BlackHawk's Child

[the-last-targaryens]

When the War is Won — Part 1

A post war romance(don't ask what war). I've only been working on it for two years to the day. Dany takes Part 1, Jon will have Part 2, at some point 🙈

Waiting comes in two shades: known and unknown. The first is familiar, like the waiting one does for the clock to strike twelve so an empty stomach can be filled. It's looked forward to, anticipated with eagerness no matter how often it comes around.

That isn't the waiting she finds herself in now. The uncharted path she has decided to tread has her spine stiff from unease and a fine sheen of sweat beading across her hairline. She hates the feeling, but curses herself for the hundredth time. She's stronger than this.

“Miss Targaryen?”

Her head jerks upright, eyes searching for the man who called her name. It doesn't take long. He's just in front of her, behind the bustle of bodies moving between them, gazing at her with an expectant expression as he makes his way closer. He stops just in front of her. His shirt is crisp and white. His waistcoat and tie, both tailored twill. His trousers though are dungarees. Worn ones at that. And his boots have seen better days.

But his attire doesn't keep her attention. His face however…

She's a bit stunned much to her displeasure. Save for the lovely scenery during her trip he is the prettiest thing she’s seen in ages. Rich black curls, a trimmed beard, and a pair of soulful gray eyes so dark they beckon one to fall into them.

Too bad the last thing she wants in her life is a man, let alone a pretty one.

“Who’s inquiring?” Her tone is clipped and stern, no friendliness at all. As Olenna would say; her feathers were most definitely ruffled.

A deep furrow takes over his brow. “My name's Jon Snow, ma’am. I’ve been sent to pick you up.”

Instantly wary, her heart racing, she draws back. “By whom?”

“Lady Olenna Tyrell.”

[aenarsnow]

What I Would Do For You

Summary:

The scariest thing about love is giving someone the power to destroy you and trusting they won’t. But the true terror lies in what you’re willing to do to keep them safe. The world would call them monsters, but how could they be anything else when they had simply become what the world had made them?

Read here:

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[amidstsaltandsmoke]

Happy belated birthdays to my two wonderful friends, @blackhawkschild-blog & @aenarsnow! I hope that you both had the best past couple of days filled with family and being spoiled rotten. Wanted to make you both something even if it was small! Love you both! 💙

[aenarsnow]

You Came? You Called.

Summary: A bad boy and a heiress find their way back to each other after a fight, thanks to a phone call and the meddling of a little brother who only wanted the best for his favourite big brother.

@burninghecate and I are back with a new fic. You can read here on ao3: AenarSnow, burninghecate - You Came? You Called. - Game of Thrones (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

[the-last-targaryens]

The Dragons Dark and Deep

Chapter 25 teaser - 'Cause it's Strange Times, Dark Days

She bid her Unsullied commander to enter and he was in front of her a moment later, wariness bright in his dark eyes.

It pulled her to her feet, her heart quickening. “What is it?”

“There is a woman outside the keep. She is begging an audience with you, my Queen. Only you.”

Most of her anxiety leaked away in a released breath. A visitor wasn't nearly the terrible news she feared. “We both know that is not going to happen.” Jon would be terribly displeased if she took such a risk. Not to mention his still bruised trust. She would not batter it more than it already was. She’d promised him. Whoever this woman was she would meet the King, as well as the Queen.

“Where is my husband?” she asked as she retrieved her gloves.

“He is in the yard sparring, my Queen.” Grey Worm stepped into her space giving her no choice but to give him her full attention. “She is a Red Priestess,” he said lowly.

That gave her pause, her nerves instantly back on alert. “A Red Priestess? In the North?” It made no sense.

He nodded. “She says she has news and a gift.”

Unsettled, Dany slid on her gloves and then her coat before motioning for him to open the door. “We’ll fetch the King first, then meet with this priestess. Summon Ser Jorah as well. Have him escort her to the Hall.”

Grey Worm issued the orders to the other guard outside their quarters. The soldier went down the opposite hall to do her bidding as she followed Grey Worm to the yard. They found Jon sparring with Tormund. She settled in to enjoy watching him for a bit, she needed all the goodness she could find and he never disappointed her, and provided a lovely distraction. He was doing just that until she realized Tormund was swinging a real weapon at her husband again. At her sharp whistle the men stopped in stride and turned towards her, both straightening at the sight of her standing there with her arms folded over her chest and a not so pleased expression on her face.

As she approached, Jon ducked his head so her gaze settled on their Wildling friend. She cleared her throat. “Tormund, we’ve discussed this.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re not to swing a real weapon at my husband.”

She caught sight of Jon’s smirk before turning to Tormund who was holding up his axe and looking affronted. “It’s dull, Dragon Queen. I’d barely maim with this blade.”

Her husband chuckled but immediately went quiet at her glare. She turned her attention back to Tormund. “Be that as it may, do not do it again.”

He blew out a frustrated breath. “Ever since you got married, you’re no fun anymore.”

“Which one of us are you talkin’ to?” Jon asked.

“Exactly,” Tormund muttered before he stormed away.

Jon was laughing softly when he turned to face her but adopted a look of total innocence, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly opened, contesting her dark frown. “Is the Dragon Queen comin’ for me again?”

“You know better,” she answered, trying to maintain her angry facade and failing.

He smiled at her. The one only she ever saw. “Aye. I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

She rolled her eyes but smiled back anyway. “Don’t let it happen again.”

“I promise,” he murmured as he stepped closer and brushed a quick kiss to her temple. “You feelin’ alright?”

“Yes,” she easily dismissed, “but we have an issue.”

His responding groan was felt to the depths of her soul. “What’s happened now?”

“We have a visitor in the Hall.”

“Another one? People are supposed to be headin’ South, not North,” he grumbled. “Do we know who it is this time?”

“A Red Priestess.”

He stiffened at that, his expression growing grim just as she knew it would. “Melisandre?”

“I’m not certain. All I know is a Red Priestess asked for an audience with me, alone.”

“That's not fuckin’ happenin’,” he muttered as he sheathed his sword, quickly pulled his curls back from his face, and donned his new coat again, mantle and straps, as well.

Right before her eyes he transformed. From one man into another far fiercer. Fighting and laughing with Tormund he was simply a young man having a good time. Flirting with her, smiling bright as he had that morning, he was certainly a man in love. But now the King had slipped into place.

[aenarsnow]

I Close My Eyes

With ao3 down, here's what I had planned to post yesterday. I will transfer it over whenever ao3 is back up. Set in the same verse as Steal My Girl and You Stole My Heart – And I Don’t Want It Back. Big shout to @justwandering-neverlost who is an amazing human being who sent me the two Dany pictures, one being an edit she did and one she found. I'm a very lucky human to call her friend so I thought it was only fair to make her something nice. Thank you for being amazing, JW  🤗💜 

I close my eyes The moment I surrender to you Let love be blind Innocent and tenderly true So lead me through tonight But please turn out the light 'Cause I'm lost every time I look at you - Il Divo, 'Everytime I Look At You'

The sunlight shone through a split in the curtains, making him bury his face into the pillow, nose scrunching at the disturbance. He was distantly aware of Dany moving behind him, her lips pressing against the bare skin of his shoulder, just above the wing of the fallen angel that decorated his back. A quiet hum of contentment escaped his lips, his hand reaching out to touch hers where it lay draped over his waist. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, but he couldn't help cracking them open slightly to glance at the alarm clock on his bedside table.

Its digital numbers blinked back at him, displaying an unholy hour for a Sunday. He groaned quietly, turning his head back into the pillow. “Dany, it's seven in the morning,” he grumbled, his voice sleep-rough and barely more than a whisper. He could practically feel her smile against his skin, a soft chuckle making him shiver despite the warmth in the room.

"Sun's up, Snow," she said in a mockingly cheerful tone, her fingers tracing patterns over his bare skin. Her voice was far too awake for his liking, making him sigh and bury his face deeper into the pillow.

“Still too early, Targaryen. Even the birds are still asleep,” he grumbled, attempting to wriggle away from her touch, but she held on, a light tug bringing him closer to her. He gave up the fight, settling into the warmth of her body, delighting in the way her breasts felt against his back - even if they were clothed in a jersey she had stolen from him. 

"Shame for them," she murmured against his skin. “We’re already missing out on a beautiful sunrise.”

Jon let out a soft sigh. This was the usual banter between them, although it was usually the other way around; he preferred the early morning on while she was a lover of the dark night. It was one of the many opposites that seemed to draw them closer. But on Sundays, he slept in. On Sundays, he would be lazy and lay in bed until he had no choice but to get up. On Sundays, he could wrap himself around his girlfriend and forget about everything else. He’d never really understood how they could be so different yet so perfectly matched. He turned around, opening his eyes fully now to gaze at her, and his breath hitched at the sight.

She lay there, with her unruly silver hair spread around her on the pillow, and the soft morning light giving her skin an ethereal glow. A sight he'd never tire of. His hand reached up, pushing a stray lock away from her face.

“Guess I’d miss out on this sight if I kept my eyes closed,” he murmured, his thumb tracing her cheekbone. Her smile was radiant, eyes sparkling with unshed laughter and affection. “You're far more breathtaking than any sunrise, Dany.”

She blushed at that, a soft laugh escaping her as she swatted his shoulder playfully. "Flatterer," she accused, though her tone was far from annoyed.

"Only stating the facts," he responded with a grin, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips. The early morning seemed less daunting with her in his arms. He pulled her closer until they shared the same pillow, delighting in the way she allowed him to pull her closer and slip his leg between hers as they pressed against each other. It was moments like these that made him forget why he’d been so reluctant to wake up in the first place.

Little did he know that a small figure was standing in the doorway, thumb in mouth, clutching a worn-out stuffed blue dragon, sleepily watching the two figures on the bed.

Their precious, adored, and loved Aemon Snow.

The recently turned one-year-old remained unseen by his parents, a smile curled on his little lips as he watched them whisper and tease each other. His father may claim it was still early, but as far as his little mind was concerned, the day had already begun perfectly. Unable to wait any longer, he toddled forward, ready to interrupt their moment with demands for breakfast and his favourite cartoon. Dany was the first to spot him, lifting him onto the bed with them and laying him between them. Leaning down to tease him with kisses and tickle his belly in such a way that had his bright laughter filling their bedroom.  

Yes, the sunlight might have been too bright and the hour might have been too early for a Sunday morning, but as he held Dany close and listened to the happy laughter of their son, Jon wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else. It was these moments of pure love and contentment that made life worth living. That made every struggle, every tear, every scar worth it in the end. He had his world right there, in his arms and his bed, and he wouldn't trade it for anything else. As he succumbed to his son’s demands and his laughter echoed throughout their apartment, filling it with warmth and joy, he knew that every time he closed his eyes, this would be the moment his heart would seek as his sanctuary. 

[aenarsnow]

My Heart Found A Home

Summary: In the midst of an emotionally tense evening at a party with friends and family, Dany and Jon find their relationship teetering on a cross-roads of their relationship. An abruptly interrupted almost-kiss evolves into a night of unexpected intimacy and confessions, propelling them into a reality they’d never allowed themselves to dream of coming true.

Haven't been comfortable posting about fics here in a long time but decided: fuck it. Might as well make the most of it.

Read here: co-written with the amazing @burninghecate

[blackhawkschild-blog]

Additionally, I would like to add a special comment:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @burninghecate!!!!! 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

[blackhawkschild-blog]

Happy Father's Day to @aenarsnow! Our babies and I are very lucky and grateful to have you in our lives. Thank you for being all we need, and the love you give us 24/7. After the last two years and everything we've gone through, I'm so glad to call you mine 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

The fabulous, talented and amazing @the-last-targaryens/@justwandering-neverlost made these gorgeous moodboards on my behalf for you; thank you dear for making these perfect works of art that I had to hide from him for the last few days. They are the epitat of the smutty and the fluffy that Aenar always seem to perfect in the things he does in my life 💚💚💚💚💚

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[blackhawkschild-blog]

Happy birthday to the amazing, brilliant, funny, sassy, creative Queen that is @justwandering-neverlost 💚💚💚💚 I'm so grateful to call you my friend. You've been here during the good and the hard and you, my dear, deserve all the love and hugs and cuddles!! Love you so much and hope you're being spoilt!! 💚💚💚💚💚

[anistarrose]

I think Tumblr should simply gamify reporting spambots for its users and give a day of free crabs to whoever (correctly) reports the most

[entguarde]

whack-a-bot

[wild-west-wind]

For every ten verifiable bots reported, a random original post of yours will be blazed. You do not get to choose which.

[blackhawkschild-blog]

That really cute moment when you and your husband buy each other the same hoodie but in the appropriate sizes 💚🥰

Happy Christmas to you all whether it's a quiet one, traveling one, kiddy one or lonely one 💚💚💚💚

[titsay]

[blackhawkschild-blog]

Important message for anyone who just needs a hug.

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[blackhawkschild-blog]

@aenarsnow 💚💚💚

[blackhawkschild-blog]

To my wonderful, amazing, brilliant husband @aenarsnow 💚💚💚💚 Happy 27th birthday to the man who has been my rock, my centre, my peace and home. Being the fantastic father you are to our wonderful babies. My heart has melted a thousand times getting to witness every moment you love each of us. You do so much for us and never give yourself enough credit.

As the moodboard says, I only want this with you. Here's to many more years 💚💚💚💚💚

(Yes, yes I am including grey sweats. No, you do not get to complain. I'm the lucky lady to have you 😘😘😘😘 Even if I steal all your hoodie and shirts and clothes)

Thank you to @justwandering-neverlost for the reassurance for this small gift for my shy hubby 💚💚

[the-last-targaryens]

How I Imagine You

A birthday gift for @blackhawkschild-blog and @aenarsnow

Wishing you both the happiest of birthdays!!! It's short but hopefully sweet 💙💙

[the-last-targaryens]

My Heart Whispers for Snow

Chapter 5: My Heart's Beats, How They Tell

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“Wait, Jon!” Gendry called. He stepped around Arya and brought Jon a giant cup of steaming hot chocolate. “Drink it. All of it,” he told him, his smile cheeky.

Cautiously, as if Gen might dump it on him any second, Jon took it from him. “Thanks?”

“Always here to help my best bud out,” Gendry said, his eyebrows jumping.

“Have fun you two!” Arya cheered before shoving a still smiling Gendry back into the booth.

All the delays had he could stand, Jon quickly weaved himself and Dany through the crowds to the outskirts of the park, eyes desperately searching for a bench to have their talk on.

“What's with the extra-large, bud?” Dany asked halfway through his quest, her attempted straight face failing miserably.

Rolling his eyes he stopped to test his suspicions before he answered her. One small sip of his hot chocolate was all it took. He winced and gave a rough cough. “He spiked it. Heavily.”

Her laughter filled his chest with a warmth rum spiked cocoa never could. “I’m gonna have to buy them something extra special for Christmas for being such a help.”

He snorted. “I’m giving them lumps of coal for not minding their own business. They know I cry when I’m drunk.”

“Now who's the Grinch?”

“Me, I guess.” He grinned down at her despite himself, but resumed his search and took another bracing swallow of cocoa. “They’re so damn pushy they almost make me want to give up the inn, pack my bags, and move down South with you.”

“Oh no!” she exclaimed and he was suddenly sure he was having a heart attack, a splintering shock of panic exploding in his chest and even running down his arms. He forgot how to breathe. “There's no giving up on the inn,” she went on, unknowingly giving him his life back. “Not now.”

He sucked in a deep breath and then another to calm his flustered heart before settling on the nearest bench. It was good enough, well-lit but away from the crowds so they had privacy. He brushed the snow off and pulled her down onto it. “No more stalling, I have to know what you found,” he demanded, only to chuckle as she looked at him. She had a dollop of cream on the tip of her nose. With a swipe of his thumb, he wiped it away for her and rubbed it off on his jeans. She blushed prettily.

“I'm sorry for making you wait,” she apologized, “but I knew I’d never get my date if I spilled the beans too soon. You would've been too distracted.”

He sat his cocoa aside and braced his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together. His insides were jelly electrified. He wasn't sure if he was going to melt into the snow under their feet or explode into a shower of goo. Dany wouldn't be impressed with either so he did his best to hold himself together as he met her smiling eyes. “If you’ve really figured out how to save my inn, I’ll take you on any and every date you can dream up.”

She laughed quietly as if she liked the thought, but didn't quite believe him. She leaned closer, bumping her shoulder into his. “I’m going to hold you to that,” she threatened playfully.

“I hope you do,” he told her in all seriousness.

Her bottom lip went between her teeth and she looked away. But not before he caught sight of the happy squint of her eyes. She reached into her pocket and pulled out an envelope, holding it out to him, her expression more serious.

With a deep breath he slipped it from her fingers and had it open with another.