Hello Nuggies! Welcome to my first GOT/ASOIAF fic. I will be changing things with the history and biology and stuff, but that's fanfic for y'all, if you have an issue with it you don't have to read this. Otherwise, I do hope you enjoy this fic! This fic will be posted on both FFN and Ao3, but of course any spicy scenes will have to be pulled from FFN and so y'all can read that on Ao3. I will warn y'all this fic will have M!Preg and therefore Slash (male pregnancy for those that don't know what mpreg is). Now that those warnings are out of the way, please enjoy.

Pair: Jon/Oberyn (Maybe Jon/Oberyn/?)

Chapter Warning(s):

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own anything pertaining to the GOT/ASOIAF franchises. They belong to their rightful owners, I write this for entertainment, not profit. I make no money from writing this.

Enjoy!

Jaevon felt like the journey over the mountains was never going to end. There were countless nights curled up on furs with Ghost at his back and longer days trekking upwards and through small rivers and when there looked to be the end only showed that there was another mountain to climb. Jaevon spent much time training with the khalasar and Khal Bharbo honing his skills with various weaponry and being taught skills he never had to learn before. He was quite skilled with daggers and bows given his smaller stature, but abysmal when it came to clubs and spears. His skills in swordsmanship was where he excelled at and he gave all credit to his past life even if he did have to train up this body to be able to use the skill. His hand to hand, while not the best, was still good enough that he could get out of many different holds and knew where to hit people of any gender where it hurt the most.

He hunted, feasted, and lived like a khalasar and Jaevon didn't know when the last time he felt so free was. It was almost a sad day when they reached the top of the last mountain six months into their journey. The city of Braavos from this high up was awe inspiring even though there was a thick fog casting over it this early in the morning. It was a large island situated in the middle of large mountains that had gaps where travellers could sail into their port. Jaevon could just barely see the Titan of Braavos where he stood.

"This is where we leave you, little fighter," spoke Bharbo as the man stopped to stand beside Jaevon, "We are needed elsewhere."

"Thank you Khal Bharbo, I won't forget what you and your khalasar have done for me," Jaevon said with a polite bow of his head even though it wasn't needed. The Khalasar didn't care for formalities like head bowing.

"All I ask is that you stay safe and perhaps one day we will meet again," Bharbo said, a small uptick of his lips betraying the slight amusement the man felt at the notion. Oh the man had no doubt that he would meet this little fighter again.

"Perhaps we will," Jaevon replied simply before taking a deep breath and started the trek down the mountain with Ghost, his ever loyal friend, beside him. He had learned a lot with the Dothraki, much more than he had learned in his previous life, but now it was time to return home.

Or so Jaevon thought.

Getting home seemed to be a lot harder than Jaevon had first expected. Once he was successfully in the city, even though the ferryman at the main land port was hesitant on letting Ghost on the ferry, and had found the Bank there was no one else that would let Ghost on their ships. The Bank had plenty of money in the family account, which he silently thanked his mother for even though it seemed like way too much to leave in a bank overseas, and he could pay for provisions for himself and Ghost for the journey across the sea, but no one wanted the large direwolf on the ship.

Feral they all called Ghost.

"Feral, my ass," Jaevon muttered as he kicked a stone along the empty street that first night making some noise from stone hitting stone, "Ghost is far from feral."

And yet another ship had declined his request for a ride and it wasn't like he could just say that he was a Targaryen to get a ride. That would almost guarantee his kidnapping or death. With another rejection dancing in his mind made him wonder if he should see about a more permanent place to stay since staying in one of the inns was getting to be a bit pricey. Obviously he needed time to secure a ride and that would only work if he had money to spend on such a thing and Jaevon didn't know how long it would take until someone finally said yes. That brought him back to the Bank, where yes, there was a document that showed that there was a Targaryen owned home. It was more of a getaway home when one of the members of the family needed some time away from the rest and as far as the Bank knew there was no one there.

It was on the edge of Braavos giving an uninterrupted view of the mountains that surrounded the city and the sea. It was quite beautiful and all it needed was a clean up which Jaevon had no problem with doing. And so now here he was a few weeks into his Braavos stay with still no way home and yet another rejection from the captains of the ships he had previously asked just to make sure they hadn't changed their minds. He didn't think it would have been this difficult, but it was. He was beginning to lose hope when he spotted a ship with a familiar flag dancing in the wind. He had noticed that when ships came into port that they would have a flag of which family owned which ship. He didn't know if they still did that in his past life, or at least if they did it he never learned of it before he left for the Wall.

He kept his eye on the orange flag with a spear piercing the sun for as long as he could before it disappeared around the bend to stop at the port. If the Martell family was here perhaps he could bargain his way onto their ship when the time comes that they leave Braavos to head back to Westeros. It could be his only chance. Jaevon jumped up off the chair he had been sitting in to get ready to go into the town. He hoped to see which member of the Martell family had come. It was before Doran had to be confined to his chair so perhaps it was him and it would take a bit longer to convince the older Martell to help him get to Westeros. If it were Oberyn however, Jaevon had a plan for that, and that most probably involved a promise to bed him. It was well known that Oberyn took great pleasure in other bodies, male and female, and Jaevon was conscious of himself enough to know that he was rather good looking. Something pretty enough to catch Oberyn's eye. Even this young.

If he remembered all of the snippets he had heard of Oberyn's early life it could very well be several years before he could put his plan into action which meant several years still being stuck here in Braavos. He knew Oberyn had come to Braavos in his early tens to study under the Maesters in the Citadel and then went on a journey with some group or another through Essos and fought in the pits in Meereen before heading back to Westeros. If who arrived here was Oberyn he could at least try and catch his eye and plant the seed that the Martell needed to take him when he left for Westeros.

After getting ready in his good clothes Jaevon hurried out of the house leaving Ghost lounging on the couch. He hurriedly walked to the port, but didn't run as he didn't want to make it seem like he was up to something. Even though he very much was. He made his way along the path that laid beside the water to get to the port, and while it was the faster way, Jaevon still didn't make it to see which Martell it had been on the ship. Already there were the dock workers unloading things while a few men, dressed to seem like guards, ushered a much smaller person between them.

If Jaevon had to guess it was the Martell he was looking for, but the cloak the Martell wore covered them completely and made it so that he couldn't tell which Martell it was. Jaevon took a deep breath before letting out a long sigh. He would have to tail them, just to see which one it was.

His day just got longer.

In the end Jaevon hadn't been able to find the Martell. He wondered if he had been holed up in one of their homes here in Braavos or if they had already left the city. He may have had the time to keep searching, but he didn't have the mental fortitude to do so. In the end, if the Martell wasn't here in Braavos, then Jaevon would leave to find him and hope that he wouldn't miss him on the journey. He would have stayed, but then again none of the ships here would let him bring Ghost on board, so the best thing to do would be to leave the city and either find the Martell, or someone that would take him and Ghost to Westeros.

So with that in mind, Jaevon once again, made a change in his plans. He spent the next couple of weeks preparing for it. Drying meats and fruits and baking breads to make food last longer on the road, gathering newer weapons such as a new knife and a bow with a few arrows, and securing funds to take with them. He even was able to purchase a horse, thick and stocky, but agile and only a few years old, not even close to its breeds' prime age yet. It was fully black in color with bright amber colored eyes, its mane was long as well as its tail and it had long feathers on its legs. The horse looked more like a show horse than a working or journey horse, but he was now Jaevon's horse all the same and as long as he could run then he was just as good a horse as any other.

The most important part was that the horse, who he decided to name Phantom as a pair name with Ghost, didn't mind the Direwolf. If anything the two got along like two peas in a pod. Jaevon had gotten Phantom to help him get around Essos quicker as Ghost wouldn't be able to carry him much longer as he grew. He spent more than he wanted on Phantom, but he knew it would be worth it in the end. After buying what he needed, such as bags and Phantom's saddle and some extra food for the horse, Jaevon was ready to go. It didn't take long to pack, and go to the Bank for a few more coins and tell them that he was leaving the city for the time, and ready Phantom with his bags and saddle. He also already secured a ride with the ferryman that had taken him and Ghost to the mainland months ago. The man remembered him and didn't mind Ghost on his ferry since the Direwolf acted so well the first time.

It didn't take long to get to the ferry and secure Phantom and Ghost in their places for the couple of hours ride to the other side of the lake. Soon enough the earth crunched under their feet, the Shivering Sea was at their back, and the vast land of Essos lay before them once more. Perhaps he wouldn't find the Martell, perhaps it was a mistake leaving, but there was something there. Something tugging at his very core telling him that this was the right choice, leaving Braavos and journeying through Essos again. He had planned points to go to this time, decided after further research upon this land from his stay in Braavos, and even if he didn't find this Martell, then he would be okay. He would find his way home. Even if he had to hatch the precious egg in his satchel much sooner than he wanted and fly his way there.

As Jaevon steadied himself on top of Phantom, and urged the horse to go, the thought that the Martell he was chasing down wasn't Doran, nor Oberyn, had not crossed his mind at all.