Wait Jon is Aegon’s uncle?In my fic, Wake the White Wolf, Jon is Targaryen just not via R+L=J.
(snippet from my upcoming CA:TWS / AoS fic)
He cupped her cheek with one hand, thumb sweeping lightly over the smooth skin, wiping away the tears, trying to understand what it was she saw in him. What she could ever possibly see in him.
"You keep thinking I’m a good guy," he said softly, hating that he couldn’t be the man she wanted, the man she deserved. "You keep thinking I can change." He saw the shimmer of fresh tears and leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. He would have kissed her lips but he knew where that would lead and, honestly, they didn’t have time for that, as much as he wished they did.
"But you keep forgetting, Skye," he said, still speaking softly, hearing the nearly stealth trained approach of combat boots. Time was up. A heartbeat later, three agents, S.H.I.E.L.D. or HYDRA he didn’t know and didn’t care, were entering the room and he reacted by lifting his gun and firing three shots. The men were dead before they hit the floor, the bullets having ripped through their skulls.
Skye let out a startled cry and stepped back instinctively, looking at him with shock as he calmly lowered his gun.
"I’m not a good guy."