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Time to reblog this @jorahdaenerysevents tale written for Halloween!!!!! Thank you to @agatija-bloom for the new art!!!!!!
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), Little Red Riding Hood (Fairy Tale), La Belle et la Bête | Beauty and the Beast (Fairy Tale)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jorah Mormont/Daenerys Targaryen
Characters: Jorah Mormont, Daenerys Targaryen, Olenna Tyrell, Night King (Game of Thrones), Rhaegar and Drogon, Khal Drogo (mentioned), Lynesse Hightower (mentioned)
Additional Tags: Bear Island (A Song of Ice and Fire), Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Red Riding Hood Elements, Beauty and the Beast Elements, Song: The Bear and the Maiden Fair (A Song of Ice and Fire), Fairy Tale Curses, Fairies, enchanted forest, cottage in the woods, Fever!Jorah, Nurse!Daenerys, Animal Transformation, Old crone, Friendship, Dragons, Some angst, Some Humor, Lotsa Love, Passion, Desire, and a sprinkle of Erotica
Once upon a time, there lived in the deepest forest of Bear Island, a Lord, unjustly cursed who, try as he may, could refrain the beast within him no more. It stirred whenever a sword was put in his hand… or when, he was now discovering, other appetites struck, imperious! And yet, he loved the damsel he had rescued, the one he had followed in secret, making sure the path to her great-aunt’s house remain safe.
“What big arms you have!” she was whispering, sponging the dirt from him.
Oh! Princess, do not tempt me.
The nights are long on Bear Island, a blessing for the Lovers who slept intertwined. It was Jorah who closed his eyes last, looking after Daenerys, inside the fortress of his arms. “More?” she murmured sleepily, before slipping away, not seeing Jorah smile and nozzle her. “Yes, my precious. I’ll never stop,” he whispered, kissing her silky hair and holding her tight.
He woke again, sometime later, just long enough to marvel at the gift in his arms. Daenerys. He tried to swallow and failed. He felt a prickle in his eyes. And his side hurt, but not from the scar, simply from his heart, beating for her.
A bird was calling, and Jorah woke again, this time with a smile on his lips. He turned to Daenerys, in the blue light of dawn, still feeling her warmth upon his skin, but started: her side of the bed was empty!
