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Kit & Emilia at Superhero Comic Con (x) - Favorite moments Part 1/?

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“You were made to be kissed, often and well.”

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They deserved to be happy

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Parents ♡

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Rhaenyra and Daemon in House of the Dragon 1.02 || Daenerys and Jon in Game of Thrones 7.06

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Just Friends | a Jonerys one-shot

Summary: Jon and Dany are friends. Best friends, actually, who talk all the time. Literally—they never miss their weekly call, despite being on different continents. But seriously, they’re just friends. Right?

happy birthday @adecila​! hopefully you remember this idea…and hopefully i did it justice! thank you for your friendship, i don’t know where i’d be without you. love you ♥

Jon texted Daenerys to let her know he wouldn’t be able to make their call, not feeling up for much human interaction after his and Val’s abrupt breakup. He was vague in his reason, and when Daenerys pushed, he tried to deflect, but then she just ended up calling him, anyway.

“What’s wrong? Why do you look like someone just told you The Night’s Watch just broke up?” she demanded when he answered her FaceTime call.

Wincing at the too-close-for-comfort question, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t even joke about that.” The Night’s Watch was his favorite band, and he really didn’t think he could take anymore breakup news. He squinted at his phone suddenly. “What the hell is on your face?”

She touched her cheek, her lips barely moving as she spoke. “It’s a charcoal mask. Not all of us are blessed with flawless skin like you are. Don’t change the subject. What’s going on?”

“I don’t have flawless skin.”

Her nostrils flared—as much as they could flare in that charcoal mask. “Jon.”

He sighed. “Nothing’s going on.”

“So you were going to bail on me for nothing?”

Groaning, Jon rubbed his eyes. “No. It’s just…Val and I just broke up,” he mumbled. When he looked at her, her face fell.

“Oh, Jon. What happened?”

He hunched forward over his knees on the couch. “I don’t know. Things have been weird lately, and I guess she just got sick of me. I’m sure she probably told you.”

Daenerys shook her head adamantly. “No. I honestly had no idea. I haven’t spoken to her much lately. She takes days to respond to my texts, if she does at all. You’re the only person from the gang that I really still talk to.” She tried to make a sympathetic face. “Dumb question, I’m sure, but are you OK?”

He huffed out a self-deprecating laugh. “I mean it never feels great getting dumped, but I guess I’m…well, I’m surprised I don’t feel worse, I guess. Mostly it’s just my ego that’s wounded. Maybe I’ll feel sadder later when I’ve had time to think about it.”

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Drabble game- #147 🤗

Thank you so much for the prompt; I wrote it as soon as you sent it, so i apologise if the quality isn’t the best :P 

This is set in the ‘who could stay’ universe, a bit in the future. (Can be read independently though) Hope you like it!

Prompt: Look! Fireflies!

The garden Dany had planted in her mother’s honour, Rhaella’s Garden, was fast becoming one of her most favourite spots on the island. She had lovingly planted a grove of lemon trees (and could already see several small, green orbs sprouting), punctuated by lavender and wildflower, leaving the air sweet and fragrant. 

She was lying on the grass, in her husband’s arms, his fingers skimming over her back. The sun had already set, leaving behind a clear, dark sky sparked with stars. Crickets chirped, birds sang as they found their nests. Quiet. Perfect. Peaceful. 

Next to her, Lyanna huffed, curled around a book. 

“Lya, sweetling, stop reading in the dark, you’ll hurt your eyes.” Dany chided gently. 

Her daughter was almost six now, and with it came a wave of impatience and stubbornness, and a lot of tantrums. Still, she reluctantly listened, slammed her book shut, laid it on her tummy and gazed up, pouting. “This is stupid. I am hungry.” 

Dany felt Jon chuckle in her ear, his arm drawing her closer, pressing a kiss to her temple before he propped his head on his hand to give their princess a gentle smile, “Just a few more minutes, pup, then we’ll head for supper.” 

Lyanna grinned back, appeased for now; their little daughter could never stay angry with her father. Her son, however, was another matter. 

Aemon moved his head from Jon’s stomach and lied down between them, his knees up and little bare feet planted against the soft ground. Using his shoulders, he squirmed between them, wiggling like a little worm and pushed his head between his parents’. 

Jon and Dany parted, his arms loosening their hold to make space for their four-year-old. Her son remained oblivious, his lavender eyes wide and lips parted in surprise. 

“Look! Fireflies!” he squealed. Like with Lyanna, he struggled with pronouncing the r’s and so fireflies came out like ‘fieflies'. 

Dany found it absolutely adorable. Her daughter had grown out of it, speech clearer everyday. She would savour this with Aemon for as long as she could.

Dany tore her eyes from her son and looked to where he was pointing. Fireflies flickered and lit above them, shining like little specs of ember. 

“They look like small dragons!” Aemon gushed, awed. 

Jon raised a brow, “Really?”  

“Aye, look, papa, they breathe fire from their bums!” he declared like he had made the greatest discovery in the world.  

Dany snorted as her husband sputtered, looking lost for a response. Lya giggled hysterically, draping herself over Dany to tickle her brother. Before long, they were a mess of tangled limbs, small hands and legs poking Dany’s sides as they fought. 

Across her, Jon shook his head at their children’s antics. Until he joined in, golden fireflies were all but forgotten...

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My beloved!!! How are you?

For the drabble challenge I was thinking: 93 - “You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

or

100 - “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

These reminded me of Jonerys 😆 especially your sexy nerdy naughty beans in One Lifetime With You 🤭😏

Thaaank you!😘

ERIKAAAA MY DARLING MY LOVE!!! I’m hanging in there, how are yooooou?🤗🤗🤗 What about…..

...and in the OLWY ‘verse? _______________________________________________________

Gods, what a week. A good, productive week, but also a hell week. Dany had worked enough overtime to take the entire following week off, or so she surmised. It was unfortunate that it didn’t work that way, but a girl could dream. Dream about files and prints and letters upon letters upon letters, it seemed. Work had seeped into her dreams, too.

Earlier that evening, she had stayed a little late to wrap everything up for the weekend. Jon had texted her asking when she thought she’d be off, then later followed up with a photo of some burgers he’d grabbed from a local pub and had brought to his place, which developed into a series of texts that followed with milkshakes, french fries, and then one of the contents of his freezer. In which he had a lineup of five different types of ice cream.

She never needed a bribe to see him, but she was beyond bribed. With each text she chuckled louder and louder, until she was practically drooling on her pristine office floor by the food spread, and all but stuffed the rest of her paperwork into a locked cabinet before dashing out of the office. It was 7:00PM on the button, just as she’d promised him.

When she turned up, she melted into his welcoming arms, the comfort too overwhelming to do much else. He’d scooped her up and brought her into the kitchen where they went over their busy week and about swallowed everything whole.

A little later on, she dozed on his couch after he’d turned a movie on. When next she woke, she hadn’t yet opened her eyes, but her brows pulled into a small frown as she tried to figure out what was slowly grinding over her arse behind her. She hadn’t remembered getting into bed, but that was clear now, as was what was happening behind her.

Jon’s face was nestled into the back of her neck, and she couldn’t be certain if he was completely awake. His slow, rhythmic breathing told her he wasn’t, and she had to bite her tongue to not snort and startle him awake. Slowly, she moved just enough so that she could try to see his face, while his hips went to town against her.

From what she could tell, he was definitely at least half asleep. With a wicked smirk, she went to slip her hand between them, but had only reached the hem of his sweats when his hand caught her wrist. She yelped and buried her giggle into the bed. “Are you awake?” She whispered, her voice a pitch higher.

“Mhm,” he rumbled, then brought her hand back to the front of her and entwined their fingers together, trapping it against the mattress.

Dany peered over her shoulder, behind his solid frame, to check the time. “You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood��...?”

His lips and beard tickled over her skin. “No...that was all you. But now that you’re awake…”

Dany’s face scrunched at the accusation, though she was getting hot with every slow roll of his hips against her. “I did no such thing!”

“I don’t get this hard just by sleeping, Dany,” he purred, and she fought off a whimper, his hand leaving hers to slide beneath her shirt. Then, under the elastic of her panties - at some point, she’d also foregone any pants, or Jon had rid of them for her since he knew she loathed any chafing against her legs when she slept. She tried not to squirm, bunching the sheets in her fist and mouth falling open once his fingers glided over her cunt. He gathered the wetness that had collected there and spread it over her clit, a strangled groan sounding from her chest. “Told you,” he whispered hotly into her ear, drawing lazy circles with barely any pressure over her clit until she was pressing back against him, suddenly needing more relief.

Jon rolled over onto her back, alleviating some of the pressure as she was gently pressed into the mattress. The brief absence of him told her he was getting himself naked, and she thought she might very well scream if he didn’t move any faster. Seeming to be in the same mental dilemma, his hands swiftly pulled her panties down to her knees, but didn’t bother removing them completely, then spread her open enough so that he could run the length of his cock over her cunt, soaking himself.

Dany gasped, turning her face into the bed and biting on her fist as his breathing stuttered behind her while he worked the both of them up. Jon gripped her hips and brought her up a little higher, to his level, and a sharp nip of teeth to one of her cheeks unexpectedly made her squeal. “You’re such a pain in my ass! Literally!” She giggled, his hands keeping her from reaching him as she attempted to pinch him anywhere she could reach.

His lip was tightly trapped between his teeth as he observed the teeth marks he’d left behind on her bum.

Huffing, Dany pouted pitifully at him over her shoulder. “You’d better make it better.”

Wiggling his eyebrows, he steadied her, a wicked glint in his eye. “Aye, I plan to."

And that he did. Or, at least, she was so tender elsewhere that she didn’t notice the bite any longer. She had been lying in bed, giving herself some time to wake up instead of the usual rushing she did on a work day. Plus, Ghost was perfectly balled up at her feet, content as he slept.

She wasn’t sure if she could trust her legs to function at normal at the moment, anyway. Jon had wanted to take his time when he had her, and she wasn’t complaining; her body had been almost numbed by pleasure while also strung taut like a tether until she inevitably snapped.

But now she was perpetually stuck to the bed.

The bathroom door opened, and she twisted her head to find Jon emerging in all his glory, a towel hanging precariously low on his hips, his hair a nest of wet curls atop his head. Her mouth watered. “Stop,” she commanded, pleased when he did so mid-step, while he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her in silent question. “You owe me a favor since you’ve paralyzed me.”

His head turned to side-eye her as his skepticism grew. “What sort of favor?”

Dany thought on it for a few moments, purposefully taking her time and raking her eyes over him from head to toe. Then, she held her arm out over the edge of the bed, hand stretching for him. “You have to dance to me.”

He pulled a face. “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance,” he said, then lifted his eyebrows slyly, “what if my towel falls off?”

A devious grin spread across her face. “Get over here and you’ll find out.”

Jon sucked in a deep breath, his hands going to his hips as he psychd himself up, as if this were his true Olympic moment. “You can’t judge me.”

A lazy giggle escaped her, though she was genuinely trying not to laugh, crooking her fingers for him to get on with it. “As if I would ever. Those hips don’t lie, Jon Snow, now bring them here.”

To her complete entertainment, he obliged, although she couldn’t even put a name on what he was trying to do. She brought his knees up and threw her hands over mouth, chortling against her promise that she wouldn’t mortify him, but it was too much. He gave it his all, waltzing across the small space until he ripped his towel off once he’d reached the bed to claim his prize.

Climbing over her, slightly winded, she worked on regulating her breathing while he caged her in with his arms. She was gratified to see that, when she looked down, his cock was already half prepped for her. “I thought you were paralyzed?” He lowered his head to kiss her cheek, softly bristling his beard down her jaw, ending at her neck.

“I am,” she said weakly, reaching until she got a hold on him, stroking him long and slow as his forehead fell to her chest and he rumbled some curse words she couldn’t quite make out.

“Is this where you want me?” He bit out, his hips surging forward as she squeezed him.

“Up here,” she said.

Jon lifted his head to look at her as if he didn’t quite believe her, so she dug her fingers into her perfect arse and gave him a boost forward. She shifted to sit up a little further, propping her pillow up to support her upper back. “Are you sure?” He asked, a little bit shyly and breathless as she gripped his cock once more, peering up at him. His arm rose, hand gripping the bed post.

“What do you think?”

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59 and 121 pleeeeaassseee!!

Tara 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 I know virtual hugs aren't the same as ones irl but sending you so much right now. You're one of the best people in this fandom and I'm lucky to have such an amazing friend. I hope you like this little snippet that I will eventually make into the full ass fic for you but I'm taking my time to make it just right for ya 💜🤗💜🤗

Based in the verse of my WIP, Hungry Eyes 🥰 I had to change Ready or not to make it fit better but hope ya like this 💜

59. “How do I even put up with you?” and 121. “Ready or not, here I come.”

Rhaego snuck into the kitchen, hiding behind the island counter as he watched Jon cook dinner with his Mama. Jon was smiling, his hip bumping against his Mama’s every now and again, making his Mama laugh and shake her head as she tried to cut the onions. Rhaego smiled when a giggle escaped his mother’s lips and she was forced to put the knife down as she shook her head. Jon was full out grinning now, stopping his own actions of mixing the sauce for the curry, setting the bowl and spoon down as he turned his mama to face him. “How do I even put up with you?” she teased, bringing her hands up to play with Jon’s hair while Jon leaned down to brush his nose against hers.

“Because you think I have a cute butt,” he murmured, grinning as his lips quickly pressed against hers. “I don’t know how else you put up with me?” And then Jon was kissing his mother, causing Rhaego to duck down to avoid the sight. He was glad his mama was happy and that Jon made her smile the way he did. But that didn’t mean he had to watch them kiss. Adults were disgusting like that. Sneaking a look over the island to see them still making sucky faces, he snuck back out into the living room and settled on the couch.

Ghost padded over him, climbing up onto the couch to settle his head in Rhaego’s lap. Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion were all clambering to join them, making Rhaego giggle as his three furry brothers fought for their own space on the couch. He tried to give them all equal head scratches but he was only one little boy so there was only so much he could do. He shuffled back into the cushions and focused on the movie Jon had set up for him, unpausing it to watch as Astrid jumped onto Stormfly’s back, the blue dragon taking off with Toothless and Hiccup right behind her. 

He focused on the movie, cuddling with the dogs as he waited for dinner. Yawning, he suddenly jumped when he heard his mother shout from the kitchen, “Rhae! Dinner’s ready!” Drogon and Rhaegal leaped up out off the couch but Viserion and Ghost remained where they were, unwilling to move from the head rubs they were currently receiving from Rhaego. “Rhae? Ready or not, if you don’t get out here quickly, there’s no ice cream for you!” 

“I’m coming!” Rhaego shouted, finally managing to get Ghost and Viserion to let him up. Pausing the movie just as the black Bewilderbeast started to fight the white one, he rushed out to the kitchen once more only to be caught by Jon when he almost collided with the older man. “Sorry, Jon!”

“It’s okay, buddy,” Jon replied, smiling as he manoeuvred him towards the table where a plate was waiting for him with the rice and chicken korma. He looked quickly between his mama, who was laughing, and Jon before he raced over to the table and chambered up into his chair. His mama was shaking her head in amusement, looking at him and Jon with that same look in her eye. But then he was distracted by the food in front of him, not paying attention when Jon ran his hand over his Mama's belly.

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Father’s Day

I present a Tumblr exclusive Father’s Day drabble, Jonerys-style of course, to accompany this piece. Enjoy! Warning, nothing but fluff and Daddy Jon hours.

He has to admit he’s apprehensive.

Other than his cousins’ children, he’s never spent much time with kids. He’s never even really imagined himself being a father, having grown up without one of his own.

He isn’t this boy’s father, but he reckons they do have something in common that way.

It’s surreal. Things with Dany have moved so fast, which would normally freak him out, but with her, it’s almost not fast enough for him.

He used to scoff at the idea of love at first sight. It was a fantasy. But the first time he met her, he just knew. This woman was going to be his wife someday. The mother of his children. It doesn’t matter if she already has one of her own. The more the merrier, he thinks.

She finally agreed to introduce them. He’s seen pictures. A cute kid with floppy silver curls, and wide violet-blue eyes that disappear into his cheeks when he smiles, like hers do. His name is Jaeherys, but she calls him Jae. He’s almost three years old. He’s the love of her life.

But Jon doesn’t feel the need to compete. He understands what comes first. He can’t argue. He remembers what it was like growing up. His mother had men around, mostly assholes, who came in and shared her bed for a time and believed they were king of the castle (or, her two-bedroom flat), and he was always in the way.

He spent a lot of time at his uncle’s house back then. And he stayed angry. At the boyfriends, at his mom, at the world. It was no one’s fault his father was dead. It was his mom’s fault that she was so caught up in her own grief, she refused to give Jon even a morsel of information about who he was or what he was like. His Uncle Ned once let it slip that he was a musician.

Jon doesn’t know anything about music.

He wonders what Dany has told Jae about his father. Not that she knows much herself. She told Jon, with some shame in her eyes, that it had been a drunken hookup. It sounded more to him like some sleazebag had taken advantage of her. She won’t let her mind go there. She puts the blame on herself, and reasons that if not for that night, she wouldn’t have Jae. It is quite the paradox.

He thinks he’s ready to fill that space in Jae’s life if she wants him to. He’ll do whatever it takes. He loves her.

He just hopes he won’t fuck it up.

He hears the unmistakable whirring of her car as she coasts to a stop at his curb. They decided she’d drive. It might help Jae feel more comfortable. She says he’s shy around new people. She says she’s tried to explain to him that Mommy has a friend named Jon, whom she likes very much, and they’re taking him to the zoo. Jon is actually excited about that. He wants to see the new direwolf exhibit himself. Dany says Jae likes the reptiles. This makes Jon squeamish, but he’ll deal with it for them.

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Jae is asleep on his lap when he hears her key turn in the door. His heart skips, like it always does when she comes home. It’s the most bizarre thing. Well, maybe it isn’t, because she’s a spectacular woman, but every time he sees her, it’s as exciting as the first time.

He has something to ask her, and what better time than when she’s getting home from a double shift at the hospital? He could do something elaborate. Maybe get Jae in on the plan, but he can’t quite trust the kid not to spill the tea.

Jon’s crazy about the kid, though. Being perfectly candid, he wasn’t sure he’d have it in him to genuinely love another man’s child. Accept him, sure. Treat him well, try to be a good influence like his Uncle Ned was for him, sure. But it’s so far beyond that. He loves Jae, and would do anything for him, and he can’t imagine a bond with a child of his own could be any stronger than the one they share.

Dany smiles tiredly and closes the door behind her.

“He should be in bed.”

“I couldn’t move him,” Jon says. It’s partly true. The boy is a pretty light sleeper. It’s certainly made sexual ninjas of him and Dany. But the other part of it is that he likes Jae’s company. He likes the little talks they have, surprisingly deep conversations with someone who is barely four years old.

Dany walks over to the sofa, her bag still hanging from her shoulder, keys jangling on her finger. She bends down to pick Jae up, but Jon stops her.

“I got this,” he whispers as he kisses her quickly.

“Then I’m getting a bath,” she sighs.

He was counting on that. He wishes the tub was large enough for two, but it isn’t. Whenever they buy a house, that will be one item on the must-have list.

He carefully carries Jae down the hall and eases him onto his new big boy bed. The gods must be on his side tonight, because Jae barely stirs. He hears the creaking of the old pipes in the wall as Dany turns on the hot water. While she’s at it, he tidies the kitchen, then grabs the bottle of Arbor gold he’s had for ages, and two wine glasses. He pats his shirt pocket for the hundredth time this evening, relieved that it’s still in there. He just prays she’ll like it.

He prays she’ll say yes.

She’s wrapped in a fluffy towel, rifling through his drawer when he gets to the bedroom. He smiles. Not only is she mouthwateringly sexy, with her long silver hair piled atop her head, and her skin damp and shimmering, but it’s too adorable for words that she prefers sleeping in one of his t-shirts to her own nightclothes.

She turns around to find him gazing adoringly, the wine bottle tucked in his arm and a glass in each hand.

“What’s the occasion?” she wonders, eyebrows raised.

“You are. We are, I guess.” He uncorks the bottle and fills her glass first.

He’s alarmed when her lips turn down.

“I can’t,” she says.

“What’s wrong?” His pulse surges. He could tell something was off when she came home. It’s more than being tired.

That’s confirmed when her face crumples. A tear slides down her cheek.

What the fuck?

Has someone upset her? Has he upset her?

“What is it?” He inches closer. He sets the bottle and glasses atop the dresser.

She blinks away her tears and looks at him, eyes wide and solemn.

“Jon…I’m pregnant.”

~~~~~~~~~~

He’s the luckiest man in the world. How he got here defies belief, but here he is.

A wife he loves more than anything.

A beautiful stepson.

And now, these two baby girls.

He cradles one carefully while she holds the other. The one in his arms is wide-eyed and silent. Her head is covered in a thick black fuzz. Her younger sister - by twelve minutes - has Dany’s hair, if she has any at all, and is sleeping peacefully. They’ve decided to call them after their grandmothers, with no small amount of suggestion from both.

Jae will be here any time to meet them. He hasn’t stopped talking about it since they told him he was going to be a big brother. He was hoping for a boy, at first.

In Jon’s mind, there is still time for that.

All he feels is love. It drowns out the fears and anxieties and doubts. He’s got this. They’ve got this.

It isn’t biology that makes him a father. It’s this love. It’s unlimited and unconditional, and it’s wrapped like a warm blanket around them all.

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Cause you’re all I want You’re all I need You’re everything, everything

Jonerys - Everything by Lifehouse

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Happy father's day to Jon Snow*!

Boatie is thriving and is just the happiest toddler. As a gift, he got loads of kisses from her. And flowers that she picked herself. She insisted in braiding his hair this morning and, as always, he obliged. She also insisted that the look wasn't complete until she added some of the flowers!

Earlier he was crying because Daenerys just announced she's pregnant again 🤧!

Now, he's just *very* smug about it! 😌

Happy Father's Day, Jon Snow* 🤍

*s8 excluded, we don't claim that Jon.

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brother for sale | a Targling fluff fic

This is a few days later than I planned, but alas moving even a few streets away is proving to be ridiculous especially in this muggy hellscape I’m living in, plus a migraine disorder that has flared, and then I hurt my wrist while lifting boxes.  Ugh.  Nevertheless, here you go!  This is sort of a Father’s Day fic too?  Happy Father’s Day Jon!  

Daddy pointed again to the price tag. “It’s fifteen dragons and ninety-nine crowns. Remember? Here.” He reached into his pocket and removed some coins, showing her. He pointed them out. There were bills and coins. He pointed to the bills. “Dragons…” Then to the bigger coins. “Stags…” And then to the tiny ones. “Crowns.”

In her Night’s Watch Ranger Force Smokey, the Wolf coin box at home, she had five dragons that she got for watching Ghost their dog for a whole day and taking him on a walk and even giving him his food. If she got… “What more do I need if I have five?” she asked him, looking up.

“Ten,” he answered, his gray eyes narrowing. His voice dropped. “Are you asking if you can buy it yourself? You will need ten more dragons.”

“How do I get those?”

“Well, you need to earn them.”

Sometimes when she was very good doing her chores without asking– making her bed, taking her plate to the sink, and not being mean to Aemon– Muna would give her a dragon or two, which she dutifully placed inside of her coin bank. There were other times, she remembered shrewdly, when Muna would be washing clothes and Daddy had left some money in his pocket. Muna took it and put it in her bag, saying it was his loss. Or sometimes in the couch she found some coins or two.

She ran her tongue over her teeth, calculating that it probably would not take too long for her to get the money to buy her toy herself. Since Daddy would not do it for her.

Muna also told her that they were Targaryens. They were dragons.

“Your last name may be Snow, issa prumia, but inside your body beats the heart of a dragon, the blood of Old Valyria, and we take what we want with fire and blood.” Muna would kiss her cheek, hug her, and tell her she was a Dragon Wolf, she could have the whole world if she wanted. “You have to work for it, hard work, determination, and fire and blood.”

Her nose twitched, excited at the prospect.

She was going to take her toy with fire and blood.

“Okay.” She held her hand to him. “Let’s go.”

Daddy drew back, surprised. He narrowed his eyes again, studying her. She beamed up at him, placing an extra bit of batting her eyelashes like Muna sometimes did to him. He drew his mouth into a thin line, murmuring. “Hmmm.” He said nothing, shoved his money into his pocket and took her hand. His other hand, he placed around the sling in front of him, Aemon bouncing up and down, squealing.

Lyanna smiled wide again, cocking her head, still planning.

All she needed to find was ten dragons.

How hard could that be?

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phoebe waller bridge could do game of thrones but d&d couldnt do killing eve or fleabag

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