GOT (modern): Viserys and violence

Viserys had been in a couple fights in his youth. While he couldn't remember the reasons that led to them, he could still feel the burn of each bruise he received from his opponents. He could still remember the taste of their blood, the bruises on his knuckles from punching so hard that he broke their bones or dislocated their jaws. He could still remember their swollen heads, his swollen cheeks, the cuts on his lips, the rage within. He could still remember the surge of adrenaline from the first blow landed or the relief after he spent himself up. He loved to fight, he loved how it made him feel alive. He loved the sight of the other guy(s) battered into a pulp at his feet. He was feral, the one true Dragon King. 

Gone were the days when alcohol and drugs messed him up so bad that he couldn't remember shit from the day before. Gone were the days when he would fight at the slightest provocation, just for the thrill of it. Gone were the days he lived so dangerously but it would be unwise to think that he got softer. If anything, he became even more dangerous because now he could predict, prepare, and remember the beatdowns he delivered.  That violence within him was not gone if anything, now he just needed a good excuse to lash out, something... someone to try his newfound patience out. If anything, Viserys became even scarier for the sound minds because he was in perfect control of himself and the level of violence he was willing to dish out at any given moment.  

The only difference, at least in Bäahal's eyes, was that he was now fighting to protect his loved ones rather than simply for the love of drawing blood and breaking bones. This time, he was fighting with intent and a desire to destroy the threat to the point that there was nothing left.  Strangely enough, she wished she had a brother like him when growing up, who would protect her from bullies instead of being her biggest one. Perhaps, she would have had a different life if he wanted to protect her rather than destroy her. but that was in the past. Today, at least, when it mattered even more, Viserys was there for her. 

GoT (modern): hiccups

GoT (modern): hiccups

// Just a little something about Vis trying to make amends with Bäahal and how shaken she still is because of the way he treated her.

"Bäahal."

Viserys voice echoed through the kitchen and sent shivers down the young woman's spine. She swallowed a lump and shifted her eyes from left to right. She bit her bottom lip and dropped her head in an attempt to gather herself before she could turn around and look at her brother. Viserys' voice was much calmer these days since he went to therapy but Bäahal was still expecting her brother to snap at any given moment. It didn't matter if he was sober, when he was a young boy his violent streak was out of his control and he ended up hurting the young girl. To this day, hearing his voice awoke an old wound on her shoulder and made her wince. 

"You can look at me, I'm not going to hurt you." -He tried again, his voice almost apologetic-

"I'm not.... worried about what you will do Vis.." 

She whispered, her hand gently stroking her shoulder before she turned around and looked at him. Viserys were wearing a white shirt and a pair of black pants. His purple eyes set upon his sister's frame. She was wearing her gym outfit and had a towel wrapped around her shoulders. He could tell she was still on her guard, ready for him to act up on an impulse and the sight broke his heart. Her behavior was the consequence of his own actions. 

"I've just...I just wanted to know how you were doing." -He cleared his throat- "I mean, I wanted to share a meal with you someday during the week. Would you...be interested?"

He stumbled in his words, which made Bäahal run her hand through her hair. He was trying, she could tell that he wasn't comfortable speaking to her at all, but he was trying. Bäahal wanted to believe that he truly wanted to become better. She wanted to believe that he was trying to atone for his past deeds and the pain he caused her and she was willing to open her arms to him, to give him room for growing. Her purple hues set upon his pale face and she dabbed the towel on her forehead, anything really to distract her from the stress she was under.

"We can. We could have lunch this week. I'll... come back to you with a date if you want?" -He nodded- "uh... I appreciate you taking the time to come to me. That you want to have somewhat of a relationship." 

"It's the least I can do, Bäahal. I'm trying to get better. I'm trying to be a better person." He cleared his throat and made a step forward. He stopped once he noticed Bäahal took a step back and leaned against the kitchen sink. She was clearly not comfortable being this close to him but he will give her some time. "I'll just, text me when you have the day okay?" She nodded and he left. 

Baby steps, they said. it would take baby steps to get there but he was determined to keep trying.

GoT: Viserys

Viserys Targaryen, 

Alive in modern-day Westeros and seemingly the carbon copy of an ancestor of his. Legend has it that Targaryen used to ride dragons. They used to conquer the world mounted on lethal beasts and were respected or feared leaders. Viserys liked to imagine himself as a king. He would have been ruthless, and cold. he would have ensured peace and order in his land and crushed his enemies. 

He would have met Kyra Lannister, a lady or a princess at a different time. It didn't matter because she would become his queen. He would have fallen in love with her and he would have fought tooth and nail in order to establish her as his chosen lover.  Could it be? Would they still have to struggle to be in love? Viserys shrugged, thinking that deep down, he might have been a little softy and he felt a little bit romantic. Kyra made him feel all types of ways after all. 

He was in love with her, desperately so and he wanted her to know that he gave her his heart and that was forever. He would have loved her across time and space, Viserys was certain of it.

Got (modern): First steps

 // Just a little conversation between Viserys and Bäahal. 

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"Do you still dance?"

The words forced the young woman to lift her head up and look at her older brother. She was in the living room, snuggled on the couch by the fire and with a book in her hands. Her purple hues set upon the pale face of her brother. He pointed at the chair next to her and she nodded quietly, allowing him to sit there, next to her. Her body was still tense, a reaction she couldn't control because of the history between the two. Viserys was motivated by his girlfriend Kyra Lannister. Ever since they started to date, she managed to bring the best out of him. The silver fox wanted to become the best version of himself, to be sober, clear-headed, and good enough to make her happy. She encouraged him to face his demons, and embrace his emotions. Easier said than done, especially since he had buried a lot of painful emotions. The fact she got along well with her brothers motivated him to make amends to his little sister. In a way, Kyra had a hand in helping him fix his relationship with his siblings. 

"I... do. Why?"

"I just noticed that I never really took time to talk to you." -His heart felt a pang as he saw his sister brace herself for a potential outburst of violence from him- "I'd like to change that. I'd like to...I see what you've been trying to do, Büu..."

"You never cared before, Vis. You nev--what happened? I see that you're sober and you've been for months now. I see that you're calmer...You're not hitting me like you used to." -She said, biting back a sob and curling into a ball-

Viserys wasn't proud of himself. As a matter of fact, since he'd been sober, the silver fox had to face the emotions he kept buried deep inside. He had to endure the shame of his past actions, the pain inflicted on others by his hands, and his own pain. One of his biggest regrets had been the way he treated Bäahal. She was just a child, one who had lost her mother and who was thrown into a new family overnight. She never asked to be born, and yet they all treated her as if she was a criminal. Viserys, unlike his other siblings, didn't hold back on Bäahal.  

He lashed out at her, encouraged by his mother, and made her feel as unwelcomed as he could possibly do. He physically hurt her, but the real damage was psychological. He tortured the teenager and gleefully told her that she wouldn't belong to the family and wasn't loved. It worked, Bäahal believed so and he knew that all over her body, she bore the stigmata of his actions.  He confessed to Kyra about his angry outbursts but he never truly explained all that he did. She already had been a witness to his violent streak and he didn't want to give her any more reasons to be afraid of him. 

"You're right. I am sober and because I am, I can see clearly for the first time. I hurt you, pretty badly Bâahal. I am not going to hide behind my age or behind my mother. I was angry at my father for hurting my mother. I was angry because he destroyed everything I knew. I should have directed my anger at him, but it was so much easier to take it on you. I hurt you, Bäahal and I know that I can't make amends for what I did."

"......"

Viserys remained calm but he kept his purple hues on his sister. She was biting at her bottom lip and her eyes were staring at him. She was shaking, the poor thing and the pang in his heart became even stronger. He couldn't expect his sister to embrace him with arms wide open after the violence he unleashed upon her. he looked at his hands and ran his hand over his pale face. Bäahal was studying him. She wanted to see if he was sincere and was looking for anything that could betray him but Viserys wasn't lying. She tucked some hair behind her ear and nodded quietly. 

"I can't ask you to forgive me. It's not something I can ask from you. I can only work hard to win you over."

"Thank you, Vis. I don't know what else to say. I... I need time. I need to make sure that you're not going to hurt me anymore. I have scars... all over my body, of the times you hurt me. I have scars...Here." -She said, hitting her chest before she wiped some fresh tears that had pooled in her eyes.- "Please, give me time."

"..." -He ran his hand through his hair and scratched the back of his head. - "I understand. I will give you the time you need. perhaps, you'd want me to leave?" -She shook her head and leaned her head against the couch.-

"Stay. Please. I...congratulations on being sober." -She said with shifty eyes.- "It's the longest you've been sober and I can only wish that you remain sober for a longer time. I don't know what motivated you to become sober, but I am grateful for it."

"Thank you. I just...had someone with a good influence in my life lately. A good friend." -He picked his words, unwilling to betray his relationship with Kyra. "What about you? You seem to be happier lately as well. I see your pictures in the tabloids. You look good." -She nodded and lowered her head.- "It seems that you're not sad anymore over that Dornish boy."

"You mean... Elias? Oh... I have moved on from him. It was about time don't you think? I have been happier, yes... I mean... It's like a heavy weight was pulled off of my shoulders now that Elias isn't in my mind." -She bit her bottom lip, holding back the true reason for her happiness. She had a best friend and she had a boyfriend. She was at a better place these days but the fact she noticed made her heart flutter.- "Thanks for noticing, Vis. It's....It's good. Just... can we just hang out in silence? I'd like to keep reading my book but I don't want you to leave."

"We can do that."

And they did. 

got (modern): The Healer

 // Things are going better for the family and I wanted them to have a good moment together. 

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A woman's scorn resulted in the suffering of innocent children. She tore the siblings apart, picked on a child who had lost her mother and blamed her for the sins of her father. SHe couldn't see the damage she did on her family. She refused to see the pain she caused by tearing the children apart and enabling the worst behaviours in her kids. Viserys was violent, he had a mean streak that was not controlled by either of his parents. Daenerys was molded  to become the heiress to the family, the head of the table and Bäahal was the victim of both of their wrath as she was considered responsible for their parents break up. 

Bäahal was but a young child who didn't know better and who took personally the verbal and physical abuse from her siblings and from their mother. Her father stood there, allowing the abuse to go on because he felt guilty of what he had done. Yes, he fell in love with Bäahal's mother, but in doing so, in taking his child back to his home, he also wrecked his own family.  Their deaths, alongside their older brother's, Rhaegar, truly hurt the family that couldn't seem to be able to heal from years of pain, hatred, and anger. 

Yet, here they were, sharing dinner. Yet, here they were, exchanging smiles and having a somewhat polite conversation. Were they healing? Bäahal had no idea what happened to Viserys and why he was acting so nicely -despite his still cold face and demeanor towards his sisters-. SHe noticed he was clean, noticed that he took time before acting, which saved both sisters from the usual physical and verbal abuse he would force onto them. Daenerys seemed to be slowly live again. Bäahal assumed that it had something to do with that Jon Stark.  She couldn't be sure, but it seemed to be the main reason for the change of heart and the kindness in her voice. 

Were they healing? What was the catalyst for both of them? Bäahal didn't know that it was actually her. It was her relentless attempts at helping her siblings and talking "real" to them that helped. For Viserys, it happened rather recently. In the days leading to the anniversary of their father's death, Bäahal had offered to go with him on his grave, so they could have a nice sibling moment. He responded by slapping her, and then ran to see Kyra. That was a defining moment. That was the moment he realized that he went too far and needed to rethink his behaviour. For Daenerys, it came a little earlier, when Bäahal told her that she used her as bait or bargaining chip so she could buy some patch of land of High Garden, from Bronn. the realization that she had pimped her sister and went too far in the way she treated Bäahal forced her to reconsider; 

Despite all that had happened, the youngest Targaryen child didn't hold grudges against them. Instead, she kept trying to rekindle her relationship with them. She kept trying to open her arms to them and this repeated action reached out to their hearts. Bäahal was actually a good kid, a good sister and there were a lot of ground work to do to earn her trust again and treat her right. So, Daenerys suggested they shared  lunch at the Targaryen's estate. A lunch.. what could go wrong? 

-TBC-

Doya: "Oya and Liv."

 A smile. Oya was wondering how long it had been since she last saw Liv genuinely smile. Eternity maybe -Well, it did feel like it had been a very long time- But it didn't matter much. What truly mattered was the smile on her face. What truly mattered, was the warmth in her heart and the hearty laughter that always followed. Being busy with her daily job, made their meetings very scarce and so far and few in between BUT, each moment spent together drew the two women closer together. Well, Jacob certainly knew of Liv, and Dean certainly heard about her (perhaps the same healthy amount she discussed her childhood friends, the Thomases), but Oya's heart could recognize kin when she saw it. A smile. it was but just a smile.

GoT! Modern: 3 is a charm

GOT! Modern: 3 is a charm

 

 

The family wasn’t exactly what you could call Healthy, each and everyone of them had to deal with personal issues and a need for growth. They could play pretend in public, plaster a fake smile there, hold each other’s shoulders here but they never actively worked towards healing. No. they were just unable to do so right now. So the three of them lived separate lives. Since the Highgarden “incident”, there had been some changes. Bäahal stood up to Daenerys, pushing against her very controlling nature with sharp words and although she had earned a slap in the face, she felt good about it. She pushed back and forced her sister to reconsider her behaviour.

 

 Yes, the sublime Targaryen realized that she went too far, and she couldn’t exactly pretend that nothing happened. So, while she put some distance between her sister and herself, she also tried to make amends with her. -baby steps- This prompted her to give Bäahal more freedom to do as she pleased and was taken as an opportunity for Dany to focus on herself. Spending time with the family dogs, and horses brought some smiles on the stern face of the Targaryen. She even entertained the idea of looking for another dog, not because she wanted to replace Viserion, but because she needed to focus her attention on caring about something else than the family and a new puppy seemed like a good investment.  That was when she met Jon Snow. The meeting left her an after taste that haunted her to this day. She was struggling, however, with acknowledging that he caught her eye while also acknowledging it wasn’t betraying her late husband. But it was something, a beginning.

 

Viserys was also doing much better, Bäahal thought. He had been sobered for the longest time ever since he started rehab. He was healthier, even more durable. She noticed he was even using the family gym and opted to not focus on her when she used it to practice in her private room. The tension was still palatable between the two of them and she was still careful not to drop her guard because he was still unpredictable, and she didn’t want to make him angry at all. Bäahal didn’t know, but Viserys was a changed man. He had discovered love in the arms of the sublime Kyra Lannister and this love, was benefiting him in the long run. Although he was still a man whose presence alone would make others hold their breaths, and whose behaviour was still causing nightmares to others, Viserys wasn’t as brutal as he used to be. He realized that he was angry, mostly at his dad for what he did to the family, but always at the death of his older brother that he never visited once he was put six feet under. He realized that he didn’t need to always be cruel, to experience something different, better: love. The void in his heart was slowly getting filled up with the warmth of his beloved and he had a second chance at love. One he didn’t want to mess up with. So, he was making progress. It was still the beginning, but at least now he had a purpose. He wasn’t the man who was gambling with his life anymore but one who could actually build something instead of destroying it. He was in some sort of honeymoon, which made him forget about the terrible people who populated his life, the likes of Angel, the likes of his ex-partners.. the drug-filled universe he was tyring to escape now. All that mattered to him was Kyra.

Bäahal finally, was also happy. Yes, Jaime hated to hear what happened at Highgarden with Bronn. He hated to stand by and hear a man tell him how many ways he would have fucked her, without saying anything. He hated that Bäahal was still afraid of her family and she had troubles understanding why he was pissed off, everyone around her was considering it, “the norm” since she was an outsider. Everyone around her, didn’t mind the abuse, because she wasn’t supposed to be part of this world and yet she was. Everyone but Jaime -and Later on Kyra- was upset at the sight of it. He cared for her, always had ever since they met and she now realized that he was actually very invested in their relationship whatever that was. It had her realize that she was falling in love with him without even trying. She was drawn to him, she was thinking of him when they were apart from one another, they were having fun together and she wanted those moments back. Yes, he was angry, but he was because he cared and yes, she was upset and could remember how hot her head was due to her blushing out of shame and fear once he was done lecturing her. She cared too. She cared about what he thought of her, how he perceived her, if he wanted to stay in her life for more -or forever-. She cared, she cared a great deal about him and had already noticed the changes in her life, behaviour and desires. Jaime was a good thing, maybe the best thing to ever happen to her and she wanted him to know that.

 

Now now, the 3 of them were at turning points in their lives and perhaps that was for the best. Only time would tell if they would finally make moves towards the right direction and mend their relationships or if it was too late for either of them to actually become a family.

modern GoT: Viserys: A Christmas Miracle

 Viserys: A Christmas Miracle

 

A/N: He spoke to me, my baby, so of course, I will let him speak.

 

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Viserys looked at his reflection in the mirror, while adjusting his tie. He furrowed his brows and let his fingers rub over the sharp features of his jaw. Despite his red eyes and the clear exhaustion that crept on his face, he was devastatingly handsome. While Rhaegar was the clone of his father, Viserys had his own unique beauty, taking after his mother the most. He was charismatic, even when in a drunken stupor or a deep-white-hot-anger. He was sexy, even when he was wearing a three-piece grey suit. He was perfection.

 

Just a moment ago, Daenerys came to his room, to brief him about his behavior. She paid for his rehab, cleansing him from the drunken stupor he found himself in when he returned from Dorne. The silver queen did not want to know what triggered her brother’s relapse this time. She did not want to deal with his business because every time she tried, he ended up being violent with her. Viserys noted the way she shook and held onto the doorknob while talking to him, but instead of taunting his sister, he decided to let her speak.

 

“Be good. They are watching us.” That was all she said to him, reminding him that the family who visited them would spend most of their time gossiping about the offspring of the late Aerys and Rhaella. They would talk about what they became and how well they honored their family. They would scrutinize everything and would cast their judgment by the end of the first dinner.  They all felt pressure on their shoulders, especially the black sheep of the family. The dragon king’s son only behaved because he wanted to honor his parents.

 

Usually, he would boast and would walk into the room, stealing the attention of everyone. He would irradiate the place with his raw and powerful charisma, forcing his family to stop whatever they were doing and focus on him and him only. He would make a show, just because he could but not this year. This year he did not want to be noticed.  This year he just wanted to be forgotten and to forget everything.

 

Ever since he returned from Dorne, the dragon king’s son had been incredibly quiet. Unusually so. He appeared on social media, pictured with plenty of gorgeous women he did not even look or touch. He appeared with a sad and closed off face, mostly looking forward to drinking in the darkness of the club than to go out and party like an animal. As always, the silver fox was seen with Angel, with a drink in his hand and deep into his thoughts. It was so unusual that the tabloids were wondering what happened. There was even one magazine titled “Who tamed the Dragon’s son?” where Tabloids were theorizing that it probably was his longest on and off relationship with supermodel Cerise Newman.

 

It would make sense if it was someone he already knew. Viserys was a man quite difficult to tame and they wrongly assumed that only the woman who’d been with him the longest could form a bond strong enough to hurt him if she ignored him. Cerise did not ignore Viserys, he. There was that moment when he sent Kyra the last EP he produced. A song about her. She did not reply to his text and for a while, Viserys was tormented by the absence of words. Did she receive his text? Did she listen to the song? Did she like it? Did she understand? He had no means to know and being left in the dark destroyed him.  He hated it.

 

For weeks he held onto his emotions so he could write the song. He felt bad, stupid, and for the first time in a long time, the silver fox blamed himself for his predicament. How could a weekend of relaxation and fun have turned so sour? Why did he have to stab that man who came closer to the blonde beauty? To his princess? Why did he feel so possessive for someone he’d just met? He couldn’t drink at the beginning because he wanted to understand. Yet, the more he searched for an answer, the least he understood what made him stab the guy and beat his friends.  He wanted to protect Kyra, make sure she wasn’t soiled by the greasy grabby hands of a pervert. He wanted to spend more time with her, hear her laugh, and laugh with her. He wanted to watch her face lit up and run his hands in her blonde locks. She was so beautiful in that plane when there was only the two of them. He wanted to go back to this moment when there was nothing else in the world that mattered to him.

 

She made him feel something, something beautiful at that. For the first time in forever, he wasn’t thinking about himself. It wasn’t about his pleasure, his own taste, his desire. It was about making her smile and making sure she was happy. It was about her, everything he ever did -even that despicable thing-. For the first time, he was craving someone’s touch, someone’s warmth and while it still didn’t sit well with him, over the weeks that followed the song, it became obvious that he was missing her. Viserys felt that marijuana wasn’t enough for him anymore. He didn’t want to get numb, to ease his pain. He was angry. He was angry at himself for what happened. The good memories of the beach of Dorne and the moment in the airplane were tainted with memories of his older brother scolding him.

 

He could see the ghost of Rhaegar look at him with disappointment on his face, shaking his head as he wished his little brother kept at trying to be better. His perfect face and looks quickly became unbearable for the young dragon to see. The face of perfection judging him became too much and anger overwhelmed him. Kyra’s silence only worsened things for Viserys who knew he owed it to himself. He was his own worst enemy after all. So, he drank more, he got wasted and alongside his desperation, the Prince entered fisticuffs again. The prince trashed hotel rooms again, he hurt his perfect fingers again, the rain stain of the gashes caused by his punches appeared on every magazine, and once again, people were afraid of him.

 

This spiraling had to stop, with Christmas coming soon, Dany paid for an intense rehab that quickly sobered him up and forced him on a strict diet. They took great care of him, and while he was grateful to be sober again, he hated to have reached this level of clarity. He hated it because he saw how much he lost. He looked at his phone, knowing he had roughly an hour before his family arrived. Alone in his room, with the desire to see Kyra more than anything else, he decided to take a risk. It was Christmas, what more could he lose?  He dialed her number, his heart beating faster than it ever did before, with her name at the tip of his lips as he wanted to say it.  He waited for a while that felt like an eternity before finally, she took the phone.

 

“Prin--Kyra?”

Modern!VISERYS X KYRA: He cared

VISERYS X KYRA: He cared

Listening to this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMP-o8WXSPM

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Alone in his hotel room, the silver fox was staring at his reflection. He still had his heart beating faster whenever Kyra was crossing his mind. It made him feel uneasy, for he wasn't used at all to this feeling. He removed his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, still noticing the traces of Kyra on his skin, the fading traces of her nails that raked over his pale skin. He ran his fingers over the traces, feeling his whole body temperature rise at the memory of them in that plane. It wasn't supposed to happen this fast, yet it did. Viserys didn't regret it one bit, why would he regret fucking the gorgeous blonde when it was his very intention from the beginning. They were supposed to have a good time together, they promised each other that this weekend was about them and nothing else. So why was he so upset? He quietly unbuckled his pants and unzipped them. A quick shower and he would grab his swimsuit and a towel before going to Kyra's room as they planned. At yet, this other thought of his lioness, the Targaryen heir felt his heart skip another beat, blood rush to his cheeks and he mind-absently bit his bottom lip. It wasn't just her face, nor her scent, nor her body, otherwise, he would have just gotten a hard-on and would have just wanted to fuck her again -which he did-. no. There was more to it.

He bonded with her, in ways he didn't understand right now. They talked after, unlike most of his fuckfriends, she actually talked to him about him. He didn't have to spend yet another day talking about their projects and why they came to him. He didn't have to spend yet another day with someone flattering his ego with no substance whatsoever... Kyra had substance. Kyra was amazing and she brought him something new, something he didn't understand, and that quickly bothered him. He cared. He cared for her opinion, he cared for her presence around him, he cared for what she loved and what she hated. He cared for her to have a good time -and not just because it was his ego and his reputation as a party planner being at stakes here- He wanted her to enjoy him. He stroked his cheeks as he'd kick his pants onto the bed and removed his shoes and silk sockets. Now naked before his mirror, he frowned his brows harder.

Viserys had cared for very few people in his life. He had cared for his mother whom he loved deeply. He had cared for his dad, who he hated with a passion after his betrayal but still loved enough to cry when he passed away. He had cared for Daenerys, still protecting her from others and protecting her reputation should someone badmouth her in his presence, despite his violent streak and tendency to hurt her any way he could. He had cared for his brother Rhaegar, enough to want to make him proud by turning his life around and getting himself together, so he was capable of caring for other people but himself. He chose not to, he chose to ignore those feelings given how much pain they gave him. His brother and mother died. His father was a cheater and now was dead. All that was left for him were his sisters, drugs and alcohol, and his music. Kyra shouldn't have a place in his wrecked heart and yet she did. He let his large hands roam over his large chest and closed his eyes. It was becoming a little overwhelming, what was he supposed to do now that he realized he cared for the blonde? Quit? Leave? He didn't want to. He wanted this weekend to be theirs and he wanted it to be good. He wanted to enjoy herself and would focus his attention on this and this only. Viserys smacked his cheeks and went to the shower, it was time to get ready. He had planned to make her lunch after all and he was getting hungrier by the minute himself.

-TBC-

Jaime x Bäahal : No other option

A/N : Just been thinking of them and that special scene we wrote a while ago <3

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« I should probably go to my cabin. » -The princess's voice was shaking.-

Here they were, in front of their cabin doors. After a delicious day spent together, Jaime took Bäahal to her cabin. All-day long she had been dreading this moment because she didn't know if she would have the strength not to repeat what happened the night before. They talked about it, briefly so, and they decided that they should try and sleep in each other's room for the night. They thought it was necessary for both of them to learn how to keep their distance from each other. It sounded like a good idea, like something mature they both came up with. They needed to see if their resolve would be strong enough once they arrived at King's landing. Why shouldn't it be? Why wouldn't they be able to stay away from one another?

Jaime was standing tall. His cabin just a few inches away from his back. His intense green eyes were looking at the princess, at the delicate neck of hers he loved to nuzzle against. The crook of her neck was appealing and the knight wanted nothing more but to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against his frame. He was holding back with everything he held dear, but her scent was filling his nostrils, threatening to destroy the resolve he had built over the day. His emerald eyes averted from her neck to her face. She was looking at him with her intense violet eyes, Her lips were half-closed, ready to say something else. He grabbed her hand, kindly, and gently stroked the back of it. He couldn't just /not/ touch her, not when she was so close to him.

« You should, princess. » -He whispered, his voice darker-

None of them actually meant their words. They were looking at each other, testing their resolve to remain true to their decision but knowing that they could never be able to stay away from one another. Bäahal told him, just the night before, that she wanted to enjoy each and every minute they could spend together before they arrived at King's Landing. She knew they were wrong to have a taste of the other, mostly because parting ways would prove difficult, but she also said that she was ready to be frustrated. She was ready to accept anything if she got to actually be happy for the last few days sailing would take. She was willing to risk it all for him.

A silver strand fell onto her face, so Jaime took the opportunity to stroke it behind her ear. That simple touch made her moan, and Jaime's resolve came undone. He felt his heartbeats go faster against his ribcage, and his body started to ache for the princess. The silver-head had tried her best not to give in to her urges to simply press her lips to his and try and give in to her own desires, so she bit her bottom lip hard. She put her hand on his chest, squeezing his shirt mind-absently as she enjoyed the contact of his warm palm. Her eyes fell shut, her resolve was growing thin. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to go back to her cabin. Why would she want to? She tilted her head to the side, her silver locks brushing on her side. Jaime opened his cabin and coughed slightly to hide his growing desire for her. She swallowed hard and smacked her lips together before she took a deep breath.

« You should probably go to your cabin by now.... otherwise... »

« Otherwise ? » -She repeated breathlessly, her heart was racing in her ribcage, as she walked towards him. She let him walk back into his cabin, her hand on his chest as she closed the door. Now that they were alone, she put her hands on her back and looked up at his face. « I guess we didn't have a very strong resolve. » She chuckled and gave him a sheepish smile.

« Do you regret ? » -He asked, his valid hand cupping her cheek. She shook her head and put her hand over his. Her eyes were closed as she was enjoying his touch.

« How could I ? » -She smiled at him and pressed her lips to his wrist. « How could I regret to be with you at this instant? » Her eyes opened again and she stared at him again, her eyes warm and loving. « Do you regret, Jaime? »

« How could I? » He whispered and slowly closed the distance between the two of them and pressing a hard kiss on her lips.

He couldn't regret it, not when the night they had the day before was the best night he'd ever had. He slept at peace -still very alert since he was a soldier and she had to be protected-, but he slept happily to be in the same bed as hers. He slept happily feeling her warmth next to his. He slept happy feeling her lips to his cheek and listening to her sweet voice piercing through the silence of his cabin. How could he regret, when she loved him sweetly without even touching him the night before? How could he, when his hunger for her became more intense? Today he didn't want to be reasoned with, he didn't want to listen to any logic, he simply wanted her. He simply needed her.

-TBC-

Modern GOT : L'Enfant Terrible

Modern GOT : L'Enfant Terrible

// My favourite antagonist already. but on his good side for now :p 

How could he do? Torn between Light and Darkness, Viserys didn't quite know how to feel. How to be. He was a man who spent 35 years walking on thin ice, looking for danger, testing his limits. He was empty, and this hunger he felt had him live life to the fullest, always taking risks, always pushing his luck with Death. He was cruel, there was no way to pretend he wasn't. He relished in making other shake and tremble. He relished in seeing them in pain. He relished in causing distress and anguish. He loved a good fight and didn't care about hurting himself in the process. He loved the fast life, the fancy life, the women he'd fuck without thinking twice about them. That was who he was, fundamentally unstable and insane. Fundamentally sadistic and hedonist in one whole package.

Yet, he was capable of tenderness. He was tender with their mother. He listened to his older brother. He sorted his life out, learned to be good -and he was capable of mercy, of pity, of genuine kindness if he wanted to be- There was light in his darkness, faint but present and perhaps she was able to bring the best out of him. He couldn't quite understand how and why he was drawn to her -his red beacon, his Lionness, his Princess-. He couldn't quite understand why he didn't want to treat her like the others, using and abusing her mind, body, and soul until he was bored with her and moved on. That was confusing. Throughout a couple of days spent without her, the silver fox very often came back to thinking of her. Her red lips, this mischievous smile of hers, those bright and wide green eyes of the Lannister obsessed him. Her unmarred sunkissed skin would contrast with his porcelain one, haunted his dreams, the soft sound of her voice, the defiant fire in her eyes.  oh yes, that defiant fire in her eyes. He was interested. He had her under his skin already and she made him behave tenderly, caringly, which disturbed him.

He was the Dragon King's son. L'Enfant terrible of the Targaryen's family, a force of destruction and he knew that the weekend of debauchery he had planned -although tried to manage the best he could so she wouldn't be hurt- might absolutely take a wrong turn, setting their relationship on a path he wasn't used to Chaos. She deserved more than the usual shenanigans, but he wouldn't renounce his old habits, he wouldn't stop being cruel for her sake, he wouldn't stop being demanding, terrifying, superb, and hungry... Not even for her sake and perhaps that was what bothered him the most, the fact he wanted to be on his best behavior for her. The fact he thought his way of life had to be toned down. Nonsense! He was VISERYS fucking TARGARYEN... how could she even dare slip into his mind the way she did? How could she want him to « behave »  without even asking for it? Why would he bother? Because it was her? Because it was her...Kyra fucking Lannister. 

Modern! verse: visery: bad boy for life

 Viserys was the bad boy of the Targaryen family. Not necessarily the worst, but definitely a black sheep nobody wanted around. He was unhinged, violent from a very young age. A man who loved the fast life, beautiful women, music, sex, and drugs. He was a typical heir, someone who never had to actually work given the colossal fortune his family had. A typical heir with a violent streak, unfortunately. Spoiled rotten because he was the second child, Viserys' psychopathic nature was forgiven by an oblivious mother as he grew up. He would relish in the constant humiliation of the servants. He would make sure they lose their self-control whenever he appeared in a room. He became outlandish in his demands and those who didn't respect his very wishes were to be punished and forced to fight to keep their jobs. 

Many did quit, many were broken by the violent child and couldn't take the abuse any longer, but many resisted because the salary was high, higher than anywhere else in the country and Aerys knew how to be generous and compensated them for the wrongdoings of his son. so he could keep his practice targets. Aerys hoped for his son to get better as he aged, but it only got worse when he had a baby sister. Daenerys became the target of his scorn. he would torture the poor child and torment her from a young age. He would try and break her -something he never quite succeeded to do, given their father's protection of his daughter and his firm decision to make her the second heir to his empire should Rhaegar resign or die. It didn't matter for Viserys, he didn't care for the family business, he wasn't even business savvy. All he cared about was find something entertaining to do. entertain his boredom and ennui. 

Women helped, sex did a lot of good things when he became of age. His appetite was only matched by his desire to get high and the combination of drugs, alcohol, and sex achieved to destroy his mind. when Rhaegar died, it ruined his mind and he sought refuge in his vices. Rhaegar once, aware of what his brother was doing -the oh-so-clever Viserys quickly learned to hide his misdeeds.-, he tried to teach him a good lesson and succeeded, but oh so briefly. For a while, Viserys was sober, in another state of mind, virtually reformed even. he was going straight, learned to have some empathy, learned to stop hitting women, and poor folks for the kicks of it. he learned to become decent and could have kept this path if it wasn't for his beloved brother's death. this sent him on a spiral he never returned from. This hurt him, along with the death of his beloved mother and the death of his awful father achieved to keep him on drugs and fast-life. 

Somehow,  he managed to date women. He was a handsome man, with good looks, and a cunning charm. he was a manipulator, someone who knew how to present themselves in public. he was ambitious, clever and when his brain wasn't mush, he was even more dangerous. So much so that the little girl who now ruled the family was keeping him on a tight leash. so much so that the other girl his father brought, made sure she avoided him. Bäahal.. the family disgrace. She was his father's love-child and someone he barely acknowledged. he did hit her, like he did Dany. She was scared of him, and so was Dany and he relished in tormenting "lonely" even today. He knew that a call from him or a text were enough to ruin her day. he knew that blaming her for their father's cancer was also tormenting her. He knew that talking her down would certainly help him get his nerves onto someone. her tears were his reward, her silence his glory and whenever he could, a red mark on her cheeks was his triumph. 

All he hoped for, was that Daenerys would not cut him off of his heritage. Because he did drug and often went to the sanitarium of Westeros, she was his legal guardian whether he liked it or not, which caused friction between the two of them. So, the only other thing he could do since he couldn't hit Dany, was to have fun with the Lannisters, upholding the old family feud for his own twisted sake. Cersei was a cunt he loved to publicly clash with, inviting tabloids to dish on the blonde aspiring leader. Tywin was his father's enemy, so it was a no brainer. Tyrion was ridiculous.. an "imp".a monstrosity like him dared show his ugly face to the world? and what about Jaime? the man didn't care about him, he didn't give a fuck about Viserys and that was insulting. Jaime was handsome and more liked than him on social media. this had to change. Oh and what about Kyra? well.. aside from being this beautiful young blonde, he knew nothing about her -save for Tywin's second marriage to her mother.- and maybe there was a game that could be played if she was game too.  He was hopeful that both families wouldn't interfere between Kyra and Her. Bäahal was such a lonely soul she couldn't have friends anyway.. Dany upheld the tradition and hated on all Lannisters..which meant, he was free to do as he pleased. Game on