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The long winter may have finally ended and peace in nearly all 7 kingdoms but safety is an ever receding line.
Jon's eyes slowly open with the drawing sun bouncing off the fresh snow and into he and Lyanna's shared chambers. The same chambers his aunt and uncle shared and Sansa once used. He hated waking up to an empty bed but Lyanna was sick almost every morning for a fortnight. It had yet to dawn on him as to why. "I'll have Sam take a look at her soon if this continues" he thought to himself. But was immediately snapped out of his thoughts by Lyanna opening and closing the chamber door behind her as she lightly steps over the still sleeping ghost in the middle of the room.
Without a word she crawled back into bed and snuggled up to Jon and resting her head on his chest. Lightly brushing her small hands over the scars he still carries on his body. There seemed to be something of grave importance on her mind but she has yet to saying. The silence was madding so he decided to break it.
"You've been awfully quiet these last few days. Is there something I'm missing? You know it's treason keeping secrets from a king." He said with a small grin.
Instead of actually responding she simply lifted her head from where it rested on his chest and looked him square in his black eyes. A look of worry and maybe fear stretched across her face. Upon noticing the look on her face Jon's grin faded fast. He sat up in an instance.
"Lyanna, what's wrong?" Heavy worry in his voice.
"You are no longer the last targaryen, Jon." She finally spoke.
After a moment of dumbfounded silence from him, he locked his arms around her and crushed his lips to Hers. She did her best to fight back tears of joy but when she felt them start to fall from his eyes she simply gave in to her emotions and hers began to fall as well. As far as she was concerned, they never had to get out of that fur covered bed again.
*
Arya's eyes popped open the moment the door to her and Gendry's chambers opened. But quickly closed them right back when she saw that it was just her husband with a large raw deer's leg in his arms. He placed the leg right in front of nymeria who was completely disinterested in the food. He stood with his hands on his hips and a confused look on his face.
"She hasn't been eating right for nearly 2 moons. What's gotten into you girl?" Gendry said while softly petting the large beast on the head.
"She's pregnant." Arya exclaimed without even opening her eyes or lifting her head from the bed.
"How do you know?" He said, sounding a bit mystified by his wife's statement.
"Feel her tummy" still with her eyes closed.
Gendry ran his hand across the wolf's stomach slowly while applying as little pressure as he could and shocked he let out a gasp.
"She's pregnant!" He yells.
But before Arya could even respond Jon bursted into the room.
"Who told you about Lyanna!? We haven't told anyone yet!"
Arya's eyes finally shot open and she was on her knees in the middle of the bed in seconds.
"WAIT WHAT?" As she and gendry simply stared at the king with looks of complete shock.
"... I thought you two were talking about Lyanna." Jon said. Face turning completely red.
Gendry stands suddenly and embraces Jon with a powerful hug. "Congratulations, brother. I honestly could not imagine a better father... Well, besides me one day " turning to look at Arya with a cheeky smirk. She was still in the middle of the bed gathering her thoughts before she eventually sprung up and dove on Jon with an even tighter hug than her overly large husband had just given him.
"I'm so fucking happy! Oh my god. When have to go tell everyone! Where is Sansa and Brienne?"
Jon sat his sister back on the ground and looked to both her and Gendry.... "I'm really happy that you know now but we have to keep this just between us for right now and maybe Sansa and Bran but no one else can know yet. Lyanna isn't ready to say anything yet until we have Sam take a look at her first. OK, promise me"
With light sighs they both agreed.
"And wait... What were the two of you talking about before I came barging in like an idiot?"
"Nymerias pregnant. Probably going to give birth to a large litter." She said with joy in her voice.
"That's amazing! " he said bending down to run his hand gentlely across the wolf's stomach. "I'm sure ghost will be happy to be an uncle. With a laugh.
*
They all sat quitely in the dinning hall having supper until Sansa finally broke the silence.
"... So is no one going to ask the obvious question or should I?" When no one, not even Bran opened their mouth she continued... "Lyanna I'm very happy for both you and Jon but what will his or hers name be? "
Without answering Lyanna and Jon just looked a bit confused by her question.
"What do you mean, lady Sansa?" Lyanna finally replied.
"I mean are you carrying a Stark or a Targaryen?" Sansa said bluntly.
"Is this the most important question right now Sansa?" Arya said, sounding very annoyed at her older sister's horrible timing.
"Well he is king in the north. The north has always belonged to the starks and he is half Stark on his mother's side" Sansa tried explaining.
Before Jon could even speak Lyanna stood and said "he is also, by name a targaryen. Jhearys targaryen. The name he himself has chosen to use. So to answer your question, I am carrying a targaryen. And if anyone in the entire kingdom wishes to question his right to be king because of his true name, they can either leave the northern lands for good or be put to the sword." And with that she and Jon retired to their chambers for the night. Calmly walking out of the dinning hall.
Arya looking at her sister and shaking her head. "Ignorant cunt". Under her breath.
After a few awkward moments sitting in silence
Bran turned to Arya and gendry and simply stated " I would like the tan and brown one"
"What?" With a puzzled look on her face.
Bran continued "when nymeria has her litter, there will be 5 pups. A solid white pup with red eyes. Two twin pups with completely black fur and green eyes. A grey and tan pup and a tan and brown pup. I would like that one. She looks just like the one I lost in that cave to white walkers"
Still in awe at his abilities sometimes they both just stared at him for a few moments. It was Gendry that finally spoke.
"Sure. Why not?" With a small laugh.
Bran simply smiled and had Sansa rolled him back to his chambers.
*
Back in their own chambers, Arya laid stretched out in the bed in a beautiful nightgown. With a large wolf on one collar and a large stag on the other.
"What a fucking cunt" she expelled angrily.
"Are you still on about that?" Gendry asked, pacing the floor getting ready for bed.
"Yes! We received news about our family growing even more and she meets that news with dry pointless questions. Lyanna had every right to parden herself."
"Love, she's your sister. You know how she can be at times. She's been through a lot." Gendry said finally making his way over to the bed.
"We all have! That doesn't give a person the right to be a cunt!" She yelled. Practically spiting flames from her mouth.
"I agree. But you know she's going to be around a lot more I assume."
"Fuck that. We won't be" she said fuming.
"What do you mean?" Gendry looked puzzled.
"Let's go to Storm's end." As She slides closer to him on the bed. "You're the rightful heir to that entire castle. The mad queen had it wiped clean of anything with your father's sigil on it. But you are his only remaining heir. It's yours. Take it. " putting her hand in his.
And without a word Gendry simply nods with a very Stern look on his face. Tightly squeezing her hand in his Before kissing her passionately.
*
Jon, draped across the bed in just his night clothes with his face buried in large pillows as Lyanna sits at her mirror brushing her long black hair and ghost at her side.
The room is nearly dead silent except for the icy wind brushing branches into the castle walls.
Lyanna suddenly broke the silence.
"Despite her brash way of asking, lady Sansa does present an interesting question. What ARE we going to name him?" She said sounding deep in thought. She put her brush down on her night stand and climbed into bed.
Jon mumbled out a reply with his face still buried in pillows. Much to her irritation.
"I can't hear you fool!" Smaking him with the biggest pillow on the bed.
He sat up smiling from ear to ear. "I said rheagar" with a small laugh.
Lyanna was in shock and couldn't hide it from her face. "I believe that would be perfect my ki__" ... His lips are on hers before she can even finish her thought and before she knew it her back was the very same pillow she had hit him with.
Their kiss deepened and became more hungry and Savage. She could feel herself getting wet. Lyanna panting and the sound of the fireplace crackling was all to be heard. And the sound of wet kisses on her neck.
Jon grew impatient and simply ripped her beautiful nightgown off in a single motion. Turning her on even more and causing her to desperately fight to get his small clothes off. She didn't even need to work him cause he's already rock hard by the time her hand reaches him. Unable to wait he forcefully pushes into her and her walls clench around him. Her head rolls back and hits the bed as her eyes slam shut.
"God yes, please my king" is all she can muster.
He laughed to himself. "Even now still so formal"
But he's taken out of his thoughts by her reaching up and pulling him down to her for a rough desperate kiss as he starts to move in and out of her now dripping wet cunt.
Faster and faster. More savage than loving making. Each thrust deeper than the last. She knows when he is about to reach his limit when he starts biting her neck like a hungry wolf that's finally caught its prey. Her walls tighten as he spills inside of her. Nearly collapsing on top of her but being sure not to crush her. She didn't mind at all. Still coming down from her high.
*
The following morning was painfully awkward. Everyone sat in nearly complete silence and all that could be heard was the sound of the forks and knives hitting plates and chewing.
Tormund, continually brushing his foot up and down Brienne's leg whom was sitting directly across from him. In a desperate attempt at playing footsey. Patience running out she slams her foot on his causing it to slam into the top of the table. Gaining everyone's attention except Bran whom obviously saw it coming. Everyone else silently returning to their breakfast a moment later, annoyed at the consistently feuding couple.
Arya suddenly breaks the silence.
"Jon, Gendry and I have talked at length last night and we are leaving winterfell. " completely deadpan. She continued
"Gendry was legitimized by the king in the north himself after the war with the night king was won. He's king Robert's only living heir and that means Storm's end is rightly his land. We would like to go there and claim it. With your consent, your grace." With a slick grin.
Shocked but completely understanding wanting your home back... Jon simply nods his head. "How many men will you need?"
"We aren't sure just yet. I was going to ride down in a few days to find out just how many lords there are still loyal to house baratheon. " Gendry said
"You do understand that becoming lord of that castle would make you a king, correct? It is the most powerful castle in Storm's end and you have the most powerful right to claim that kingdom. ... And I've never met a man more deserving. Of course the entire north will stand behind your claim as well as the freefolk, bear island and the knights of the vale which have always been loyal to house baratheon. Jon Arryn was even your father's hand for many years before my uncle Ned." Jon said, firmly but friendly.
Lyanna couldn't hold back the smile on her face. Her new brother was in fact one of the greatest most kindhearted people she has ever met. He's also helped her on the battlefield more than once with that massive warhammer. But it would be sad to see him go. Not to mention Arya was the closest thing to a best friend that she had ever had. Both were so similar in so many ways. They clicked immediately upon there first meeting.
Sansa sat back just stunned. Speechless. Her little sister was about to become a queen.
*
Nearly four moons had past before Gendry and Arya together returned from their ride down south to call to all the lords of storm's end. After all that time they alone, managed to gather blackhaven, summerhall and bronzegate to stand behind them. The 3 largest castles in Storm's end. Nearly 6 thousand men at his command. There would be no need for a fight. The other lords would not answer the call but also refused contesting his heritage knowing full well that all of the north supported his claim and a war with the north is looked upon as suicide.
It would be less than a fortnight before they finally travel there to stay permanently but Arya refused to leave winterfell until Lyanna had her babe. Which was now eminent.
*
Arya laid face down smothered by thick fur as the night's wind howled outside the castle. A single candle and the dying fire just barely lit the room. "His side of the bed feels cold" she thought to herself while running her hand over the space he usually takes up. Even with this huge bed he still takes up most of it. And Arya doesn't mind a single bit at the feel of his thick arms draped across her bare torso. She hates lately he's had to be spending way more time with Jon than her. But at the same time it takes a king to train one. But by the time he's done for the day, she's fast asleep. Like tonight.
He cracks the door to their chambers and nymeria sits up but immediately lays back down upon realizing who it was and quickly closed her eyes back. Gendry quietly krept around the room, removing his armor and placing his hammer down as quietly as possible as to not wake up his beautiful but fearsome wife. Finally down to just his small clothes and slides into bed, careful not to wake her. Sliding over to her resting on her stomach, he drapes half his arm around her to pull her in only to realize she is stark naked. And suddenly his mind isn't on work anymore. He fights the urge but can't. He runs his hand softly down her back. Stopping just on her ass. "Perfect" he thought to himself. Grabbing it ever so soft. A slight moan escaping from her lips. But her eyes remained close. He could no longer hold back. He needed her.... Right then. Without thinking he removed his small clothes and positioned himself just behind her ass after lining himself up with her entrance, slowly guided himself in. A much louder moan escaped her lips. Now staring back up at him with his eyes forced shut in utter bliss. Her head immediately slams back into the pillows to stifle another loud moan before she reaches back up at him to pull him into a kiss. Feeling him go deeper and deeper into her. Hitting her spot as he started thrust deeper and more desperately. Slamming down into her hard. Refusing to stop until he finally heard her breath out, panting. "I'm Cumming. Fuck fuck fuck" and that pushed him over the edge as she tightened around him and pushed deep into her as he spilled.
Panting, he collapsed right onto her. Still stealing kisses and refusing to pull himself from her.
"I don't know where that came from but I also completely don't give a fuck" she said, still panting.
"It came from me realizing just how much I missed you today. And how much of a fool I am for not doing the same exact thing every night Ary" with the biggest smile.
"... I love you" she said. Now regaining her composer but heart still beating quickly.
Gendry, rolling over to look her right in her beautiful eyes.
"I love you more ... M'lady" he replied with a huge grin.
Her response is to tag him right in the arm with a jab.
"Ouch shit!" But still laughing at her tiny little angry face. Her glare could frightenen an entire army but not her big idiot... He was somehow immune.
*
A single fortnight after their wedding in the courtyard of winterfell, of course Lyanna would happen to fall into labor during a small blizzard. Jon thought it was actually a good sign much to Sansa's dismay. It took hours of screaming and a missve about of time but when it was finished, nurse walked out placing the in his fathers hands. Bran, Jon, tormund, Sam and Gilly all had been waiting with bated breath to meet the little guy. Jon starred down in utter shock. The most beautiful child he had ever seen. Half open Violet eyes and inches of soft silver white hair. Jon, son in hand stormed back into the birthing room only to hear another's cry. Lyanna was holding yet another child. Freshly cleaned up and tightly tucked into her mother's arms. Jon slowly approached the new mother with his eyes now glassy and red face. She looked up to him and smiled a soft smile he had never once seen on her face before. Speechless all he could do was place a soft kiss on her lips.
Arya, the only other person that had been allowed to stay in the room finally spoke with a massive teasing girn. "Well, if he's Rheagar... What's her name gonna be?" Smiling at both Jon and Lyanna.
Without too long of a pause, Lyanna finally answered. Looking down at her little girl's thick black hair and her father's black and grey eyes and back up to Arya's beaming bright smile.
"Arya. Arya Targaryen."
Dumfounded, she could barely stand still wrapping her arms around her sister and softly brushing her niece's thick hair out of her face. Jon could not have been more overjoyed at the sight.
Gendry, Tormund, Brienne, Sansa, Bran, Sam and Gilly finally come pouring into the room along with a band of bear island soldiers dying to see the now two heirs to their house.
"If there was any doubt as to your parentage now, that's long gone." Sam said, softly touching the silver haired child.
"Aye, I imagine you're right." With a chuckle.
*
It's been nearly a fortnight since rheagar and Arya's birth but though you still hear them whaling at times, you didn't see them often. Lyanna was going through her nesting phase and rarely let anyone in the castle into her and Jon's chambers. Arya and Sansa being two of the only ones that could enter at will. Bran could but he had no interest in such things.
*
Arya had been busy training with Brienne for most of the day and handling the final perpetrations for her and Gendry ride down south to fully claim his and her throne's at Storm's end. On her way back to her and Gendry's chambers, she stopped by to check on the new mother and queen in the north. Before heading on to her room. But she was shocked at the sight she was met with.
Blood everywhere. Gendry on his knees in front of nymeria with bloody hands. Nymeria slowly sits her head up and gives a muffled bark to arya as if to let her know she was okay.
"Why didn't you come find me!" She yelled
"Love, I was kinda caught up in something at the time." He said gesturing to nymeria.
"Where are they!?" She yelled looking around.
Just as he unfolded a blanket on the floor which revealed 5 small but chubby direwolf pups already trying to walk. Arya gasped in utter shock. Bran was dead on. One white one that looks just like ghost. Two twin black pups. One tan and brown and one grey and brown. She was almost sick of him always being right but she was snapped out of that thought with a serious revelation. The twin black pups... Should obviously go to Lyanna's two newborns. Bran can have his brown and tan pup. Sansa's son Milo will have the brown and grey pup. And her and Gendry would keep the little ghost pup... Also the runt in the litter amazingly. She would wait two fortnights before giving them to their soon to be owners. "They can ride down to Storm's end and pick them up once we have a feast to celebrate the new king and queen of the kingdom." She said with a cocky glare.
*
Getting down to Storm's end was a much harder feat than Arya had thought it would be. She was road sick the entire why down. Threw up on gendry twice but he still wouldn't stay even inches away from her the whole way down. They let the now running jumping small pack of wolves out to run and stalk around the entire gounds as they tried to set to wok on getting everything up and going. Arya was still feeling ill so Gendry forced her to go see the measter. Kicking and screaming but he got her there.
Only to fund out it wasn't the road making her sick... She was pregnant. Maybe 2 moons the measter advised.
Gendry now balling his eyes out and spinning her around the room locked in his arms couldn't be more ecstatic about it all. Kissing her and mixing both of their tears together.
She thought to herself "So now I know who is going to get little ghost. And he's most likely going to be Jon's favorite nefew anyway. Sorry Sansa." With her hand on her stomach and a evil grin in her eyes.