Jon and Daenerys AU.
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@jonstaxrk
Jon and Daenerys AU.
{ well, it has been a long time, hasn’t it?
hello, for those of you who don’t know, i play an alternative universe jon snow as jon stark, a legitimized son of eddard ‘ned’ stark, from asoiaf/game of thrones. i haven’t been active on this blog for almost half a year, but i thought i’d give it another go. for some of you who are interested, feel free to pop into my inbox or like this post and i’ll pop into yours.
until then, have some of jon’s gorgeous face. }
(ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ desperate ‘pls stay’ sex (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ angry make up sex (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ public sex & tryin’ to keep quiet (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ car pulled off to the side of the road sex (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ wake up in the middle of the night sex (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ all of these things
✧・゚:*(▰˘◡˘▰)*:・゚✧ lazy morning before breakfast sex. ✧・゚:*(▰˘◡˘▰)*:・゚✧ we started out spooning to nap sex. ✧・゚:*(▰˘◡˘▰)*:・゚✧ it’s 3 am & I woke up from a sex dream about you sex ✧・゚:*(▰˘◡˘▰)*:・゚✧ more of these things.
Muse: *points at other muse* I want it.
Mun: No we gotta ask the other mun nicely if they maybe wanna ship with us.
Muse: BUT I WANT IT
Muse: NOW
Muse: I WILL NOT BE IGNORED
It had been a warm, typically Roman afternoon when the boy from the North had stumbled into her life. She hadn’t put much thought into his presence at first, merely assumed he was here for the same reasons many others were, including herself: a proper education.
It was the whispers that made her take an interest, truly. The other men gossiped about the Northerner’s accent when they thought he wasn’t listening, jested about how he was stupid and slow to catch on to the script and mannerisms of Rome. It lit a fire in her heart, made her slim fingers curl into fists. It wasn’t difficult to see how hard the young man tried, how he frowned and fretted over his books like any other studious person – the fact that others seemed to take pleasure in the fact that he had to try at all was infuriating.
It was one day, after Cassia had helped a younger boy with his calligraphy, that her gaze crossed his again. He was alone again, standing beside some bookshelf, looking as forlorn as she herself had been only a year ago. Sympathy welled up inside her and before she knew it, she was standing in front of him, head bowed in respect. Foreigner or not, she knew who he was, had heard those whispers too. A Stark prince – her own status was bleak in comparison to his.
“Lord Stark,” Cassia said, glancing up briefly. His eyes were dark, so dark, and yet different from the brown she had encountered so many times in Rome. “We have not yet been acquainted, and yet I see you know my name.” She curtsied according to Northern customs, caring not for the eyes pricking into her back. “It’s an honour to have you studying among us, truly.”
“Please.” His voice was hoarse, his throat suddenly dry. He could already see a pair of their peers looking and whispering, giggling as if their hands woulds shield their thinly concealed amusement at this turn of events. They can’t laugh at me until they’re blue in the face, Jon thought quite suddenly and fiercely. But how dare they laugh at a lady’s politeness? “You don’t have to bow.” A thought suddenly came to him that made him smile without humour. “A lady needn’t bow to a barbarian in his sewn breeches.”
He glanced up for just a moment, over her shoulder, and was thankful to see their peers had gone, chittering as they went. His dark eyes, so grey they were almost black, not the brown she suspected, came back to her and for a moment, up close and in detail, he could admire. There were whisperes he’d heard of her capturing the attention of quite a few elidgle men - as well as even a senator. He could see why. She was young and of perfect marrying age for a young woman. Still a maiden, but blossoming into a woman, with a slim figure dressed beautifully in softly colour silks and decorated on her silks and her wrists, around her swan neck and even in her dark brown curls, with thin shimmering metals and precious gems and pearls. Her skin was pale despite the Roman sun, proving shade to her was not a priveledge but an expectation, unlike his own skin which was pale from lack of sun exposure in his lands. Her features were soft and gentle and decliate, as if carved from marble made flesh, in her almond shapped eyes and her plump lips in that desireable shape. Cupid’s bow, he remembered suddenly. They called it the Cupid’s bow.
With a sudden start, he realized he was staring and she was looking back at him. His eyes widened a fraction in embarassment and he swallowed, hoping to moisten his throat. His accent made his Latin hard enough to understand without additional factors. “The honour is mine to have been given this oppotunity, I assure you, Lady Cassia. “
honestly what does the indie community have against females like
why
why are you people banning females. why are you people actively avoiding female characters. why do you all want dick on dick action. why. look at the female characters lOOK HOW SPECTACULAR THEY ARE. MORE OFTEN THAN NOT THEY ARE JUST AS DEVELOPED AND JUST AS INTERESTING AS ANY GIVEN MALE CHARACTER. IF NOT MORE SO. BUT YOU PEOPLE JUST ACTIVELY AVOID THEM.
WHY.
Settling comfortable against his chest, Rhaenys allowed herself to close her eyes for a moment, enjoying his presence. She truly had missed him – more than she cared to admit, more than her true brother & father even, though she would never dare say such thing. Leaning away slightly she grinned at him, running one hand through the thick black curls and along his cheek where dark hair covered the skin underneath it now.
“ That is good to hear. Still… was your journey interesting? “
Squeezing his hand in hers, inclining her head she almost hoped he would say no – it would make all these moons without them atleast a little bit more forgivable.
“It was.” He admitted, unknowing it might hurt her feelings. He took her hand and led her to her balcony, covered and canopied with flowering vines and overlooking the waters were shipps sailed to and from the ports of Kings Landing. “The Reach and the Riverlands were as expected, lush and greenand quite wet at times. I saw the Trident where father fought Robert Baratheon.” He spoke as he usually did, but something lit up in his eyes just then and he gave this far off smile as he regarded the sea but did not see it. His mind’s eye was clearly elsewhere... still picturing those miles and miles of vast lands they called The North.
“It was... It is beautiful there, Rhaenys.” He said breathlesly, his dark violet eyes glowing with almost pride. “I cannot explain it. It’s not beautiful like the tales of old Valyria of the world across the Narrow Sea. It’s not lush and green like the Reach, or filled with tourneys and pleasure boats. It’s simply... vast. Miles and miles of land, covered in snow, like a white, cold blanket that makes the world there seem so cold and pure at the same time. They have feasts but the dances and songs are different, so rowdy and raucous. The people are tough and fierce and loyal. They presented us this cold, hard face but... eventually... there was this warmth that felt so... true. Like one of their roaring hearths on a cold night.”
Suddenly he grinned and turned to look at her, shaking his head as he leaned against the stone balcony. “Listen to me, sounding like a bloody poet.” He looked at her then. “I’d like to take you there one day, Rhae. Some nights I dreamed you were there, or imagined you there. In cloaks of red with black ermite fur around your hood. We had snowball fights and drank hot wine and I showed you the Godwood and the wierwood tree. You put it’s red leaves in your hair, braided like a crown in a Northern style.”
shippy au where one doesn’t know how to kiss & the other teaches them step by step & it turns into this hot makeout session & ‘wow i did not know you could do that’
“ Did I ever even cross your mind? “ { v; blackfyre }
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It had been moons since she last saw them, her father and both herbrothers ridden out to travel far North to Jon’s mother’s home, with the princess being left behind. Of course her father had not meant itas an insult but she was still only a girl, no boy, no heir. Although I amthe first born. In Dorne I would rule. Still now that all three of them were back, happy and unharmed shecould not even remember the reason for her anger and disappointment,chuckling at Jon’s teasing words before wrapping her slender armsaround his neck, pressing herself to him tightly.
“ Of course. You know I always miss you when you’re gone. “
Jon held his half-sister, giving her a tight squeeze before letting her go. He smiled at her in a way that only she got to see most times, flashing his teeth and making his eyes crinkle at the corners. "Is it awful for me to admit that makes me glad?" He asked, his eyes twinkling with mischievous. They were such a dark purple they were almost black.
"I missed you too, sweet sister of mine." He kissed the top of her head, his freshly grown beard scratching the skin of her forehead. He'd come to her chambers to see her again. Aegon had disappeared elsewhere.
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the northerners will n e v e r forget
Tell me that none of this troubles you, Jon… and I’ll name you a liar, and know I have the truth of it.
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SEND ♚ AND I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER TO DETERMINE WHERE MY MUSE WILL KISS YOURS.
18. Lips
{ ♚ } Margaery trailed the edge of his jaw with her fingertips, beard scratching them in return. She smiled at him, keeping his attention away from the movie they are watching. She moved closer to his face, lips brushing against his chin, before getting closer to his lips. Her fingers thread into his hair, her lips kissing him slowly first and feverish a moment later.
"You're distracting me." Jon said in his teasing tone as her fingertips moved across his jawline. Despite his words, he was smiling at her, more then happy to be distracted. "You wanted me to see this film." He teased again, his smirk breaking into a grin, baring his teeth and making his eyes crinkle in the corners. He kissed her back, enjoying her fingers in his hair, his own hands holding her waist. When she suddenly kissed him with fever, he returned her passion in full. Beard scratch, breathing heavily, hands squeezing and pulling her close so their upper bodies meshed together. His tongue ran along her lower lip, then he caught it gently between his teeth and held for a moment as he gently pulled away. His eyes, previously playful, were now glowing hot embers of desire. "You're ruining my viewing experience." He said, teasing tone gone low and gravelly as it did when he got into this particular mood.
“Calm yourself, all is forgiven.” Not once had he been treated poorly, despite his lineage, yet still Jon seemed to be all nerves around the Lady Nym. Perhaps the stories of her had reached him, whatever the case she did not dwell on it for too long.
Jon had indeed heard of the infamous Sand Snakes, however he had yet to meet one in person. As the ward of the Martells, the Northerner was struggling to adapt to the conditions of Westeros' most southern kingdom. He'd taken to wearing only breeches and a shirt, having abandoned his jerkin, but even then he still managed to sweat. The Dornish liked to joke he was made of ice and he was melting - Jon might've laughed if it weren't so unbearable. He was thankful to have been brought to the Water Gardens with Doran.
"Can I ask... why you were waiting for me?" He asked, looking at her with curiosity. He'd been taking a walk around the gardens when he'd found her. Or she'd found him... "Have we been introduced?"
{ thinking of doing a Blackfyre verse, where Jon is Jon Blackfyre, known bastard of Rhaegar Targaryen, maybe where Robert's Rebellion either failed or didn't happen or King Aerys wasn't mad and Jon would be treated much like he is as a Snow, just with more opportunity being the acknowledged bastard of a crown prince turned king. Oh, the possibilities~ }
{ all art on my og should be credited the lovely lady-cassiia, every. Single. Icon all the stuff. I can only claim text is mine. :) }
{ super jelly. }