'The best way to make alliances, is with marriage.' Daenerys Targaryen sits on the Iron Throne. Days after arriving in Westeros, the Lannister forces were destroyed; in a reign of fire and blood not seen since Aegon's conquest. As the ash settles she turns her gaze north, where a bastard calls himself king and the people eye her with fear and suspicion. Intent on unifying the realms of north and south, she rides her army to Winterfell, armed with a proposition that could ensure peace for generations to come. Jon Snow - battle weary and reluctant - has been crowned King of The North. Heralded a hero after the battle of The Bastards, he has no designs on the Iron Throne for himself. Haunted by what he's seen beyond the wall, Jon welcomes Daenerys Targaryen, fully intent on bending the knee, knowing he will need her support in the Great War still to come. Jon is stunned by Daenerys's proposition - offered to him atop the snow covered walls of the castle he grew up a bastard with a bastard's name. As Jon finally confronts his destiny, he will be forced to question everything he has ever known about himself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *DISCLAIMER* This is GoT Fanfiction. This is an alternate take on the ending of GoT which in terms of timeline would be set after the events of SEASON 6 of the TV show. The books are perfect and I shall not be messing with them. *ANOTHER DISCLAIMER* I do not own these characters. George RR Martin does and are featured in his series of novels: A Song of Ice and Fire. This is mainly Jonerys fanfic. Some of your other favourite characters may appear, but they will be secondary because Jonerys is endgame, Jonerys is the only show in town, Jonerys is life, Jonerys4Life... Ad infinitum. This is essentially a complete rewrite of the last two seasons of the show which feels completely necessary at the moment for to me to nurse this broken heart. Updates whenever - I shouldn't even be writing this!

They call us the Pyros. We are just like Them-in size, in manner, in form. We speak the same language. We walk by the same synchrony of nerve and flesh and bone, and more importantly-intention. One leg out in front of the other. Switching legs, and repeating. We breathe the same way as Them - the involuntary movement of muscle, the rising of our chests, the filling of our lungs. We may require more oxygen than Them, but in the end, oxygen is a luxury indispensable to both kinds. We share the same senses, for the most part. The sense of taste, of smell, of sight. The sense of hearing-listening to the melodious sounds of nature, music, and laughter intertwined with the cacophony of the city during the day, and the wolves that howl at night. We share the sense of touch-of intimacy, of sensation, of emotion. And the sense of betrayal, and the agony that accompanies it. My mother used to say that the Humans had accidentally destroyed their past home, and had nowhere to go. They needed a place to stay, and We had our home to offer. We welcomed them to Ignis, with open arms, and all-too-trusting smiles. I don't believe in accidents. And subsequently, betrayal became the only sense We knew. -- It was only a matter of time before Humans completely destroyed the Earth. With the weapons they amassed, and the pollution that wreaked havoc on the environment- it was in inevitable their home would become uninhabitable. That was the genesis of the Great Migration. Hundreds of millions of Humans were relocated to the distant planet of Ignis, pre-inhabited by the native Ignites, a superhuman species. At first, there was unity. Ignites and Humans lived peacefully among each other, without problems. Then, there was discrimination. And then, there was genocide.

Book 2 of The Famoux Trilogy! Updated every Friday for #FamouxFriday.

Leaving behind everything she's ever known, Emilee enters a world of high glamour and even higher stakes. The new freedom that comes with being a part of the Famoux is intoxicating, but behind the perfect image lies an ugly truth - being popular is a matter of life or death. ***** Out of the wreckage of environmental collapse, the country of Delicatum emerged. Its most popular celebrities are the Famoux, uniquely beautiful stars of a reality TV show called the Fishbowl. In a world still recovering from catastrophe, they provide a 24/7 distraction. Sixteen-year-old Emilee Laurence is obsessed with the Famoux - they provide a refuge from her troubled home life and the bullies at school. When she receives an unimaginable offer to become a member herself, she takes it. But soon she realizes that fame can be deadly... Content and trigger warning: This story depicts mental health issues and contains scenes of violence. [[word count: 350,000-400,000 words]]

When Velvet Carter passes Testing for a mysterious and highly-anticipated "Task" called by the government, the people she meets, the challenges she faces, and the things she sees shape her pliable character and might just make her go insane. If she isn't already.