dark!dany

“Jon,” Sansa says quietly, her hands twisting together in front of her. “Tell me the truth. Do you love her?” He starts, eyes widening. “Love her?” That’s all the confirmation she needs, but Jon rushes onward, stepping closer to her, hands outstretched and voice nervous, reassuring, as if he were a husband swearing to his wife that he loves only her. “Sansa, no, no, gods, after this, I hope I never have to see her again.” // The Season 8 we deserved. (and that the characters deserved) (yeah i'll die mad about s8, sue me)

The newly crowned King Jon Stark must navigate a complex web of human and supernatural enemies, political alliances, false friends, new and old family bonds, and most of all doubts about his own identity and worthiness to keep the North safe.

After Lady Caitriona Norrey's father forces her into an unwanted betrothal to a southern lord, she and her elder brothers hatch a plan: disguise herself as a boy and hide in the Night's Watch. But dark forces are at work across Westeros and beyond, ancient evils threatening the world. To face it, she'll have to find the strength to become the shield that guards the realms of men.

Season 8 reimagined with a Jonsa dark!Jonsa twist, in which Daenerys Targaryen is a villain as much as any other character because all of them are ready to do whatever it takes to survive the Long Night and end up on the victor side of the war that will happen after. Jon is a darker Jon and a political Jon so if you like Jonerys this is not your fic; if you like Jonsa with a dark twist...well I hope to deliver. From the 1st chapter "PRELUDE" «I withheld information I deemed unimportant...right now - she says - we have more pressing matters than the fate of a single woman.» she reasons. The way he looks at her makes her feel like a small child again. A child playing at being a queen. She doesn't like it. I hope I deserve it.They will see you for what you are. «That woman is mine!» He snaps, and there is such a passion behind his intense black orbs that almost sparkle violet.

Melisandre, her father’s priestess, had once tried to teach her that she should be afraid of the darkness. That it was something that ought to be fought and kept away at all costs. It was the Great Other, she’d whisper, but never quite explained what this Great Other then was. Therefore, all those hushed conversations and veiled threats did very little to impress Shireen.The Red Priestess, however, had not failed to instill fear into her. Not of the dark, or of this nameless, voiceless God, but of a simple wooden pole placed on a small stage.