#jonerya

[amorvincitomniamore]

Arya: Jon, can you light the torch? Jon Snow: You two are the only light I need in my life. Daenerys: So sweet. We can't see, though.

[tonyloom]

Crimson Peak + Jonerya

[thelustybraavosimaid]

The hovering dragons made her think of King Jon Stark and the revelation that stunned her to silence. He, a dragon himself, the son of her brother and the northern girl he carried off. Lyanna, she remembered. Lady Lyanna. The sister of one of the Usurper's dogs, a vicious part of her thought, but she had been quick to find the Starks were not as awful as Viserys told her they were. How could they be when her valiant, noble brother fell for one? When she herself could feel the familiar sense of want settling deep in her bones?

There was talk of the youngest Stark sister's resemblance to her.

Arya.

Was Lady Lyanna as skinny as her, as bold yet cunning? As graceful in breeches as well as in gowns? Her long face was the same as the king's, stoic and guarded, but Dany could see the fire churning in her storm-like gaze. The same danced in his.

Twinned fires that called to her own.

How her skin tingled when she could feel their stares on her. How easy it was to be lost in those mirrored smoke grey eyes of the so-called 'siblings.' Jon spoke in raw iron tones much like Rhaegar, but Arya's voice was like daggers underneath silk, sharp below the sweetness, with a jagged husk that warmed her.

You are your brother's sister in truth, Ser Jorah told her once, lifetimes ago, though this wasn't what he meant.

Yet it held oceans of fact all the same.

[aemontargaryen-bloodraven]

[nerajaana]

jonrya stans genuinely think jon is going to love arya when dany, who is the most beautiful woman in the world awaits for him? lmao you guys are delusional

Jon, dany and arya are literally fucking each other into oblivion as we speak wdym

Jonerya party 2022 babey❤️‍🔥

[hewantshisbrideback]

jonrya stans genuinely think jon is going to love arya when dany, who is the most beautiful woman in the world awaits for him? lmao you guys are delusional

I love Dany stans I kiss them on the mouth you cannot come between us ♡ literally jonerya party 2022

[ladyaryawolf]

Since we are not having the next two books any time soon, I will say it right now:

Dany is the Queen Regnant of the Seven kingdoms.

Arya is Queen Consort of the Seven Kingdoms.

Jon is King Consort of the Seven Kingdoms.

Tyrion is a Prince of the Seven Kingdoms.

Bran is the Lord of Winterfell.

Jaime and Brienne are married and are Lady and Lord Lannister raising their children together + Myrcella and Tommen.

Arianne is the Princess Ruler of Dorne.

Theon and Jeyne are happy and married.

Sansa is the Lady of the Eyrie. And I mean Sansa, not Alaine.

Don't like? Process me.

[lucyskywalker]

Daenerys always had two soulmarks. Neither of them was her sun and stars. This was a fact that always made her sad. How could Drogo, the love of her life, the one who gave her love and a child - dead in childbirth - not be her soulmate?

She wished for the Gods, the old and the new, to change the mark on her shoulder blade to a stallion running on a field of stars.

But it didn't change. Remained the same. Two wolves near one another, one grey as a storm sky and the other as white as snow, the female being with the head under the male's throat, both of them howling to the sky, where a red black dragon was with its open wings, as it was about wrap them into its warmth and protection.

Dany always knew she was the dragon, but she had no idea who could be the the wolves.

When she met Daario, she tought about the mark, but the charming men was one of the few people, cursed by the Gods to not have a soulmate.

Of course, Dany knew, that even tho soulmarks were sacred, most part of royalty and member of great houses, usually don't end up with the ones their souls belongs to. It didn't stop making her sad, because maybe, just maybe she would never live enough to meet them.

Where they live? Westeros? Essos? The Summer Slands? In wich part? This world is so big. How could I ever find them? When would I have time? I'm a queen. My people comes in first place.

When she heard the wolf howling at the distance, she could feel that a part of her was gone, angst filled her soul and members to the point wasn't easy to breath, she just didn't know why.

What happend?

~*~*~

Jon always manteined a secret close to his heart. Something, he didn't tell to anyone, neither Robb, much less to his father. The only one who knew was Arya, his little sister. His heart.

Usually, the soulmate's mark appear when someone turns ten and two. For a bastard to end up having such a sacred bond, Lady Catelyn would take it as blasphemy.

Of couse, Jon always believed would be someone else and not Arya, his little sister, his half-siter, the one who always makes him laugh. She was a child, much younger to be half of his soul. Maybe would be a Karstark? Distance cousins of the starks. Maybe a bastard serving and devoting his or her life to House Stark. There were innumerous possibilities. (He was curious about the dragon, but after knowing that could represent a Targaryen or a Blackfyre, Jon's wish to remain it secret became even more serious).

But everything changed when he saw Ghost, and then Nymeria, he knew, he just knew, it was her. It was Arya. The one who was as wilfull and wild as her wolf.

It was the only single thing, he kept secret from Arya. She would know someday, after seeing his mark, but Jon was selfish enough to want to tell her goodbye, and not having her last memory being with tears rolling down her cheeks, but of a bright smile on her face.

He couldn't protect her. He couldn't and must not have her. One day she would hate him. One day Arya would be disgusted to share the soulmark with her bastard brother. But one day wasn't the the present, and in the present he would welcome the happiness.

He was truly cursed, as all the bastards should be. He was dirty. Having a sister as a soulmate. Disgusting. He deserved the Wall and all the stones in his path.

It didn't change that he always belonged to her. All his heart and soul since Arya said "I love you, Jon" for the first time. At time, he didn't expect that would turn to be much stronger than it should be.

When he heard about Ned's death, Jon felt his heart stop. The soulmark was still there. Arya was still alive.

Alive. Alive. Alive. Breathing. Warm body. Her laugh still existed. He could still hear it.

The relieve barely existed, because after this all the scenarios was running down his head. Was she beaten up? Starving? Haressad? Lost a member? Prisioner? Raped?

He had nightmares about every single thing about what could be happening with her. The only scape was the worrying, terrifying scenario with the Others, and of course, the wildlings.

And then he met Ygritte. Someone with red eyes, but a fierce and stuborn spirit. Something that reminded him of a little girl with the eyes of a wolf and a passion for swords and flowers.

Was not a secret that there were plantiful cases where someone ends up with someone who isn't your soulmate.

There were rumours Lady Catelyn wasn't Eddard's soulmate. Rumours that Lady Catelyn and Lord Stark smashed down easily.

Maybe he could have loved her if he hasn't taken the black.

"Would you bed your sister?"

He didn't answer. Would he ever? When Arya be older enough, would he desire her as a man should desire a woman?

Arya is your soulmate. His heart whispered. Shut up. Commanded his mind.

He didn't answer Ygritte. He didn't know the answer.

Ygritte died. Jon didn't love her, no, but he cared about her. She was important, and her loss was a sad event.

"I'm sorry."

Life goes on. The War with the Others approaching in the horizon, the free folk. So just everything collapsed upside down with a tiny letter.

"I want my bride back" was written, creating a rage storm inside his soul.

I want my bride back, I want my bride back, I want my bride back.

Ramsay would pay with blood for the day he laied his hands on her naked skin.

"Your sister is not lost to you, Lord Snow."

What do you know of my heart, priestess? He wanted to ask. What do you know of my sister?

And then, he died. He betrayed the Night's Watch and he died. He died thinking about her. About the last memory he had with Arya. Stick them with the pointy end. He would never see her face again.

It was one of a lot of regrets.

~*~*~

Arya Stark was not romantic. She was too young, she just wanted to play with her friends in Winterfell, and be with her siblings. Happily ever after.

The first time she heard of soulmate, was her sister saying that hers would belong to a shining knight prince like the songs and they would marry and have beautiful babies together.

Arya said it was stupid. How could you love someone without knowing them? Sansa replied telling that Horseface probably wouldn't have a soulmate in first, and if it had, would be someone as ugly as her.

Arya cried that day, and vengefully put Sansa's new dress in the stables.

Her mother was so furious. Sansa started crying saying how unfair Arya was behaeving. Of course, Arya felt sad, and tried to apologize.

It didn't work. It never did.

Maybe Sansa was right. Maybe she wouldn't have one. It was not like Arya wanted one in first place. She told herself.

Of course, Arya felt surprise to know that Jon also had a soulmark after she told him what happend. "It is a secret", he said, "just between you and I. No one can know about it. Promise me?"

"Neither dad?"

"Neither dad."

"I promise by the old gods and the new." She repeated what her father always said be the most serious and ubreakable oath a man can do.

And then she asked to see. Was beautiful, located in his chest, right on the heart. Arya loved the wolves together, and the dragon, something like coming from the battle songs she liked to hear.

Then she remembered what it meant. Someday Jon would let her go for someone else. She would be truly lonely.

And she hated his mark that day. She didn't tell him that she disliked the soulmark. Was special, a gift from the gods, by what she heard. And Jon deserved happiness after all the cruel things she heard her mother saying about him and to him.

So just, selfshly, she asked him to never leave her, to take her with him when he finds out who it is. Jon laughed, and hugged her tightly, but didn't answer.

Arya Stark was seven at the time.

Lya Snow was a mermaid about to turn ten and two. One of a few who served and helped the Merling Queen in Braavos.

She would dance, and play the musical instruments, since she was not good at singing. Learning how to read a man, and his intentions. How to seduce and manipulate someone with a charming smile on her face and false promises of a good night. Of course, was just a training move. She wasn't attractive for men with her younger tiny body, but one day, when she gets older, those lessons would be truly important and one more weapon to use, just like she have seen The Merling Queen use it so many times.

Lya wasn't found of dresses, but the ones she had used, after finally being used to the silk, was refreshing and didn't restrained her body.

This is why she was dancing with the other mermaids near the moon pool. Giggleling while jumping and spinning gracefully. The day was coming to an end, the sky painted in different tones of yellow and orange when she heard the saillors talking about Westeros.

Something about the Black Bastard on the Wall. About treason and a lady being kidnapped.

Lya was about to get closer, to hear what happend, but then one of the mermaids held her hand.

"It is getting late, Lya. We should go before the Bravos start dancing."

Arya wanted to say no. She wanted to know about the wall. About Jon.

Lya just followed the other girl back.

She had a target to kill.

The next day, there were whispers about the body hanged in front of the sealord palace. The collar around the dead man's neck saying that it was a slaver trader.

Braavosi despise slavery.

Nobody cared.

Lya was taking a shower for the next day, when one of the girls take a deep surprised breath.

"R'hllor, Lya! Your soulmark is beautiful!"

Lya's world stoped. A girl shouldn't have soulmarks.

All the followers of Him of Many Faces should be devoted only to Him.

A girl couldn't have a soulmark.

Lya was half naked, running to the mirror in the bath room, and there was it.

Similar of one she had seen a long time ago, on the chest of a loved brother, but different.

A soulmark.

A girl have a soulmate.

Lya have a soulmate.

Arya Stark have a soulmate.

The girls were speaking excited around her, wanting to see closer. Arya just could look at her skin, near the belly bottom.

The white wolf's furr seemed to be flames, with little delicates details in blue, and there were wings on its back, barely open, close to the body. And its eyes... Its eyes were open while howling, the color of blood. Ruby red.

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