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Time travel Valarr au. He dies of the Sickness in the Red Keep and opens his eyes unbelievably back in Ashford, watching Egg go rushing past him with Ser Duncan. He realises, somehow, that this is the night of the Puppet show, where everything went wrong and goes rushing after his cousin and his father's sworn man. He's hoping to get there in time to be the one to hit Aerion, but he's too late. He needs a way to save his father salvage this and so he acts like he commanded Ser Duncan to stop Aerion, and he prays that Ser Duncan goes along with the ruse.
In the keep, he refuses to be separated from Egg or Ser Duncan, because that's how things start to spread beyond what he can control. So, instead, his father and uncle are brought to the hall, where Aerion immediately launches in to telling them about how he was attacked. Valarr asks Aerion to explain why he was attacked and Aerion dismissively says he was disciplining a puppeteer who thought to mock their house. Valarr asks how a story about a dragon killed thousands upon thousands of years before the Valyrian empire rose could be an insult to their house? Aerion says that's not the point, the point is that he was attacked!! Valarr declares that Ser Duncan attacked Aerion on his orders and so if any punishment for the attack on Aerion should fall upon anyone, then it should be him, for giving the command.
Baelor interrupts to ask Valarr why he would ever give that command. Valarr answers like
"I swore oaths, father, to protect all women, to defend the innocent. Ser Duncan swore these oaths. You have sworn these oaths. Seven Hells, father, Aerion has sworn these oaths. He may choose to so proudly forswear himself, but not I!"
Baelor asks why Valarr did not stop Aerion himself. Valarr answers that Ser Duncan was simply faster than he, and Valarr knew he would get there sooner. Baelor can smell something rotten, but he's willing to follow his son's play in this, so when Maekar starts demanding punishment for Dunk, Baelor just sighs.
"This is an internal matter for House Targaryen. Ser Duncan acted under the command of Prince Valarr to stop Prince Aerion's senseless assault of an innocent woman. I see no reason this should devolve further," he says.
"Baelor, my son-"
"Has admitted to forswearing himself. As Hand of the King, I strip from him the title of Knight and all the rights and accolades that go with such title. He shall not be knighted again except by my will or that of the King," Baelor says, turning to give Aerion a dark look. "Ser Wylde, I command you to see to the degradation." Aerion sputters, demanding to know why, even as Ser Wylde steps forward to hack the spurs from his heels, take his sword, and shield, and his coat of arms.
Baelor just dismisses everyone, except Valarr who he commands to follow him to the study. The moment the door is shut he demands to know why Valarr has lied on Dunk's behalf.
"I've never been a dreamer, father, but I understand my cousin's oddities a lot more now than I ever have before. If I did not intercede, by noon tomorrow, you would be dead by Uncle Maekar's hand."
"Valarr-"
"I know it sounds like madness, father. But it is the truth. You caution Ser Duncan to ask for Trial by Combat, but Aerion is a coward and he demands a Trial of Seven. You borrow my armour and ride on one side, uncle, Aerion, Daeron, and the Kingsguard ride on the other. And when all is said and done... I watch you burn on a pyre, the back of your skull smashed out by uncle's mace. If I must lie to save you, then I will do it, father. I never swore any oaths to be honest, just brave and just, and there is nothing just about how this would have been handled."
"Valarr-"
"And Ser Duncan never kidnapped Egg, either. Daeron was too drunk to notice when Egg pretend to be an orphan and snuck away to squire for the first knight he could find. We're lucky he found Ser Duncan and not a knight just like Aerion or I have to think uncle would been returning even now with his body. I don't know what's wrong with Uncle Maekar's children, father, and-" Valarr's really struggling to just... fucking stop talking. Baelor pulls him into a hug and Valarr just breaks... clutching at his clothes and sobbing 'you were gone. You were gone. You were fine and then you were gone!'
"Baelor fell in love almost immediately. [Name] is a work of art. A wonderfully colorful bird, playing with fashion, style, and its body."
baelor targaryen x male, model, reader; it doesn't matter what the world thinks about his relationship with the younger model
"We'll be late if you change your clothes a fourth time." Baelor shouts a warning. He's sitting on the leather couch in the living room, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, stock quotes, and business news.
"I'm almost ready!" [Name]āhis lover, his partnerāshouts from inside the apartment, loudly, almost panicked. It was as if he were being flayed. Baelor suspects he might be shedding his skin; anything was possible.
They were supposed to be going to an art exhibition; one of the companies his family works with was organizing an anniversary party or something. Of course, they were invitedāhe, his brothers, his sons. It just so happened that only Baelor and [Name] would end up going.
"You've been ready for an hour," he shouts back, but he can't hide a small smile. [Name] places importance on clothes, on appearance. After all, he's a model, famous, well-known, and all. Baelor doesn't know anything about that. He has [Name], and that's enough for him. They met at a fashion show; the luxurious suits fit the man like a second skin as he walked the runway.
Baelor fell in love almost immediately. [Name] is a work of art. A wonderfully colorful bird, playing with fashion, style, and its body.
"I have to look perfect. You know the press will make a fool of me later. After every party or event we attend, they write how much they don't fit in with you and your world." [Name] finally ran down the stairs. The city lights streaming through the large windows seemed to reflect on the shimmering satin of his suit.
"You always look perfect," Baelor said almost immediately, studying his partner carefully.
[Name] shifted uncomfortably under his watchful gaze. "You're staring. Why? Is something wrong? I can go change if it's tooā¦"
Baelor laughed. He put down the phone and stood, standing in front of the young man, kissing him on the lips. "You look wonderful, as always. Wait for me, I'll change, and we'll go."
[Name] blinks rapidly and only now takes a good look at the older man. Baelor is still in his pajama pants and t-shirt. "You did it again. We're not late at all." He crosses his arms over his chest and looks at his lover, offended.
"Not yet, but I did it as a precaution." He smiles and pulls his partner closer. "You're beautiful, beautiful, gorgeous. Don't worry about what the gossip sites say."
[Name] snorts quietly. "Easy for you to say, you're the billionaire."
"Now you're the almost husband of a billionaire. Don't worry about what those people say. You always look great; you don't have to limit yourself in how you look. I love how you're such a colorful bird. Now sit down and wait."
[Name] smiles, kissing Baelor's cheek. His stubble scrapes against his skin, but he loves the feeling.
This text was NOT created using AI.Therefore, the text may contain linguistic, grammatical and typographical errors. English is not my first language. If you notice anything in the text, please let me know :)
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Summary: You bring home some weed and their reactions to it and if they've ever used it, this is modern au. Baelor and Maekar here
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Daeron
Daeron knew you are a stoner because he's seen a few of the packages sitting on your night stand or in the trash, he doesn't really care because he is an alcoholic
There would be a few at home dates that is him drunk and you high while watching shitty reality TV. Sometimes even attempting at baking when intoxicated for snacks.
You do offer him some but Daeron doesn't really enjoy being high. The first time he tried it was during his teens with Valarr, he had the worst time possible.
When alcohol subdues his nightmares, weed makes them so much worse. He starts to feel like he's having those dreams when fully awake and just feels horribly sick.
He doesn't do weed but he fully enjoys having those moments that both of you are cuddled together when intoxicated.
The media is unsurprised when they find out you are a stoner. But at least both of you are disappointments in the eyes of everyone. At least that means when you leave events or don't even show up no one is surprised.
Valarr
You reached into a bedside table looking for your small baggie of edibles for you to help you sleep only to find a few joints in the bedside table. You don't smoke, so that's odd. Your friends don't know you smoke, no one does. You're the boyfriend of Valarr Targaryen so you must be the perfect partner.
A few days later you find Valarr with a joint in one hand while the other one holds your edibles looking confused as he tries to remember the last time he bought himself edibles.
He was surprised that the person he loved was also who used weed as a way to decompress from all the stress that seems to by waying on your shoulders.
Many times he would still enjoy having his joint alone because it is his calm down time, along with a bit of self-hatred that comes from the fact that he cannot handle all the expectations without a drug to calm down. he's meant to be Baelor's son, a good boy but here he is smoking.
You would try to help Valarr with this by doing edibles and making it a little more social. Watching bad movies with store bought cookies, maybe even some cooking hoping the garlic bread doesn't burn because you got distracted with a shitty scene.
It would slowly something he does with you, yet he still enjoys doing it alone before working on some documents or homework.
Dunk
Dunk would accidentally find it when going throughout one of your drawers looking for an extra charger, with your permission, and stumbled on your edibles.
I truly think he would be more concerned about you when he found them, while also feeling bad for finding them because he didn't mean to intrude on your personal things.
He wouldn't be one that would use, he seems more like someone that rarely even gets drunk. Defiantly if he has something that he's hoping to do nearing the deadline, he would like to be sober.
Of course he wouldn't really care if you get high every now and then. As said before he would be more concerned that it would be turning into an addiction but Dunk would be a 10/10 high babysitter.
Was on the if dragons existed during AKOTSK then Daeron would have Dreamfyre but I am falling for the Sunfyre propaganda⦠Drunken Daeron reminding Sunfyre of Aegon so much⦠Daeron spoiling the shit out of Sunfyre and just taking him to fly at random hours and Sunfyre needing to safely land with the drunk idiot on his back. Better if Daeron was like āim not sure i really want a dragonā and Sunfyre was like āokay bitch ive waited til you were 12 get on my fucking back lets goā.
Side note: Aerion 100% with Syrax. Spoiled prince spoiling his dragon princess.
Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.
Summary: You bring home some weed and their reactions to it and if they've ever used it, this is modern au with Baelor and Maekar (Dunk, Daeron, and Valarr here)
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Baelor
You would bring home some edibles as a little treat after surviving exams, not bothering to mention it to you boyfriend.
Baelor found it when digging through your stuff looking for where you hid one of his books.
It was a small 22 gram bag of 10 mg of THC pur gummy, nothing really big but something you used for nights you are alone.
He wouldn't really be upset but more surprised that you have such a vice. Even if you aren't addicted as it is only a once and a while treat he would still talk to you about it and make sure you are getting it from a trusted source and using it wisely.
His beliefs would be a mix of his social statues and the majority of people he mingles with still sees weed as a horrible thing, along with the fact that he is an educated person who has read up on the studies about it.
Baelor doesn't really care all he asks is that if you do smoke that you don't do it in the house or in public where someone could possible see it and reflect badly on him. Dating him means that your actions reflect onto him.
When you do offer him some it wouldn't be a surprise that he has experimented with weed in his youth. He's not a smoker (even for cigars) so it would be an edible and he usually uses it for sleep. He's a stressed old man, his mind is going a million miles per hour so it's a good way to get to sleep during deadline weeks.
Maekar
You had a few joints sitting in your purse for when you go out drinking with friends as a social thing.
He found them when digging through your purse looking for a some hand sanitizers for on of his kids, you don't even realize he found them until out with friends when your looking for them. You swore you had three left.
He took them for himself without even asking. It's you who finds out Maekar smokes weed and suddenly the missing joints start to make sense but you never expected it to be your father of six boyfriend taking them.
Having started smoking when he was younger as a rebellion phase against social norms, but he did stop after getting married and having kids. Only to have it suggested by a doctor for pain when his joints start acting up in the evening.
It's not something he does for the social aspect but alone before calming down for the night.
Doesn't really care that you do it or if some gossip magazine caughtes you smoking with your friends, as long as you aren't over doing it. Afterall there are photos of teenager Maekar with his late wife enjoying a joint.
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The dragon eggs hatch au with time travel bullshit added in.
But like Rhaenyra or some ogher Targ (could be a targ reader) that was actively apart of the Dance fucks with some blood magic and bam a century ahead in time. The dragon eggs hatch and now Maekar and Baelor has to deal with one of their ancestors and baby dragons.
A modern westeros reader that gets sent back in time to a few months before the Ashford Tourney. They decides to just lay low in King's Landing as they were a baker in the modern times, because of technology and technical differences they end up being both an idiot and oddly advanced for a commonfolk baker.
One night they find a drunken Daeron who's rambling about a dying dragon, being an asshole they decide to talk with the prince. Confirming his dream as true they give Daeron the way to make sure no one dies. Baelor must bring his own armor and he will survive.
Does this send Daeron into a panic until he confirmed Baelor's armor is packed? Yes.
Summary: You find a small kitten on the streets when leaving a restaurant with your boyfriend, Maekar, bring the question of keeping it.
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You didn't mean to find the small creature, you were slightly drunk being lead down the street to his car when you heard a small meow. Pausing almost immediately and letting go of Maekar's arm to go investigate the alleyway.
This gave him a rightful heart attack as he follows behind you, this isn't the first time you've gotten distracted by a stray animal.
Crouching beside a dumpster you reached your hand out making the "pspspsps," noise as this small calico cautiously sniffs your hand before screaming again.
You slowly move closer slowly with an hand out trying to get the small kitten use to you as Maekar watches you with a look of confusion.
Slowly petting the small animal you wait until they get comfortable and you picked it up. Turning around to Maekar you hold up the small creature that continues to scream.
"May we keep it?" you was with a smile. "Aegon will love to have another cat!"
Maekar kept his stern look as a small flush slowly creeps onto his cheeks, before offering his hand to lead you back to the car with the fuzzy friend. He is completely unable to say no to you when you look so happy with that smile.
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Idk where I first saw it (if you know who came up with the idea plz tell me) on a post that believed Valarr could very much be an alcoholic. It would be used as a coping mechanism for the stress of living up to Baelor's legacy of being second in line to the Iron Throne, along with the stillborns/miscarriages he and Keira have gone through.
Unlike Daeron who is very clearly a drunk he would hide it better. It would be having a drink when relaxing, or when bored in a meeting, or for a social even like dinner with the family. Drinking in situations were it isn't seemed as odd to be drinking in, sometimes even getting drunk with Daeron so his cousin takes the blame for pushing Valarr to drink that much.
I don't think he would see himself as a drunken as he acts sober when drunker than most people would believe. He wouldn't even notice how drunk he is most days, comparing his alcohol consumption to Daeron's. So he's not a drunken because he isn't anything like his cousin, plus the first born son of Baelor Targaryen cannot have a drinking problem /S.
valarr targaryen x male reader; a sweet first kiss that Valarr will remember for years to come
"Valarr⦠are you feeling all right? You're burning⦠Do you have a fever?"
The prince stepped back as if scalded by wildfire. [Name] from [House Name] stood a few steps away, looking at him worriedly.
"I'm fine. Nothing serious, anyway." Valarr muttered in response, putting down his sword. The servant took his weapon. He felt [Name's] burning gaze on him. His best friend was looking at him as if he were insane. Maybe he was, Valarr couldn't tell.
He felt like he'd been mad for a long time. He'd forgotten what it was like to feel different. All the responsibility for his condition stood a few steps down the alley. [Name] His best friend, the boy he'd played with as a child, now a young man ā Valarr's friend. The bearer of his secrets. Someone Valarr had fallen in love with.
[Name] handed the sword back to his squire. "You look really bad. Maybe it's a cold⦠better let the mester see you before you get seriously ill."
Valarr wished he could argue with him. He really did. But he couldn't. A blush burned his cheeks as [Name] helped him off with his armor. He insisted on doing it himself. He insisted on escorting him to his chambers. He had the maester summoned. He stayed until the old man left, assuring him it was just a minor cold.
"You're making too much of a fuss." Valarr sighed, but deep down, he was happy. [Name]'s attention was focused solely on him. He was here only for him. Even though Valarr almost made a fool of himself in front of him every time.
[Name] smiled and shrugged. He lay down beside him on the bed. If anyone else had done so, they would have been thrown into the dungeon. But it was [Name], so all Valarr did was blush even harder. His friend crawled under the silk covers and rested his head against the pillows.
"I'm worried about you," he said quietly, playing with the silk, crumpling it between his fingers. "You've been⦠different lately. I feel like you're avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?"
Valarr felt trapped. He just shook his head. How was he supposed to explain this? What was he supposed to say?
[Name] sighed. "You run away from me, Valarr, as if I were burning you. Every time I touch you, you run away. Are you disgusted by me?" he asked quietly.
That [Name] preferred men was a secret everyone probably knew. However, no one could do anything about it because of the young nobleman's position. Valarr didn't mind, but the older he got, the more he envied the boys [Name] kissed secretly. He wished he were in their place.
"Iā¦" You're a prince. A future king. Be brave, stupid. "ā¦I like you. Like⦠you know how." He said after what seemed like an eternity. Or at least, it felt like an eternity to Valarr. He looked away.
"Really?" A soft laugh surprised him. "Stupid, stupid⦠both of us."
The kiss that followed would remain in Valarr's memory for years to come. Sweet, smelling of a bath after a sparring session and tasting of willow bark syrup from the maester. But he was theirs. And that was the best part.
Even if he caused the kingdom to ignite with gossip, rumors, and whispers from the people and nobles a few years later, when he placed the crown on [Name]'s head and it took another year to calm the situation down, Valarr claimed it was worth it.