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Star Wars : A Phantom Dies (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/3sMx1Iy5UM This is a theorists and creative look at what MAY happen in Episode Nine. Yes I ship Reylo in this, and yes smut is involved :) Cover art is byhttps://www.tumblr.com/search/bloomsbury

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From White Harbour to Winterfell (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/78WZ6Bx5UM When the Queens company breaks their journey North together, and Jon and Dany try to keep their relationship a secret. THERE IS SMUT- YOU ARE WARNED- Cover art is byhttps://www.tumblr.com/search/bloomsbury

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A Dragon is not a Slave (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/6SPAYNv5UM FANFIC for season seven Game of Thrones. A closer look at what brought Dany and Jon closer to one another on Dragonstone and if you stick with me, what I think could happen in season 8! cover art is by https://www.tumblr.com/search/bloomsbury

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#reylo. #fanfiction #smut #tlj #thelastjedo #episode9 #re #keylren #bensolo #reylolove #fanfics

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Star Wars : A Phantom Dies - The Crypt (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UUXhRBuaFM This is a theorists and creative look at what MAY happen in Episode Nine. Yes I ship Reylo in this, and yes smut is involved :)

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Smut and stuff :)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen Characters: Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Boat Sex, Jon Snow is a Targaryen, Queen Daenerys Summary:

This is what you think it is...

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Chapters: 3/4 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen Characters: Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, Davos Seaworth, Tyrion Lannister, Missandei (ASoIaF) Summary:

Days after arriving on Dragonstone, Jon comes across Dany alone, but she is not exactly defenseless.

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Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen Characters: Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, Tyrion Lannister, Varys (ASoIaF), Missandei (ASoIaF), Jorah Mormont, Davos Seaworth Additional Tags: Falling In Love, Kings & Queens, The King in The North Summary:

Growing tension between the Dragon and the Wolf. Daenerys nearly gives in....

Jon Snow is destined to be Dany's equal, and finally declares that he is King. He just didn't realize that leaving her side would hurt so much.

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen Characters: Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, Tyrion Lannister, Davos Seaworth, Missandei (ASoIaF), Grey Worm, Jorah Mormont, Wyman Manderly, Wylla Manderly, Wynafryd Manderly, Jaqen H'ghar, Maester Theomore, Varys (ASoIaF) Additional Tags: Jonerys Week, Jon Snow is a Targaryen, Game of Thrones spoilers, Season/Series 08, Winterfell, The House of Black and White Summary:

When the Queens company breaks their journey in White Harbor, and Jon and Dany try to keep their relationship a secret.

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Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen Characters: Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, Tyrion Lannister, Varys (ASoIaF), Missandei (ASoIaF), Jorah Mormont, Davos Seaworth Additional Tags: Falling In Love, Kings & Queens, The King in The North Summary:

Growing tension between the Dragon and the Wolf. Daenerys nearly gives in....

Jon Snow is destined to be Dany's equal, and finally declares that he is King. He just didn't realize that leaving her side would hurt so much.

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This is racy for Day 3. Favourite physical contact. ;)

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Jonerys Appreciation week Third post, moving along. Things are getting steamier. This takes place just before during and after the scene where Jon declares himself a King and says he's going North. Coming up next- beeeeerrrrt seeeerx?

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JONERYS APPRECIATION WEEK: this is it everyone, the time has come in which we’re living the dream! We’re canon! *wearethechampions.mp3* And with so many good stuff, we gotta celebrate. So with that in mind, we’ll have a week dedicated to them and we hope a lot of you will join :)

The week will start september 24 and end september 30.

With the intention of reaching as many fanwork as possible the week has different prompts for each day so the person has the option of choosing what to do. It can be gifs, edits, fanfics and fanarts.

*This blog will reblog all the works and help in any possible way so send a message if you have any questions about anything, especially the prompts.

day 01: favorite episode // my king, my queen // fluff

day 02: favorite scene // the one that was promised // fairy tale au

day 03: favorite physical contact(s) // ice and fire // modern day au

day 04: favorite quote(s) // the long night // angst

day 05: favorite location(s) or outfit(s) // a dream of spring // smut

day 06: favorite parallels // fire and blood // soulmates or genderswap au

day 07: free choice

The tag for the week is #jonerysweek (plese use this tag in the first 5 tags)

Please reblog this post to promote this week, because the more people participating, the better! Let’s enjoy and participate!

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Jonerys Appreciation Week- Day 2. 

I lost track of the guidelines, however here is a bit I wrote that explores some of the earlier feelings of Jon for Daenerys. This is pre-Dragon-glass cave intimacy when they are still enemies. Though she is alone, he sees she is capable of protecting herself.

Coming up Next-  Jon finally calls himself a King.

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Not the Only Targaryan

Jonerys Appreciation Week.

Day 1: Favorite episode 7 x 3. Word count 2883. Rated for late teen.

Content: How did Dany and Jon go from “open rebellion” to “we sail together”? I started with the tension when they first met. I didn’t touch the throne room scene, which remains my absolute favorite,  but I wrote a little patch that takes place when Dany allows Jon to mine the Dragonglass, and how she might feel about a rival at this point.

Coming next- Jon runs into the Queen and finds her armed.

    Dany had arrived in glory, but lately she hadn’t felt entirely like a queen. The moves she’d made lately had taken more of her nerve, more sleep from her nights, and more time from her dragons. She never considered her first military loss would actually hurt, like a sturdy punch to the stomach. And she was cold. Somewhere along the way, she’d grown used to the soft, warm winds of the East.

     From where she stood watching her children play in low drafts over the bay, the Seven Kingdoms were so close she could smell them. How easy it would be to fly straight to Kingslanding, rouse my people, show them Drogon...and then visit the Queen face to face. Never had the thought been more persuasive, like a lover pulling insistently at her hips. But you’re not the queen of ashes...

    A sharp wind struck her then, and she shivered. The long night is begun.

    Her mind wandered back to the meeting earlier today, with the other contender in the game, the so called King in the North. Perhaps she’d grown attached to the notion that her power would seduce or overthrow any and all men she met in Westeros. It usually did. But this Jon Snow rebel seemed recklessly undaunted by the threats all around him, and equally determined not to pledge for her. Even when she tried to seduce him with her words, and perhaps her eyes, albeit subtly. He was young, and usually the young ones fell hard for her within the first moments. Maybe all Northerners were as stubborn, she considered. Maybe I will go there last.

    Tyrion always told her there was more to foreign strangers and Northern fools than people knew. But the king in the north was hardly more than a boy, and even he wouldn’t trust her. Her hand seemed to think he was an ally, but she wouldn’t be surprised if Jon Snow had found his way off this rock already. He and his onion knight. The envy of that freedom awoke a fury in her. That, and she could picture a table of northern men laughing at the yarn their “king” threw at the Madking’s daughter. The peals of laughter about Night Kings and Dragonglass, and herself a gullible child, a joke. And yet, Tyrion urged her, trusted the boy, and was willing to ask her to help him.

    Perhaps the emphasis of what lie ahead drove her to look behind. At what ifs... Raegal swooped  over her head, and screeched. He’d grown so much she wasn’t sure he’d ever stop. He could easily have his own rider. If Drogo was here... Her heart longed, and strained, as it had so many times before. Had he crossed the sea with her, Drogo would have demanded battle by now. Together, they would have rode-

    “Amazing thing to see.”

    She broke from her thoughts at the words, and knew by the accent who it was behind her, approaching.

    “I named them for my brothers, Vyseris and Raegar. They’re both gone now.” She watched her precious ones race each other into the sky over the island, and then turned around to face the man properly. “You lost two brothers as well.”

    He nodded and grew distant.

    She could tell their deaths meant more to him than her brothers had to her, but there were other things to address. “People thought dragons were gone forever, but here they are,” she allowed. “Perhaps we should all be examining what we think we know.”

    The rebel came closer, to take in the full view of the bay and without looking at her, he said, “You’ve been talking to Tyrion.

    She sighed and leaned on the wall. That feels like an accusation. “He is my hand.”

    Jon Snow scowled. “He enjoys talking.”

    “We all enjoy what we’re good at,” Dany said impatiently.

    After a pause, he said, “I don’t.”

    Danaerys couldn’t stop herself from reading his face, which was still turned diligently away from her. Killing. she decided at once, like the brother I never met. He doesn’t enjoy killing but he’s good at it. His face was grave, almost too much so for a man so young, and it was alluring at the same time, even with the scars. Or maybe because of them. He certainly looked like he had the gravitas of a King, but she could not be made a fool of. There was too much at stake. At the very least Jon Snow must be made to realize that she would win this war.

    “You know I not going to let Cersei stay on the Iron throne.” she told him and at last he turned and faced her.

    “I never expected that you would.”

    “And I haven’t changed my mind about which Kingdoms belong to that throne.” she shot back at once.

    He inclined his head in a rather challenging way. “I haven’t either.”

    For a moment the only sounds were waves crashing and seagulls crying. After staring hard at him she turned away angrily,  and heard him breath loudly in and out, as though exasperated.  She’d never felt more like a young girl again. As though they were two children demanding a bigger portion of pie. But she somehow found herself tempted to trust him. So, despite the doubt she found herself saying, “I will allow you to mine the Dragonglass and to forge weapons from it.” His face was shocked. “Any men or resources you need I will provide for you.”

   “Thank you.” he said, and seemed to be taking her in anew. Shock changed to something softer, something she suddenly had trouble looking at. Hope, eagerness even, and something like admiration all flashed through his face briefly, but long enough for her to catch. Slowly, she turned to face the sea again.

    “So you believe me then, about the Night King and the Army of the Dead.” he said so close she could feel his breath against her cheek.

    Without having to look at his earnest face again she answered, “You’d better get to work, Jon Snow.”

    He delayed only seconds longer and then strode away so fast that she turned and watched him go. Every man, every single man she’d come in contact with wanted her. They bowed and scraped, or they stared and craved. They wanted either her power or her body, and they usually had neither. They would pledge men, arms, gold, gifts...Why not him? All she ask was he pledge to her. She’d even given him the chance to do it, warmly offering the position of steward. Here he could have bowed without losing much, but he didn’t do it. Wouldn’t do it. And he so seldom looked at her, she was wondering if she’d lost her charm somewhere along the long way here. She turned back to the sea in frustration.

    “Nothing is the way I thought it would be.” she complained to Missandei later, as she was preparing for dinner. Despite how skillfully the scribe was fixing her hair for the evening, Dany wore a forlorn expression. She’d dressed with more care than usual, choosing something that may have caused her to look more pretty than powerful. She’d even smoothed a balm of crushed red minerals on her lips but was still troubled by her tired reflection.

    “Your Grace?” Missandei puzzled.

    “I feel as though I have waited a hundred years, and suffered a hundred fold  to gain my peoples trust, and now I come here, and find I have to do it all over again.”

    “You’ve more than one kingdom, Your Grace.” the girl reminded her, “And an entire land that loves you, and owes you it’s future. They love you because you waited and suffered. Perhaps, trust is best gained with pain.”

    Daenerys smiled, “Always something wise.” But it didn’t change her low spirit.

    Missandei smiled back, slightly pink of cheek. After a moment she asked, “Does Your Grace expect the King in the North to come to the dining hall for evening meal?”

    Dany sighed. “No. Not really.” He’d kept to his rooms the night he arrived, and with the friction of their first meeting she expected he would try to avoid her all her could.

    “He is quite young to be a king,” her little scribe braided deftly, “This one thinks he is around Your Graces age.”

    The queen nodded, thoughtfully. She had noticed that the very first time she saw him. Too bad all he can talk about is ghosts in the North.

    “He is very handsome too, in this ones opinion.”

    Dany frowned. “So what?” Missandei shrugged gently and began to wind the long plaints craftily up on Danys head. “You are playing matchmaker, I see. But maybe I am through with matches. Hizdar tried to have me killed, Daario will love a thousand before he dies, and Drogo- Well, losing him was the worst pain I’ve ever known. Why would I want to place myself in that position again? Open my heart to betrayal, or worse...”

    “This one thinks it is not always a matter of want,” her scribe had moved to smoothing a flowery oil into the skin of Danys arms. “Sometimes one has no control over it. Ones heart opens anyway.”

    Daenerys warmed to her little scribe again, thinking of course of her budding feelings for Greyworm “The best ones happen that way.”

    She felt almost foolish in the stone halls, flanked by her khalasar. They wouldn’t leave her be, since the Northern King arrived, insisting on following her everywhere. Missandei kept eyeing them, when they grew too loud or brutish, but it wasn’t until she was in the presence of a man that they truly became overbearing. Like proper brothers, she felt. Each one had sworn himself to her uniquely, and each had a strength that made her protective circle complete, and utterly impenetrable. No one would be sneaking to her chambers like Daario had, anymore. Unless I want them to.

    Tyrion fell in by her side, close to the dining hall and Dany quickly said, “I’ve followed your advice.”

    “Words I will never tire of hearing.”

    “I’ve told Jon Snow he may play with dragonglass all he wants. But do you think he will have a conversation about living armies eventually?”

    Tyrion smiled, “We can only hope. He’s had his own victories in battle, he could be very helpful.”

    The dining hall hosted a longer table than she’d had before. Supper smells were hearty and all around, and Ser Davos was present and of such good spirits, his laughter could be heard before she’d even entered. It was as merry a room as she could walk into, under the circumstances. And seated in a place of honor, though not looking comfortable with it, was Jon Snow himself.

    As she was about to join the young man at the table she lowered her voice to say, “Helpful or not, if the man is mad-”

    “We don’t know that, yet.”

    Daenerys shot him a look and they sat at the center of the table, side by side. Missandei stood just behind her, as the little scribe preferred, and Varys sat at her left, with the King in the North a little further from there. At the first course served, a singer with several players sang them songs from Westeros, and Ser Davos had many entertaining stories at hand. Soon Dany felt more comfortable with the Northern guests and leaned over Varys to catch the Kings attention.

    “Is this the farthest South you’ve come, my lord?”

    “Aye,” his eyes smiled, “Your grace.”

    “And what do you think of it, seeing new lands I mean.”

     “Seeing new lands?” Jon Snow seemed rather set off by what she had said. “I suppose I thought it would be harder to breath, but so far it hasn’t.”

    Dany did her best not to twitch her nose in annoyance. Was he purposefully being dull? She tried again, mostly because she could feel Tyrion prompting her, though she wasn’t looking at him. “I’ve heard rumors you’ve raised a direwolf. I could hardly believe them, but many insisted it was true. Even Tyrion said he rambles about following your every step.”

    Jon Snow stared, as if begging her to arrive at the point.

    “And yet he is not with you.” she finished.

    “No.” Jons answer was clipped.

    She sat back at once, and eyed Tyrion hard. This man is as gracious as a stable hand. “I wasn’t sure he’d be safe,” he answered at last, “ if the rumors I’d heard about the dragon-queen were true.”

    Daenerys turned back to him at once, and her eyes narrowed on his face. “Dragon-queen.”

    His head shook once, “Not my words, theirs.”

    “Have we not had our share of labels placed on us both?” she pushed him a little. Are you not a bastard?

    “I’ve found labels to be helpful, when you’re deciding who to trust.”

    Admittedly a little bothered by his quiet but quick tongue Dany decidedly changed her approach. She raised her brows slightly, and allowed the smallest hint of a smile. “Do you fear me, Jon Snow?”

    “With three full grown dragons at your call, Your Grace, I’d be foolish not to.”

    “Many have told me I am little more than a child.”

    Jon Snow now held her gaze steadily, “Then they were very wrong.”

    “Do the Northern people even have cause to hate me?” she cried.

    “It isn’t you they hate, it’s your last name.”

    She huffed once, “You a very bold, to throw a name back in my face.”

    “Targaryans are so bound to their duty, they can’t see anything else.” Jon Snow downed what was left in his cup.

    Dany stared forward, angrily.  “As the only Targaryan you’ve met I can decidedly disagree with that.”

    “You aren’t the only Targaryan I’ve met.”

    A moment stretched out, where the lilting strings of the players was the only sound. Everyone at the table had ceased their conversations and were watching the two of them closely. Daenerys wanted to look aloof, but in truth she was astounded. Her head turned quizzically, and all at once her anger with the northern king was shifted to the side. “Who? Please, tell me who you met?”

    Jon Snow dipped his head and finally looked a little softer., “He was maester at the wall, Your Grace.”

    “Aemon.” Tyrion said suddenly, his eyes wide.

    Jon nodded.

    “I’m a fool.” the dwarf said.

    “I felt the same.” Jon smiled, and to her he explained, “He was Your Graces uncle, a sworn brother of the Nights Watch.”

    “Was?” she was flooded with dismay.

    “He died, I don’t even know how old he was. Older then the wall it felt like.” Jon was saying, but Dany felt like a sudden well spring of hope had just been shot through with an arrow. “He read everything there was about you, to anyone who would listen. He would say he wished he were young again, so that he could find you, and that a Targaryan alone in the world was a terrible thing.” She glanced up at Jon sadly. “When your family died, Maester Aemon stayed at the wall. He put duty above his family, as we are all taught to, but I truly believe that he regretted it, every day.”

   Dany felt her her discontent return. “I’ve no family left to put duty above, my lord.” she rose without warning. “Your father’s best friend saw to that.” Everyone was scrambling to their feet and she said, “Don’t rise, but do excuse me, I am tired.”

   She left the room then,  her pace so quickened Missandei had to run to keep up with her. No part of her wanted to see the king in the north again, with his deep eyes, and lofty opinions. She’d been fine so far, a queen in her one right, she didn’t need a pretender to coach her.

    “Your Grace,” Tyrions voice slowed her slightly, “He may not be the softest of speakers.”

     “Does he wish for me to imprison him?” she could hardly keep from shouting. “Or does he intend to advise me, because I am just a queen.”

    “Now now, he never said anything like that.” Daenerys glowered. “You don’t have to speak to each other. But keep working together.” Tyrion urged, “At least do that. Truly, you could use any ally you can get.”

   Dany threw Tyrion a dry look, and walked the rest of the way in a steady but determined pace. The king in north will never have to speak to me again if he so chooses, she decided, and in turn, I will stay as far from him and his opinions as I can. But even with him sleeping somewhere far from her own chambers, Dragonstone was beginning to feel rather small.