EMILIA CLARKE & KIT HARINGTON || Being the absolute cutest 🩵 @ the Superhero Comic Con. San Antonio, Texas (July 7, 2023)

“What if the Seven Kingdoms, for once in their whole shit history, were ruled by…”

A string that pulled me Out of all the wrong arms, right into that dive bar Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons Wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold Tied me to you

#hot

- requested by anonymous

jonerys appreciation: 9/-

You Are In Love - requested by anonymous

Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow - Created by Nicolas Jamonneau

Available for sale at his Society6 Shop.

Daenerys & Jon + Notable Targaryens  

“The sister of King Aegon the Unworthy and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight was beautiful as well, but hers was a very fine and delicate beauty, almost unworldy. She was a wisp of a woman, smaller even than Dany (to whom she bears a certain resemblence), very slender, with big purple eyes and fine, pale, porcelain skin, near translucent.”

“When Jon had been a boy at Winterfell, his hero had been the Young Dragon, the boy king who had conquered Dorne at the age of fourteen. Despite his bastard birth, or perhaps because of it, Jon Snow had dreamed of leading men to glory just as King Daeron had, of growing up to be a conqueror. Now he was a man grown and the Wall was his, yet all he had were doubts. He could not even seem to conquer those.“

#the makeout that was promised

♕ THE LAST TARGARYENS 

“She sounds like quite a woman. And she’s alone, under siege, no family to guide her or protect her. Her last relation thousands of miles away, useless, dying. A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing.”

Happy birthday @mhysaofdragons

Sweetest Nightmare (Demon Daenerys AU)

Summary: 

What happens when a starving succubus meets a kind mortal in a bar? Add demon hunters who want her dead in to the mix. Would sparks fly? Or would it all end in tragedy?

Notes:

Hello everyone! I know… It’s been forever. I apologise. 

This fic is one that has been a work in progress for months since just before GoT ended. The biggest reason for that? Loss of motivation and inspiration. Then, came finishing uni, moving countries, losing a family member and pure exhaustion. Life demanded that I take a step back from writing. So, I did.

But, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t abandon this ship and my fics so I recently decided to start writing again. It hasn’t been easy coming back. Dealing with bout after bout of writer’s block, grief etc. First time back after so long? I pray this doesn’t disappoint haha. Hope you guys like it! 

As per usual, I have to give a thank you and a big bear hug to @midqueenally​ for helping me with this moodboard >3<

Thank you @waytoomanyhobbies​ for helping me out so much along the way too <3.

PS: @adecila​​ the idea for this fic was born partly from a certain one of yours ;). I promised you I’d give this to you ages ago. It’s finally here!

Chapter I: Prey Turned Predator

~Preview~

Dear Satan, she was starving.

If she didn’t find sustenance by the time this bar closed, she just might keel over, well before the sun rose up to greet the day. That was beside the point. Her true identity coming to light could undoubtedly pass off as high-quality cosplay, so that wasn’t an issue either. What she worried about was losing her means of defending herself. Having spent this long with abilities that made her a far cry from human, she dreaded to think what it would be like to have them stripped away from her, to be rendered mortal once more. Judging from the fact that she could no longer separate the filth from the innocent mortals, her powers were already beginning to diminish to dwindling.

Giving the room a cursory glance, Daenerys cursed that bastard, his cronies and their bloody perfect timing.

Two Weeks Ago - The Dragon Pit

In her long life, she had patronized establishments such as this one countless of times. To find one teeming with the absolute filth of society was not uncommon. But this one? This hunting ground was one of her favourites. It was a seedy night club down by the water where rich white men went behind their wives’ backs to gallivant with ladies of the night. It was the perfect place for them to pick up women and no one would give a damn, if they were to say… disappear without a trace the next day. These men were her sustenance of choice. Oh, how effortless it was to pick those poor sheep out of the crowd!

This night was no different.

Tonight’s meal was gyrating against one of the dancers, prodding at her lower back with his crotch. He trapped her to him with his meaty paws gripping her tightly around the waist. Even a fair distance away the grimace that graced the young girl’s face could be seen under the strobing lights. Licking her lips, Daenerys smiled to herself. This man’s aura oozed around him like sludge, so much so his face was almost completely obscured by its muddy brown hue. He must have been a man who had done despicable things. What things? Those details were irrelevant. Adding an extra sway to her hips, Daenerys made her way across the dance floor toward her intended victim. All she needed to know was that despicable men made tasty meals.

Tonight, she would feed. 

One less adulterer would walk this earth come morning.

It was really too easy.

A brief flash of her cleavage, a coy smile and a crook of her finger had the clueless fool following her over to a secluded booth in the back corner. There they sat, his eyes firmly fixated on her chest as if just by looking hard enough, he would be able to see more of her. The band on his left-hand ring finger that shackled the fool to his poor spouse at home, most likely rocking their baby to sleep, left a dull cold sensation on Daenerys’ thigh. Greasy hands groped at her flesh, desperate to touch her beneath her skirt.

Batting her eyes at him, Daenerys decided that she must have been doing her job well because the buffoon all but leapt across the small gap separating them, deciding to go in for a kiss. The cologne he wore invaded her personal space in an instant like a miasma, pulsating along to the ebb and flow of his sludge like aura.

The urge to gag was so strong that she had to turn her head away from him. The silly man lapped greedily at the guise of her offering him her neck and it was exactly the moment, when his pair of slimy lips landed on her skin that she noticed a bearded man entering the club.

He was portly, all clad in leather and flanked by two younger humans, a male and a female. They made an odd trio what with the two towering over the bearded man. It was clear to Daenerys however, that the stout man was the boss. She couldn’t tell what he was saying to them from where she sat but, the gesture of his hands told her that the lackeys had just been issued an order. An order to split up.  Were they the police on a raid? 

Ordinarily, she wouldn’t have bat an eye but, this man and his underlings…

No, they weren’t the police.

Biting back a hiss, a scowl etched its way onto her face.

They were demon hunters.

Read the full chap on Ao3 :). Stay safe, stay healthy everyone!