Reverence

Jonerys/Snowstorm Season 8 Fix-it fic

One of my mutuals on Twitter got me to write this, and I'm honestly pretty proud of it. Season 8 was shit, but I did my best with what we were given.

CW: for grief, miscarriage, grief about miscarriage, aunt/nephew incest (they're Targaryens and it's Game of Thrones, this is pretty self explanatory lol), light smut

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She could feel him pulling away from her, ever since he found out what they really were to one another. It hadn’t mattered to her, why should it? She was a Targaryen — he was too, though he hadn’t grown up as one — their ancestors wed brother and sister to one another for centuries, what Jon and Daenerys were to one another was innocent compared to that. Yet it hurt, Gods, did it hurt. Because she could still see how much he wanted her, how much he wanted things to go back to the way they were before he knew they were related, and yet he wouldn’t allow himself to. Couldn’t forget. She could feel herself tearing at the seams because of it. In this foreign place that should have been home, yet never had been. She saw the way people looked at her, the way they looked at her people: disdain in their eyes, curses on their tongues just waiting to be spoken. It didn’t matter that she was here to save them. It didn’t matter that she was putting her own war on hold for them, that she had brought her armies and her dragons — they would never see her as their savior. To them, she was a foreigner who had brought an army of savages to their lands. Someone who would use her dragons and armies to subjugate them, just like Aegon and his sisters did before her.