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Wow! This is so good. Because it was in character, it started off fun and then it ended sad. Bonus points for including Edric Dayne’s predicament. Sweet boy is easy to forget about.

I don’t know what’s worse...that Bran knows about Jon’s feelings for Arya (yikes!), or that Sansa and Jon’s argument over Arya’s prospects got so heated that Bran and Rickon didn’t even get to talk about theirs.

Siblings...and cousins...amirite?

I enjoy fics where Daenerys and Jon foremost relate to each other as aunt and nephew, and she’s like, “alright he’s my nephew—I have to help him” and everyone’s like “no, she’s going to use him!” but she doesn’t, so Jon reluctantly resigns to this strange new familial relationship.

In this fic, I want to know what Daenerys would think about this. Especially because Jon has got this temperamental possessiveness that I think she’d have remembered in Viserys.

Jonrya AU: Other Engagements

Summary: The remaining Starks gather some time after the Long Night is won to discuss possible plans for marriages and alliances. With Jon crowned King of the Wall, ruling under Daenerys, High Queen of Westeros, discussion of who will reign by his side as queen over the north is paramount. But Jon is not the only wolf for whom a match must be made.

“Proposals,“ Rickon groaned and tossed back his head, auburn curls glinting. "My spear is still crusted with blood, and we’re already talking of politics?”

“And how long a grace period were you expecting?” Arya snorted, shaking her head. Her dismissive words were born partially of relief. 

She had been speaking with the washer women when Jon found her and pulled her away. He had lead her to a small, stony room, recently rebuilt, containing only two windows, a small side table of wood, and her siblings gathered around in a semi-circle as if for a ritual. 

Her hackles had risen in an instant, but Bran had quickly laid her greatest fears to rest. There was no new tragedy to break their hearts, no new disaster to ravage their land; only the tedious intricacies of a civil society.

“A longer one,” the boy groused. Arya imagined that in his mind, there was likely no tragedy more agonizing than such tedious complexities.

“Oh? Are you inconvenienced?” She tilted her head at him. “Shall we postpone rebuilding the kingdom until the armory’s polished nice and new?”

“Can we?” He asked. For a moment it was difficult for her to tell whether he was serious. Maybe the boy didn’t know himself. She cuffed him lightly over the head with a scoff just to be safe, and the grin that broke on his lips was wild.

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Jon will want me, even if no one else does. - Arya, ASoS

Jon (AGOT) and Arya (ASOS) doubting if Robb will take them as they are, a deserter of the Night's Watch and a young girl forced to kill to survive

Jon (AGOT) and Arya (ASOS) knowing they would be unconditionally accepted by one another

Jon (ADWD) and Arya (AFFC) seeing each other as home

"Your sister," Iron Emmett said, "how old is …"

By now she'd be eleven, Jon thought. Still a child. "I have no sister. Only brothers. Only you." Lady Catelyn would have rejoiced to hear those words, he knew. That did not make them easier to say. His fingers closed around the parchment.

[...] he sang about some stupid lady throwing herself off some stupid tower because her stupid prince was dead. The lady should go kill the ones who killed her prince.

A Feast for Crows, Cat of the Canals

Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger's hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. "Ghost," he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold …

A Dance with Dragons, Jon XIII

(the reverse is also true)