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mother, daughter and hoe of gucci
From Sam’s own mouth, Instagram is all fake anyway. Yup 👍🏼 that’s the truth of it right there.
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it was strange for her, it was something new even though she hadn't been a child for a long time. Dany found this way of making love from her new husband strange, he was hungry of her but it wasn't the same hunger of her sun and stars or the forgotten Daario, no, Jon Snow cared about giving her pleasure, he was strangely altruistic , when he put his head between her legs, he caressed her or looked into her eyes gently as he moved inside her. For the first time Dany felt a new warmth inside like she no longer felt from the red door, she didn't worry about being enough for Jon...but only about hearing his heartbeat...in the night.
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all the ground beneath with tears and blood | chapter 16: devils or no devils or all devils at once
Chapters: 16/30 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Mature Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Summary: Her hometown always is and will always be this: a small corner of the world that will not ever change. All secrets are stories and all stories must be shared. She decides that whatever is happening is curious but does not concern her, because whatever is happening will be nothing worthwhile. After all, nothing bad ever happens in Starfall. • Dany Dayne does not believe in monsters. She does not believe in witches or hunters or immortal creatures of the night. But when the enigmatic members of the Stark family arrive in Starfall and bodies drained of blood begin to mysteriously appear in the woods, everything that Dany has known about the world and about herself begins to unravel. And to add to her troubles, the answer to everything may lie with the most mysterious and troubled member of the family, a man running away from the ghosts of his past and the chaos of his future… …Jon Snow.
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You'll Never Be Alone - Ch. 1
“What do you think of it?” she prompted.
“I think …”
He trailed off as he gazed at her.
She was hopeful. Her violet eyes were bright, as if the city outside wasn’t destroyed and in shambles.
He was careful with his words. He didn’t dare tell her about how Tyrion had just attempted to sway him into becoming a kinslayer. Her knowing would only make her all the more angry.
“I think … I think you’ve won the war. And now it’s time for us to go back to Dragonstone.” Jon told her as he squeezed their hands together.
She was confused and taken aback by his words.
She let go of his hand and shook her head, not understanding why he wished to leave what was left of the capital.
“Why would I leave? This is my seat. I was born to sit the Iron Throne.”
Her voice had changed. Her tone was no longer so content.
Her eyes changed, too. Her happiness was dissipating, and she was growing upset with him, growing defensive.
“All of the repairs will take time. We can’t stay here, it’s not safe for you.” he responded, hoping that she would hear the genuine concern in his voice.
He tried to reach for her, but she moved once more.
His fingers grasped at nothing but air.
Her face gave away what she was thinking.
No, no, it’s not that, sweetling. I don’t want the throne. I’m not a threat to you. You love me, I know that you do.
Quickly, so that she couldn’t pull away, he placed one hand on her cheek while his other arm went around her waist.
“It’s for the best if we leave King’s Landing. Let’s go back to Dragonstone. For Rhaegal. For me.” he begged as he became overcome with emotion.
She blinked and then she was touching her palm to his cheek. Her affection soothed him, but only for a moment before she spoke.
“This is our home now, Jon. We’re supposed to be here, this is our reason.”
He was losing her and a pit formed in his stomach.
He tightened his hold on her and he pressed his forehead against her own.
“Please, Dany.”
If she really did love him … if she truly did care for him, she would say-
“Alright. We’ll go back to Dragonstone.”
His entire body hummed in relief. His muscles relaxed and he pulled back just enough so that he could look into her eyes.
“I love you.” he whispered, because he did, of course he did, and he always would.
Her entire face lit up in the way it had used to before she had known the truth about who he was.
“And I love you.” Dany promised.
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The Dragon's Cloak Chapter 3
“My uncle said that he met you at the Wall when you were a girl,” Rhaegar said.
“Maester Aemon?” Lyanna asked. “I liked him. When I met him, I was obsessed with dragons. He shared many good tales with me about the mounts of your ancestors. He tells a good story. I read to him too. It’s sad that his eyesight is failing.”
“Yes, he told me he has to dictate his letters to me now. He remembers you though. He spoke highly of you to me.”
She blushed to think of Rhaegar writing to his uncle of her. “What did he say?” she asked. “I only met him once, and I was only a young girl then.”
“He said you were spirited,” Rhaegar said. “And unafraid. He said Benjen and Eddard were afraid of the Wall’s great heights, but that you and Brandon dared each other to throw stones over its edge into the Haunted Wood. He said you spoke longingly of exploring beyond the Wall.”
“It’s easy to be unafraid when you are young,” Lyanna said. “And still ignorant of the things you should fear.”
Rhaegar nodded. “You are still young, my lady,” he said. “And yet your words suggest a wisdom beyond your years. I would like to visit the Wall someday.”
“You would?” Lyanna asked, breathless. If he wanted to visit the Wall, then surely he would need to travel through Winterfell first? Perhaps she would see her home again. The thought filled her with joy.
“Someday,” Rhaegar nodded. “It will not be anytime soon. I suspect, I will need to be king first, as I do not think my father will let me travel so far. But when I am able, I plan to bring a great host north. You will be our guide of course.” He tipped his head at her, a gallant move. “Would that please you?”
“Oh yes.” Lyanna’s face blossomed into an unguarded smile, perhaps her first since she had entered King’s Landing. “I would love to return some day, even if it’s only for a visit.”
Rhaegar smiled back at her and she was encouraged by the warmth of his gaze, devoid of the shadows she was growing used to seeing, flickering across his face. “We’ll do it then,” he said. “We’ll make the journey north together.”
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The Dragon's Cloak
Lyanna Stark always knew she would marry into a southron family to build alliances for the north. But she never guessed the Targaryens would make a hasty proposal, all but demanding the Starks send their only daughter south to marry the Crown Prince Rhaegar. Lyanna travels to King’s Landing, unprepared for a court of scheming vipers and a mad king who delights at tormenting her at every turn. Most troubling of all, Lyanna struggles to understand her fiancé—a charismatic warrior, musician, and scholar, who is obsessed with northern lore and prophecy. The northern lass must become a savy southron princess in order to survive in the midst of a troubled family and a court on the brink of war.
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"You misunderstand me, my lord." A hush falls over the room at whatever thread of ice has woven its way through his voice. Murmurs break through the tension, though not enough to be heard. He ignores them. "I respect your opinion regarding the queen and Ser Jaime and I understand your grievances with both House Targaryen and House Lannister. I know what the wars have cost us. I know what the wars have cost you. But I will not risk the entirety of the North for things that have happened in the past and that are carried by ghosts who are no longer here." When the lord's face turns red and then white with rage, Jon continues, never raising his voice, "You all have named me king. It is not a responsibility I take lightly. You put your trust in me that I would lead the North, and I will do my damnedest to make sure you and yours survive the winter and the wars that are to come. But if you look to bring harm to either the queen or Ser Jaime while they are under my oath of protection, you will find an enemy in more than just Cersei and the Night King." "Is that a threat, Your Grace?" the other man spits, venom leeching the respect out of the title. Jon meets his gaze from across the room and lets the silence linger in the air, breathless, for several long moments. Others in the room shift nervously, eyes darting back and forth between the two men. "No," Jon says quietly. "A threat implies second chances. That was not a threat."
first draft snippet from chapter 13 of some nights the lighthouse, some nights the sea (transatlanticism), "whistle for the wind", in which Jon tries to keep Winterfell from falling apart at the seams with a little help from his cousins and Dany makes a decision that will have long-lasting repercussions for the conflicts in Westeros
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