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[gotarcher94]

White Wolf and the Dragon Queen Final Update

And so, The White Wolf and Dragon Queen is complete. After several years, and numerous headaches, i have finally completed it.

Thank you to everyone who had read the story and I hope you enjoy the ending, and will join me for the next step of the story (check the afterword for that)

Here you go

[moon-ruled-rising]

begged and borrowed time | xiii

Chapter 13! The plot advances but also somehow... doesn't. Also, surprise Jon's POV! You're welcome.

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[mysticmyllee]

Mind the Gap - Chapter 3/3 - Unconventional

She was supposed to be the sensible one. The responsible adult. Jon was of age, and was technically the instigator, but…no amount of justification could obscure the fact that she had sex with her nephew.

Her nineteen-year-old nephew. Read on Ao3

[elizastormborn]

Renegade: Chapter Four

Chapter Four READ NOW

Preview

Twirling the titanium pen -- a peace offering from Cersi herself -- Jon glanced at the clock. 10:27pm it read. 

“How do you even do it?” he had finally asked one night. 

It wasn’t until Jon felt Dany shift in his arms that he allowed himself to look at her again. 

He could see the division in her eyes. 

He hated that she thought she had to lie to him. 

Capturing the hand that was mindlessly tracing patterns on his chest, unfurling her fingers, Jon pressed a delicate kiss to her open palm.

“Jon, I-”

“Tell me Dany?” he pleaded. “Tell me as the man you once wanted to marry. Tell me as the man in your life now. Tell me despite every reason not too.”

Turning his head away again, he found himself retracing the constellations in the popcorn ceiling of his their bedroom. 

“Please,” he finished. 

[vaelerys-targaryen]

Story: Dragons Destiny

It's been a year and a half, but 'Dragons Destiny' IS BACK!!!

BIG chapter here, lots ia going to happen.

Please enjoy, drop a review, etc etc.

[ronsweasley]

ONE WAY OR ANOTHER

chapter three: weirwood

Last Christmas AU

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Jon stands in front of her, his small smile soon fading, leaving his lips slightly parted in confusion as he stares at her quizzically, and all she feels is relief. Not fear, nor anxiety of messing up for the umpteenth time. Just pure, genuine relief, as if his presence is an invitation to finally relax. Judging by his expression she must have been speechless for quite a long time by now, but she can’t help it. Her heart is hammering in her chest, whether from surprise or something else she doesn’t know, and even without checking she knows her knuckles on the door must’ve turned white now from resisting the urge to jump into Jon’s arms. When she finally speaks, her voice is so quiet she can barely hear her own words. “It’s not Friday.” It’s all she can bloody say, right before mentally cursing at herself. Jon’s mouth turns into a smile, his brows arching in fake disillusion. “‘M not gonna lie, I was kind of expectin’ another reaction.”

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hi yall, i’m back xx

[roseblogsxo]

Jonerys AU - Supermodel couple 📸

[mskatesharma]

A Bit Longer

SPOILERS FOR 8x01. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

So this is just a little moment of that scene from 8x01. I’m still not over it. I started writing this when we got the stills from this episode a few months ago, but it’s been sitting unfinished. Anyhoo, I was inspired to finish it somewhat after that GLORIOUS scene with which we were gifted, so here we are. It can probably be summarised the scene from Jon’s POV? I have a second part of sorts also half written, but we shall see if I finish it before the episode on Sunday.

I just want to say a MASSIVE thank you to the wonderful @yocalio for graciously allowing me to use her gorgeous gifs to adorn this drabble. I really appreciate it, and I’m thankful you feed the fandom so well!❤️

Of all the things he imagined could happen today, riding a dragon was not amongst even the remotest of possibilities. The teasing look in Dany’s eyes as she had lazily goaded him, the biting of her lip at his graceful mounting of Rhaegal, as well as the flush currently adorning her face all served to remind him that impossible things could happen, especially when Daenerys Targaryen was involved.

He can still feel the adrenaline coursing through his blood, a vivid pumping throughout his body, his heart a loud drumbeat in his ears. The singe of lust had mixed with the excitement almost as soon as Rhaegal had taken flight, the thrill of their chase through the skies over his harshly stunning home only amplifying the feelings. All this despite the awkward placing of …. delicate appendages. It still feels as though his heart is up above him, yet to descend to where he currently stands, sharing a place of his childhood with Daenerys.

The sun is behind her, casting a glow around her that makes her seem otherworldly. Breath catching in his throat, his tongue feels clumsy. Her ethereal beauty is more pronounced, and it renders him immobile; the only thing he feels capable of doing in that moment is to stare at her, and try to commit the quiet joy etched on her face to his memory. The love he has for her emanates from the very depths of his being, and he can feel it piercing through the darkness he had considered an old friend; the very thought of her reminding him of the joy he might yet be allowed to find. The light catches on the snow, dancing off the snowflakes giving the illusion of a multitude of pale coloured shimmering gems; as though the crystals sparkle and come to life around her.

Despite the ease with which Daenerys could disappear into the sea of snow that surrounds them, she appears as a striking counterpoint. The veins of red on her coat provide a vivid contrast to the whiteness of the fur that adorns it, which in turn softens the hard angles of her coat. And although the finer points of ladies fashion evade him, and he is not sure he would be able to explain why, Jon finds that he appreciates the fine balance the coat strikes.

When he had first seen her in this coat, he felt overcome him with a possessive surge. It set off something deep within him, a primal instinct at seeing her in those colours; colours he felt connected to through Ghost and the Weirwoods, the dash of red also a reminder of her family name. As though she was marking herself as his, with his name of Snow marked by the white fur, while bidding the North to take notice of her; the strands of red reminding them of her name, and to underestimate her at their own peril.

An ache settles in his heart at the reminder of how long he has been separated from Ghost, a part of him left at Winterfell with the only family that remains to him. His hand flexes by his side, wishing that Ghost were here in this moment, if only so that he could sink his fingers into Ghost’s fur. He had seen a brief flash of his faithful companion when he had returned to Winterfell, before duty had pulled him away and a proper reunion had been forced to wait.

The falling snow is gentle in its descent, and he is transfixed by the quiet wideness of her eyes, as she takes in the waterfall in front of them, enamoured by what she sees, just as he is with her.

“We could stay a thousand years, no one would find us.”

Promises of eternity in a cave whisper through his mind, the pain a different girl kissed by fire grip his heart for a moment, before he swallows, before it passes, and he’s in front of Dany once more. “We’d be pretty old.”

The bemused curve of her mouth causes his lips to twitch, and he realises he will do anything to make Dany smile, to keep her smiling. The pull towards her is automatic; instinctive, and he has no desire to fight it.

“It’s cold up here for a Southern girl.”

“So keep your queen warm.”

And then he’s lost, lost in her, and he’s overcome yet again by the realisation he doesn’t wish to be found. The desire that had started to hum just beneath his skin the moment she challenged him to ride Rhaegal echos louder, before something pierces the moment and all too soon he’s pulling away, the awareness of a gaze too much to ignore. He glances over to the dragons, an expression greeting him that he decides not to decipher too hard. He blinks.

“Don’t be afraid.”

And she’s still smiling and then pulling him closer by the fur on his cloak, and he’s wrapping his arms around her again. And just before he can fall into her as he wishes to, the weight of a stare causes him to look over once again, gazing straight into the eyes of Drogon. He gulps. Daenerys opens her eyes and glances at what has him distracted.

She mutters something in High Valyrian, and Jon allows himself a small smile. He’s getting better at distinguishing between Dothraki and Valyrian. He lurches forward suddenly, before realising Dany is jerking him further toward the waterfall, shouting over her shoulder at her dragons. Whatever she says does the trick; they avert their gazes and Jon has to stop himself from stumbling into her when she stops walking. There is an infectious giddiness emanating from her, vibrating between them, and Jon finds himself thankful for it. Thankful that despite the cold welcome that greeted her, greeted their arrival in Winterfell, she can still find some joy in the place where she suffered such a tremendous loss.

He thinks he should say something, ask her what she’s thinking, if it is Viserion, but as he catches her eyes once more, and notes how bright they are taking in the landscape surrounding them, he can feel the instinct to lean closer taking him over, and he’s powerless to fight it.

He presses his mouth back to hers, this time losing himself completely in the kiss, a tangle he has no desire to untwist from. And then he’s falling and soaring once more, higher, higher, until he’s chasing his heart and he swears he can feel the clouds. Closer, closer, he wants to pull her so close it would be impossible to separate. His arms are round her waist, and she’s pulling on the front of his cloak, but still, it isn’t close enough. He takes the openings of his cloak and wraps it over her shoulders, the straps across his chest making it a little awkward, but then he can feel her grin against his lips at their makeshift cocoon. He pulls away slightly, still keeping her encased in his cloak, and his heart feels full at the utter delight he finds looking back at him.

“Will Rhaegal allow me to ride home?”

“If he doesn’t, we will just have to stay here forever.” There is an ebullience radiating from her, and Jon can feel it warming him in the very depths of his soul. Maybe this time I can keep a vow. He knows it is folly to promise anything with the threat they are facing, but he finds he want to do it anyway. He brings his face to hers, nuzzles her nose the same way he has done countless times now. “Let’s stay a bit longer.”

She must know the thought he has just had, and like he, has no care to voice it aloud. It only makes him pine harder for this moment to last forever. “Aye, a bit longer.”