#bodyguard!jon

I know that when you look at me, there's so much that you just don't see

By @notpmahlem and @jalenmara

A million and one thank yous to @justwandering-neverlost for her GORGEOUS moodboard (fun fact! It’s my favorite one so far!! ❤️), and to @adecila for her wonderful beta job!! We really couldn’t not do this without you ladies.

Missandei’s voice seemed far away as Jon pulled the sunglasses from his face to study her, his displeasure written wide across his face. A thrill raced down her spine as she cocked an eyebrow at him, her own smile growing as she continued to walk toward the manse, the rest falling into step with them. “— and we’re expected at Blackwater Grille at seven o’clock. I’ve already advised the board that you’ll have one more guest than previously expected—“

“Three.” Jon’s voice echoed across the lawn, a subtle smile of his own creeping across his face, making Dany feel as if she were somehow caught in a trap of her own making. “If you insist on going to a dinner in yet another unsecured location, then Jorah and Grey are coming with us.”

Wary of whatever he was planning, Dany fought to keep the relaxed smile fixed on her face. “Of course. Missandei, please make the arrangements. Will Mr. Stark also be joining us?”

By @jalenmara and @notpmahlem

Look for it this coming week-

“Are they ready for me?” Daenerys’ voice was fused with a warmth Jon hadn’t heard yet, a friendliness not often heard in a working relationship. Obviously she and Missandei had been paired together for some time, but he had to wonder what had transpired between them to bond them so closely.

“Yes, but before we head down there,” Missandei cleared her throat, a nervous glance at Jon, an apologetic smile at Daenerys. “Tyrion has informed me that Mr. Snow is to be staying here and thought the bedroom next to yours should suffice.”

The roundness of Daenerys’ eyes gave away her surprise even before she spoke, Jon unconsciously angling his body around to meet her wrath head on. “You’re staying here?”

“Of course I am.” Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, he instead clenched his fists before consciously relaxing them again. “‘Round the clock, remember? You think I’m a pain in the arse now, just wait. It’s going to get worse.” He took a step toward her, Daenerys caught neatly between him and the doorframe, her chin raising, allowing her to fix her hot gaze onto him, searing him to the bone. He sucked in a breath, fighting for focus. “Get used to it, Daenerys, I’m going to be your shadow— you’ll trip over me every time you turn around. And by the time they catch this lunatic, you’ll still be alive.”

“I think the room next to me might be overkill.” She spoke through clenched teeth, even more color flooding her cheeks, his eyes drifting to the flush turning the visible flesh of her chest pink, intriguing and forbidden. “We have a guest house.”

“No.” He kept himself from reaching for her, wanting to find some modicum of that scared woman who had clung to him thirty minutes before, his frustration climbing along with her defiance. “I could never get to you in time.”

“Well then, is the room next door going to be close enough?” The words were a seductive purr with a hidden bite to them— she was trying to lure him into complacency. “Maybe you should just move into my room.” She shifted closer, the heat wafting from her soaking into his own skin, making him crave contact, but he stubbornly held his ground. “My bed is big enough for two.”

Godsfuckingdammit!

Peeks around to make sure @jalenmara doesn’t yell at me 😁

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“Tyrion alluded to the fact that Jorah might have a few issues of feelings and blind spots when it come to Daenerys.”