunday morning so he stared at her with a grin on his lips. His girlfriend didn't notice him for she was way too deep into the rhythm but she didn't squeal when he went behind her and grabbed her waist. Instead, the silver head kept dancing and pushed against his hands to invite him.

Jaime grinned and danced along with her, pressing his morning wood right in between her plump rear, eliciting a groan from her. It didn't stop Bäahal from dancing and cooking for them both. Toasts with scrambled eggs were on their way. He kissed the crook of her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. His hands were still on her waist and gently hitched her nightgown up, to expose her bare rear and have her feel better his raging erection. Bäahal pretended not to feel anything and kept cooking until he started to nibble on her neck. His hands gently roamed over her frame, feeling her taut belly, and her soft arms, and his lips covered her soft skin with kisses. It tickled a bit so she chuckled and then turned her face, along with her body to face him.

« You are a very very bad boy Mr. Lannister. I am cooking, do you want me to ruin our scrambled eggs? »

« Mmhhh I don't care about the eggs. You look delicious in this nightgown. » He grinned at her and wrapped his powerful arms around her waist, while she kept her hands on his cheeks.

« I don't know Mr. Lannister... Maybe you could show me how much you like that nightgown? »

She teased him. Her voice was low and raspy and he knew that she was in the same mood that he was. Carelessly, he ignored the scrambled eggs and took her to the dinner table where he had her sit and deeply kissed her while his hands were busy hitching her gown up to her waist. She grinned and pulled his flannel pants down to his thighs, letting his hard cock spring free. Jaime caught the gleam in her eye and grinned as she quietly grabbed his cock, already wet with his precum, and stroked it a bit while staring at his emerald eyes. He pulled away from their kiss and grunted in anticipation.

« Do you want me to show you right now? »

She nodded quietly and guided him within her petite core. As he felt her folds gently open and engulf his cock, Jaime groaned and shut his eyes tight. She felt so good that if he didn't know better he wouldn't be able to last any longer but he did know better so he breathed hard and looked up at her beautiful face. Bäahal was playful this morning, so welcoming and so loving. Her warmth literally engulfed him and overwhelmed the knight. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pushed her further onto his cock while his other hand held onto the table to keep his balance. She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her frame.

It was a morning session, one that didn't have the emergence of the night. One that could last forever or never finish at all. They weren't looking for the finish line for they already reached it the night before. No, this morning, he simply wanted to greet her the proper way, the only way he knew would combine their bodies and souls. He wanted to be one with her and bask in the glory of the moment. Jaime relished her warmth and wetness. He relished the constricting muscles around his hard veiny cock. He enjoyed her soft moans as she wrapped her hands around his buttocks and was the one moving his hips to set up a pace. He let her go and have her fun while his lips would devour her. He took the time to taste his girl, remind himself why he couldn't get enough of her, of her spicy skin and loving smile.

« My Golden Lion...... You feel so good. » She allowed herself to say in a half-breathed voice.

She was so taken by the moment that she didn't realize her eggs were burning. The scent and smoke didn't bother them, they barely noticed the fire coming from the pan as she kept pushing him inside of her at a steady pace. It only was when all of a sudden the anti-fire system started to work (and therefore they were drenched in water) that Bäahal and Jaime realized that the breakfast was ruined and their kitchen along with it. The Targaryen started to laugh, thinking the situation was rather funny, and she wrapped her arms around her lover's shoulders.

« Ahahahah This is too much! I told you I was cooking and here you come distracting me with your big dick. »

« I...I didn't do that. What are you talking about? » He heartily laughed along with her and gently pulled away as the situation required their attention. Bäahal let him go and crossed her legs as she witnessed the disaster their kitchen became.

« I guess we'll have to go outside if we want to have breakfast. » She said while getting a little bit more decent.

Both were soaked with water but as the fire stopped, so did the emergency system. She smiled at him and jumped off of the table so she could kiss him and walk out of the kitchen. « I'm going to take a shower, maybe you could join me? » She offered.

What else could he say but « yes? » He followed her to the bathroom with his head full of unfinished stories and his cock still full of promises. 

Sort of.

GOT (modern): Deep thoughts in the bathtub

Bäahal sat in her bathtub. Her legs were pulled up so she could wrap her arms around her frame. Her purple hues stared aimlessly before her. Her luscious white locks were tied in a loose bun so they wouldn't get wet. She could feel it, the warmth in her heart and a newfound calmness she was slowly getting used to. Jaime told her that he was ready to step out together with her. He told her he loved her and he wanted her to be happy. If that meant being out in public, then he would try his best to make it happen. Knowing that he was willing to face the scrutiny of the public and the wrath of both their families comforted the heiress more than she expected. Suddenly, she wasn't fighting alone. Jaime was with her. It made her smile and she leaned her forehead against her knees. Everything would be alright. 

The young woman knew all too well how negatively her siblings and extended family would react to the news of her dating a Lannister. She knew she was going against the family feud her father started with Tywinn Lannister. She knew that Daenerys would take it for betrayal and she would actively reject her sister because she went against their father's wishes. She knew Viserys would loath her, and rightfully so since he hated the Lannisters. It didn't matter how sober he was, this hatred for the Lannisters existed long before he was an adult and his constant public beef with Cersei Lannister only further demonstrated just how much he loathed this family.  They would not take it well but Bâahal didn't want to sit around and wait for them to approve everything she did. If she did, she knew she would have to kiss her freedom goodbye and that was not something she wanted. 

it felt good to be able to finally have something for herself. She was free to be friends with whomever she wanted regardless of how her family would take it. Kyra Lannister was her best friend, her only friend for that matter, so why would she hide this relationship from the world? The same goes for her relationship with Jaime. She was happy when she was with him! Why would she keep it to herself? Yes, of course, being a public figure would always come with unwanted attention and the paparazzi were ready to photograph her at any candid moments (especially if these were embarrassing). She knew that people would look at her and pretend they knew everything about her. She knew about their judgment and grew up being judged for being alive. What would be new? What would be new if not just her being happy for once? She shrugged and held her legs tighter.  She could do this! She could step out with Jaime as her lover and Kyra as her best friend and would be strong enough to face anything that would come their way.  Perhaps, living her truth with a good support system would actually give Bâahal the stability she was looking for. Perhaps....

got (modern) She couldn't afford to lose her -Dany x Baahal-

Daenerys tapped her fingers against the wooden table of her office desk. She had not heard from Bäahal in a while and was panicking. Their relationship had genuinely improved, and she was happy about it. For once, they could have normal conversations that didn't end in tears and screams. For once, they could share a meal without being at each other's throats. For once, she was given enough space to think about what she did to her sister over the years. Perhaps she owed it to Jon Stark, who actually showed her what healthy relationships with your siblings were. He encouraged her to make amends with her sister and try to get to know her better. Little by little, she stopped seeing her as a burden to carry and more as a person to actually get to know.  

This made her reflect upon the things she did to her sister. She ignored her at times and turned a blind eye to the pain she felt and the violence their brother, Viserys, inflicted upon her. Daenerys indulged in violence as well. Unlike Viserys' physical violence, Daenerys' was mostly psychological. She would hurl insults at her, would force Bäahal to remain financially dependent on her, and would treat Bäahal like a stain in the family. With hindsight, it was clear as day that she carried the guilt and rage of both her parents. Rhaella hated Bäahal, not the child herself, but what she embodied. Every time she looked at Bäahal, she saw her husband's infidelity. She felt like salt was rubbed on an open wound every time she looked at that other child and took it as an insult to be forced to welcome her into the family and pretend that she had always belonged there.  

Aerys' guilt was overwhelming. he messed up with both of his families. He couldn't bring himself to leave Rhaella for Sunni because he didn't want to break his family apart but he also didn't want to stop seeing Sunni because he was in love with her.  He felt a duty to both and because he refused to make a decision, everyone ended up suffering. It was easier to hate on Bâahal than to love her and for more than a decade, Daenerys did everything in her power to keep her sister on a leash. She even went as far as to break a relationship she had with a young dornish heir by buying his loyalty. He didn't hesitate and dumped Bäahal with such quickness that it made Daenerys nauseous.  She bought her sister's heartbreak and that wasn't the only thing she did to hurt the silver heiress. She used her for a deal with Bronn and sold her body for some piece of land to repeat what Bäahal accused her of.  Before Jon, it didn't bother her.  Now that he had opened her eyes to the reality of what she did, she felt disgusted with herself. 

How could she repair her relationship with her sister? How could Bäahal trust her again if she ever learned that she bought her breakup? Daenerys was worried about losing the budding loving relationship between the two of them because of her actions. She was worried about losing her sister for good. It sent her shivers down her spine and she grabbed her phone to look at the latest texts they exchanged lately. The conversation was nice, trivial even, they were planning a dinner together and Bäahal insisted on cooking something for the two of them. Daenerys' lips trembled and she put the phone against her chest. No one should ever know what happened and she made sure to remind the dornish prince to always keep his mouth shut lest he wanted to feel her wrath but she knew she couldn't control people to such an extent. Sooner or later the truth would be revealed and Dany didn't want it to blow up in her face. 

She couldn't afford to lose her..

She couldn't. 

GOT shorts about mornings and fatherhood

 When Bäahal saw Jaime with a baby nephew, the only thought she had at this moment was to see him become a dad. The dad of their children. She hasn't expressed her thoughts just yet but it's just a matter of time.

xxx

My favourite smile is the one he has in the early hours of the day. It is when I realize how lucky I am that he loves me and how I don't want to change this life for anything in the world. I love him. I love you, Jaime.

GoT: shorts

She was the people's princess, the warrior maiden, the voice of the voiceless. She witnessed the horrors men could do to one another. She was a victim of said violence, of said hatred, and yet despite it, Bäahal kept an innocent heart. She kept her joy and she kept her love.

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I remember the days I couldn't scream. Days spent wishing for a quick end... Days spent wishing for a better future. I am not sure I can explain what I've been through... I am not sure I remember everything either... I just know the pain is there, hidden deep into the scars on my flesh. I remember... But there is light in my life now. There is happiness...There is a desire to live to see another day."

xxxx

Bäahal had been fighting from the moment she was born. An unwanted child, born out of an unwanted relationship and forced into slavery at a very tender age. A young girl who had to keep her mind from breaking down upon seeing the countless horrors done to others and herself. A young woman who fought to take her freedom from the hands of her slaves. And since then, she'd always fought for her choices, for her family, for others... especially the voiceless. She was terrifying in her own right and didn't need to have a dragon to cast fear upon her enemies. She was a force to be reckoned with yet, her soul was pure, tender, and soft. Yet she maintained some sort of innocence and joy. and love... yes, love.

xxxx

"And she graced the crowd with her presence and they were too mesmerized to find the right words."

xxxx

She was the princess of the seven Kingdoms, a woman with a beauty so uncanny that very few believed she existed. but Bäahal was real and those who were lucky enough to see her could testify.

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"This is our land, these are our people and while I am not queen, I still have a part to play to ensure peace. I will fight for the people, for their freedom and peace of mind. I guess, it is a huge burden to carry on my shoulders, but it feels right to me. it feels right to us. We're breaking the wheel. Aren't we, sister?"

xxxx

He longed for the chance to kiss her lips in public, without being afraid and without having to hide. He longed for the chance to be with her and start a new chapter of his life."

xxx

I am not invincible and I certainly do feel. I fail. I try. I regret that I mess up. I am

Not invincible, and sometimes I might even need to be protected. But I live. I love. I find my strength in it. In my imperfections and shortcomings. In my emotions and my desire to keep trying.

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"We're swimming in troubled waters, but one thing is sure, I will always try to swim towards you, Jaime."

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"They didn't stop to think about the impact of their words on her. Words, like arrows, pierced through the tough skin of her heart and made her bleed. They didn't stop. They wouldn't stop."

xxx

A dragon and a Lion. Who would have thought it could ever happen? I fell for you, I'd fight the gods old and new for you. I know our fate lies in the hands of the queen, and I pray she would see the genuine feelings we have for each other. I pray she grants us her blessings. I pray.

xxx

SHe held the world in her hands. Perhaps more than she could imagine. With the strength of her love, the princess managed to bring back a man to life, and she might even reconcile two families.

xxx

I'm not /your/ baby. I'm not your side-chick, I'm not your sinful angel or whatever shit you wanna call me. I am a Targaryen. I am Fire and Blood."

xxx

"Young in age but with an older soul. I might seem reckless and I sometimes am, but I have more to offer than just my youth. More than just my beauty."

xxxx

And all I could see were cowards who hid behind their principles to justify their behavior. They were scared of me, of the power I had. Of my sex-appeal they couldn’t resist. They were afraid of their own weakness.

xxx

She was known as the daughter of Aerys II, champion of the Long Night, Dragon Rider, The Saint of the Siege, The Jewel of Astapor, and the sister of the Queen. Her name was Bäahal Targaryen

xxxx

You would quickly know what the princess would feel. From the moment she was able to express her true emotions, she'd never stopped."

xxx

"All I want is to help people, make sure that those who suffer have a chance at a peaceful and happy life. Al I want is to be happy...because I believe that after all the thunder and lightning, a little sun and rainbow are well deserved."

xxx

"Viserion is no more, Viserion fought his battle.

Don't be fooled by the lack of dragon by my side. I might not ride them anymore but I am Dragonborn. I have the blood of the dragon and I will burn my enemies to ashes."

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"I wish for my mother to witness how happy her daughter is today. Her sacrifices bore fruits and I am a testament to her resilience. I wish she could see me today. "

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"I wish for my mother to witness how happy her daughter is today. Her sacrifices bore fruits and I am a testament to her resilience. I wish she could see me today. "

xxx

And all I could see were cowards who hid behind their principles to justify their behavior. They were scared of me, of the power I had. Of my sex-appeal they couldn’t resist. They were afraid of their own weakness.

xxxx

I will always champion the people and their needs. If we are going to be wheelbreakers, sister, I have to be the one knowing what the streets are saying and the one to meet our people, wherever they are

xxx

She was the princess of the seven Kingdoms, a woman with a beauty so uncanny that very few believed she existed. but Bäahal was real and those who were lucky enough to see her could testify.

xxxx

She believed in Jaime Lannister, in a way that not even the gods could. She believed in his right to a second chance, a right to be truly happy. She believed he could be a better man.

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“It’s like a knife to the heart, yes, being so far away From him feels like it. A pain that never goes away, a life filled with what-ifs and regrets. Please sister, I beg of you. Reconsider.”

xxxx

We have the right to live.

We've earned it, all of us.

You've earned it."

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"We have to be better than our forefathers. We have to be better for the children to come. We have to be better for ourselves."

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"I am a firecracker. The daughter of the Dragon King. You should be careful when you're around me or you could get burned."

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"I know who I am. I know what I do. I'm a passionate woman, one who gives her all and when I say something, I fucking mean it."

xxx

She was his princess, the last memory of her mother Aerys II had. She was the child made out of true love and despite his genuine feelings, he still ruined her life.

xxx

"She was known as the Jewel of Astapor, the sweet and kind heiress of the Targaryen empire. She was known as the Firecracker, the one who would burn those who dare touch her. 

xxx

"Family before individuality. My sister before myself. Loyalty, Honorability, despair...The House always wins."

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She was known for her uncanny beauty, and her hot temper. She was known for her strong determination and her loyalty. She was known for being confident and some even said she was distant. Yet, all she wanted was to be loved as she was, known as she was, truly seen."

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"They call my sister and me, the 8th wonders of the world. thinking that flattery would take them far. What they fail to understand is that what makes us great isn't the front. the pretty. the skin and bones. it's not the hair or the eyes. no. what makes us great is the fire that burns in our veins. it's the ruthlessness we can sometimes show our enemies. it's the hunger that drives us and the determination to see the end of whatever we put our minds on. we are dragonblood. we are the daughters of the Dragon King and so much more

xxx

You matter. I will remember you. you said. I used to think that my life did not matter. I didn't know what to do once free. I was willing to give my life to my sister, die for her, fight for her... but not live. I realized that living required a lot of effort. I realized that living required a lot of strength and a reason to move forward. I realized my life was worth living when you were in it.. you taught me that. you made me feel that. I.. Jaime. my life is nothing without you. "

xxx

Bäahal, once angry, was a force to reckon with. A force of destruction that could only be matched by the amount of love she was able to give."

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Bäahal had a lot of love to give despite the tragedies that ravaged her heart.

The princess loved her family, her friends, even the commoners who had never seen her, but more importantly, she loved Jaime Lannister.

He was her first choice ever, as an independent person. right after she became free, right after she chose to remain free, she chose to love the knight

GoT (modern): Spiraling out of control

GOT (modern) : Spiraling out of control: 

Bäahal looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her mascara had run down her cheeks from the tears she cried earlier on. Her makeup was messed up, with some of the lipstick being smudged all over her face.  She looked at her cheeks, the bruises on her upper lip, the bruises on her arms and feet. It looked as if she had been in a fight but it was her own doing.  It was her competitive dancing that took her to such a dark place.  Frustrated with the way things were in her life, the heiress decided to give her all during her latest performances. She would jump higher, kick harder, roll, and fall onto the ground without any restraint, like a wild animal cornered by its predator. Her father, had he been alive, would have been worried about her. He would have asked his daughter why she was hurting herself doing something she loved. She would have yelled at him, maybe even hit his chest before finally, the young woman would have cried in his arms and told him what was aggravating her heart like that. But her father was dead. Her older brother was dead and Kyra and Jaime were too busy to be there. 

She wept that night, after one too many rough moves. She wept as soon as she came back home, covered in bruises, blood, and sweat but with a trophy in her hand. She came back at the earliest hours of the day, barely making a noise so she wouldn't wake her siblings and the dogs sleeping at that hour. She came back and started to undress as if she was peeling layers of herself until she reached the mirror. There she started to look at the "battle wounds" of the day, figuring out how much she had lost and how far gone she was. As the adrenaline of the competition started to wane off, Bäahal was now filled with dread and disgust. She hated her reflection. She hated the way she looked in the mirror. She hated the evidence of her carelessness and willingness to hurt herself. It made her weak. It made her vulnerable. It made her loathe herself some more and that was when she started to cry and try and muffle her painful moans with her hand which smudged her makeup. Why was she hurting herself this way if not for the impossible situation she found herself in. 

Loving a Lannister was forbidden. It was akin to betraying her family. Loving one and befriending the other was only making things worse. Daenerys would do her best to destroy this relationship if she knew, and Viserys? He might have been on a redemption path, his hatred for the Lannisters and his deep love for his parents would always precede any sliver of reason he might have. He would become violent again and this time, he would be legitimate in his anger.  Her extended family, which already didn't like her and did their best to kick her out of the family would take it as another reason to actually make it happen.  Besides, who among the Lannisters, would actually accept her? Loving Bäahal would only bring problems to Jaime and Kyra and Bäahal didn't want that to happen to them. Perhaps, she should just... leave. Maybe if she left, everybody would be happy, wouldn't they? Her family would finally be able to ignore her. Jaime and Kyra would be safe from the consequences of loving her. Perhaps, Jaime would meet someone better than her and Kyra could befriend someone actually good. 

As Bäahal cried harder, she couldn't help but think about how much she wanted to share her life with her friends. How tired she was of hiding the truth. How tired she was of keeping her emotions to herself. How she longed for an official dancing career. How she wished to be able to invite her friends to her galas and competitions. She thought about how much she wished for a simpler life, where she would be happy with her friends, her family, and her lover. Was it asking too much? It started to look like this for her. It started to look as if she would carry the guilt of her father on her shoulders, all of her life. Maybe, she didn't deserve to be happy. Maybe... She didn't deserve to be loved... Maybe. She should just be happy with the way things were... Hidden... Frustrating...Lonely.  Maybe...

-TBC-

GOT (modern): Randall Red Simmons

Randall "Red" Simmons, A rich "art dealer" from Essos. A loud and charismatic 37-year-old man who is pursuing Bäahal out of lust and greed. He saw her dance once, during one of her underground dance competitions, and figured out her real identity after obsessing over her for months. He is rather calm and collected as well as very calculating. She will become aware of his existence during another dance competition where he would introduce himself to her after her performance. She wouldn't think a lot about it until he would reintroduce himself at a business meeting. He is patient and would not take her first rejection as a defeat but rather as a "buffer". Red wants Bäahal for her beauty, her youth, her name, and also because he knows she's in a relationship and wants to "steal" her from her partner

Got (modern): Viserys - A clear mind.

A clear mind. Viserys had managed to remain sober for several months now. While a part of him was proud of his efforts, another was in agony.  He couldn’t deny the pain he caused his family, especially not the one he Inflicted on Bäahal. The insults, the physical blows…. Her tears. Her screams… he felt everything.  Everything was easier when he was drunk, everything felt like a blurry scene he barely remembered. He went from one party to another, a pair of legs to another and he drowned his sorrows with booze. 

Daenerys forced him to sober up, as she needed him to shoulder the responsibilities of their estate. She forced him to get his mind straight if he wanted to recover his financial freedom. He did so, first because he didn’t want to be dependent on his little sister any longer and because he felt that he was losing his grip on reality. He was violent, well he has been since his childhood, and for the longest time Viserys had never reflected on his actions but now? Now that he was sober? He saw his sister flinch whenever he walked into a room she was in. He saw her fidget with her clothes when she was talking to him and he saw her stiffen as soon as he opened his mouth.  That made him reflect on his behavior and motivated him to remain sober. 

« Is he still the Dragon Prince? ». Some would ask, curious about his clear-headed behavior.  « Oh he is now the Dragon King! » others would say. Viserys now sober was even more terrifying than before. He always managed to steal the show as soon as he entered a room. He always managed to make others hold their breaths until he spoke or did their best to get his approval. They wanted to please him because he made or broke reputations.  They needed to please him because he was the king of the night. He was the Dragon King. And while he made sure to keep his violence in check, they knew that it was boiling under the surface. They knew he was far more dangerous today than before. He was aware of it too.

Got (modern): I love Kyky

Kyky here is my best friend. I already know that some of you bitches would try to dim our light and go off in conspiracies. Please suit yourselves. 

I know what I know. 

I know she’s the apple of my eye, the sister from another mister, and the support and love I never got from my folks. 

She never judged me. She never picked me apart. And her love is not conditional. 

She showed me that in an ocean of faux business, some business is genuine. 

She showed me that I could be loved and I had a wicked sense of humour too. She showed me it was okay to be vulnerable with her because she wouldn’t use it against me. 

I love her. Through and through! Always and forever no matter how much our families hate what we do!

got modern: what happens when I misbehave?

 And what happens when I am testing your limits and you can't resist any longer? What happens when I've been a brat all night and you must teach me a lesson? You told me I was beautiful. You told me I was sexy and that I should behave so you could keep control of yourself. I didn't! I knew you were looking at me. I knew you watched as I was courted, touched, and invited to dance. I danced and laughed all night with an eye always set on you. You were patiently drinking your glass of whisky. you were patiently waiting until I was done misbehaving. When we walked to your car at the end of the night, you pressed me against the car, you wanted to scent mark me, you wanted to wash the night off of me but you knew you couldn't do it in public, where anyone could find us. So you grabbed my throat, firmly enough for me to feel your intention. You brushed your thumb across my lips and pulled me towards you so you could press a long kiss to my temple. Your voice dropped and you whispered in my ear, asking me how long I thought I could get away with testing your patience. You gripped tighter and I couldn't contain my moan. There you were! assertive, hot, and bothered! There you were, overwhelming me with your intensity. Here was my reward for having been such a bad girl tonight.  

40 facts about GoT (modern) Bäahal

 40 FACTS ABOUT Modern Bäahal

A/N:  Here you are: 40 facts about this character I shall never write about! All usual disclaimers!!!!!!! it's just for fun! 

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1.Her name is Bäahal Targaryen

2. She is the child of Aerys II and his mistress "Sunni"

3. Aerys loved her mother but could not divorce his first wife. His inability to make a tough decision threw Bäahal into the Dragon's Den.

4. She was genuinely happy until she turned 12. Her mother died and her father took her under his wing at the Targaryen Estate. Her childhood from then on was a mix of solitude, bullying from her siblings and stepmother, and warmth and love from her father.

5. She is angry at her father for his choices (or rather lack of) and for making her take the brunt of the consequences of his actions.

6. She cares for the family dogs. Viserion was hers but he died. She only has Drogon and Rhaegal.

7. She is a professional dancer but still wears a wig and contact lenses to hide her identity.

8. Her relationship with her siblings warmed up very recently.

9. Bäahal's best friend and one true friend is Kyra Lannister

10. She is dating Jaime Lannister

11. Her brother Viserys is trying to make amend for his past violent behavior towards her.

12. Her sister Daenerys has a much more complex relationship with Bäahal. She is clearly abusive but it comes from trauma, unresolved anger issues with her father and her mother's poisoning her ears for years.

14.Bäahal is a socialite. She is invited all over the world to attend events and represent her family.

16. She was publicly humiliated after a breakup with her Dornish ex-boyfriend. She's trying to recover but is still worried about going public with Jaime.

17. Daenerys paid her ex-boyfriend to dump Bäahal. He did it without thinking twice.

18. Bäahal tends to backpedal when she doesn't feel confident in what she's saying. Jaime finds it endearing.

19. She is rejected by the rest of the Targaryen family. They believe she isn't a full-blooded Targaryen and shouldn't be in the family. Besides, they're ashamed of what Aerys did. 

20. She has a habit of showing up unannounced. It's when she is silent that there is a problem and it concerns Jaime. 

21. She is extremely stubborn.

22. Bäahal thinks Kyra is extremely beautiful. She's proud of her friend and will always be her biggest cheerleader.

23. She lives in New York most of the time and is extremely wealthy

24. She dreams of being married and having children. 

25. She has beautiful amethyst eyes and silver hair.

26. People think she's an Alpha Bitch. She can come across as one with someone people.

27. She would love nothing more but to take Jaime and Kyra to her dance contest or recitals. 

28. She has a huge sex appeal and she knows it. She's not afraid to lean into it.

29. She loves to dance and is known to be one of the best dancers among socialites.

30. She's a model, but the one who walks the runways makes photoshoots on magazines or social media.

31. She does have a HUGE drawer for her clothes. She's a fashionista

32. Bäahal is way more cheerful and positive than her regular counterpart. 

33. She visits Naath every year to pay homage to her mother.

34. Bäahal adores pastries, it's the way to her heart. 

35. Cersei hates her and would do her best to convince Jaime to break up with her. It worked.

36. Bäahal was an excellent horse rider when she was a teenager. She does own a horse: Napoleon.

37. Bäahal's hair is soft and silky. Jaime loves to run his fingers through it.

38. Bäahal doesn't like other socialites. They usually are just very selfish young people who care only about their fame and superficial matters. She used to spend time with one called Eleonore Rigby who was all about drugs, sex, and gossip.

39. Bäahal misses her mom. She was raised by a blue-collared mother who kept her down to Earth.

40. Bäahal paints when she's not dancing. It relaxes more than she cares to admit.

GOT (modern): Oh Father

Bäahal visited Rhaegar's grave at the Targaryen Estate's family vault. She had not visited him since his death because she couldn't bring herself to acknowledge his death. She blitz-walked her way into the vault and stood in front of his grave. Unlike other Targaryen family vaults, this one was very sober. The graves were made of the finest marble with gold lettering.  Rhaegar's was beautiful and surprisingly still cared for. On the floor were offerings and flowers which embellished the place and brought some well-needed color to it. Bäahal felt a pang in her heart, the weight of her grief suddenly crushed her shoulders and like she always did when she was upset or overwhelmed, the young woman lowered herself and sat on the floor.  She put the bouquet of lilies she brought to her brother on the floor, near the other bouquets, and crossed her legs. 

Her heart was beating hard against her chest, hammering so loudly that she could hear it clearly. Her breathing was uneven, and sharp as she was holding back tears. The reality of the death of Rhaegar was setting in. She chewed at her bottom lip and covered her mouth with her right hand. What could she say to him? What could she say to make up for remaining silent during his funerals? Bäahal was stunted, unable to process the death of the only sibling who tried to make amends with her. A moment before his death, Rhaegar came to her and apologized for the way he mistreated her before. He realized that she was just a child who not only didn't ask to be born to their father but who also lost her mother to illness. She was just a child who became the scapegoat of her mother's hatred and who was bullied by her own siblings. She was just a child and he treated her like an enemy. Rhaegar was the only one who took an interest in what she loved, who encouraged her to pursue her dancing career, and who apologized to her. Then he died. 

"Hey..."

She shut her mouth and covered it with her warm hand once again. Could she really talk to him? Bäahal felt that she couldn't. It was above her strength. The young woman wanted to puke, she felt nauseous and her heartbeats went faster as she stared at the grave. Her eyes swelled up with tears and she fought a sob from erupting from her mouth.  She wanted to cry, she needed to puke... She couldn't just sit there and take in the fact that her older brother was dead and she lost the opportunity to know him better. She had worked through the anger she felt towards her father and had forgiven him for his shortcomings. He was a father who tried to be there for his children. He loved all of them and while he was not in love with his wife anymore, he still cared for her. She was still family to him. He was aware that falling in love with someone else would hurt her, but he couldn't fight his feelings for Sunni. He just couldn't. She was the one who asked him to stay with his family while she would raise their child by herself. She was the one who ensured that he didn't break his family apart to chase a feeling she knew could be fleeting. 

"Rhaegar... I..." 

Bäahal was still struggling to find her words.  Her breathing became more labored and she shook her head.  Aerys II hurt so many people with his choices. It was true that you couldn't choose who you fell in love with but his affection for her mother brought destruction to his family.  The physical and verbal abuse she received from her siblings and mother-in-law wrecked her self-esteem and her father, despite his attempt at making things better, couldn't fix it. He loved them until his death but they suffered because of him too. Rhaegar realized it and that prompted him to go on a healing path. Daenerys was slowly starting to follow their brother's steps but it took Bäahal's rebellion to get there. Viserys? Well, he was sober now and he did apologize for his violence towards her. Yet she was missing her father. She was missing Rhaegar. She needed to hear his voice again, to hear him speak to her again, and to see how proud of her he would be today. 

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry!"

She sobbed, unable to find her words. She turned around to puke on the floor as tears streamed down her cheeks. There was nothing she could have said, no coherent thoughts that could form in her mind because there only was sorrow in her heart. She was missing her older brother and only now, did she realize that he was dead, she didn't cry for him or speak at his funerals. He was dead and he would never come back to her. He was dead and he would never see how she was turning her life around and making progress with both her family and her personal life. A best friend, a lover... She was finally living instead of punishing her for existing and he was not here to witness it.  Bäahal sobbed harder, tears fell on the floor. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and ran her fingers through her hair.  Fuck.. Fuck.. Fuck! 

Got Modern: tell me, even if it's a lie.

 (modern)

"I am left wondering, Jaime... Are we to be Romeo and Juliette? Are we really going to live our lives hidden from the inquisitive gaze of our families? Are we to be collateral damage of the generational feud? Please, let me we won't be. Tell me that we will be happy...even if it's a lie, I need ot hear it."

GOT: (modern): I wish

I am thinking about my mother...About how I wish she was still alive so she could see me today. Her daughter held onto her education and principles. I didn't let anger taint my heart. I didn't grow bitter. I am just me...

I wish she could see that I made a friend. That I found love. That I am doing alright. I wish... I wish...oh.. mom! How I miss you.

Got 'modern": I love you

We met by chance and at the most unlikely place at that! I remember how scared I was that this would just be a fleeting dream and soon enough, you would grow bored of me. I was afraid that you would leave because I wouldn't be enough...How silly of me. How silly of me...You love me and you always made sure I knew you did. You love me...and you never let go of my hand. So I'll make sure to keep our fingers entwined. 

GOT: JB modern: Never shrink yourself for others

(Modern)

My mother always told me that I shouldn't shrink myself to please others. I shouldn't forget myself or ignore my own needs for the needs of others. She knew what was to come and for the most part, I couldn't follow her piece of advice. I shrunk myself into digestible bite size so my siblings, my mother-in-law, and my father would be pleased by me. I fought hard to be noticed and accepted but it was in vain since I was still hated by everyone but my father. I still had to work hard to make sure my presence was not irritating. 

Meeting Jaime snapped me out of that funk. He told me that I shouldn't accept anything my sister tried to make me do and thanks to him, I was able to tell Dany off. I was able to stand up for myself and to choose me instead of her. I was reminded of my mother's words. I was reminded that I didn't have to shrink myself to be pleasant anymore, especially if it was eating at me. So I won't be. I won't be. 

GoT (modern) : What about them

 Bäahal was drinking white wine on the balcony of her hotel room. She was increasingly feeling distressed by her current situation. How could she be trapped between her family her friends and her lover? She fell in love with a Lannister. She became best friends with a Lannister and unfortunately for her, the Lannisters were the natural enemies of the Targaryen...Well, their fathers were enemies, Daenerys and Cersei upheld the rift between the two of them much to her dismay and Kyra and Jaime... well, didn't they deserve to have genuine relationships for once? Why did it feel as if there was no other way but to force the reality of their connections to the world? Should she be afraid of Tywin and Daenerys as she was? (they were terrifying) or should she be brave and step out with Jaime as his lover? So much was at stake and so much might become a problem so for the sake of Jaime and Kyra, Bäahal chose to remain silent about their relationships. Still... it was eating at her and all she could do was drink wine and lament in the comfort of her luxury room. What could she do? 

GoT: "I love"

« I love….

I love it when you call me princess. It has a different meaning to us, it’s endearing. It also reminds me of how we started. You have always been sweet to me, as far as I remember, even when you were harsh, it came from a place of concern for my safety. I love when you call me princess because you always say it with a soft tone. 

I love it when you gently stroke my body. My arms, my face, my hair… your touch is soft, your touch makes me feel loved even in moments of passion. Your touch feels like a dance, a silent way to show your affection for me and I love it. Way too many saw me as a possession, as something to parade with but not you. Never you. Your touch is soft like your heart is when it comes to me. 

I love the way you feel inside me, the way you make love to me, the way you make my body shudder and writhe and throb! I love to watch your face when you feel good, when you moan when you cum. I love to watch you react to my touch, to my love, I feel powerful. I feel beautiful and I feel sexy. I love that you can make me enjoy sex like that and you can make me own it, make it whatever I want it to be. You gave me freedom in sex, freedom to pick whatever I want, and to feel comfortable enough to try it. Besides you are the most handsome man I have ever seen so I feel lucky. I love it when you blush and are unable to escape me when I decide to act up and seduce you in public. You will become red and clear your throat and watch me be unserious and deeply arousing without being able to ravish me on the spot. I do love it, to be a tease for you. To let you know just how much I want you. 

I love how protective you are of me. I will never forget how you came to my rescue during the siege and while I was passed out by the time you found me, I heard stories about it. I was told how anxious you were and how merciless to my enemies you became. I was told of how worried you were when you found me, thinking I might be dead or dying. You tried everything to save me and thanks to you, here I stand today. 

I love your passion for me, in the way you touch me, give me your affection, and claim your love for me. You aren’t a man of many words but your actions speak louder than them. I wasn’t aware of how bright and intense that fire in your heart was for me but you showed me and I can’t deny it (and won’t ). I can’t deny you. I won’t. 

I love it when you encourage me. You have always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. You have always given me strength and reminded me of what I have accomplished. You never saw me as lesser than you. You never judged me for my past… you never judged me…. 

I love it when you tease me, who knew you were such a jokester? You always know how to change my mind and turn that frown upside down. I end up laughing with you or cursing you for making a fool out of me (with love). I love that you can take my mind out of the darkness it lingered on, and force it into the light so I could join you. You are a riot when you allow yourself to be. I love it. When you are lighthearted. 

I love it when you lean your forehead against mine. The world becomes just the two of us and you silence even the loudest thought I might have. It is so tender and so soft and it recenters me. This gesture had saved me from a lot of breakdowns but it also made me realize just how much I cared for you, long before I knew I was in love. This gesture…. Is ours. Just ours. And I will always welcome it when you do it. 

You are my roc, Jaime. The one and only I can rely on. You are my beacon of light in the darkness and the man I love more than words can say. You are everything to me. 

And I love it the most when you smile. Even if it’s a smirk or a short-lived smile. I love that you can relax enough to let it show on your face. I make you chuckle and I feel richer than ever. I make you smile and it is as if the gods had rewarded me. You are so beautiful when you smile and when your mind is at peace and I will try tirelessly, to keep that smile on your face for as long as possible. 

I love you. »

GoT (modern) : In the shower

 Your strong hands cupped both of my cheeks while I turned the water off in order to have a better look at you. Your taller figure was towering over mine, engulfing me in a comforting shadow. My panicked purple hues stared at you but you smiled at me. You always smiled at me. Your thumbs stroked my cheeks, slightly distracting me away from the stress I was feeling that day. You always understood me, my silence and the words I couldn't say when I couldn't cope with life. You always knew what I needed, how I needed it; An anchor to reality. I needed to feel real again, myself again and you were always there. Your hands-on my cheeks guided my gaze to yours, where I could see your beautiful green eyes. For a minute, there was nothing in the world but you and me in that shower.

I wanted to apologize on that day, say that I couldn't help but feel sorry to put you through this ordeal. I wanted to say that you deserved better than a girlfriend whose mind sometimes broke into a million pieces. I wanted to apologize, for not being as strong as I was supposed to be......but you never wanted me to. You never let me finish my sentences, you never felt that I had to apologize for this. Your hands.. on that gloomy day, your hands healed me. As you were washing my hair, I slowly got anchored back to reality. I was back in the moment, with you in that shower. I remember my hands running over your strong back, I remember my fingers sinking into the hard skin of your shoulder blades and my body pressed against yours. I remember holding you so tight that I feared I would break you at that moment and I remember you holding me back.I kissed your shoulder and I leaned against your chest, while the warm shower was running down our entwined bodies. I love you, for you can see me at my most vulnerable and still love me. I love you, for you never gave up on us when I always gave you a way out. I love you  because you said you didn't want a way out and would always choose me, all of me..all the time.