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escailyyy · 2 years

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The real Sansa and Tyrion, additional notes:

Some practical backgrounds on the characters of my Reality show au that you guys didn't ask for but would still be cool to know if you're into character backstories Families: Starks: Owners of a Billionaire Textile business specializing in synthetic fur and other luxury fabrics, their founder was born in the North of England and their biggest factory/home base is also there. Lannisters: Old money, made their fortune in the oil business. Famous for their capitalist business practices Targaryen: very polemic superstar musician family dating back to the Industrial revolution era of music. Their hall of Fame is made up of mostly Rockstars and pop singers. Characters: Sansa: Fur empire heiress. Socialite with her own designer label. Famous for winning King's Landing Project runnaway. She won because the public either loved her intensely or hated her intensely. Nicknamed 'queen b(ch) of the North' by viewers of KL.Project Runnaway Tyrion: founder of a fortune 500 Publicity firm. Famous for handling all of Deanerys Targaryen's PR. He's the black sheep of the Lannister family who refused to go into the oil business. Jamie: Tyrion's brother B List Netflix Actor who's already tried modeling, starting a music career, writing a book (check out 'My life as Jamie Lannister' in a bookstore near you) and is basically always trying to find himself. He's also got a law degree he never uses. But yeah he's technically allowed to practice law if he wanted Brienne: Olympic swimmer from an little known island in the states. Was a finalist in 'dancing with the stars' along with famous ballroom dancer 'Goodwin Tzarcowsky', went to a elite college on a sports scholarship and ended up in the same sorority as Sansa and Margaery. Currently she works with the Starks (Catelyn) as personal trainer. Arya: Rebel heiress to the Stark empire. Kickboxing champion and women's rights advocate. Currently studying to be a public defender. Went to a private boarding school rumored to be a front for spy operatives. And is actually banned from entering Portugal, Istanbul and Bahamas, tho nobody knows why. Gendry: Totally normal guy. Struggling artist who makes art that looks like weapons but is actually art (maybe?) But probably could kill a man. Used to be a waiter in Arya's favorite restaurant until Davos Seaworth headhunted him and now he's Davos assistant. (His hiring had nothing to do with Doctor Stannis Baratheon seeing Gendry on TV and ordering his boyfriend to give Gendry a decent job, Davos is simply one of the judges for Star Chef, he doesn't believe in bureocracy) Jon: Sansa's cousin, went to the same college as Sansa, Brienne and Margaery. He is currently signed with North Models, which is a modeling Agency under the Stark umbrella. Famous for being the hot shirtless guy of Night's guard Security commercials, and occasionally playing the northern guy in flannel in a few Hallmark movies, he's also done a lot of ads for Stark Furs and will occasionally appear in Danny's music videos. Jon is currently the face of SansaDesigns menswear clothing line. Daenerys Targaryen: Jon's girlfriend, Her family is super famous and scandalous. She's always at the top of the music charts with songs inspired by people she knows or simply roasting haters with some sick tunes. She's still friends with ex husband Action Starlet Drogo 'the Khal' Dothraki, she has an asshole brother who will never be as good as her #BeatThatViserys. And her feud with Sansa started when SansaDesigns started putting a shirtless Jon in all sort of suggestive poses to sell more of Sansa's fur cloaks. Cersei: Tyrion's sister, old time movie star, currently the mean judge in 'Casterly's Got Talent' and 'So you think you can Act'. Her fans love to hate her. Her Hollywood marriage to film director Robert Baratheon has outlasted almost every other marriage of her generation despite his affairs. And produced 3 children. Robert: Cersei's husband, movie director and casting couch king. Friends with Sansa's dad, for who knows what reason and Also Gendry's deadbeat biological father. Robb: Sansa's 1st brother, business man, family pocketbook, doesn't like to be filmed. Ladies man, in the process of divorcing wife #2 Talisa Maegyr, soon to marry wife #3 Roslin Frey, aka: the one who got away (yes, wife #1 was Jeyne Westerling, but we don't talk about her)

Margaery: Rom Com Actress and Sansa's best friend #2 after Brienne. Went to to the same sorority as those two. Her family is old money and she's the only female Heiress to Tyrell perfumes. Homegirl has been known to date co-stars just for publicity and is the queen of product placement

Ned: Sansa's father, who was booted as the head of his own company thanks to some shady business between Cersei and Tywin that the Starks can't prove yet. He now lives the relaxed life of a retired househusband in the Stark estate in Winterfell England while Robb and Caitlyn handle the company. Ned mostly spends his time playing golf with Jon Arryn and Arthur Dayne. Occasionally annoying Tywin and dropping by unannounced in the lives of his children

Catelyn: Sansa's mother, CEO of Winterfell industries, starred in her own season of Undercover Boss and is currently being scouted by Westeros Productions to man up the revival of 'Boss Apprentice'. She used to be Ned's ornamental housewife until he abdicated his position in the company and now she's basically living her best life

Bran: Teenage influencer, recently graduated from highschool. Ages ago during a celebrity wedding he was forced to attend, he stumbled on Jamie and Cersei having a fight over who Joffrey's real father was. It had been raining, the ground was wet, Jamie and Cersei scared him and he slipped down a flight of stairs leaving him severely impaired in the legs for a year. It was an accident, Bran forgave Jamie, but Caitlyn did not.. Ever since then he decided life is too short so he posts everything he hears and sees in social media. And starts shit up just because he can.

Bronn: Tyrion's bodyguard. he has a million side hustles on the side and the camera crew likes to spend at least 10 min of each TRS&T episode following him around in his quest to make easy money and buy his dream mansion

Stannis: Supreme Court Judge, Gendry's uncle, who is embarrassed to admit he shares blood ties with Robert. Will appear on TV every once in a while on criminal justice programs as a guest speaker. His daughter Shireen is an influencer.

Tywin: Tyrion’s father, Oil magnate and terrible parent, has a habit of appearing on the news everytime he dodges a lawsuit for bad business practices and capitalist exploitations. His lawyers are very good. Owns his own film company and is constantly trying to bribe Jamie into working for him. Tyrion unionized all his actors some years ago and now he’s not allowed near LannisFilm

Currently known (to me) members of my TRS&T Production team: Varys Enoch: Co-Director from hell #1 ( I know I said he was a producer, sorry, that was a typo) Petyr Baelish: Co-Director from hell #2 Tycho Nestoris (that guy we never liked from the Iron Bank): Producer From hell Sandor Clegane: Filming crew director / favorite cameraman from hell Ros Harlow: head of hair and Makeup Olyvar: Makeup artist #1 Marei : Makeup artist #2 Daisy: Makeup artist #3

if you’re interested in seeing the rest of my The real Sansa and Tyrion series, just look for the #trs&t tag in my blog

#the real sansa and tyrion #trs&t #game of thrones #reality tv au #modern au #sansa stark #tyrion lannister #Jamie Lannister #brienne of tarth

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pian-ran · 7 years

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Stannis Baratheon Week:

Day 6: House Baratheon

#stannisweek17 #fyeahstannis #stannis baratheon #house baratheon #asoiafedit #gotedit #stannisweek17mine #this is shitty and rushed #i'm not that happy with it but anyway #ch moodboard #moodboard #my edit #mine

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lariskapargitay · 4 years

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Brienne of Tarth is Lightbringer

Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow and Stannis Baratheon.

All three are grey heroes in the series, one of which is the most popular character in the book and especially the show. All three are legendary figures from their respected Houses- the one true king who should have been Lord of Stormsend, the secret prince born of ice and fire, and then there is the Mother of Dragons, Mysha, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and the last (so far as we know) Dragon.

All three have been, supposedly, chosen by the Lord of Light, and all three are the leading choices for Azor Ahai with their individual weapons (dragons, a valyrian steel sword and a burning sword) acting as the legendary weapon Lightbringer.

It makes sense; the great leaders who’ve been prophesied to end the long night. One even has DRAGONS, it would be absolute folly to imagine anyone else’s from three big huge players, one of whom the series is named for whose story is so heavily linked to the Others, to act as Azor Ahai or the weapon prophesied to end the Long Night; Lightbringer.

This post isn’t to dissuade those three or others from being AA or LB, but rather to put forth a new candidate to act as the legendary metaphorical ‘sword’. Someone who was a supporting player for the second and third books, ignored in the show, and for some reason people consider boring when she finally gets a chance to shine in her own POV.

Brienne of Tarth.

The ugly girl who wants to be a knight, a noblewoman whose house isn’t a great one, who has blood ties to both the Targaryen and Baratheon dynasty and who were kings and queens in their own right once upon a time. Not much is known about House Tarth apart from their sigil, rose and azure quartered with yellow suns and white crescent moons, the name of their keep Evenfall. Their descendants were not always called ‘Tarth’ though, their family name was once ‘Evenstar’, which has been passed down to be the official title of the Lord of Tarth.

Their House seems to have a fond appreciation for the sky and all that comes from it, including naming the small little island off Tarth ‘Morne’ to stand for morning, with only House Dayne as a challenger in regards to their love and admiration for the celestial. All that to say; House Tarth values light, in all its natural forms. The sun, the moon, the stars, the morning dawn… Their sigil and title literally brings light *looks directly at the camera like I’m in the office*, and it is one of only sigils where no matter what; it cannot be killed. No matter if the Dead or Living wins the war, the sun and moon and the evenstar will rise day after day until the end of eternity. Dragons and krakens and crows and stags and direwolves and lions can be killed, but the lights in the sky can never be.

The title of Evenstar itself also has connections to Lightbringer. Lucifer means ‘Lightbringer’ and it is the Latin name for the planet Venus. Venus used to be called ‘Evenstar’, and Evenstar is, as covered above, the title of the Lord of Tarth. With Faegon attacking Tarth, it is safe to presume that Selwyn, her father, is dead and Brienne is now the Lady of Tarth making HER the Evenstar which literally, not metaphorically, makes her, Lightbringer (which is something no other contender can claim.)

Another language fact is Tarth means smoke or fog in the Welsh language. “Born amidst salt and smoke,” is a large part of the prophecy of AA & LB and Brienne, being born on an island that means smoke in the middle of a salt sea…

ACOK Davos I

“To oppose it, the hero must have a hero's blade, oh, like none that had ever been.”

AFFC Brienne I

>When she was small, her nurse filled her ears with tales of valor, regaling her with noble exploits of Ser Galladon of Morne, Florian the Fool, Prince Aemon the Dragonknight and other champions. Each man bore a famous sword, and surely Oathkeeper belonged in their company, even if she herself did not.

Brienne often thinks of Oathkeeper as a ‘magic sword’, and here she not only calls it a heroes sword, but she is humble enough not to consider herself amongst them. The sword is worthy of being a part of something great but not Brienne herself. And right after she refuses to call herself a hero, she kneels, blade in hand, and says a prayer to the Crone whose known to bring light *once again looks at the camera like I’m in the office* to help guide people who would ask for it.

>**AFFC Brienne I**

>Kneeling between the bed and wall, she held the blade and said a silent prayer to the Crone, whose golden lamp showed men the way through life. Lead me, she prayed, **LIGHT THE WAY BEFORE ME**, show me the path that leads to Sansa.

Now, onto a huge moment for Brienne, where a large bulk of this theory comes from. The dream Jaime has, the prophetic Weirwood dream where most of his prophecies have come true.

>**ACOK Davos I**

>“In this dread hour a warrior shall draw from the fire a burning sword.

>**ASOS Jaime VI**

>Brienne’s sword took flame as well, burning silvery blue. The darkness retreated a little more.

>Brienne moved her longsword back and forth, watching the silvery flames shift and shimmer.

>Then his sword went dark, and only Brienne’s burned, as the ghosts came rushing in.

Lightbringer is, in its most basic form, a burning sword. Brienne, Stannis, Thoros, Beric, Jon and Jaime are the only ones to use a burning sword. Stannis sword is proven to be a fake, Thoros uses tricks to get his sword to light on fire, and Beric had a legitimate magical burning sword but he gave up his life for Lady Stoneheart. That leaves Jon in his dream then Jaime and Brienne in Jaime’s dream.

Again, this essay is not to dissuade the other candidates, but I personally do not believe that GRRM is the type of writer to let the secret dragon prince, the just leader, the Aragorn of Westeros get the big prophecy fight in the end. Aragorn wasn’t the one to destroy the ring, it was the unsuspecting big footed hobbit who saved the day. In any case Brienne DOES carry a flaming sword she uses to fight the dead, and she is the ONLY LIGHT left in Jaime’s world and the world itself. And yes, Jon does carry a red flaming sword in his dream whereas Brienne carries a silvery blue flaming sword in Jaime’s dream, but Oathkeeper, her sword, is red and black. It’s spell forged, it’s magic, **IT COMES ALIVE IN THE SIGHT OF FIRE**.

>**ACOK Davos I**

>And that sword shall be Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes.”

>**AFFC Brienne VIII**

>In the light from the firepit the red and black ripples in the blade almost seemed to move.

Let’s move on to another significant moment in Jaime’s dream is when a naked beautiful Brienne touches him.

>**ADWD Jon III**

>Therefore after Lightbringer was never cold to the touch, but warm as Nissa Nissa had been warm.

>**ASOS Jaime VI**

>She put a hand on his shoulder and he shuddered at the sudden touch. She’s warm.

Brienne is warm in his dream just as Lightbringer the sword is warm, she carries a flaming sword, she brings light, she’s the only light in the world… The dream can be interpreted in a few ways, mostly done to either prove or disprove an eventual romance between Jaime and Brienne, (I 10000% proves it does along with all the other evidence but that’s another 2000 word essay for another time.) But I believes it also offered a substantial amount of proof to my theory that Brienne is in fact Lightbringer. Melisandre even says the Lord of Light created the sun and moon and stars to assist them in ‘keeping the night at bay.’ .

>**ADWD Jon III**

>The Lord of Light made the sun and moon and stars to light our way, and gave us fire to keep the night at bay.”

Once again; let me bring back the Tarth fascination with the celestial

>**AFFC Brienne II**

>The arms of Tarth were quartered rose and azure, and bore a yellow sun and crescent moon.

>**ASOS Jaime IV**

>“I am Brienne of Tarth, daughter to Lord Selwyn the Evenstar, and sworn to House Stark even as you are.”

Brienne is the sun and moon, she is the brightest star in the sky. Yes there was a magic comet that fell for the birth of dragons but it lasted only for a while then died off. The Evenstar will always stay in the sky, as well as the sun and moon. They will always bring light.

Now, branching off into LOTR territory for a moment, Brienne is given the exact same introduction as Eowyn was when she killed the Witch-King, as ‘no man’ could kill him

>**The Return of the King, book 5, ch. 6 "The Battle of the Pelennor Fields"**

>“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund’s daughter!”

>**ACOK Catelyn II**

>“He is no man, My Lady. That’s Brienne of Tarth, daughter to Lord Selwyn the Evenstar.”

Don’t you think there’s just the tiniest bit of coincidence that GRRM introduces Brienne using a VERY similar quote to another blonde shieldmaiden who is confused for a man right before she helps destroy the leader of a great and terrible undead army and helps save the day?

Now, all this isn’t to say she’s an absolute shoe in for Lightbringer. That’s not to say it won’t be the obvious choice and Jon and Dany or Stannis save the day and they get to rule Westeros for 100 years and they get to be the ones who tell the Hobbits they bow to no man. But what I am saying is Brienne is just as much in the running to be Lightbringer as them. And just how bards can slay dragons, and Hobbits can destroy rings; an ugly girl who wants to be a knight can most definitely be a Lightbringer.

#asoiaf #brienne of tarth #asoiaf theories #asoiaf thoughts #lightbringer #brienne the beauty #azor ahai #game of thrones #game of thrones theory

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janiedean · 11 months

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I read your idea for genderbent stavos and idk when you posted it but I just realized that f!serra would have been betrothed to rhaegar. imagine being betrothed and having the shittiest marriage to a faithless prince and then you end up falling for a pirate smuggler who brought you and your starving brother onions and herring. that’s a great romance.

listen anon like.... at some point I'mma write genderbent stannis/davos just because the concept of f!stannis getting swept off her feet in a pirate smuggler romance is the best concept in existence and she deserves it in spades but GOOD LORD IF SHE WAS MARRIED TO R IT WOULD BE EVEN WORSE poor woman it would 100% be the greatest romance would end up in every light novel in westeros and I'm down with it

#anonymous #ask post #ch: stannis baratheon #ch: davos seaworth #i'm crying anon you are so right

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crowkingwrites · 5 years

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Bang Bang!: Guilty (Ch.14)

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton X Reader

Summary: You are now a full-fledged member of the Red Kings. After your first successful mission, Domeric comes with troubling news: they’re being watched and there’s a mole among them. The Red Kings, Ramsay, and You now stand against a new enemy: Stannis Baratheon, a high ranking FBI member out to seek justice who may have his own dark secrets he’s trying to hide.

In this next part of the series, you will be tested, face old enemies, and encounter faces you’d thought you’d never see again. You thought you were safe, but the game has just begun.

Words: 2267 // Ao3 Link

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13]

Domeric read the note over and over and over. Char, I did as you asked. Don’t fuck me over. The words haunted and bothered him.

“You’re talking to Ben?” Domeric stood up and followed Charlotte. “Why are you talking to Ben without telling me?”

“What? Are you jealous?” Charlotte yelled back. Ben followed her voice into their shared bedroom where Charlotte was angrily folding clothes.

“I’m not!”

“You are! I went to Ben for some help because I knew you would be like this,” Charlotte responded.

“Like what? Jealous?” Domeric threw it back in her face. “Ben had less than noble intentions with you. There’s history there. And you went to him for help. Why?”

“Because he’s the only one who really understands—

“Understands? Understand what?” Domeric shouted. “You’re my fiancée, right? Explain it to me. Your future husband.” Charlotte scoffed.

“I fucking knew you would be jealous. It’s not even worth it.”

“No! Explain it to me. What am I not understanding that Ben understands? What is it?” Domeric threw his arms in the air. Charlotte stopped folding clothes and narrowed her eyes at him.

“You don’t fucking listen, do you?”

“Apparently, I fucking don’t,” Domeric matched his lover’s rage. Blood started to boil under his skin so intensely, goosebumps rose on his arms.

“It’s Ramsay.”

“No, no, no,” Domeric started to leave the room. “I’m not listening to this again.”

“We need to do something about him! Or are you fucking blind?” Charlotte said with increasing anger. Domeric kept his arms at his sides, he feared he would raise them soon if Charlotte didn’t stop.

“Ramsay is my little brother. How do you want me to stop him? Hm? You want me to hurt my family?”

“No that’s not— “That’s not what? What you meant? You want to stop Ramsay? Go ahead and try then,” Domeric threw his vase to the ground.

“Domeric, you need to cal—

“Calm down?” Domeric laughed, continuing down the hallway. “I won’t. You think I need to hurt my little brother.”

“He’s kicked her out, Dom,” Charlotte said. “Ben and I have been talking. Ben’s told me that their operation to shut down Stannis isn’t going well. Y/N did what she does best and seduced someone. Ramsay felt like he was cheated on and he kicked her out.”

“Why are you on her side?” Domeric asked. “Seriously, why? What do you know about her?”

“Excuse me?”

“You know nothing about her. She could be a fucking snake to Ramsay—

“Oh, and like Ramsay is a saint, right? God forbid someone treat Ramsay the Good wrong. Fuck you.”

“You think my brother is a fucking monster for fighting with his girlfriend? I’m fighting with you right now, am I a monster too?” Domeric shouted. His voice raised making Charlotte freeze to the spot and her eyes flinch.

“No, I don’t think you’re a monster,” Charlotte said in an even tone. “I just don’t think you’re understanding me completely. Ramsay is spiraling. He needs help. He killed Beth. He’s going to kill Y/N.”

“Ramsay’s killed a bunch of people. You don’t feel bad for them?”

Charlotte shook her head. She let out a long sigh. Her fingers rubbed circles on her temples. “Look. I had Ben send her away to s safe house in the northern country. To an older Red King where she’ll be safe. Locke won’t hurt anybody and I’m going to call your father. Roose needs to know this is getting too far.”

“Why are you protecting her?”

“She’s my friend! She’s a woman! She’s human?!” Charlotte snapped. “You can tell me how little I know about her. You can remind me what she is and where she came from. The point is that Ramsay is a problem. He hurts everyone around him for his own benefit. Why can’t you see that?”

“I don’t agree with you,” Domeric shook his head, crossing his arms. “You’re wrong. Ramsay is more than a one-track minded killing machine. Ramsay is intelligent. Ramsay knows what he’s doing, and he loves Y/N. They’re in a rough patch right now.” “He wanted to hurt her for flirting with another guy,” Charlotte pointed out.

“Not going to lie, but I also kind of want to hurt you right now for talking to your ex and getting help from him instead of coming to me,” Domeric threw it back at her. “Bolton men are jealous like that I guess.” The poisoned words left his mouth and reached Charlotte’s ears. Tears appeared in her eyes, but she wiped them away.

“Ben is the only one who sees Ramsay for what he is. Ramsay needs help.”

“Ramsay doesn’t need help,” Domeric argued. “You do. Ever since Y/N became a Red King, all you want to do is break her and Ramsay up. You’ve been fucking obsessed with it. You haven’t even started to plan our wedding.”

“Neither have you.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t get married then,” Domeric grabbed his keys and left the shared home they had. He started his car despite Charlotte yelling at him to come back inside the house. He drove off and kept driving. He spoke to his cell on the console.

“Hey Siri,” Domeric said in a tired tone. His phone woke up. “Siri, call Sansa Stark.”

The phone rang twice before someone answered on the other side.

“Dom? Are you calling me?” Domeric heard Sansa’s voice and a warm feeling settled in his stomach. He was home again.

“Sansa, we need to talk,” Domeric’s eyes searched for words on the highway. “Things are—

“Getting bad again?” Sansa finished his sentence. “Where are you?”

“I’m going to Chicago. Can you meet me there?”

“I thought you were closer to Las Vegas?”

“I can’t risk being seen with you in Vegas. Not with my father’s dogs hunting around there for you. I can keep you safe in Chicago.”

“Is it that bad?” Sansa asked. Domeric paused before he answered.

“I miss you. I think I really need you,” Domeric choked up. “Call me when you get to Chicago.”

Jon Snow wore his best suit he could find on short notice to Stannis’ office. Stannis had been good friends with Ned since Ned’s arrival in Washington D.C. After his mysterious s death in New York City, Stannis kept Jon close to his side and aiding him however he could. Jon did not look forward to meeting with the disgraced FBI director who failed the Red Wedding.

Especially when Jon was busy with a very pretty girl during the evening when all of those immigrants crossed the border illegally on his watch.

His hands shook as he entered the building. He cleared his throat more than once and straighten out his back. He needed to have some sort of spine to face Stannis.

“Good afternoon, Jon,” Stannis greeted Jon as he stepped into his office. Stannis office looked more of the same as any other office of a government official. All of his furniture was made of polished wood. Pictures of his family hung next to plagues of accomplishments and achievements. An entire government career based on organization, order, and military discipline.

Jon sat in one of the two seats in front of the desk. “Hello, Mr. Baratheon.”

“You can call me, Stannis, I told you that.”

“If we’re being frank, sir, I’m afraid to.”

Stannis closed his laptop and set it aside. His eyes met with Jon’s. “Jon, I’m sure you’re aware of the immigration leak. I heard you weren’t around. Care to tell me where you were.”

“I thought I would leave work early,” Jon admitted. “I had a lot of things running through my head and I wasn’t thinking clearly. I sincerely didn’t think I would be leaving five men for the last time. I was at a bar with my work phone turned off. I know I’m not supposed to do that, but everything’s been so stressful lately—

Stannis held up his hand. “You’re not being fired today, Jon Snow.”

“I’m not?”

“No, quite the opposite,” Stannis revealed. He handed Jon a new flash drive. Jon turned it over in his hands. “With everything that’s been happening in our blessed United States of Westeros, I think it’s time I let my associates know the bigger picture. There is an underbelly present in USW. There are illegal people here, they’re bringing their weapons, their drugs, and their filth into this great country. There’s people born in this great country taking advantage of it to better themselves. I’m through stressing out every night. I’m doing something about it.”

“What exactly are you going to do about it?” Jon gripped his seat. He had a bad feeling about all of this.

“You, for starters,” Stannis pointed at him. “You’re my new and personal spy. You’ve worked in espionage before. You have little to no family, so you’re the perfect candidate.”

“Are you removing me from the Border Wall?”

“Yes, your new mission is to the find the Red Kings.” Stannis opened a picture of the Bolton family on his laptop. “This is the Bolton family. They’re known to be the leaders of the Red Kings, but we have zero evidence of any of them.”

“Why started with the Red Kings? If the underbelly is as serious as you say, why not start with finding my sisters? Arya’s been gone for so long and she’s always been a wild one, and now Sansa? My brothers? Last I heard of Theon Greyjoy, he was kidnapped. What about the Red Wedding? Why not revisit that case?”

“I am,” Stannis clarified. “The Red Kings are the head suspects for the Red Wedding. The Red Kings kidnapped Theon Greyjoy. The Red Kings know what happened to your brothers, Bran and Rickon. As far as I’m concerned, Sansa could be with them.” Jon froze to the spot. He had been dragged through the mud and spent many sleepless nights on how to fix his family. Now, he knew exactly who to find.

“If I find them, can I destroy them?” Jon coldly asked. Stannis smiled. He knew he had the right pawn for the job.

“Anything you need.”

Locke let his mind wander once more in the car. His time in solitude changed him into a reflective man. He remembered how his little girl would be so happy to see him when he came home from missions. He also remembered the birthdays he missed. He remembered the miserable event of your high school graduation and the inevitable day where he discovered you had run away.

He wanted to blame himself, but he knew it wasn’t his fault. He may have been away for a lot of the important times in your life, but both of you had to suffer your mother together.

Locke did not have too many happy memories of his only wife. He spent a lot of his life trying to make her happy. After a few, hard discussions, she realized what she was missing: a child. Locke and his wife tried over and over and over again. Nothing happened for years. His worst fears came true when Locke discovered he was infertile.

As devastating as that was, he felt relieved. He never thought he would make a good father. That is, until his wife introduced him to the idea of foster care.

“We’ll just host a child here, and they can move along. We don’t have to adopt,” she shared. “Besides, you won’t be here as much. You won’t have to be a real father.”

Locke wasn’t too happy with the idea until one long and awful night. He had just got back from another mission. His head rang like a bell, and his gut hurt from the bad job from the night nurse. His wife met him at the secretive makeshift hotel hospital for criminals. The whole place was outfitted with stolen medical equipment and comfortable beds that the old hotel left behind.

“You didn’t have to visit me here,” Locke said.

“I did,” Kathy smiled. Locke’s wife ran her hand up and down his arm. “This is where we met, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Locke smirked. “I remember how good you look in one of those nurse’s uniforms.” Kathy slapped his arm. Both of them laughed at the happy memory. Kathy opened her mouth to say something else, but a nurse interrupted them.

“Kathy! I know you don’t work here anymore, but we need you. It’s bad. It’s a Code Blue.” Kathy rushed out of the room with her friend. Kathy returned a half hour later with a bundle in her hands. The baby cooed and grabbed onto her finger. Locke sat up, confused.

“You’re back with a baby?”

“Someone came here with her. Someone in bad shape. She had this baby with her, and…she’s gone now, but no one knows whose baby this is,” Kathy explained. “She has nothing just a blanket and her clothes.” Locke caught sight of you. Maybe it was your eyes or the way you smiled at him, but he felt something deep inside of him when he held you for the first time.

“If anything happened to you, I would kill everyone. Do you hear me? I’m going to protect you now.” Locke blinked back his tears in his eyes. He still drove on the highway towards a certain destination. He looked over to your form sleeping in the passenger seat of the car. So much has happened to you and he could have prevented it.

“I should’ve fucking listened to Roose,’ he muttered to himself. “I’m such an idiot.”

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Love’s Not Always Wise Ch 62

Jon IV

Jon watched his brother as they gathered around the table. Sansa, Davos, Edd, Mya, Tormund and Melisandre stood, looking at the map spread out before them, tokens indicating the houses of the North placed precariously over the uneven wood.

“We can’t defend the North from the Others and the south from the Boltons,” Jon said. “If we want to survive, we need Winterfell. If we want to save Celia and Rickon, we need more men. This isn’t just to reclaim our home, this is to reclaim our sister.”

“Aside from the Starks and the Boltons, the most powerful houses in the North are the Umbers, the Karstarks, and the Manderlys.” He moved some of the tokens to Winterfell. “The Karstarks and Umbers have already declared for the Boltons.”

“The Umbers will change their minds once they learn about Robb,” Sansa said. “And we already have the Vale on their way. We have good numbers, we just need more Northern houses to back the Starks so it is an easier transition for the North.”

“The Karstarks will stay with the Boltons,” Robb said, sitting down. Jon could see his grimace as he shifted downward. He didn’t know much of Robb’s injury, but he knew it was remarkable that he could even walk. “The current head of House Karstark will want repayment for siding with us. He will either ask for Sansa or Celia’s hand, and that will not be allowed.”

“Begging your pardon, your grace,” Davos said. “But you took the head of the previous Lord of Karhold.”

“For good reason,” Robb said plainly. “For killing prisoners of war, Lannisters, that could have been used. I know now that it was what led the Karstarks to betray me and mine, but it was also because I refused to allow Cregan Karstark to marry Celia. He will want something in order to keep his loyalty, and that is something I will not stand for.”

Jon bristled at the thought of Cregan Karstark being anywhere near Celia. The man was old enough to be their father. “And so you will condemn all of House Karstark then?” Sansa asked.

“No, not the children or anyone who will disavow Cregan and his family. I believe there is a young girl, Alys Karstark. I will allow her to head her family if she agrees to back the North once the time is right.”

“You would let a lady head a house?” Davos asked.

“If it means not having to vomit genocide against a house, yes. Unlike Stannis Baratheon, I do not blame children for the sins of their parents.”

That left a slight scowl on Davos’ features.

“Will the Blackfish join us?” Sansa asked. “I know you stayed with him while you were healing, Robb.”

Jon watched as Robb’s expression darkened. He was not the same man that Jon vaguely remembered. This man had seen hell. This man was twisted by regret and what happened to him, the things he did.

“No, the Blackfish won’t come. He didn’t want to waste his resources. He’s trying to hold the Riverlands. He has no time for the North.”

“Family, duty, honor. His family comes first.”

“Uncle Edmure is still being held by the Freys. His wife and daughter are still being held too. They’re his priority right now.”

Sansa sighed and looked to Jon. He moved so he was by her side and set his hand on the small of her back. She smiled up at him, comforted. “Then we will make due with the family we have. We have the Vale. And that should help.”

Robb nodded.

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That the armorer's sullen apprentice was the king's son, Ned had no doubt. The Baratheon look was stamped on his face, in his jaw, his eyes, that black hair. Renly was too young to have fathered a boy of that age, Stannis too cold and proud in his honor. Gendry had to be Robert's.

A Game of Thrones, Ch. 30, Eddard

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-A Storm of Swords, Jon XI

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Chapters: 31/31 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Sansa Stark, Jaime Lannister & Sansa Stark Characters: Jaime Lannister, Sansa Stark, Brienne of Tarth, Bronn (ASoIaF), Olenna Tyrell, Tywin Lannister, Oberyn Martell, Stannis Baratheon, Cersei Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Ashara Dayne, Edric "Ned" Dayne, Petyr Baelish, Yohn Royce, Robert Baratheon, Bran Stark, Tormund Giantsbane, Catelyn Tully Stark, Ned Stark, Addam Marbrand, Jon Snow, Roose Bolton, Justin Massey, Kevan Lannister, Dorna Swyft Additional Tags: Jaimsa, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era, request, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Business, Boss/Employee Relationship, Mutual Pining, Lust, Art, Graphic Designers, Public Sex, Rough Sex, Exhibitionism, Corporate Espionage, Angst, Heartbreak, Dysfunctional Family, Attempted Murder, Arson, Really Fucked Up Starks, Wildling Man-Friend Summary:

AU - Modern - In which the Young Lion meets his match... Picset is viewable HERE Spoilers before Ch.9, Ch.16 , Ch.24 and Ch.28, Epilogue

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Time Stands Still Ch. 7: The White Wolf

So I was feeling really bummed with no GoT to watch (since yesterday was Sunday) and I just decided to write, write, write. It’s a longer chapter where some of the earlier plot lines (Gendry and Jaime) start to come together, there’s also lots of smut and fluff.

WARNING: EXPLICIT

Summary: A night of steamy passion for Jon & Dany. Jaime has woken the dragon in Jon and they have a confrontation. Fresh from laying into the Kingslayer, Jon pays a visit to Gendry. The baby moves for the first time! An unconventional coupling for Jon and Dany ends the chapter on a smutty high note.

The result of her marriage to Khal Drogo, Daenerys had certain limits and rules when it came to fucking. Drogo had taken her roughly, the way a hound took a bitch, not caring whether she was wet or ready. It had been painful and traumatic for Dany, for all that it had been her duty. It was animalistic - the Dothraki way - the only way Drogo had taken her for many months at the beginning of their marriage, before Doreah had educated her, telling her love comes in at the eyes Khaleesi. Once, when Daario had tried to take her from behind, Dany had wheeled around in her panic and struck him in the face with her elbow, causing blood to gush from his nose.

So it was a bit surprising to her that when she woke in the dead of the night to feel Jon behind her, grinding his erection against the cleft of her ass, she actually moved against him. His strong arms pulled her closer still, sliding one hand down her flank to hook under her leg, and slid his swollen cock into her from behind as he swept his other hand over her breasts. He kissed her shoulder and neck, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake. Daenerys let out a soft sigh. She would never get tired of this man, she thought. This wasn’t fucking, it was making love, and no matter cliché it sounded, it was true.

Jon flexed his hips and ass, driving his manhood slowly, methodically into her dripping cunt before withdrawing it again, eliciting a little cry of frustration from her each time. His hand released her leg and came up to wrap around her neck, applying a bit of pressure there as he turned her face toward his, claiming her mouth. Their breaths were becoming hard and frequent as their pleasure built and strained their ragged desire. Mewling cries escaped from Dany’s throat, while Jon growled from deep within his chest.

He began to thrust into her harder, his movements becoming more frenzied and less controlled as he neared his apex. His hand slipped between her legs, strong and gentle at the same time, seeking out the sensitive bundle of nerves there, finding her slick and wet. He worked his fingers over her juicy pink flesh until her body went taut as a bow string against him, releasing an unearthly cry from her lips as wave upon wave of pleasure overtook her. She swam back up to the surface of consciousness before ecstasy swamped her again.

Jon felt her walls contracting around him, her nails digging into his muscled thigh as she reached for something, anything to steady herself. The kiss of pain sent him over the edge into the abyss of his own pleasure. Jon bit down gently on the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder and came hard, his hips bucking of their own accord into her backside as he drained himself inside her.

After he’d recovered, Jon got up to tend the fire. He stood and walked naked to the fireplace, rubbing at a knot in his hip and stretching out his legs as he did so. Daenerys propped herself up on one elbow and openly admired his body from beneath the mountain of furs, appreciating the way the firelight danced over his skin, accentuating every ripple and cut of muscle, every hard-won scar. “Are you ogling me?” he asked, chuckling huskily. Daenerys bit her lip and answered, “Most definitely.”

“Like what you see?” Jon retorted, turning to walk back to the bed, giving her an eyeful.

“Perhaps,” she answered rising to her knees, the furs falling to the mattress. He walked to the edge of the bed, and she put her arms around his neck, pressing her nakedness against him. Gods, he thought, she will be the death of me. And I will gladly go to my grave. They fell back into bed, laughing like children and made love once more.

Long after Daenerys fell asleep curled against him, Jon lay awake reflecting on things as they were – he’d lost much, but he’d gained more. He wasn’t sure the exact moment it happened; Jon had fallen in love with her the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. It was a compendium of little moments over time – the way she’d tried to intimidate him when he first arrived on Dragonstone; her surprised expression when he’d reached out and put a bare hand on Drogon (and not been eaten alive); how Jorah had told him she waited out in the freezing cold at East Watch for hours, hoping against hope he’d somehow return; the look in her eyes on the boat when he’d called her his queen; the way she’d held onto him the night they’d first made love, like he was the only safe harbor in a storm.

The dawn came all too soon. Jon rose and dressed, watching the steady rise and fall of the furs under which she lay. He decided to let her sleep; she’d been pushing herself way too hard as usual, even though she was clearly fatigued due to her pregnancy. She’d be mad at him, he knew, but if they fought over it, they’d surely have to make up. He tucked the furs around her and kissed her forehead before he crept from the room.

His first stop was a visit to the armory to check on the armor he had Gendry making for Daenerys. Jon knew there was no way she would stay out of the fighting, even two or three months pregnant. It just wasn’t like Dany to sit on the sidelines. She’d once said, “What kind of a queen am I if I’m not willing to risk my life to fight my enemies?” They’d had several disagreements about it, which had gotten quite heated. Not that the making up hadn’t been heated as well, but Jon didn’t like to see her get worked up and he worried about their child. It was not in Daenerys to concede to him. It was not in Jon to plead with her. So in the end, he’d decided armor would be the compromise.

It was handsome armor, to be sure - made to be lightweight so it wouldn’t be cumbersome. It consisted of a black boiled leather cuirass molded to fit her every curve, designed to be worn over a lightweight ring mail hauberk, the red three-headed dragon sigil on the gorget and pauldrons. He’d had Gendry make matching vambraces and greaves to protect her arms and legs. It would not protect her in a fall, but it would protect her from arrows and spears, which were surely the greatest threat to her on the back of Drogon.

After Jon suggested a few additional minor adjustments to the armor, Gendry said he thought it would be ready the following day. “Gendry,” Jon said, “I have something else I need to talk to you about.”

Shit, he knows. “What’s that Your Grace?” Gendry asked, keeping his eyes on his work, though he knew Jon was alluding to Arya and what he had seen a day previous as they had been embracing when Jon came walking in.

Don’t play dumb with me, Jon thought. “My sister, Arya. She’s told me how you came to meet as she fled King’s Landing with Yoren for the Wall.”

(Sigh of relief) He just wants to know how I know his sister. Maybe he didn’t see us clearly. “Yes, Your Grace,” Gendry said. “I had been dismissed by my master and planned to journey to the Wall to join the Night’s Watch. Lady Arya was in the company of Yoren, who had been in King’s Landing securing new recruits at the time of your father’s execution by the Lannisters. She’d cut her hair and was dressed as a boy.” Gendry chuckled, remembering, “Told me her name was Arry. She was convincing, Your Grace, but she didn’t fool me. Only I didn’t know she was a highborn lady ‘til the after some Lannister soldiers came around asking questions. She thought they were looking for her. She confided in me she was Arya Stark. Almost died, I mean, I’d been talking about my cock and taking a piss in front of her …”

Did he just say he pulled his cock out and pissed in front of my little sister? “You what?” Jon asked, not sure he’d heard right.

Fuck, Gendry thought to himself, now you’ve gone and bloody done it! “Beggin’ your pardon Your Grace, I didn’t know … who she was, I mean,” Gendry stammered as Jon reeled on him. “I was respectful after I found out, I swear it. Kept my distance. Even tried to address her as ‘my lady’ ‘cept she wouldn’t have it. I kept her secret Your Grace, even when the Lannisters caught us and was going to torture me. I care for your sister a great deal.”

That sounds like Arya, but still … Jon’s hand shot out and cuffed Gendry on the ear. “I can’t believe you knew she was a girl and you were pulling your cock out in front of her to take a piss! Seven hells!”

“Apologies Your Grace!” he said, rubbing his ear, “I, I didn’t know, I swear it.” He’s going to bloody kill me, he thought.

You’d better not lie to me, boy. “When I walked in here yesterday I saw you two – you had her in your arms. Explain yourself. What are your intentions with my sister?”

Shit, shit, shit! I’m good as dead. “As I said Your Grace, I care for your sister a great deal. I never thought I’d see her again, had no idea she was here at Winterfell. She thought I was dead after I was sold by the Brotherhood to Stannis Baratheon’s red witch. We was just overcome is all, Your Grace.”

How dumb does this kid think I am? Overcome. Overcome by your cock you mean … “’Overcome’? You expect me to believe that? I saw you with my own eyes. You ‘care for her a great deal?’ Please! You were going to kiss her, just admit it.” Admit it … and I will fucking kill you for thinking about my sister that way …

Just tell the truth. He’ll respect the truth, that’s the kind of man he is. “I wanted to Your Grace, but I wouldn’t have. She’s a highborn lady of Winterfell. I’m just a bastard from Flea Bottom. I have nothing to offer her, even if I do love her.” Oh. My. Gods. What did I just say?

Well, damn. He loves her. “And I was just Ned Stark’s bastard, now I’m King in the North. The world we’re living in is changing Gendry. When the wars to come are fought, it won’t matter what the name of your house is, who your father or mother was. And honestly, I don’t think Arya cares either. She’s never really thought of herself as a lady. It’s just not her, but as it seems to matter so much to you, as king, I have the power to legitimize you.”

Wait. What? “Your Grace?” Gendry asked, unsure of what Jon had just said. Never in his wildest dreams since he’d discovered the great Robert Baratheon was his father, had he even considered the remote possibility of being legitimized. Does this mean his isn’t going to kill me?

And she loves him. “I could legitimize you, make you Gendry Baratheon, Lord of Storm’s End. It’s within my power as king. You are the last of your line Gendry. There are no other Baratheons left. And it would give you ‘something to offer’ my sister. I’d like to do it, as thanks for what you did for me – for the realm - beyond the Wall; you saved my life. Fuck, fuck and double fuck. I owe him.

“Th-thank you Your Grace,” Gendry stuttered. “I don’t know what else to say.”

“Don’t make me regret it. And Gendry? Don’t hurt my sister. If you hurt my sister – well, I suspect she’ll end you herself – but if she doesn’t …” Jon patted the hilt of Longclaw.

Gendry swallowed hard and nodded as Jon left him.

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Jon’s second order of business was to find Jaime Lannister and put him through the fucking wall. Last night at supper, Jon had asked Sansa about what Jaime had said at the small council meeting. She’d answered him coolly, told Jon nothing had happened, that the Kingslayer had been ‘very kind’. Jon didn’t believe her; there was nothing ‘very kind’ about Jaime Lannister. His mind flashed back to a day many years ago, when he’d gone to say goodbye to Bran before he left for the Night’s Watch. He’d told Robb the same lie about his lady mother. She was very kind. Jon called horseshit.

He didn’t knock before he threw open the door of Jaime��s chamber, the door swinging inward and banging against the wall with a hard “crack”. Jaime, to Jon’s disappointment, didn’t even jump – he was already up out of bed and dressed. Jon would’ve liked nothing better than hauling him out of his warm bed and giving him a rude awakening. Jaime had roughly 5 inches and 2 stone on the King in the North, but Jon wasn’t intimidated. In truth, he wasn’t the least bit concerned. He’d taken on bigger men than the Kingslayer, felt their bones crack and their blood warm on his hands. And Jon was no fool; he hadn’t come alone. Ser Davos and Ser Jorah waited just outside in the hall.

Jaime was standing at the window looking out when Jon barged in. Without turning, he knew it was Jon. In truth, he’d been expecting him. “Your Grace,” he said smoothly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Jaime turned and walked to the side table. “Some wine?” he picked up the decanter as if to pour.

Jon only glowered at him. “A bit too early for wine, you say?” Jaime mocked, setting the decanter back down on the table.

Jon strode across the room to where Jaime stood. His heeled boots have him a bit more height, and his fur cloak a bit more bulk. Even so, he had to look up to make eye contact with the Kingslayer. His eyes were charcoal embers, blazing with anger. Jaime’s own green eyes twinkled dangerously, his fingers toyed with the hilt of Widow’s Wail where it hung from his hip.

“Go ahead Lannister. Skin it. See what happens,” Jon threatened, his eyes flicking in the direction of the glittering golden sword. Jaime made no move. “You used to be a great swordsman – one of the best, if the bards are to be believed – but that was before you lost your sword hand. I see you for what you are – a military man, our newly named Master of War, yes. But the deadliest swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms? I think not. I see you standing there sizing me up, underestimating me. Don’t make that mistake. Others have. They’re dead and I’m still here.” His own hand rested on the hilt of Longclaw.

Jaime was impressed by the swagger of Jon Snow. He didn’t back down from a confrontation, he had to give him that. Jaime exhaled with an audible sigh, almost sounding as though he were bored. “I apologize for my inappropriate conversation with your sister, Your Grace. It wasn’t well done of me. But rest assured, Lady Sansa is much tougher than she lets on.” His throbbing balls reminded him of that.

“She’s starting to let on,” Jon said, pride welling up inside him for both of his sisters. “Lady Brienne has told me of the oath you swore to Catelyn Stark to return her daughters to her; she believes you meant to keep it. She believes you are a man with honor, that you can yet be redeemed. She swore oaths as well, to Lady Catelyn and to Sansa, but I believe you knew that. You gave her the sword Oathkeeper did you not?” Jaime nodded his ascent. “Did you know Lady Brienne defeated the Hound in single combat? The north is full of deadly women at the present moment,” Jon mused. “You swore an oath to Queen Daenerys yesterday. See that you keep it. And, be warned – you continue to fuck with Sansa, you do so at your own peril.”

Jon collected Ser Davos and Ser Jorah, who’d heard the whole thing from outside the door. “You should have asked him to surrender his weapons, Your Grace,” Jorah advised.

“Sword or not, Ser Jorah, it makes no matter, Jon answered. “All men must die.”

Jon and his entourage went to the great hall to break their fast. Jon decided to take a tray to his chamber for Daenerys, and he told one of the serving girls he wanted boiled eggs, cheese, bacon and crusty bread – enough for the two of them. When she returned to follow him up to the room, he dismissed her. He’d take it himself, he said.

Returning to his chambers, he found his queen still abed, though she was awake and sitting up against the headboard. Her eyes flew to his when he walked in with the tray, and he saw tears trailing down her cheeks. He was immediately afraid something had happened with the baby; he nearly dropped the tray in his haste but found faculties enough to slide it onto a table in the center of the room as he hurried to her side. She reached out to him as he rounded the foot of the bed. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, expecting to be greeted by the sight of blood but there was none. His eyes went to hers, worried, questioning.

Without a word, she took his hand and placed it on her belly. It was only a moment before he felt the stirring there as their child pressed against her womb and kicked outward. His eyes grew wide, he’d never felt anything like it before – life, hope, right here inside his queen. Tears welled in his eyes, and he dropped a kiss on the gentle swell of her belly before cupping her cheek and kissing her lips with awe and reverence. He stood and sat on the edge of the bed. Using his thumbs, he wiped her tears away and kissed her again. He’d never felt more masculine or manly in his life than now, knowing that he alone had planted the seed that took root within her, given her a child when she had thought all hope was lost.

The kiss turned from one of happy celebration to one of claiming quickly. He captured her hot, opening lips with a dominance that told her she was his now and forever. He wasn’t gentle or careful, pushing his tongue past her lips. She climbed astride him where he sat and pulled his hair loose from its knot. She fisted her hands in the curls, pulling his mouth harder against hers. He groaned, but the sound was lost against her mouth.

And then her small hands went to the buckles of his gorget, removing it and tossing it aside with a clangor, then to the laces of his jerkin which she slid off his muscular shoulders without a word. None were needed. He knew what she wanted, as surely as the sun rose in the east. He wanted it too. He slid her off his lap, stood and pulled of his boots, his prick straining at the suede confinements of his trousers. Daenerys swung her feet over the side of the bed, grasped the waist of his trousers and jerked him roughly to stand between her open thighs. She looked up at him, her violet eyes stormy and full of heat. Her hair was loose from its usual neat braids, and tousled from sleep. To Jon, she’d never looked more beautiful than she did at this moment. Her fingers were nimble and quick over his laces, and she had slipped her small warm hand inside and wrapped it around his cock within seconds, eliciting a harsh exhale from him. She used her free hand to push the suede trousers over his firm ass, and they slid down to pool at his knees.

She looked up at him again through thick black lashes as her hand stroked his hard length. Jon’s head fell back and he closed his eyes. Gods it fell so good, he thought, her hand was both velvet and iron around him. Her tongue darted out to lick the length of his shaft, ending at the tip with a flourish to taste the pearly drop of pre-cum there. She pressed his head against her lips and he slipped easily into the moist heat of her mouth. His hands fisted in her hair and he opened his eyes to look down at her. She was a beautiful sight, her lips stretched into an “O” around his girth, her large violet eyes looking back at him.

Jon pulled on her hair, pushing her down over his cock until he hit the back of her throat, then dragged her back until the tip popped out of her mouth. What possessed him, he did not know. “If you want me to stop, tell me now,” he whispered. When she said nothing, he did it again; she didn’t protest. He wasn’t rough, nor was he gentle as he continued fucking her mouth. Her hands came up to wrap around his muscular ass, nails digging in as he continued to slide her mouth over his dick, her teeth gently scraping his flesh now and then. She felt herself growing increasingly wet, and a persistent throb began between her legs, her pussy’s way of begging for his attention.

Jon was on the plateau of his pleasure, looking down into the velvet pit below. He told her he was going to come, but she didn’t cease her licking and sucking. His mind couldn’t process the fact he would come in her mouth. The thought sent him over the edge; his cock began to pulse and he couldn’t hold back, shooting his creamy essence down her throat. She drank it all, not wasting a drop, as his hips bucked and his dick jerked. When she released him, he collapsed on the bed beside her, his chest heaving, pops and flashes of light forming behind his eyes. Seven hells, he thought, she drank his me down, swallowed me whole.

His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light filtering in through the curtains. It was nearly midday; Jon found himself ravenous, but not for food, only for Daenerys. “Come here,” he ordered her, his voice a husky whisper. She dared not deny him, and she liked this demanding, dominating side of her king. She pulled her thin silk shift up over her head and tossed it aside, then slid up his body. Jon growled at the feel of her warm bare skin on his own, longed to maintain the contact, but gave into the urgent need he had to taste her. Putting his hands under her arms, he pulled her on top of him, one thigh on each side of his chest, then guided her with strong hands until her dripping slit was over his mouth. He was not tentative, plunging his tongue into her honeyed core, making love to her with it.

She did not understand at first what he was doing, what was going to happen. Daenerys had ridden men, and Jon had given her the Lord’s Kiss, but she had never done both at once. Each experience with Jon took her to new heights of arousal, but this one felt sinful and salacious. At first she tried to escape, but Jon’s hands were firm on her hips and thighs as he held her to his mouth while he lapped at her juicy folds. In equal parts, he fucked her with his tongue while gently sucking and licking at her engorged bundle of nerves. His close-clipped beard and mustache tickled and prickled her sensitive skin. Daenerys was nearly out of her mind with the pleasure of it, the sweetest kiss, running her hands up over her chest and tugging at her own hardened nipples. She listened to the sounds he made; groans and growls, contented hums, lapping and licking and sucking noises. As what seemed like the hundredth contented groan left Jon’s lips, Daenerys began to cry out. She shivered and convulsed as she came, coating his beard and face with her slick juices. He held her in place until he’d had his fill of her and she was like a wilted winter rose in his arms.

When they had finished, she lay in his arms, her cheeks flushed from their exertions. He stroked her soft belly, just beginning to swell, again felt movement there. He smiled and kissed Dany’s forehead, thankful Gendry would have the armor ready tomorrow so he could gift it to her. His thoughts drifted to the child, wondering … would be a boy or a girl, would it be equal parts dragon and wolf, would it have Daenerys’ violet eyes …

As if she sensed his thoughts, she asked, “Are you excited to be a father?”

“Truly?” he asked. “Truly,” she whispered back.

“Aye, I’m excited and … I’m terrified,” he said, his voice thick with emotion, “but together we can be brave.”

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