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Jonerys Sultry Summer 2023 | Day 5: Free Choice ❤️ 🏝️ ❄️ | a teaser

I have the first chapter almost done for this fic, inspired by the book “Babymoon or Bust” which my bestie @youwerenevermine recommended to me. It’s totally Jonerys!

Lovely Erika also has a series of MBs for this prompt, see here!

"Daenerys Targaryen. You did say your name was a mouthful."

The sinking sensation gave way to weak knees, and a cold sweat broke out over her, followed immediately by cascading waves of memories.

A low, shy laugh like a dog bark.

A half smile with eyes that still crinkled in the corner.

Lips so sinfully sweet she wanted to cry when he kissed her the first time, hands plunging through her hair, holding her against him.

She swallowed the dry lump in her throat, trying to breathe, if not for her sake than for little Wolfie's sake. Gods knew oxygen was a requirement at this point, more than it ever was before, but of course she was struggling, because he was here.

"You," she gasped, because she couldn't think of anything else.

The memories kept flashing in front of her, blinding her. Even if they weren't, his very presence took up her entire vision. He wasn't a tall man, but he just....was there.

All hard muscle and black jeans and black shirt and...soft black hair tied in a knot at the base of his neck, and his scruffy beard scratching at her hands and.... Fuck! Dany did the best she could, standing as straight as a six-month pregnant belly allowed her while also tottering in her wedges. She clutched her bags to her, trying to seem bigger.

The beach ball on her waist might help with that. "What are you doing here?" she stammered.

The man pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and hit a button on it, lifting it to her. It was a voice memo. Except the voice coming out of the phone belonged to the woman who Dany was going to murder the first chance she got.

"Hey sweets, I know you got my text message, but just in case, here's a bit of insurance. Ran into this hunk banging on your front door about a week ago and convinced him to take my place on the trip. Trust me, hear him out, and I love you! Kisses!"

"She's dead," Dany ground out, glaring at the phone.

The man chuckled, replacing the phone into his pocket. "She was convincing, I'll give her that." He stared at her a moment, his bright gray eyes traveling from the top of her silver hair down to the coral-painted toenails peeking from her espadrilles.

He exhaled hard, his dark brows arching. "I think we need to talk, Daenerys Targaryen."

Her lips pursed. "Well since you followed me here...fine...Mr...." She tinged pink. How was it that the man in front of her had given her the best night of her life, absolutely fucked her to oblivion, with the most for curling orgasms, not to mention impregnated her and she didn't even know his name?

Because you guys said no names, no personal details, just one night, that was it. No harm, no foul.

Until the positive pregnancy test a few weeks later.

The man flashed a hard smile. It didn't quite meet his eyes. "Jon. Jon Snow."

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Libra! Happy belated birthday I’m sorry my present is so late, I think @youwerenevermine teased it to you, a drabble to go with her gorgeous moodboard. 🥰 Since it’s taking forever, here is a belated gift— a teaser!

Sweet, lovely, beautiful Dany though was trying. it had been her idea. She wanted to get him back to nature, since he had moved south from Winterfell to King's Landing for her, for her job and sh eknew he missed the cold North. They couldn't get all the way up to Winterfell so the Vale was the closest thing.

He had other plans for his birthday, but kept his mouth shut, as she did the best she could. Each time he tried to change the subject, to get to a point where, maybe he could do what the'd been planning to do for the last six months, and Dany did something to upend the situation.

In her quest to give him the perfect birthday, Dany was somehow messing it up.

Bless her, he thought, as she had zero idea.

He thought of the ring buried deep in his inner coat pocket; ecah time she'd gone to shake out the coat, he'd pounced on it. After three days, he suspected she just thought him oddly attached to the garment. It had been in his head for months he would propose on his birthday. Knowing Dany, she would do somethin gspecial as she had the entire five years they were together, and he would turn the tables on her and ask her to marry him, as the best birthday gift he could ever have.

"Dany," he began. He was going to do it. Right here, right now. With dried blood on his face and a filthy smelly dog and mountain goat shit scattered through the camp. He stood up and went over to stop her from trying to make the terrible camp coffee she'd gotten at the sporting goods store. It tasted like oil. "Dany, you're freezing, here." He had a great idea; he took off his coat and went to drape it over her shoulders, but she stood so fast, she knocked him backwards.

"Oh! I'm sorry!"

He wheezed, having hit a log on the ground hard. "No problem!" Bloody seven hells.

Dany looked upa t the sky, a fresh rumble of thunder. "Seven hells!" she screamed, stomping her foot in a most un-Dany-like fashion. Her silver braids were a knotted, dirty mess on her shoulders and she was almost in tears. "I looked at the weather, I swear I did!"

"We weren't planning on coming this high up," he tried to comfort her, but she wouldn't hear it.

"This has been a diaster, I'm sick of it!" She kicked over the coffee can, sending it into the flames, which spout up and caught. They both stared at it. Maybe it was oil. She sniffed, her nose red and slightly swollen from the cold. She was getting sick too, but he wouldn't tell her that. She refused to believe it.

He stood up and reached for her, drawing her close. "Dany, shhh, it's alright. It's been fun!"

"You're lying."

"No I'm not, you know I can't lie!" And indeed, he couldn't, because his ears were turning pink and he was trying to avoid her piercing violet eyes, accusing him. He heaved a deep sigh. "I think maybe camping just isn't our thing."

"But it's supposed to be fun!"

"Hmm." Yes, but this definitely wasn't. He scratched his beard. "Maybe it's the Vale." It was cursed or something. It was just rocky and cold and rainy. Definitely not the mountains in winterfell.

Dany snuggled into his chest, her voice muffled. "I wanted you to have a good birthday."

"It is a good birthday!"

"Jon, the mountain goats ran off with your cake!"

Aye, they did. They'd discovered it this morning when she wanted to present it to him, but found it missing. Or else Ghost ate it. He was betting Ghost ate it.

Omg, Mags!!! 😂😂😂😂❤️❤️❤️

First off, thank you so much! I had no idea the camp story you were going to write was for me! 🥹. Erika told me and I just chalked it up to Mag’s and her million one ideas! So thank you making me one of the million and ones 😍🤭

I’m a sucker for camp fics. And humor! Cracky humor, specifically, and this made me giggle. The oil coffee that he’s forcing himself to drink, the bloody face, awful weather, being knocked on his ass…😂 Poor Jon! But ofc he loves his Dany so much so he goes along for the proposal 😍

However, I wasn’t prepared for the goat running away with his cake!!! Wth???!!! 🤣🤣🤣 The image of that is too much.

Thank you so much! You’re so sweet to write a story for me. This teaser was so funny I can’t wait to read the entire thing.

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Jonerys Sultry Summer 2023 ~ Day 1: Caught in a Storm ~ ⛈️ ⚡️ 💨 🌊

Moodboard courtesy of @youwerenevermine ! Enjoy everyone!

He glanced sideways at the storm, shrugging. “Hopefully they’ll fix the power soon.” What was he talking about? The power!?

Dany chuckled, her voice soft. “Oh I kind of like it off. Mysterious.”

They met each other’s gaze again. He bit his bottom lip and broke away quickly. This was more than he’d said to her total in weeks. He felt…dumb. Unsure. Gods Jon, get it together. She was just a woman.

A beautiful woman.

He tried to look back at her paintings, but wasn’t focusing on them because she was standing close. “You’re so focused on your work. I’ve tried to say hello a few times. Wasn’t sure if I was disturbing you.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, scrubbing his face. He flushed a little. “I did want to say hello a few times but…wasn’t sure you wanted visitors.”

“Not most.” Dany tapped her finger on his chest, quiet. “But you? I think I’d make an exception.”

Huh?

He whipped his head to the paintings, wondering what happened next. Did he stand there like a dork? Loudly start talking about the weather? Fuck, he hated doing this sort of thing. He thought of his usual icebreaker, blurting out. “Ghost.”

“Hmm?”

“Ghost, my dog.” He eyed and Ghost, who was laying happily on his side under the table, tail thumping because he knew they were talking about him. “I’m still sorry he ran in here…barging in like that.”

She waved her hand, dismissing the apology. “Poor baby was hot.” She made a face, plucking the front of her tank top. “Damn, you’d think a storm would cool it off a bit. It’s still so hot.”

And then she reached down to the bottom of her tank, crossed her arms and peeled it up and over her head, leaving her in a skimpy red lace bra that left very little to the imagination.

As a writer, Jon had a big imagination.

So this was…unexpected.

[magalidragon]

A Canon Divergence Jonerys Smutty Incest Fic  

Eep! So sorry this is a couple weeks late for the @snowxstormworld​ Jonerys Orgasmic October 2k22-- I know I teased it during the event and it still counted, but I am so sorry it’s taken me this long to actually post the full fic. I’m literally checking off fics as I write them, so on to the next! Enjoy this one and of course thank you to @youwerenevermine​ for the lovely moodboard header!

She was busy studying the bottom of her cup, visible through the last few sips of her wine, when Rhaegar stood up. He held his hands out, beaming; if Rhaegar could beam, it was more a grimace. "Welcome, welcome, my lords and ladies, to the first of what will be a week of celebration, in honor of my sister and my heir, the Princess Daenerys of Dragonstone to..."

There was a sudden murmur, the doors banging open, that had once been closed. Rhaegar froze, staring ahead, caught off guard, and Dany felt the Kingsguard around them shiver, steel whispering against scabbards in the event of a threat. She set her cup down and gazed ahead, curious at who would ever appear so late to such an important event, and to interrupt the King too.

Both double doors leading to the entry hall had opened, muffled screams from many of the ladies-- and a few men-- rippling through the over two hundred guests stuffed into the throne room. She lifted up slightly from her seat to see the commotion, but all she needed was the stiffening of her brother at her side, the sharp intake of breath that belied his still, expressionless face.

A white wolf, snowy and as large as a horse, crept silently into the hall, his massive head swinging from side to side, eyes as red as rubies, and paws as large as the dinner plates before them. He was silent; no growl, snarl, or bark to be had. He was a sentry, a protector, always watching. He reached the throne table, locked eyes with her, and lowered his head briefly, ears twitching, before he moved towards the side of the room.

Boot heels clicked on the stone, everyone silent as the late guest appeared, not a care in the world, arms swinging at his sides. In all black he might have been mistaken for a Night's Watch member, but a closer look would show that his cuffs were embroidered with silver thread, which also ran up the center of his chest, and around the collar of his coat. He had on two silver rings, glinting in the candlelight as he made his way up the center of the hall, ignoring the murmurs and stares.

[magalidragon]

summer joys | a Jonerys drabble

Hey look another drabble, lol. I promise I am working on WW, I can’t write the smut when parents are visiting that’s all, so it’s a little slow. Enjoy this drabble! Also I’m using the beautiful sunshine moodboard from @youwerenevermine 🥰😘

Jon Snow hated his fucking life.

He was currently in the tiny, leaking, overly humid bathroom in the back of the surf shop, scrubbing his skin raw after an absolute shithead of a teenager named Joffrey had thrown up on him post-riptide rescue.

And the fucker’s mother had the gall to say she might sue him because her precious baby was coughing up seawater after almost drowning in the Summer Sea. And he’d saved the little shit.

He needed a new job.

This whole part-time beach lifeguard, part-time surf shop, part-time waiter, part-time valet was a full-time shitshow.

Unfortunately his evil aunt decided he didn’t get any of his uncle’s and adoptive father’s estate for college money so here he was saving every penny in the summer instead of actually enjoying it like everyone around him.

He finished removing the last layer of his skin and stepped out, right into his cousin. “You look like death,” she announced. “Take off the rest of shift.”

“I can’t I told your boyfriend I’d cover for him.” He made a face. “Maybe so you two can go fuck off.”

Arya stuck out her tongue. “Fuck you, by the way noise canceling headphones tonight.”

He gagged, pushing by her and up to the counter, the shop blessedly empty. He took a swig of water from

his bottle, leaning down to tuck it under the counter when he heard a soft, accented voice call out.

“Excuse me?”

Jerking up, he didn’t realize how low he actually had been or how deep he was under the counter, because when he stood so fast, the back of his head cracked loudly under the countertop, sending a shot of pain right down his neck.

“Fuck!” he cursed, rubbing the offended spot, blinking away stars.

The woman who had startled him gasped, hands to her mouth. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you!”

He smiled weakly. “No problem.” And he got a good look at why his brain and decided to play off a concussion instead of get pissed. It was because the woman in front of him was a legitimate mermaid.

Her silver hair was bound in a messy series of braids, in a coil tossed over her shoulder, a pair of sunglasses perched on her head. Lavender eyes peered at him, concerned, her elven features creased in concern. She wore a bikini top that shimmered like it was scales, purple and teal and gold. A pair of cutoff shorts and sandy bare feet completed the picture. She was tiny, but there were decent muscles on her little frame.

He swallowed hard. “Uh…I’m fine, sorry about that…how can I help you?”

She gestured to some of the surfboard wax that was sitting behind him on the back counter. "I was wondering if I could borrow some of that for my board?"

"Oh, sure...um, we can do that free." He didn't think they did, but he also didn't care. At this point if they wanted to fire him, go for it. He walked around the counter, swiping the wax, and gestured towards the sawhorses set up outside. "Just here."

"Thanks, appreciate it." She darted out and around the corner, returning with a board that he envied; it was gorgeous, black and red with dragons painted up it. She easily maneuvered the board onto the sawhorses and stepped backwards. "I can do it if you want."

"No problem."

"You seemed busy, I saw you with that kid."

He smiled sheepishly. "Just doing my job."

The woman grinned, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight. "Saving someone's life in the sea and then hvaing his mother scream at you? That's a bit mroe than just doing your job. That's patience."

"I try."

"You know I also saw you at the Salt Shack." She pursed her lips, fighting another smile. She crossed her arms over her chest; he tried to avoid looking, but it was very quick, he would swear on it, before forcing himself to focus on the board. "You were bartending."

"Um, aye, I bartend too."

"So you're a lifeguard..." She began to tick off her fingers. "A bartender, work the surf shop...anything else?"

Jon glanced up, moving from one end of the board towards the other as he rubbed the wax on it. "Uh...I park cars too at the resort. Tuesday and Thursday mornings." He wasn't sure why she was sticking around; he could wax the board and get it back to her faster, but she was standing pretty close now and wasn't really moving, so he had to edge around her to keep waxing the baord.

"Quite busy. Do you have any time for yourself?"

"Some mornings I get out to surf."

Her eyes lit up. "You do? Where?"

"Um..." He bit hs lower lip, narrowing his gaze on her. He pointed the wax cloth towards her. "Yo uknow a surfer doesn't give up the best spots."

The woman laughed; yes, she was definitely a mermaid. It was bubbly, genuine. Definitely not flirting with him. If she were flirting, it would be fake. That's what he'd experienced. "I've been coming to Sunspear my entire life, try me."

He tossed some hair out of his eyes, which had come undone from the messy knot. "Serpent's Cove."

Her lips twitched. "You're the one," she said softly.

He cocked his head. "HUh?" Now he was really confused.

She moved her arms, sticking her thumbs in her back short pockets. Her muscles flexed, abs tight. "You're the one," she repeated. "The one on the white board, with the red eyes. You're always leaving when I'm coming." She arched her brows, leaning towards him, voice soft. "Maybe you should stick around while I'm coming next time."

His face flushed red at the double entendre. Maybe he was reading too much into this. "Uh...I don't..." he stammered.

"Relax," she chuckled. "I won't steal all the good waves." She nodded towards her board. "You keep working that wood, I'll get us some drinks."

Jon almost fainted. He froze, unsure what was happening, and watched her saunter off. He swallowed the dry patch in his throat and turned around, seeing Arya staring at him, her mouth on the ground. "What?” he croaked.

Arya grabbed the nearest item-- a sunscreen bottle-- tossing it at him. "You idiot! She was flirting it up good with you and you didn't even notice! What is wrong with you!? Has all that sun burned up your brain?"

Quite possibly, yes. "I noticed," he mumbled, although to be fair he really wasn't sure. His back stiffened and he bit out, "She was just being nice, so I could wax her board free."

"Whatever Jon. Too much work, not enough play, makes you boring, boring, boring."

But he liked being boring. Boring meant he could work, work, work and shove all that money away so he could pay for school. Living on the beach all summer wasn't his vacation time. He made a face at Arya, who sauntered away, and he returned to waxing the board. He finished before she got back and so he also inspected it for any cracks, spotting one on the end that he decided he'd seal for free too.

He was in the process of doing so when the woman returned, holding two fruity drinks and plastic shopping bag over her wrist, the smell of the beach fries from Davos's filling his nostrils. "I got some snacks," she announced and handed him the drink, her fingers brushing against his. Another smile came his way. "I see you're fixing the baord too. Thank you."

"You won't be able to use it for a few hours while it dries."

"No problem," she chirped, hopping easily onto the counter and opening up the fries. She chomped on a few and smiled around them. "My name is Dany, by the way."

"Uh...Jon. I'm Jon."

"I know, I heard your sister say so."

"Cousin," he mumbled, not that it mattered. He reached under the counter for his wallet, hidden in the back. "What do I owe you..."

"No charge, consider it payment for waxing and resealing the board." She tossed her braid over her shoulder and cocked her head. "So are you sure you don't get time off during summer? If you're at Serpent's Cove in the morning, we can meet there. You can show me your moves." She popped another fry into her mouth and wiggled her brows. "Or maybe we can go together."

Flirting, he thought. That's what this was. He really, truly fucking sucked. And gods did he hate his life if he still hadn't figured this out and he was already twenty-three. He bit his bottom lip hard, drawing blood and nodded. Just do it. “We can go together."

"After dinner."

"Dinner?"

"Sure, we'll get dinner and then tomorrow morning we'll go together to surf." Dany jumped down from the counter and took his hand, reaching for a pen on the counter and scribbled her number on his inner arm. She patted it and smiled up. "My number. If you're working tonight, I'll see you there. You can get me a drink."

The boss moves on this girl, he thought, staring dumbly. He swallowed hard again, drawing up on all his confidence-- sometimes he really didn't have much and definitely getting barfed on today drained that well already-- to put his hands on his hips and say: "I'm not working tonight, so I'll take you to dinner."

A smile flirted on her lips. "How about you come to my place? I'll make dinner."

He smiled; she was actually making this seem easier. "Oh?"

"Oh. It will be quite easy, you see, because well..." She took his arm again and wrote out her address. She picked up her board and winked at him. "See you there."

Jon gaped at the address-- it was right on Serpent's Cove. He'd been surfing in her backyard and didn't even know it, this entire time. He gazed over his shoulder at her back, just in time to see her throw a wide grin over her shoulder and wave, before running towards the ocean, kicking up sand and shining like a silver light, the sunshine bouncing off her at every angle.

That evening, with dinner abandoned in the bungalow behind them, and Dany humming contentedly in his arms as he kissed down her neck, the two of them twisted around each other on a sandy blanket near the shore, a glorious sunset somewhere in the distance, Jon decided he actually didn’t hate his life at all.

[magalidragon]

I thought this would be done in time but it won’t be. Trying to finish it by the end of the weekend. Enjoy this teaser from @youwerenevermine and me, for @snowxstormworld Jonerys Orgasmic October 2022, Day 5: Incest

His hands gripped her elbows, turning her into the melee of dancers, hiding in plain sight, his head tilting towards hers. Not a tall man, he was still taller than her. His gray eyes flashed in the thousands of candles from the chandeliers above them. "My marriage has since been...dissolved." He kept to High Valyrian, hissing it between his teeth, his Northern accent from years fostering up in Winterfell putting a lilt on the vowels that had her toes curling in her boots.

She tilted her head back, keeping her face impassive. This was not news to her. She suspected the wildling woman would have an unsatisfactory end soon enough. Especially when her own spies got back to her that her brother had denied her nephew's request to take her as his wife. A second wife, there were no issues with multiple marriages in House Targaryen. Well, there didn't used to be. Until Rhaegar decided to pacify the star-clutching zealots of Westeros.

It was welcome news; she had met the wildling once and detested her on sight. Rhaegar's attempt to marry his son-- the prince-- to a nobody such as a wildling in an attempt to appease the North and gain favor with those beyond the wall had never made sense to her. "My condolences," she lied.

"Try not to smile too wide Princess."

"I heard she died in an archery incident."

"Aye, very sad."

"Two arrows to her chest? I wonder how that happened by accident."

"Only the gods know."

She smirked; he was trying not to smile, the wolf. They both know how it happened. The entire room knew how it happened. The only one who might pretend he didn't know would be Rhaegar, who she could see out of the corner of her eye glaring angrily at them, while Tyrion Lannister talked his ear off. She was grateful to the cretin for distracting her brother while she could have this conversation.

Her smile played on her lips, eyes twinkling, and she rocked her hips up into his, her tits pressing against his chest. She swiveled them in the same beat as the drum pounding nearby. “Is that your sword?”she wondered innocently. “Dear nephew?”

He hissed in warning, his gray irises disappearing behind widening black pupils. In the distance, she heard a dragon's roar. She grinned. So he was planning something. There was no reason for a dragon to be that close to the Red Keep. She pursed her lips and lowered her lashes, acting demure, when they knew she was anything but demure. "I am to be married on the morrow," she purred, turning slightly from him. "You know that."

"To Trystane Martell?" He snorted. "He will bore you to tears."

Yes, he would, something she suspected Rhaegar was counting on. "You left me," she snapped, ire rising up in the back of her throat. There were two dragons now, circling each other, ignorant of the entire feast around them.

"I'm back now."

"I needed you!"

Regret glimmered over his cold face for a moment. It disappeared as fast as it had come. "What will you have me do?"

"You are surely armed."

He said nothing, an eyebrow arched, dark and dangerous, and he pursed his lips, still gripping her tightly, a hand in the small of her back, the other on her elbow. She reached up and grabbed hold of his gambeson, leaning in, the floor crackling underneath them from the tension steaming between them. "Daenerys," he warned, rumbling under his breath.

This was fire, pure fire, and it was <i>them.</i> They were Targaryens. Rhaegar might pretend that they were anything other than dragons, particularly his wolfish son, but they were gods among men. They brought dragons back to the world, they defeated the Usurper who tried to annihilate their family.

They were fire made flesh.

And she was to ignore all that? She was meant to marry someone who was not of her blood?

They were meant for each other. They had been since they were babes. Try as her brother might to keep them separated, to send his son off to the North, to the Wall, to anywhere but near her, they always found their way back together.

"You left me," she repeated again. The last time, when the rumors grew so strong, because they were careless. They were seen. She dug her nails into his wrist, so deep she could see the blood rushing there, threatening to escape the cracking skin.

"I asked for your hand, my father refused."

"And now you have no wife."

That smile again, fire sparking in his now coal black eyes, whispering, "And now I have no wife."

She tilted her head to the side, surveying him again. He was dangerous. He could be doing this for political gain. Then again, Jon had never been very political. He had only ever wanted her claim to be taken seriously. "You are armed." Her hand slid down his forearm, already feeling the outlines of a dagger hidden in the sleeve. As she tracked her fingers over his elbow, up to his shoulder and skimmed her palm down his side, she felt another weapon hidden in the gambeson. There was probably another in his boot. Maybe more than one.

His breath tickled her cheek, leaning in, fiery hot. "And if I am?"

"Cut through my brother's Kingsguard." There were four of them in the hall right there. The other three, including Lord Commander Selmy, were scattered about the keep. It would be a challenge for him, getting out undetected. The idea gave her a thrill, her heart leaping up, body tingling in anticipation.

“And do what?” he challenged.

She grinned, long and slow, rubbing against him again; her hand traveled down the front of his doublet, fingertip tracing the silver embroidering along the front clasps. “And take me to Dragonstone,” she breathed. Fire flared in her eyes, turning them indigo. She watched the wheels turning in his mind, the idea was already there; she was just setting it aflame. That’s what they did. They were dragons. They burned.

[magalidragon]

what can go wrong...sometimes goes right | a silly Jonerys camping ficlet

Happy birthday @libradoodle1​!  Sorry this is so late, hope you enjoy it!  Thank you to @youwerenevermine​ for her GORGEOUS moodboard that inspired this ficlet!  I absolutely love the photos you chose Erika, they’re perfect (stares at the adorableness).  

"Dany," he began. He was going to do it. Right here, right now. With dried blood on his face and a filthy smelly dog and mountain goat shit scattered through the camp. He stood up and went over to stop her from trying to make the terrible camp coffee she'd gotten at the sporting goods store. It tasted like oil. "Dany, you're freezing, here." He had a great idea; he took off his coat and went to drape it over her shoulders, but she stood so fast, she knocked him backwards.

"Oh! I'm sorry!"

He wheezed, having hit a log on the ground hard. "No problem!" Bloody seven hells.

Dany looked up at the sky, a fresh rumble of thunder. "Seven hells!" she screamed, stomping her foot in a most un-Dany-like fashion. Her silver braids were a knotted, dirty mess on her shoulders and she was almost in tears. "I looked at the weather, I swear I did!"

"We weren't planning on coming this high up," he tried to comfort her, but she wouldn't hear it.

"This has been a disaster, I'm sick of it!" She kicked over the coffee can, sending it into the flames, which spouted up and caught. They both stared at it. Maybe it was oil. She sniffed, her nose red and slightly swollen from the cold. She was getting sick too, but he wouldn't tell her that. She refused to believe it.

He stood up and reached for her, drawing her close. "Dany, shhh, it's alright. It's been fun!"

"You're lying."

"No I'm not, you know I can't lie!" And indeed, he couldn't, because his ears were turning pink and he was trying to avoid her piercing violet eyes, accusing him. He heaved a deep sigh. "I think maybe camping just isn't our thing."

"But it's supposed to be fun!"

"Hmm." Yes, but this definitely wasn't. He scratched his beard. "Maybe it's the Vale." It was cursed or something. It was just rocky and cold and rainy. Definitely not the mountains in winterfell.

Dany snuggled into his chest, her voice muffled. "I wanted you to have a good birthday."

"It is a good birthday!"

"Jon, the mountain goats ran off with your cake!"

Aye, they did.

[magalidragon]

I suppose I’ll give a little tease, @youwerenevermine made me do it with this adorable header! 😂🥺🥰 This is set in the “first snow” universe.

He watched Ghost wander around the yard, getting mud all over his snowy white paws. That was going to be a bitch to clean later. Aemon smacked the window again, growling. "Go!"

"You want to go see Go?"

As 'Go' was filthy and not coming in any time soon, they would need to go visit him. It wasn't that cold, but there was still a bit of a dampness to the air. To avoid another horrible 'cold month' that they'd endured where it ran through Dany, Aemon, and him, he shoved Aemon into his little parka, a pompom hat knitted with dragons, snow boots, and mittens that he didn't think Aemon would keep on for too long.

He carted him out and squatted in the grass near one of the final snow piles, holding Aemon upright against him. He seemed to really be thinking about walking or standing. Just hadn't quite made the jump in brain synapses to get there. He pointed to Ghost, who was rolling around in the grass. "Ghost, see?"

"Go," Aemon repeated. He immediately plucked off his mittens and dropped them in the mud, waving at them. "Bye!"

Jon rolled his eyes. "Aye, bye bye mittens."

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goodbye snow | a Targling drabble ❄️

Thank you @youwerenevermine for the artwork! Love it! 😍 Enjoy this sweet drabble!

He watched Ghost wander around the yard, getting mud all over his snowy white paws. That was going to be a bitch to clean later. Aemon smacked the window again, growling. "Go!"

"You want to go see Go?"

As 'Go' was filthy and not coming in any time soon, they would need to go visit him. It wasn't that cold, but there was still a bit of a dampness to the air. To avoid another horrible 'cold month' that they'd endured where it ran through Dany, Aemon, and him, he shoved Aemon into his little parka, a pompom hat knitted with dragons, snow boots, and mittens that he didn't think Aemon would keep on for too long.

He carted him out and squatted in the grass near one of the final snow piles, holding Aemon upright against him. He seemed to really be thinking about walking or standing. Just hadn't quite made the jump in brain synapses to get there. He pointed to Ghost, who was rolling around in the grass. "Ghost, see?"

"Go," Aemon repeated. He immediately plucked off his mittens and dropped them in the mud, waving at them. "Bye!"

Jon rolled his eyes. "Aye, bye bye mittens."

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Dragonstone Girls 🐉 ❤️ 🌈 | a Jonerys Derry Girls AU

For @youwerenevermine and our resident Irishman @aenarsnow !!! Enjoy the CRAIC! And thank you Erika for the moodboard!

Missy, Marge, and Arya realized they weren't following and stopped. They had reached one of the staging areas for the speech itself, tons of people now streaming in from all of Dragonstone towards the old castle where the speech would be. it was like the Dothraki flag had vomited all over the place, blue and gold and silver, with moons and stars affixed to every surface. There were handmade signs, people with painted faces and bodies, and streamers and balloons from every rafter and gable. The general theme was peace and happiness, celebration for the ceasefire.

She frowned at Jon. "What did you say?"

Jon stood a little taller, his voice stronger. "I said I'm not going to the speech; I'm going back North. I came just to tell you guys."

"Fuck off," Marge exclaimed. Her bright blue eyes flashed, dangerous, with a bit of fear in them now. She jabbed her fist against his shoulder. “You can’t leave us!”

Missy furrowed her brow. “I do not understand. What do you mean going North?”

It was Dany’s turn to glare, horrified, stunned, and scared. How could he leave? He must be joking, that was it of course, he was making one of those stupid Northern jokes that no one thought was funny. It was like that whole thing with the Northern exchange student a few months ago, the redhead with the big teeth who wanted to have sex with him. She was off her rocker in more ways than one but wanting to have sex with Jon was definitely the thing that made her crazy. It was just some big joke in the universe.

She crossed her arms over her chest, squaring off. “Catch yourself on,” she blurted.

Arya frowned, hanging back a bit. She shook her head. “I don’t remember you saying anything like this this morning.”

“But I did, you weren’t listening to me.”

“Well who would listen to you? You’re Jon!”

“Yeah, exactly,” Missy said, nodding in agreement. “You’re Jon, you can’t leave us.”

“But I’m not supposed to be here, I was never supposed to be here this long,” Jon protested. He didn’t seem as upset as they were all getting. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, his voice rising. “Look I was only supposed to be here for a little bit while my mum was…”

“Blowing up supply lines and getting arrested?” Arya interrupted. She blinked her eyes quickly; Dany wanted to reach for her because Arya never cried. She shouted louder now. “We let you stay with us! You can’t just leave!”

He rolled his eyes. “Fuck off it Arya, none of you wanted me here.”

“Yes, we do!” It was Dany now. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Jon had been part of their lives for the last year and a half and now he was just going to abandon them!? It was unconscionable!

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wicked words | chapter 1: wicked thoughts

It’s HERE and it is 15k words!  Enjoy the first chapter, the second will post during the @snowxstormworld Jonerys Summer Event in June!  

She closed her eyes tight, reliving those early days. They had been fun, the three of them, and then…he’d gone away. He was there and then he wasn’t. The man had become a constant and her friend. Her best friend. And he wasn’t her husband.

When he came back, she was married to his cousin— practically his brother— with the title Countess, and they’d all fallen in a comfortable rhythm. He disappeared for months on end. Returned with stories of adventures in the far North, Dorne, and Essos. She spoke to him of things she didn’t even tell her husband.

And then her husband died.

And he became the Earl.

And she was a widow. A widow who was barren, who hadn’t had children in her short two-year marriage. Not even a miscarry. Just nothing.

She was so confused. Things had changed so much in recent months. She didn’t understand why. She knew something had awakened inside of her because he was there all the time. He had returned, announcing he would be staying put, and at the same time she decided she would remarry. She wanted a baby. Maybe she was barren, but she would have to find out some way.

“Bloody hell,” she murmured, pacing in the Countess’s chambers. They’d been hers for years. It sickened her to think now he was back with no plans to travel; she might need to vacate. Surely, he’d marry at some point, as much as she struggled with the idea of someone else in her place. How else could the Stark name carry on? Why was she even still there? She was a Dowager. A dowager at the ripe age of three and twenty.

The wedding ring had been off her hand for over a year now. He hadn’t commented. Nor had Missandei. She barely noticed it missing most days.

Dany blew out a hard breath and turned on her heel, padding barefoot across the cold, stone floor to the large, heavy wooden door beside her bed. She touched her fingers to lock and after a moment, she flicked it to the side. It made a godawful noise, a boom in the din, and she cringed, praying none of the servants heard.

She walked away from the door, her hands pinned to her hips, robe and nightdress flying around her legs. “Please don’t, please don’t,” she whispered.

The door hinges squeaked.

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bad valentine’s day: part ii | a teaser

well damn this got longer than intended (as Dany will say to Jon post likely 🤭😈) and I’m excited to share it. It is a fun distraction from hands of fate which has some angst building up and is stressing me as I write it 😂.

Anyway I had to share the header! @youwerenevermine genius at work! 🙌🏻 She is the greatest! Love you bby!

Phee— short for Euphemia— clapped her hands and shrieked right into his ear. He winced, kissing her silver head and passing her the bottle of milk. She grabbed it eagerly and started to drink, before pulling it free and scrunching her face up, letting out the fakest sobs he'd heard since Robb pretended to trip and fall on the back deck so he could try to sue for emotional pain and suffering a couple months ago.

He made a face at her. "I know, it's not the real thing, but it will have to do, don't give me that look."

Phee pouted, but after a moment, hunger won out and she took the bottle back, although thoroughly disgusted it wasn't her mother. Jon had to agree; he quite liked Dany's tits too, although for different reasons. He sadly hadn't seen them in a couple days, as she had been in Dorne shooting for her newest project. He checked the clock on the stovetop, noting that she should be home soon.

He had plans for her.

He sat at the table to watch over Rhae, who was scribbling her name on each card, throwing it aside angrily after each one. He didn’t understand forcing kids to pretend they liked one another through this exercise but alas, it was something the school did so they would participate.

Especially since he’d been asked not to participate in parent chaperoning again after arriving late to the petting zoo excursion and telling the kids how he once got attacked by an eagle. Then they’d wanted to see his scars so he showed them some and they wanted to know about his tattoos— he had three dragons inked on his wrist matching Dany’s— which apparently the teachers didn’t like because all the kids said they wanted to be like him.

Dany had also been asked to not participate when she showed up for a class party and one of the kids got into her bag and stole her camera, one with a memory card she— quite regrettably— hadn’t deleted. It ended with one of the kids turning it on and asking how come Mrs. Snow was wearing a Santa outfit and Mr. Snow was tied to a bed with the hat on in a— precarious position.

That had been a very awkward conversation.

Coming soon Valentine’s Day! ❤️

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📰 👓 🪐 | otherworldly | ❄️ ✨ ❤️ | a Jonerys Superman AU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @nlights37 ! 🥳

I hope you enjoy this humble gift, a Clark/Lois AU for Jonerys. I’m not sure if it is remotely close so apologies but hope you like it! You’re honestly one of the few reasons I kept up with this fandom when it went to shit last year and our random conversations about anything and everything always make me laugh. I am not future you or past you but part of the Hive Mind 😂 Have another fun trip round the yellow sun my friend!

Thank you @youwerenevermine for the header! GORGEOUS as always! For her other PERFECT moodboard see HERE.

So you admit it?" Her eyebrows arched, eyes wide. She stepped closer again. "You're not.....normal."

"No. Then again neither are you. what is normal?"

Her eyes slammed shut and she shouted. ""Stop it! Just...just stop!" Her thumb flicked the safety off the gun and she reached up, loading a round into the chamber. He took the opportunity to walk to her and she shook her head furiously. "Don't come near me. Don't!"

"Dany." It was the voice he used when they were alone, when he told her how much he loved her, and she was sleepy and soft in his arms. Low, rumbling, he offered his hand, whispering, "Give me the gun."

Confusion, rage, and pain took over her face, twisting and rippling through her porcelain features. He thought he had her, thought she would at least put the gun down and they could speak, he could tell her. It wasn't going to be easy. No doubt her rational mind would refuse and place up the blocks to make sense of things. That he was a freak, that he was some sort of experiment, and that maybe she was in fact mad. It broke his heart that she had thought that about herself, because he knew how much pain that term caused her, having to see her father and brother branded that because of mental illness.

She wasn't mad; she was bloody intelligent and he was a fool to hide from her for so long.

He thought he had her, thought she would put the gun down, and he could calmly explain.

In a flash, before he even noticed-- shame on him-- the gun flew up and her index finger pulled back, depressing the trigger, the bullet in the chamber propelled forward, piercing the air and crossing the space between them in the span of seconds.

To him, it was long, watching it, knowing he could stop it, but he didn't. He remained standing, hands lifting up to take the gun from her immediately, at the same time the bullet hit him square in the chest, above his heart.

And bounced off, leaving only a small tear in his shirt.

It rolled on the floor a few times, before stopping at the coffee table leg. The bullet was obliterated, smashed into a tiny fragment from the resistance from his chest. He knelt, lifting it up and threw it aside, where it clinked off something in the kitchen from the force of his movement. He ripped the gun in half, the pieces dropping to his feet.

Dany's eyes were huge, shocked by her own actions as much as his. Her lips parted, gasping, and he roared, hands flying up. "What were you fucking thinking!? You could have killed me!"

She gaped, for a moment, before her composure returned, her smile curving, smirking. "Well it didn't, did it!?"

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twinning: the sweater | a Jonerys drabble

The following is loosely based on true events. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental. 🤭😏

“Ghost, what should I wear for this thing, huh?” Dany didn’t expect the wolf-dog to reply, because if he did, she would really need to spend more time in her therapist’s office then she already did and Dr. Mel was enough once a week, let alone twice. She checked a glance to the beast, who was lying politely on the floor, paws in front of him, head up and bright red eyes watching her move from side-to-side in the walk-in closet.

It used to be an alcove under the staircase, but when she redid her eclectic historic house in King’s Landing she had it retrofitted into a closet attached to the one that was already part of the master suite. It was perfect, filled with various shelving units for her plethora of bags, coats, and shoes. A small part had been relegated to Jon’s things when he moved in recently, but since he basically wore the same rotation of black skinny jeans and black shirts with black boots, he didn’t have much.

She exhaled hard, standing in her bra and panties, hands on hips, lifting her head to the shelves of sweaters. “How about a turtleneck and jeans? Casual, laid-back...comfortable. That’s honestly all I care about.”

Missy told her she could pick what she wanted for the promotional video to post on her Ravengram account. She was doing it all herself, which was difficult since she was a bit of a granny when it came to technology and could only work Ravengram because it was just photos. For a brief moment in time she wanted to get a Squawk account, but it became clear you had to be really clever or really boring to operate one of those and she didn’t think she was either. Plus she felt you had to be on it. Ravengram was easier.

She kicked a stool over to the shelf, since she was too tiny to get to the top shelf, where there was a lovely red cable-knit she’d bought in the Vale the previous year. She reached up for it, fingers straining to clutch the soft material, when a large black fluffy thing flew off the top shelf, right for her face, screeching. “Ah!” she screamed, toppling backwards, knocking into some shopping bags that were on the floor near the door. “Drogon!”

Her evil black cat yowled pitifully and trotted off to lick his paw, offended she had woken him up. She cursed under her breath a few more times in Valyrian, rubbing her elbow where she banged it on the floor and inspected a cut on her hand from where she’d swiped it against the sharp edge of the cardboard shopping bag. “The fuck,” she murmured. “That’s some bag.”

Ghost huffed, getting up and going to help her, licking the wound. He wagged his tail, such a gentleman, unlike her dick cat. She ruffled his ears and glanced at the bags. They were unmarked, probably from Missy, she suspected, seeing the fancy wrappings inside of them. She picked up one of them and reached in, taking out a black box, inspecting the label. “Hmm,” she murmured. It was one that Jon liked to wear frequently but she had a few of the handbags. She wiggled her brows at GHost “Maybe your papa got me a gift, huh?”

Unlikely. Jon couldn’t buy a gift if it came up and bit him in the face. He freaked out and always ended up getting her socks or something equally silly then somehow made up for it by finding the most amazing thing in the world. She fingered a ring on her right hand that he’d found in a thrift shop in Pentos, one that reminded her of one her mother used to wear, smiling in memory. She opened the box and instead of a handbag, found a white sweater with a black geometric line design knitted over the shoulders and chest. “Hmm,” she thought, cocking her head.

It wasn’t her usual style and was a little big, but it sure looked comfortable. She rummaged for a card or note, but didn’t find anything. Sometimes Missy just dropped off things that she either received from a shoot or in advance of an event. This was probably something like that.

She pulled it on and found it fit perfectly and was very soft, despite its scratchy appearance. A pair of dark jeans and she pulled on a pair of socks from one of Jon’s last holiday gifts, which had Valyrian on the soles that said ' ‘If You Can Read This'' on one and then on the other it said “You’re Too Close, Dracarys!” She had no idea what that meant but it was sweet.

Ghost trotted after her and she picked up her phone and laptop, in her library/office, angling it up to her and went over the lines in her head quickly. She was just going to pick up a book that she had discovered and loved so much she wanted to highlight it for the world, especially because she would be doing an event the following week where she interviewed the author, a young girl who had written the semi-autobiographical novel about a girl who grew up with a disfiguring scar on her face and ended up turning invisible when she wanted to, but learned to stand up for herself and take command, regardless of her appearance.

Shireen was adorable and had been so excited, Dany was thrilled to be able to get her the attention she needed, not only for her incredible book but also for her work with greyscale survivors. She tucked her braids behind her ear and took a deep breath, pressing record.

She waved at her image on the laptop. “Hi everyone! I am so excited to share with you this book that I found and just could not stop reading, I read it all in one sitting, it’s just...it’s absolutely brilliant, just go pick it up wherever you get your books, the store, the library, paper copy or online, what have you, it’s just, just gorgeous!”

After doing a few different takes, she reflected on them, and selected the one where she didn’t think she was as spastic, and uploaded it to her Ravengram. She pinged Missy when she finished. “Done! I cannot wait to see Shireen next week!”

She went into the kitchen, texting Shireen at the same time, who was already replying that the video had over a thousand views in the first couple minutes of posting. “Social media is weird,” Dany announced to Ghost-- and Drogon, who had ventured out of the closet-- just as her phone went off again. She glanced at it. It was Jon. She smiled, leaning against the counter. ”Where are you?”

”Fitting for the show, you want YiTish tonight? I’ll pick something up.

Sounds good. It’s freezing in here.

I’ll warm you up when I get home.

After your gross day of rehearsals in that sweaty theater room? Bath first.

Only if you’re there too.

She giggled, sending him a photo of Ghost. What about him?

Her phone buzzed. He’s always stealing my girl.

Falling to her knees, she hugged Ghost, obscuring all but her face and made pursed lips to his cheek, snapping a selfie, which she quickly uploaded to Ravengram, with the caption: Only man in my bed who doesn’t snore or steal the covers, but he sure does shed! Followed by a series of hashtags: #hessofluffyiwanttodie #jkaboutthesnoringbutnotreally #yeshesreallythatfluffyitisntthecamera #ghostiebestboi #sirghostofwinterfell

When she pulled back from hugging him, she glanced down and sighed. “Oh Ghost, seriously?” The new sweater had a nice layer of white fluff floating over it. She shook her head and ruffled his ears. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

Ghost lolled his tongue out, as if to say Yeah I know.

She went upstairs, taking off the sweater and putting it in the dry cleaning bin, at the same time Jon texted to say they were getting let out early because the theater’s heating had just blown. “Whoop!” she exclaimed, wiggling her brows at Ghost. She waved him off. “Off you go, you don’t need to see what’s going to happen in this tub.”

Ghost turned and flicked his tail, wisely departing as she set about getting the bath ready for Jon’s return.

--

“Tomorrow is the interview with Shireen, which Renly says they’ll post in a few days, but a couple teasers on their social media and then on ours…” Missy glanced at her portfolio, twisting her pencap around in one hand, her phone in her other. She took a deep breath and continued. “Also Tyrion requested you look over the script for…”

“No,” she interrupted, scanning through the script for the new series she’d just signed on. They sent the first episode to her under lock and key the previous day and as far as she could tell, it only contained a quarter of the episode and only her lines and only what she needed to understand her role. The security never ceased to amaze her around the Night’s Watch Cinematic Universe. She glanced at Missandei, shaking her head. “That script was abominable. The objectification of women and use of rape as a plot device? Fuck no. Tell him to fuck off and if he ever sends me anything from Tarly and Tarly, T and T, I’ll burn it.”

Missandei laughed. “Of course. Also Davos wanted me to tell you…” She trailed off, something distracting her on her phone. “Huh, hang on.”

It would be weird if Davos wanted to say something to her, not because he didn’t speak to her, he was practically Jon’s adoptive father and by extension hers. But as Jon’s agent and publicist, it would be him going first to Missandei. She furrowed her brow, trying to make sense of Missy’s quizzical expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Um...so that video you did a few days ago, with the book?”

“Yes, did I do something wrong?” Shit, she thought, running it through her head. “I thought I was fine!”

“You were, but where did you get the sweater?”

“It was in the closet.”

“Huh.” Missandei said no more, turning her phone to her. Dany took it and immediately saw the problem. Except it wasn’t really a problem, it was just...it was funny. She stifled a laugh, hand going over her mouth. It was Jon doing a pap walk, which he bloody hated, but he had his play to promote coming up so it was a necessary evil. He was sour as ever, head slightly bent, his glasses on and hair all ruffled, Ghost on a leash ahead of him as he walked by the park near their house.

And he was wearing his usual black jeans and boots and jacket.

And the white sweater with the black design.

“Oh gods,” she laughed, blinking up at Missy. “Why is he wearing my sweater?”

“It wasn’t yours, it was for him,” she giggled, this time bringing up a text message from Davos casually and politely asking how come the sweater that Jon was wearing in his pap photos was in Dany’s video a couple days prior. Missy snorted and shook her head. “Well I’m glad we aren’t pretending any more that you guys are seeing each other.”

“Cat was out of the bag when we moved in together.” And probably way before that too. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Oh well, it’s funny.”

“Sure, for you, but not Jon, he’s wearing his girlfriend’s sweater!”

“Oh he’ll be fine, he doesn’t care about that stuff.” Jon was more anti-social media than she was. He would find it hilarious. If he cared at all. She waved her hand. “We have to give the masses something to speak about. Come on, let’s get through this stuff and you can help me practice my lines.”

Missy chuckled. “You’ll have to let me know his reaction.”

“Absolutely.”

--

“Dany!”

“Huh?”

“What’s a mean?”

Dany finished wiping her mascara off, walking from the bathroom to the bedroom door, leaning against it and seeing Jon coming in. She walked to him, rising on her toes to give him a kiss, since she hadn’t seen him most of the day. “Good evening to you too, where’ve you been?”

“Had rehearsals, then did a pap thing with Ghost, then hung out with Robb and went to the pub.” He sure smelled like it, she thought, cigarettes and cheap ale. He frowned at her and turned his phone to her. “A mean, what is it?”

“A meme, you geriatric.”

“You don't know this stuff either!”

“No but I know more than you, let me see it.” She took it from him and cackled when she realized what he was talking about. He shrugged off his coat and she spotted the sweater, laughing again. “Sooo...Davos didn’t talk to you yet?”

“No, he called but I figured it could wait. Why are you in my sweater in this thing?”

“Nice to know you don’t look at my videos!” She was only teasing, but his face fell anyway, and she quickly backtracked. “I’m kidding! Look it’s stupid I didn’t know it was your sweater! I thought it was for me!”

The meme in question was the photos of them side-by-side with the caption: When your girl steals your sweater. It was funny because Jon looked so sad in the picture and she was so happy in comparison. Ghost was just Ghost. There were also a couple of silly gossip blog posts about it, how Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow must still be going strong because they were sharing clothes. Plus a “Who Wore it Better?” poll on at least three of them. She tossed the phone away, ignoring a silly text from Robb that popped up.

“It’s funny Jon!”

“I don’t care about that, but is this sweater girly or something?”

“I thought you didn’t care about that. You wear jeans that are three sizes too small.”

“Because you like how my butt looks in them.” He was so sincere, so innocent sometimes, she had to laugh again. He sighed and raked his hands through his curls. “Well guess I’m going to have to put my stuff away before I leave, else you’ll get into it.” He made a face, smiling and teased. “Don’t you have enough clothes?”

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his narrow hips, pressing her chest to his. Her feet were on his and she was still shorter than him, peering up. “Guess I wanted to be close to you.” She kissed him gently, smiling again. “Hey, it’s good press.”

“It’s so stupid.”

“It’s funny.”

He shook his head, sighing, still disbelieving. “I can’t have anything can I?”

“Me,” she said. “You can have me.”

“Well then fuck the sweater.”

“My thoughts exactly, come in here.” She yanked the sweater off his head, throwing it to the corner, and turned, pulling him behind her into the bathroom. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Drogon inspect it before taking several turns and settling into the black and white wool.

Between the three of them, Drogon probably wore it best.

THE END