An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen
Characters: Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Bran Stark, Arya Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Missandei (ASoIaF), Grey Worm, Drogon (ASoIaF)
Additional Tags: post 8x03, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Love, Incest, dragon protecting their mama, Sad Dany, mourning dany, dead viscerion, talk of an heir, Jon's POV, Thank God We're Alive Sex
Summary:
Jon finds Dany after the battle and they bring one another comfort.
As the reality of the battle being over--truly over--sank in, Jaime’s gaze found Brienne’s again. She was alive, whole...battered yes, so was he, but human too. They stared at each other in stunned silence, both still trying to catch their breaths. Beside Jaime, Pod stirred and began making his way to his lady.
“M’lady--Ser,” he said, correcting himself, and then words failed him. Brienne managed a smile for her squire; it started small, but as the euphoria of survival set in, it grew and grew until for Jaime, it lit the whole world. Later he’d realize that dawn was breaking at that exact moment, but he didn’t care. Brienne, smiling and alive, was what he had fought for, even if he had refused to admit it to himself until it was all over.
She looked up and caught his eye again. “I should--Lady Sansa will need...”
“I understand,” he said when she trailed off. “And I should find Tyrion.”
She nodded, but for a long time she remained frozen in place, just gazing at him. He indulged her; he wanted to look at her too, to fill his heart with the knowledge that she was safe. The moment stretched, then she turned at last to head into the castle and seek out Lady Sansa.
Something broke in Jaime that moment, and the flood he’d dammed up inside of himself burst forth. He lunged across the space that separated them and grasped her arm. When she turned back to him, he crushed her against his chest.
"I’m never going to watch you ride away from me again,” he said. “I don’t care who we serve, or where, or why--but I’m going to be beside you.”
She pulled back just far enough to look in his eyes. “Jaime?”
He pulled her mouth down to his and kissed her, poured all of his heart, his gratitude, his boundless joy that she was still here, warm in his arms, into that kiss.
They were still kissing when Tyrion and Sansa found them.
A crapy post 8x03 GOT Fanfic cuz I'm far too picky
SO this is a crappy little post 8x03 blurb because, Although I am a hardcore Jonerys shipper, I love Jorah with all my heart. (his death still has me sobbing) He was the most important person in Dany’s life and his death deserves recognition. So far every post 8x03 Fanfic. I've read ends with Jon and Dany having sex and I just feel like not only is that like just wrong. It's also very out of character for them.
(I will try my best but please be gentle this is my first fanfic. and I wanna try to make it as realistic as possible.)
Jon found Drogon first. After all, he was hard to miss. A great black mountain, lying in the field surrounded by the dead. Right next to him, Rhaegal was also curled up.
Jons' heart stopped when Bran had told him to find Daenerys. He immediately released Arya from the hug he was giving her. Excusing himself as he ran out of the godswood. He looked around for Ser Jorah and Greyworm, fearing that Danerys was in danger. He knew they would be needed. Only finding Grey worm he quickly asked him to join him in the search for their queen. On the way, he saw Tormund and asked him to join them as well.
After reaching Drogon and Rhaegal Jons fear grew, It was almost as if the dragons were mourning. Oh please, gods No!
He quickly ran, leaving Grey worm and Tormund far behind. Finally reaching the dragons, he heard their soft cries. Jon sprinted around Drogons large-scaled body.
When he saw her, alive he sighed in relief, until his eyes fell and he realized she was silently sobbing over the very still body of Ser Jorah Mormont.
Dread closed his throat, as he slowly started approaching Daenerys. From the corner of his eye, he saw Grey worm and Tormund catching up. He raised his hand gesturing for them to stop, as he walked back towards them.
“ Go back and bring a stretcher for a body,” he commanded them his voice thick.
“ My Queen..” grey worm started his face fearful.
“ Shes alive just go,” But he would not move. Jon looked at Tormund pleadingly, the ginger nodded briefly and quickly ran back the castle.
“ just give me a second, wait for us here,” Jon told a stern Grey Worm, he simply nodded. Jon turned around, each step he took towards her felt heavier. But he would not leave her alone at a moment like this.
Danerys was gently rocking, tears were streaming down her face as she let out soft sobs. Her arms still cradling Jorah, Her brave bear.
She would never hear him call her Khaleesi again
Never be able to hold his rough calloused hands in hers
Never receive his counsel that she valued so much
And she will never get to tell him how much she really loved him.
She knew he loved her, he had told her once before along with many others. Although she could never correspond to those feelings, she did always care deeply for him. However, it wasn't until he contracted Greyscale and she thought she was going to lose him forever. That she realized how much she actually did love him.
When he came back, it was as if a part of her that she didn't realize was missing came back with him. He was part of her. He had been with her since the beginning. When she was just an innocent naive girl abused by her brother and sold off to a savage. A savage she grew to love, but sold to him nonetheless. He had been there when her dragons were born, the first to kneel.
Her children, she felt Drogons mighty presence behind her. Not too long after she felt Rhaegal. Of course, they would come. Their mother was in pain they wanted to protect her, but there was nothing to protect her from. Then she heard their soft cries. The dragons knew Jorahs scent like no other, the only other constant person in their life. it was the dragons time to mourn as well.
Holding him in her arms as he breathed his final breath. Daenerys felt, how much she truly deeply loved him. But it was too late.
After a while, when the sun started to rise. She heard Jons footsteps nearing her, saw his boots getting closer. She wanted to scream at him to Go away! and take Jorahs body away somewhere. Somewhere she could mourn him peacefully, Alone.
But Jon kept walking until he was right next to her, he slowly sat down next to her putting her arm around her shoulders. Gently prying her away from Jorah. she tried resisting, but as soon as she felt Jons strong arms wrap around her. The arms of the man she loved, she couldn't resist any further. She fell back into his arms, burying her face in the crook between his neck and shoulder. As Jon held her she began to sobbing again.
Jons' heart ached for her, and guilt clouded over him thick and dark. This was all his fault. He wished hed never brought her into this war, she lost so much because of it. Her child, More than half of her army, and now Ser Jorah.
“ I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry,” he kept whispering softly in her ear. As he rocked them back and forth.
The sun was higher in the sky, he knew they had to leave soon. People would start wondering where they were, there was so much to do now. He pulled her out of his embrace, forcing her to look at him.
“Dany look at me, they have to take him away now,”
she shook her head whimpering her lip trembling.
“ We need to give him a proper funeral,” This seemed to reason with her. She sat up and wiped her tears away, then nodded. She turned to Drogon and told him something in High Valyrian. The dragon whined but slowly lifted himself and his wings, moving his body to the side revealing Greyworm and Tormund standing patiently. She quickly went back to cradling Ser Jorahs body, fresh tears falling.
Greyworm quickly ran to his queen, halting as he saw Jorah. The Unsullied are trained not to feel. But seeing Ser Jorah like that, he felt huge grief. Tormund laid the stretcher on the ground next to Jorah, his face was serious. He once had no love for the Mormonts, but when Jorah had followed them behind the wall to fight. When Jorah had saved his life, he grew respect for the old man.
“ Dany,” Jon said softly, she froze and slowly released Jorah. Softly Greyworm carried him by the shoulders, Tormund taking him by the ankles. Jorahs head shook slightly, as they lowered him on to the stretcher, they then lifted the stretcher off the ground. Daenerys flinched,
“ Gently, Please,” she sobbed. She quickly lifted Heartsbane, The sword he had used to defend her till his dying breath. Using it as a crutch to stand, as Jorah once did. She placed it on Jorahs chest, lifted his hands and placed them gently over the sword. She then bent over and laid a soft kiss on Jorahs still lips.
She leaned back into Jons side, as Greyworm and Tormund slowly started taking Jorah back to the castle.
They walked side by side behind them, Dany leaning on Jon. As the reached the gate, she saw Missandei. She quickly stepped away from Jon and ran into the arms of her dearest friend. Daenerys did not allow her self to cry again, not with so many people around. She was still queen after all. She parted from Missandei and turned back to Jon.
“Where is Viserion?” She asked.
“ I'll take you to him,” Jon answered, not wanting to refuse her anything.
“ WIll you stay with him,” Dany asked Missandei, referring to Jorah.
“ Yes, Khaleesi,” she replied her head bowed. Daenerys could see Tyrion walking towards her. Sansa standing next to him looking confused. Tyrion's eyes then landed on Jorahs body. His face growing grim, he said nothing allowing Daenerys to pass by him, Jon escorting her to her child
As soon as she saw her child, she let go of Jon and slowly walked toward him. She felt as if he had died before her eyes all over again. She cried softly as she bent forward hugging his large broken face. Viserion, her baby, named after her brother, to protect her they way Viserys never could. Now he too was gone, was this the gods' punishment for allowing Drogo to kill the only family she had left. Well, Not the only family I have left. She thought, looking back at Jon standing back patiently. For the first time since he told her, she felt a slight comfort in knowing that she was no longer the last Targaryen. Discussion of the Iron throne would come later now all she wanted was to rest.
At least now she could mourn Viserion properly, and give him the burial he so much deserved. She broke away from his cold scales, giving hi snout one last rub before calling for her other children. They came in seconds, gracefully landing on the walls. People still cowered away from them in fear.
The dragons then gently started to carry their brother, taking him away from the castle. She sighed softly, watching them.
Jon had been unable to take his eyes off her. Her strength amazed him, she finally caught him staring when her dragons were out of sight. She smiled slightly and started walking towards him.
“ Escort me to my room,” she asked.
“Of course, My Queen,” he replied, taking her arm once again they walked back to her chambers.
once they arrived, she slowly sat on the edge of her bed. Jon began to start a fire to warm her. Slowly Daenerys removed her heavy cloke, wincing as she felt bruises beginning to form. As soon as the fire was roaring, she quickly knelt on the floor next to it placing her hands directly in the flames desperately trying to thaw out the coldness in them.
“Dany!” Jon shouted snatching her hands away from the flame. She laughed lightly, Jons' face was utterly horrified.
“ Jon relax the fire doesn't affect me, “ She sighed placing her hands back in the fire. “ How do you think my children were born?” He shook his head vigorously.
“ It was the funeral of my husband Drogo, something inside me just knew. I made them put my eggs next to Drogo, on his pyre. Order Jorah to tie the witch who had murdered him to the pyre as well.” her voice catching slightly at the mention of Jorahs name.
“ Only death can pay for life’ she had told me. Drogo, Rhaego my Stillborn son, and her the witch Mirri Maz Duur. With their lives, I paid for the lives of my children.” Jon stared at her in awe she looked majestic. The firelight danced around her, so she appeared to be glowing.
“ Jorah tried to stop me. “ she whispered. “ He didn't know, he thought I was just trying to kill myself. After I stepped into the flames, and when all the fire had gone out my clothes burned off. Jorah found me sitting into ashes, with three baby dragons.” She wiped a tear from her eye, talking about him reminded her that he was gone.
“ He was the first person to kneel, to call me ‘ Blood of my Blood,” she sobbed. “He always loved me, and I could never love him back. At least not in the way he wanted me to.” tears were continuously flowing now. Jon quickly gathered her in his arms again, Siting her on his lap.
“ I didn't deserve his love,” she breathed.
“No.,” he said taking her face in his hands.” Don’t ever think that, Because he wouldn't want you to.” she simply kept sobbing. After her cries began to quiet down her eyes tried closing themselves. Jon carried her to the bed and laid her there, her eyes closed but he could tell she wasn't asleep yet. He began to pull away, wanting to let her sleep.
“No,” she said holding on to him.” Please just stay with me,” her eyes opening slightly. And how could he resist?
“ Okay,” he said, slowly he removed his boots and his blood-soaked covering. leaving him in just a simple shirt. He then crawled into bed, wrapping her in his arms. She clutched on to him like her life depended on it, and in a way it did. She had never felt this kind of love before, and neither did he.
Later or maybe even tomorrow they would face the funerals, the fact of Jons true parentage, but not right now, they just needed each other. And they weren't going to let anyone interrupt them.
So yea this sucks but oh well. Excuse my typing errors
Here’s a new Gendrya one shot :) It’s post 8x03. Rated M for some sexual content. I do have the ‘read more link’ almost to that um certain point, so just mentioning. I will have this posted on AO3 (itsinthestars). Thank you for reading, it’s very much appreciated! 8x04 is not so far away, finally!
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It was near dawn. Almost everything inside Winterfell's walls were filled with death. Arya pushed Bran's wheelchair through the destruction of their home, passing by few survivors here and there. She saw them catch their breaths and fall down from exhaustion. Other than that, it was finally quiet.
They reached the courtyard where there were piles and piles of dead bodies. Arya looked around and saw Brienne standing against a wall, eyes closed. Jaime Lannister was next to her; their shoulders and arms were touching. Podrick was near them sitting, head down. Arya looked around for more familiar faces...and saw him. Her breath stopped at seeing him stand next to Tormund. The big and boisterous man was patting Gendry on the back. Tormund turned and caught Arya's stare. Gendry saw his movement, turned and his eyes connected with Arya's and instant relief was on his face. He looked exhausted as expected. He dropped his weapon and started to walk toward her, leaving Tormund with brows raised and a grin started to form.
Arya walked around her brother and started to say, "Bran..."
Her brother replied as if he knew where she was going, "You can leave me here."
Gendry and Arya didn't break eye contact as they quickly walked toward each other, oblivious to whomever was watching. When they were at arms distance, Gendry automatically gathered Arya in his arms. She wrapped her arms around her best friend and lover. They held each other tightly. Gendry's eyes were closed; a tear ran down his cheek. Arya's eyes were open and her face was a look of pure relief. She started to smile, her head against his shoulder.
Arya lifted her head and Gendry followed, their foreheads touched. Arya whispered, "It's you."
Gendry nodded and said, "We didn't die."
Arya lifted her head and looked at him, his eyes followed hers, "Not today," she whispered. She moved closer, put her hand at the back of his head and brought him closer, their lips almost touched, his breath mingled with hers, her lips still barely touched his, when suddenly he kissed her with a passion that excited Arya. They kissed with a different need than before.
She didn't know how long they were there for until Jon interrupted with a cough behind her and in a surprised tone was heard saying, "Arya?"
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Later the next night, after the clean-up of Winterfell began, and loved ones and everyone who fought for the North were paid final respects, Arya and Gendry finally had time together. Her room was a mess but the bed remained unbroken. She was naked, on top of an also unclothed Gendry and kissed him gently on the lips, then barely touched him before she kissed him deeper. Gendry broke their kiss and just stared at her, in awe. He had his hands on her hips. "What?" Arya asked.
"I just—You saved us..." Gendry started to say.
Arya ran her fingers down his chest making Gendry shiver. She liked the way she affected him. She looked above him and said in a serious tone, "I wasn't going to let death take another member of our family." She stared ahead as she continued to touch his skin.
Gendry nodded back and gently touched her bruise on her right side, above her eye. He gently put his lips there and Arya closed her eyes and sighed with content, moving toward his touch. She opened her eyes and saw Gendry look at her with urgency and quickly turned them over, with her underneath him. She grinned, her left brow raised before she wrapped her legs around him and pulled his hips down further. They moved together at a slow pace at first, until Arya was feeling the need for more. She grabbed his arse and pushed him deeper, moving faster. Gendry chuckled and said against her lips, "Faster, Milady?"
"Shut it. And just—" Arya started to moan loudly when he moved faster and Arya bucked her hips to meet his pace. She looked at Gendry and he looked at her. They kept their stares on each other as they both came. Arya brought Gendry's face to hers and kissed him, to suppress their moans that would threaten to wake up those in nearby rooms.
Gendry smiled against her lips and then moved to lie beside her. They were both catching their breath when Arya said, "I liked you on top and holding your arse." She said it easily as a fact and smiled at her lover. "But I like being on top more."
Gendry grinned and nodded in agreement, "As you wish." He saw Arya turn on her side toward him. The moment of quiet in the room was welcome and natural. Gendry looked in concern for a second as if he didn't know how to bring it up. "Arya, you said before, our family..."
Arya looked relaxed when she said, "You once told me you never had a family." He nodded in response. She continued, "But you were always a part of mine, Gendry. Always."
Gendry didn’t know how to respond but nodded back in agreement, feeling this was true. He leaned forward and kissed Arya gently at the corner of her mouth then on her lips. She kissed back and moved her leg over his and they started to express this shared feeling they had, but didn't quite say it to each other, yet.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth Characters: Tyrion Lannister, Podrick Payne Additional Tags: Season 8, post 8x03 Summary: Post-‘The Long Night’. Dawn has broken on Winterfell. All the survivors have left now is each other. Jaime pov of episode 8x03 ‘The Long Night’ and what happened after.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You’re warming up to me,” Tormund said.
“You’re a…unique person,” she replied. “Please excuse me, I’d like to go to bed.”
“I could go, too—” he started, and Jaime felt his whole body go cold. But Brienne gave Tormund a hard look and shook her head, and the Wilding chuckled and nodded.
“Is it because of the other one? The pretty man who tapped you on the shoulders with his sword?”
“Ser Jaime?” Brienne asked in a wavering voice, and this time Jaime had the pleasure of watching her face flood with color. “I…I…”
“You want him,” Tormund said.
OR: Tormund unwittingly spurs change between Jaime and Brienne. SMUT AHOY.
