“Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night? For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt”
day 03:favorite physical contact(s)//ice and fire//modern day au
I meant to post it sooner and with a fanfic attached but this past few weeks had been hectic and the story grew from a drabble to a full on oneshot. I’ll post it on a later date though; once i am fully settled at my University.
day 01: favorite episode//my king, my queen//fluff
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Jon heard his soldiers as they passed the courtyard. They spoke quietly, but of enough volume for Jon to hear every word.
,,She truly looks like the Queen of the North”
Those were words of admiration, that he rarely heard from people of the North regarding his wife; their newly crowned Queen. So Jon smiled to himself and greeted the soldiers with a polite nod. They tensed at that, but greeted him with ,,My King” before standing back straight and not daring to say any word more. Jon almost chuckled at that; it was almost disturbing how people reacted to him now.
His attention was brought back to his wife. She was standing beside him in the middle of Winterfell’s courtyard, watching as people buzzed in it. The blacksmiths worked their forges, mostly working on dragon glass and armor. The cooks and bakers stocked the grains and the maids appeared to be taking out the furs for cleaning. Knowing her, she was already making note of everything before her, making sure she knew as much as she could of those that were now her people.
And as Jon watched her he couldn’t help but realize that the soldiers had spoken truly; his wife might have been a southerner, but right then and there she looked like North came alive.
Dany was clad in white. Her fur coat hung tightly around her curves, its bright color would be melting with the snow around them if not for the straps of dark brown in the material. Her hair was braided out of her face, flowing in silver curls down her back. Her skin was pale as always but in the northern cold her cheeks, ears and nose were drowned in a deep blush. She truly looked wonderful, and not for the first time since meeting her Jon wondered if he would ever behold a sight lovelier than her.
She turned around as if sensing his gaze on her. Her violet eyes met his and she smiled at him. For a moment Jon had forgotten himself; looking at her, not truly believing she was his. Dany furred her brows in question, the twinkle not leaving her eyes.
“Something the matter, dear?”
She asked, her voice holding a tint of amusement.
Jon knew he probably looked like a fool, staring at his own wife as if she was a blinding sun. He came to her in a single stride, bringing his cloak around her shoulders, pressing her smaller frame to his chest. Jon then leaned in, only to give her cheek a slightest of kisses. Dany giggled.
“Your nose is cold!”
She hissed under her breath, amusement in her voice growing rapidly. He nuzzled his nose onto her cheek at that. Her giggle grew and she tried to wiggle her way out of his hold, but he only pressed her harder into his embrace. He learned that the sound of her laughter was his favourite. He wanted to hear it as often as he could.
“I love you, my Queen.”
He whispered between the kisses, close to her ear. He kept his voice low; like he knew made her breath catch in her throat. She stopped wiggling at that. Instead, she turned to face him. Their gazes met. He was still amazed by the vibrant violet of her eyes, no matter how many times he had gazed into them. Daenerys smiled.
Just read some post abt how the ones who defends GOT writing and makes theories/tries to find explanation is dumbasses.
Welp
I’ve always knew that I was dumb, ‘cause I think writing is ok and I think the show is fine and I like trying to find some explanations to things I want to seek explanation for.
David Benioff thinks it’s justifiable that Daenerys went mad after 7 seasons of being a just ruler who freed others from enslavement, NEVER put herself in the position to risk the lives of innocents, and valued the voice of the people, because “ultimately she’s a Targaryen”; yet Jon Snow, ALSO A TARGARYEN, is somehow immune to this predisposed genetic disease because… he’s a man?Say it like it is, David. Just say you don’t care about women and be done with it.
Allright, no one likes how Dany went mad. But isn’t Jon not just A MAN, but, like… A Targaryen born from Targaryen AND Stark? Wasn’t incest what caused madness to be so common in Targaryens? And Dany is, like, daughter of incest, while Jon is ok, because his parents are not brother and sister?
No one denies that writers do something weird with Dany’s arv, make her mad, but at least they don’t make Jon not-mad just because he is a MAN and the show makers are sexist. At least here we have the normal reason for him not to be mad.
Think whatever you want, Jon might be a wimp and writers may be misogynystic/sexist/whatever. But he is nit mad just because he is a man. Don’t take this farther than it has to be.
Because everything in her life felt easier knowing that throughout it all there would be Jon: The buoy that seemed to keep her moored—no longer floating aimlessly, carried by violent waves that threatened to pull her under when she least expected it.
So, yes, she gave him everything she could, and greedily took everything he had to offer in return, acutely aware of the consequences and the risks, yet unable and unwilling to stay away from him. Living for the hope of it all, savouring each stolen kiss, making love on borrowed time, as if the world didn’t risk crumbling down around them should they be discovered.
Almost five months of bliss.
She should have noticed the cracks in their glasshouse.
“Little bird, little bird, fly through my window. Little bird, littl—”
“Wait Mama, wait!” Leah yelled as she jumped up from her seat on the front step by a dozing and long suffering Ghost. He gave a groan and a huff at being used as a spring board but never moved an inch from his place in the sun.
Jacob too, had been disturbed, jolted from his near sleep in her arms. Dany cut stern eyes at her rambunctious daughter. Leah was her carbon copy in looks, and had a sweet, precious heart just like her daddy, but all the rest of her was as wild as her aunt Arya. Neither patience nor control was her strong suit.
Her white blonde head dropped when she calmed enough to actually look her mama’s way. “I sorry, Mama,” she mumbled as she slowly walked over to the rocking chair and patted her little brother’s chubby thigh. “I sorry too, Jake Jake.”
Dany continued to gaze at her for another beat or two before giving a tiny smile. Leah’s little white teeth shown as she smiled back, blue eyes squinted nearly closed. “What did you need, my sweet?” she asked quietly, hoping her daughter would mimic her tone.
“Can I go get daddy?” she whispered and Dany’s smile grew. “I want hims to do it wiff us. Daddy always does it wiff us!” Leah went on, her little voice growing louder with each word, a shrill yell by the end.
“Leah, love—”
“Who called for Daddy?” Jon growled behind the screen door making Leah shriek and run in a wild giggling circle.
Their wide-eyed baby boy tracked her every movement as she walked toward their bed.
He was safe and secure beneath his daddy’s arm where he’d fallen asleep over an hour before. Jon, still lightly snoring, napped with him everyday, to catch up on sleep after a long night, or to give her time with the girls. Today it was so she could bake Leah’s birthday cake.
She squatted down and smiled at him. He cooed and grinned, little fist jerking forward to reach for her. “Hello, my sweet boy, did you have a good nap?” she whispered, letting him grip her finger. He took it straight to his little mouth, gums gnawing as he grinned, his dark eyes sparkling in the afternoon sunlight.
Jon Jacob Snow looked so like his daddy her heart nearly burst every time she looked at him. Eyes and hair as black as coal, skin as pale as cream, with a little brow that always seemed to be wrinkled in deep thought. The black wisps of silky hair atop his head were just beginning to curl and even his lips were like Jon’s, plush and perfect and pouting.
She couldn’t possibly love him more. Or any of them for that matter. Her heart and world were full, overflowing with joy every hour of every day.
Dany looked up from her book and found her oldest standing in front of her, fishing pole in one hand and silver bucket in the other. She was wearing her daddy’s hat.
“Daddy’s helpin’ Leah and I lost my worm.”
One glance down to the creek told Dany true. Jon had his hands full with both Leah and Abi. Gendry and Arya were further down with their boys. The rest of their pack had gone into town. No other help to be found, she gazed into Rachael’s little bucket, the black dirt wriggling with worms.
She smiled tightly. She’d never gotten past her worm aversion. “Can you get a worm out for Mama?”
Rachael nodded, sat her little bucket down and reached into it, eager and unafraid as she dug through the damp dirt and pulled out a long brown earthworm. She held the wiggling thing between two pudgy fingers, smiling proudly as Dany tried desperately to figure out how to get out of touching it.
She went for her old stand-by and reached for Rachael’s pole, holding up the hook. “Alright, you have the worm, I’ll hold the hook. Do you know what to do next? Daddy’s told you, right?”
“Yes ma'am, but…” Rachael raised her other hand and showed Dany one finger, a tiny trickle of blood running down it. “I don’t wanna get poked again.”
“Oh, my sweet, I’m sorry,” she cooed and laid the fishing pole down before grabbing up one of the napkins from their picnic. “Let Mama clean it up.”
Its the battle as we know, Dany says Dracarys to NK, but it doesnt work, she sees Jon running towards the NK with Longclaw, but she sees a lot of wights coming, Drogon lands and breath´s fire killing a lot of wights, but more wights comes at Drogon and Danys falls near Jon when Drogon in stress with wights leaves.
Jon and NK fight, but NK beats Jon, Longclaw is on the floor, NK grabes it and puts in Jon cheast, Dany screams,NK smiles and turn his back at her, going to Bran. Dany goes to Jon, he´s bleeding, shes crying, Jon begs her to save Bran and put her hand in his sword, she says i love you and pulls Longclaw out of his cheast, when she pulls it, its on fire! Melisandre at the same time, says at the castle “Azor Ahai is here”. After all, Jon´s duty were to save and protect Azor Ahai - Dany the Unburn - thats why Lord of Light saved him.
Everyone is fighting wights, Arya and Jorah is protecting Bran from the NK generals, Jorah dies. Dany passes through fire with the fire sword LongClaw, NK turns around, goes to Dany, she runs screaming at him in rage, he tries to swing at her with his ice sword, but she gets down, when shes up she puts screaming in rage the fire sword in his chest, destroying him and the all the wights.
After this Dany finds shes pregnant, but she´s in rage because Cersei didnt helped, Jorah is dead, Jon is dead, Missandei and Tyrion are imprisoned in Kings Landing. Dany is mad. Sansa is crowned Queen of the North and she and Danys agrees if sending tropes to fight Cersei, Dany will give Sansa independence. After 4 months its the fight, Dany has already a pregnancy belly but she still flies on Drogon. Its the Kings Landing fight.
What Dany didnt know was that Cersei has wildfire hidden through Kings Landing, when Drogon kills the Golden Company, it activates wildfire destroying the city. Dany is in rage with Cersei, flies through the Red Keep, the queens look at each other Dany flying in Drogon outside and Cersei scared inside the Red Keep, and Dany says “Dracarys”. Cersei and big ammount of the Red Keep are destroyed.
Dany enters the throne room with Missandei and Tyrion present at the room watching her at distance. She looks at Kings Landing destroyed tearful, then looks at the Throne, she touches the Throne and then she says seriously “Dracarys” and Drogon destroys the Iron Throne. She looks at Missandei and Tyrion and says “Send ravens tell that Danenerys Targaryen broke the wheel, Westeros is now independent, and the people are free.”She goes on Drogon flying away and disappears.
Years fast foward every region is independent Tyrion meets with Sam and they tell that they heard various rumors - same say seeing a dragon flying at old Valyria, others say seeing a dragon heading to West of Westeros, while others say dont see in years a dragon or a Targaryen. They hope Dany and the child of Jon are safe and happy elsewhere. Tyrion is the Casterly Rock Dwarf, Sansa the Queen of the North, Yara the Queen of Iron Islands, some cousin of Olenna and Margaery is the Queen of the Reach and Arya is the lady of Stormsland with Gendry Baratheon and Bran is working with the maesters to fulfill the history books correctly. Then the last image are a blond boy and a brunette girl entering a cave and finding dragon eggs. The we heard Dany´s voice without seeing her “ Come here children”. The children smile and leaves the cave running. FADES TO BLACK
