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II. Throne of Jade
~by Naomi Novik~

“I do not care if they do not like me,” he said. “Maybe then they will let me alone, and I will not have to stay in China.” The thought visibly struck him, and his head came up with sudden enthusiasm. “If I were very offensive, do you suppose they would go away now?” he asked. “Laurence, what would be particularly insulting”

Hammond looked like Pandora, the box open and horrors loose upon the world. Laurence was inclined to laugh, but he stifled it out of sympathy.

Dean Ambrose, Renee Young, and Ambrose Army confession

Now that Dean and Renee ARE MARRIED can Ambrose stans please stop with the “Dean is forced to be with Renee” bullshit and stop bullying Renee? If y’all want Dean to be happy like y’all claim just stay out of his personal life and actually let him be happy with his gorgeous wife.

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This is going to hurt

Hi, I start telling ya I love your stories with all my heart! 
I’d like to make a request about the 22nd March prompt “this is going to hurt” . I’ve got an idea for so long in my mind: reader, who’s Jon Snow’s lover has been kidnapped by Ramsay Bolton in order to threaten Jon.
When our favourite wolf arrives on the field, Ramsay flays part of reader’s skin in front of Jon and his army. Later, after the battle, reader dies in Jon’s arms. 
Thanks :)

Jon Snow (and Ramsay Bolton) - “This is going to hurt”

“I can’t wait to show your lover where you have been all this time.” Ramsay wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed you tighter to his chest. “He must have missed you and yet the thought that you were with me has never crossed his mind.” Ramsay smiled and clacked his tongue. “The white wolf might have inherited the courage of his father, he does lack a certain amount of intelligence, don’t you think?”

You didn’t answer. Over the years you had learned that not answering Ramsay was still better than giving him an answer that didn’t live up to his expectations. No matter what you did or attempted, he always found a reason to punish you for something you had or had not done.

“I do think we should give our noble warrior some proper motivation, shall we?” Ramsay didn’t give you the chance to answer the question. Without any other warning he lifted you up and placed you in front of him in the saddle. “You will love the battlefield, I am sure of it.”

You hated the battlefield. You had already hated battlefields before Robb had died, before Ned had dark. Now you had grown to hate them even more. You didn’t believe in winners on the battlefield. You only believed in survivors and losers. And you hoped that Jon would end up a survivor and Ramsay would end up a loser.

“At least he and his army have arrived in time.” Ramsay ordered his horse to stop. With a smirk on his face he slid down and then he opened his arms to help you off his horse too.

You trembled when you saw that Jon was watching you. You were standing too far away to read the glance in his eyes, but you saw how tensed his muscles were. Strangely enough you weren’t afraid of what would happen to you. You had faced the worst and whatever would come would be nothing but a trick to distract Jon. You were however afraid that he would fall for it, that he would try to save you while everyone knew that once someone fell in the hands of Ramsay Bolton they couldn’t be saved anymore.

“I’m sorry, love, but this is going to hurt.” Ramsay smiled while he curled his fingers around a sharp knife. “I wonder if he will be able to win this battle in time to save you from bleeding to death.” Ramsay touched your cheek with the back of his hand before the knife started to cut parts of your skin away.

You had sworn yourself years ago already to never scream again because of Ramsay. You had sworn yourself years ago already not to give him the satisfaction anymore. You had managed to keep the promise to yourself. Until now. You had thought that you knew what pain was, but this was a different kind of pain and while Ramsay flayed more and more parts of your skin you closed your eyes and gave in to the urges of your body.


You only dared to open your eyes again when you heard a well known voice and felt a pair of strong arms holding your harmed body. A smile spread across your face and you stared at his blooded skin, his long hair, tied into a bun, his dark armor only slightly damaged. “You won!” You wanted to lift your arm up, but realized that your muscles weren’t listening to your mind anymore.

“I won…” Jon’s eyes started to water and he used his hand to wipe the hair from your face. “But I am not willing to pay the price I’m afraid I have to pay.” He sat on his knees next to you and he bent his head so his forehead touched yours.

“It’s okay, Jon.” You swallowed. Your voice was breakable and barely a whisper. “I knew that I would die the moment Ramsay found me in the woods.” You started to breath faster, unable to get enough air to fill your lungs. “At least he kept me alive long enough to be able to tell you that I love you and that I’m proud of you.” Your heart slowed down and even though you were not in pain anymore, you knew your soul was already drifting away to who knew where.

“He will die tonight. For what he did to you. For what he did to my sister.” Jon pressed a soft kiss on your cold lips and he lifted you up to press you to his chest. “I love you and no matter how much time passes, I will never stop loving you.” He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead and your lips curled up into a smile while you closed your eyes unable to fight death any longer. He had said that he loved you and that was all you needed to know.

Dean Ambrose, Renee Young, and Ambrose Army confession

The only Dean Ambrose fans I’ve seen mad about his “psychotic fans” comment are the ones who (like him and Renee were talking about) stalk him and send Renee death threats. The rest of his fanbase, even if they don’t like Renee/ship Deanee, respect his privacy and relationship and don’t bully Renee.

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Thieves Among Us (3/5)

Let Jon have his armies and his devoted wildlings and the love of their people, she thinks. Let him have his dragon queen. She’s in possession of a secret, tragic as it may be, but at least it’s entirely her own. For Sansa, that’s more than enough. It has to be. Rated M; inspired by content from S7. Previous chapters can be found here.

Sansa’s eyes dawned with realization while she stared back at him, her face a kaleidoscope of surprise and panic that burst wide open before swallowing itself up again as she recovered from his unexpected appearance.  

“Hello, Jon,” she greeted evenly. Sansa may have had the sense to speak first, but her tone was distant—as distant as it had been when she’d spoken to him on the rampart. It was like she had thrown ice water over him, jolting him out of his dazed bewilderment. The fact that she sounded so casual, as if her presence wasn’t anything strange to ponder over whatsoever, only set him off the edge just a little further.

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anonymous asked:

It's funny how you Jonerys shippers all think Jon fans find Daeny a threat because she fulfills some prophecies Jon also does and this is why they don't ship them. I can say the opposite for Daeny fans because y'all are so adamant about Jon not being legitimate because if he were his claim would be better than Daeny's. Is R+L=J that big of a threat to you? Do you want her to be queen so badly that you ignore Jon might be legitimate?

Are you the same anon also sending question to @mudinyourlungs

Doesn’t matter, I’ll still answer you and hopefully you won’t have any more questions after this.

I can say the opposite for Daeny fans because y'all are so adamant about Jon not being legitimate because if he were his claim would be better than Daeny’s.

No, Jon does not actually have a better claim than Dany’s. You see when The World of Ice and Fire was published we learned a piece of information that might not have seemed that important at first glance but it was. We learned that King Aerys upon the death of his son and heir Rhaegar named his second son Viserys his heir, skipping over Rhaegar’s line. 

What does this mean? Well, it means that the Targaryen line of succession now runs through VIserys, not Rhaegar. From the main series we know that when Aerys died Queen Rhaella crowned Visery’s King at Dragsotne, making him the Head of House Targaryen. Visery’s in turn named Daenerys’ his heir, in fact that’s how she’s first introduced to us as the Princess of Dragonstone (the title given to the heir). The last Targaryen King named her his heir and therefore upon his death she became both Queen and Head of House Targaruen. Period. 

So, even if Jon was legitimate he would come second to her because he comes from a line that was skipped over and frankly he was never names as a Targaryen or was ever heir to a King. Finally, although precedent has not allowed a female Targaryen to rule, there is no law saying they can’t rule. 

Is R+L=J that big of a threat to you?

Not at all actually. It’s a tragedy that caused an entire country to be ripped apart, thousands died and Rhaegar’s entire family almost dying with him because of his and his father’s recklessness. 

Do you want her to be queen so badly that you ignore Jon might be legitimate?

To the first part of this question, Dany is already Queen. So there is no need for me to want her to be Queen. She is Queen in her own right as conqueror, by marriage as khaleesi and by heritage as a Targaryen. Queen three times over, Jon being legitimate doesn’t take that away from her. 

Now to the second part of your question. If you are a book reader, did you ever wonder why the character of Young Griff, i.e. Aegon was introduce? Of course he’s there to be an obstacle for Dany but he’s serving another purpose. You have a young man, who is coming out of nowhere claiming to be the dead son of Rhaegar Targayen. He has the Valyrian look and the education to potentially fool people into believing it.  Dany as the “Slayer of Lies” is obviously going to unmask this imposter. 

So, what does this have to do with Jon’s potential legitimacy? A lot actually. After the unmasking of fAegon how do you think the Westerosi noble will react to yet another young man coming out of nowhere claiming to be the unknown son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark? However, unlike fAegon he does look Valyrian and is the known bastard of the very honorable Ned Stark. Do you think they’ll be like, “OMG of course this is the REAL son of Rhaegar not that other guy who totally sort of looked like him, no, no, this is the real one.” I don’t know about you but I don’t think that’s how they’ll react. They are going to roll their eyes at yet another pretender and a bad one at that, the honorable Ned Stark claimed him as his son, so it has to be true. 

The appearance of Young Griff/fAegon pretty much makes it impossible for Jon’s heritage to become public. I’m not saying that Jon, Dany and the Starks won’t know, they’ll know but it’ll be a family secret because no one will truly believe them. 

Finally, I’m going to briefly address something I’ve address a shit ton of times: why Jon is a bastard.

From the moment we are introduced to Jon we learn that being a bastard in Westeros is an awful stigma, they are mistrusted and seen in the most negative light, like being a bastard makes them naturally bad or something. 

So then we have Jon, a known bastard, helping to gather the forces of Westeros to defeat a threat that would destroy them all if not stopped, helping to lead the living against the dead, fighting alongside his men, and kicking all kinds of ass. All the heroism, all the sacrifice, all the awesomeness, and he’s his a BASTARD!? You don’t fucking say!

Yes! I do say. All you people distrusting a bastard and look who’s saving your ass. Proving to the not-so-good people of Westeros that you don’t need a name to be a good man and to be a hero. 

So, if Jon were to be legitimate and everyone finds out, what does that say? Well it proves them right, because this hero was never truly a bastard he was a prince all along. Of course he was, a bastard could never do that, they can’t be trusted.

I say, fuck you Westorosis, a bastard and an exiled Queen with a bad attitude are about to save your ass.

Jon/Daenerys fanfiction: Brave enough to yield

Summary: Jon Snow comes to visit Daenerys at Dragonstone after the events of Season 6, and learns of his true parentage. He and Daenerys are both stubborn, and find it difficult to trust each other. A shared tragedy brings them closer together. Told from Daenerys’s point of view.

A/N: I’ll be updating this as @myrish-lace-love.


Jon had refused to kneel, when he first came to Dragonstone. He’d stood before her, in well-tailored furs clearly made by someone else’s hand, and simply declined. Dany had been insulted. She was also intrigued. How many men would refuse the Mother of Dragons, the most beautiful woman in the world?

Stubbornness ran deep in Jon, she soon learned. She’d had the idea to form an alliance with him, and seduce him, as soon as she heard of his visit. She’d plotted as he traveled from Winterfell, with Tyrion’s help.

“He’ll be as intractable as a mule. Slightly more handsome, though,” Tyrion had told her, and winked.

Tyrion had been right. Jon promised his army with some reluctance, but he was cold to her advances. It stung more than she expected. She wasn’t immune to loneliness herself. She’d felt a childish swelling of hope when she’d learned that she might not be the last of her line, that another dragon might walk the earth. But Jon kept her mostly at a distance, though she saw him staring at her once or twice. Perhaps there was some truth to the saying that Northern men had ice in their veins.

Jon took to Rhaegal, at least. Dany envied how quickly he’d developed a bond with the beast. It had taken her months to feel the presence of Drogon’s mind, once he was fully grown. Jon had managed to connect with the green dragon in a matter of days. It had made her job of convincing him of his true heritage easier. That, and Varys’s scroll from Howland Reed had left Jon with no room for doubt.

Jon himself might not say much, but the news he brought of the terror north of the Wall had turned Dany’s mission on its head. She’d sailed across the Narrow Sea prepared to do battle in Westeros. She’d arrived on shore ready to take what was hers, as was her right, and reclaim the Iron Throne at King’s Landing. Then Jon confirmed Varys’s whispers of the White Walkers, and the wights, and priorities had shifted to protecting the realm. They needed weapons, and weapons, according to Jon, meant fire, and dragonglass.


Fire, and powerful fire at that, they had in abundance, thanks to Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion. But the dragonglass was more elusive. Dozens of Unsullied had scoured the castle and come back empty-handed. Dany was not a patient woman by nature, and was ready to move on. Yet Tyrion insisted they search the caverns beneath Dragonstone once more.

“I’ll hear no more about dragonglass, Lord Tyrion.” Dany tucked into their meager breakfast. The stores of food were depleting fast. But she’d traveled enough under rough conditions to eat whatever was before her.As she saw Jon scrape his plate clean, she thought the same might be true of him.

Tyrion had a more discerning palate, and picked at the stale bread and hard cheese with distaste. “We need all the weapons we can find, my queen.”

Dany rolled her eyes. Would Tyrion not let this go? “Has it slipped your mind, Lord Tyrion, the days we’ve spent searching arrived?”

“Hardly, Your Grace. But I did receive an interesting raven just this morning. Apparently we haven’t been looking in the right place.” Tyrion, naturally, made a show of revealing his secret. He brought the scroll out from under his green tunic with a flourish.

Dany didn’t recognize the seal. “Who sent it?”

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Handmaiden or Warrior?

Another Wattpad request. I do not own Tormund or Lyanna. They belong to George R.R.Martin.

Warnings: Battle of the Bastards, violence, blood. 

Pairings: Tormund Giantsbane x fem!reader, Lady Lyanna Mormont. 

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You groaned as you tripped over your dress yet again. This was definitely not helping you.  Stopping in the shadows of the trees, you ripped off the bottom part of your dress. Once that was done, you continued your journey toward the ragtag army Jon Snow had gathered. Your lady was fighting and that meant you needed to as well.

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Advising Dragons, Advising Wolves

“You will need an alliance with the north, I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that” Tyrion said as they rode their horses down the King’s road, at the helm of the entourage “Northerners are slightly different from the rest of us, they believe in such thing as honor”

“In other words: I should care not to burn Winterfell if they refuse to cooperate” Daenerys smiled at her own joke “tell me what do you know of him? The one they call Jon Snow, why would all the remaining northern houses rally behind a bastard? The reports lord Varys has given me from here are surprisingly…sparse”

“You mean why this particular bastard and not Ramsey Bolton?” Tyrion replied keeping his tone detached “as far as I know Roose and Ramsey cost the northern houses a lot of their pride, along with the Frey’s they were not very merciful with either their friends or their enemies, you yourself have seen the result in Theon Greyjoy…Jon Snow put a stop to it”

“Theon still refuses to talk about it” Daenerys observed, she was not entirely in favor of the Greyjoys but Yara Greyjoy was a kindred spirit and in another life, the mother of dragons knew she would have wanted the woman as a friend “Yara protects him like a bear protects a cub, what was done to him would have driven any other man to madness” she said dispassionately “but this Jon Snow…”

“Stark, Snow, Stark, Snow, does it matter? The northern houses have sworn their loyalty to him, I’ve met the man your grace, of all Ned Stark’s children, his bastard is the one who seems to take after him the most” Tyrion wasn’t for giving the queen platitudes he continued “he is kind hearted, and honourable, but resilient. According to Varys’ little birds he left the black because he was dead and a witch brought him back, effectively releasing him from his vows.. he probably only took back Winterfell because his sister asked it of him ”

“How do you know it wasn’t his idea? If he’s such a honorable man as they say”

“Because I know Sansa…she wouldn’t rest a day of her life until Winterfell was out of the Bolton’s hold” Tyrion admitted, trying not to think about her, his child wife, who he’d once promised to protect but didn’t “Lady Sansa Stark, is a wolf. Jon might be a great leader but if he is succeeding uniting the north, its only because his sister is supporting his claim, Sansa knows that the game of court life is the same here as it is in King’s Landing and she is quite skilled at not getting herself killed while playing it, she’s a true daughter of the north and while you might be resistant to fire, Sansa is resistant to ice”

Sansa Stark, the girl who’d stared at the rotting head of her father and not once had given Joffrey the satisfaction of seeing her weep. She had married Tyrion by force and been humiliated down to dust, but still hadn’t been as unkind to him as everyone expected her to be, or used him to further her own agenda.

No, Sansa hadn’t asked anything of him during their marriage, not jewels, not power, not even another handmaiden. Which had only made him twice as guilty of the fact that all she wanted were things a Lannister like him couldn’t give her.

“You sound wistful” the dragon queen observed with a hint of teasing in her voice “I think I will like meeting the Starks after all”

“You know what kind of alliance will be needed to finally add the north to your side, don’t you?”

“You suggest I marry him”

“A strong, capable man with no designs on the throne who would rather die than break a vow he made during a moment of youthful stupidity?” Tyrion raised an eyebrow “you certainly could do worse”

“I will do what I wish when I meet him” Danaerys said in her queenly voice “strong capable men have a tendency to often fall short of my expectations”

“That they do, my lady” Tyrion agreed raising his pouch of wine “although for a dwarf falling short on something is always a matter of perspective”

“And yet no man, no matter how tall ever dares to go as close to my dragons as I’ve seen you do”

“You flatter me” Tyrion snorted “Lady Olenna on the other hand believes I have a death wish…and her new friend Lady Ellaria seems very eager to let her daughters fulfill it”

“I find it amusing that they think so little of your ability to talk yourself out of death sentences”

“I do too”

“Tell me Tyrion…” Danny smiled slightly urging her horse into a trot “Is Jon Snow attractive?”

Tyrion laughed adjusting his grip on his own horse as he followed behind her “As handsome as I am dwarf my Queen!”

In Winterfell, while supervising the repairs of the keep Jon sought out Sansa for advice after receiving a missive informing him that Daenerys Targaryen was marching north with her army, the girl whom songs called the dragon queen.

“It seems we won’t need to appeal to the Vale’s good graces after all” Sansa murmured as she read over the parchment

“What do you think I should do?” Jon asked his sister who raised an eyebrow at him “the last time I ignored your advice it cost us the life of Rickonn, I wanted to talk to you first before I show that to the other lords”

“Thank you Jon, I’m glad I can help” Sansa fell into step with him adjoining to the private sitting room that used to belong to her parents “I think you should meet her”

from the ravens they had been receiving and the sparse information they got in the north about things outside King’s landing. Jon and Sansa were informed of the basics about Daenerys Targaryen.

She was the last Targaryen, she’d managed to hatch three dragons and had been gaining support from the common people in the free cities and surrounding islands. Some reports painted her as a majestic leader and conqueror, others as a bloodthirsty harpy with a taste for burning her enemies and feeding those that displeased her to her dragons.

“I will, of course, but I can’t help but think that she’s coming here for a reason, and I don’t want to face another Stannis” Jon confided his worries “I dealt with that during my time in the watch and it wasn’t very pretty”

“More the reason to meet her"Sansa murmured "Daenerys Targaryen hasn’t done anything to the north that warrants our resentment yet, she wasn’t part of the circle of power when our father lost his head, or refused to help when Winterfell needed it the most…she is not Stannis” of that Sansa was sure

“And if she proposes a strategy that I’m not comfortable with like Stannis did? How do you say no to a woman with three dragons?”

“You don’t” Sansa replied “you say things like ‘I need to consider it properly’ or 'I can’t accept without consulting it with my supporters first’ but you never say no, as long as you are not saying yes either”

“You want me to stall her…I suppose I can do that”

“you need an army Jon, a bigger one, an army big enough to repel the others and especially one that’s yours by right and not simply loaned to us by the man who sold me to Ramsey Bolton” Sansa kept the emotion out of her voice but Jon could see the slight twist of rage in her eyes “we need to do what’s best for Winterfell and…”

“…Daenerys Targaryen isn’t married” Jon finished for her

“I’m sorry Jon but you know its true” then Sansa forced her tone not to break as she read the last part of the missive “Tyrion Lannister is among her entourage, you should be prepared”

“I met Tyrion once, I guess it doesn’t surprise me that he joined the enemy of his family, he didn’t give the impression of being their most valuable member” Jon said remembering the last advice Tyrion had once given him “he’s a very clever man”

“And if the dragon Queen had the presence of mind to make him her hand, then so is she” Sansa finished reading “you will need all your wits about you Jon, he’s not like the other Lannisters”

“I have a feeling you are not talking about him being a dwarf” Jon said squeezing her hand with care, Sansa flinched still not used to being touched after escaping Ramsey but gave him a small smile “Sansa you knew him in King’s Landing what should I expect?”

She didn’t want to reveal too much, what could she say? That Tyrion was kind? That when he vowed not to hurt her (intentionally), he actually kept his word? That she’d slept in his bed and dressed in his room yet not once had he touched her?. Sansa couldn’t tell her (half) brother that.

“Tyrion has a way of seeing trough men that’s uncanny” Sansa replied instead holding Jon’s stare with her grave eyes “he will look at you, and he will not see Jon Snow bastard of Ned Stark, or the king of the north, let alone a commander of the watch…no, mark my words Tyrion Lannister will look at you and see simply Jon, the boy, the person you are underneath all the trappings and that…that is something you should understand about him”

“And yet he’s chosen to serve under a Queen” Jon hummed furrowing his brow in deep thought “she must be someone very impressive, to have his loyalty”

“Impressive enough to marry I hope”

“you have given me a lot to think about sister, thank you for being so kind to me” Jon didn’t answer instead he got up and kissed Sansa'a forehead in brotherly affection “…I promise that if it comes between you and me having to marry in order to obtain an army, I will always offer myself first”

Sansa wanted to tell him that it was one of the nicest things he’d ever promised her, only Jon would take his brotherly duty as to mean he’d never sell her into marriage, only Jon could be that selfless.

And in the back of her mind Sansa knew she needed to teach him how to be more hardened before he got himself killed a second time. But for the time being, it was nice to have Jon’s unwavering faith soothe her fears away. Yes Jon was who he was, but deep down the Stark in her that saw their father reflected in his eyes couldn’t fault him for it.

Two weeks later Winterfell received Daenerys entourage with simple fanfare. Dressed in thick cloaks, Jon and Sansa stood in front of the great keep flanked by a number of lords and ladies of the northern houses who were there to show their support to house Stark.

Daenerys likewise was dressed for winter, although her clothes were still designed in the fashions of Essos she cut an striking figure of yellow as did the three dragons flying in the distance, riding a Dothraki borne horse and closely followed by Missandei, Tyrion, Varys and Grey Worm, the mother of dragons let her master of arms introduce her.

“May I present to you her grace, Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, the First of Her name, The Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons” the man said respectfully then looking at Winterfell’s guards he added “our lady wishes you peace”

Daenerys dismounted and nodded to her entourage, who all dismounted as well

On seeing the woman in person Jon, surprisingly was the first to react, leaving Sansa’s side he walked to meet her and bowed his head politely once he felt Sansa follow “Welcome to Winterfell your grace, we apologize in advance for the paltry reception” he demurred “as you can see winter hasn’t been kind to our keep, I am Jon Snow, Warden of the north and this is my sister Sansa Stark, Lady of Winterfell”

“You introduce yourself as warden, not king? Why?” Danny half asked, half demanded.

Behind them Sansa and Tyrion tried their best not to look at each other.

“I was pronounced King of the north only recently, why should I have you use the title when I am barely used to it myself?”

“Why indeed? You are not what I expected Jon Snow” A smile twitched at Danny’s lips, on cue she turned to Tyrion to show him she approved of Jon and the dwarf couldn’t hold back a scoff.

The sound drew Sansa’s eyes to Tyrion, who’d been staring at her from his spot behind Daenerys and when their eyes met, it took all she had not to run away. He was looking at her with softened eyes, filled with sorrow, not pity, exactly, it was more like grief, and Sansa didn’t want it, not when she knew her own eyes reflected her own grief for what he’d gone trough.

It was winter, Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow were meeting for the first time with smiles in their faces while Sansa Stark and Tyrion Lannister were stuck momentarily mourning for each other with one look.

He mourned the brave girl who liked lemon cakes and songs, while she mourned the good humored imp who’d once made her life a little better.

They weren’t those people now and only the two of them could really understand what it was like to mourn the death of someone who was alive and well.

“Neither are you” Jon replied back and by the sound of his tone, Sansa knew he was interested in their visitor.

So Sansa offered them refreshments and let Winterfell’s servants lead Danny’s entourage to their chambers.

Tyrion was only relieved to get the first meeting over with and to escape the annoying raised eyebrow of Varys, he didn’t want to answer the spymaster’s unspoken questions

Soon they would all talk and it was only a matter of time before someone with a long enough memory recalled that for all intents and purposes, the hand of the dragon Queen was still married to the King of the North’s sister.

…..To be continued

an: I am no George R.R so excuse the lack of “wow” factor, this needed to be written and evidently nobody was going to do it for me, so here you have it, I hope you like it


AU where Krypton didn’t explode and Chris grew up to be the General of Kryptonian Army and Jon the High Priest of the Religious Guild!

Also they’re promised to each other as an effort to strengthen the bond between the two forces guarding Krypton (and its two powerful families: House of El and House of Zod)

I think I’ll develop more of this AU :’)