Jon going political or so he thinks...
Repost of a once satirical fic... until the show got dumber...
Chapter 1
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Jon had decided to be political. After all how else was he supposed to develop as a character? It was a serious question. So how was he going answer it? Well since he was a fool and an idiot he wouldn’t. Duh. So yeah where were we? Yes Jon was going to be political with Dany… WHAT? Stupid brain! Not ‘Dany’! Are you in love with her or something? No ‘evil pyro-bitch’… yes that’s what he was going to call her. The evil pyro-bitch who listed her accomplishments in such a beautiful, graceful way… What the hell Jon? Get over it!
She is EVIL. Her beautiful eyes that he could drown in, the swell of those breasts… it had to be evil. Otherwise why the hell was it so insanely distracting? She was a wicked Targaryen! A foreign slut! Who, amazingly enough for sluts, didn’t seem to be sleeping with anyone. It had to be a trick! It did, it did, it did! Didn’t it?
But how was he going to be political with this gorgeous crea… damnit Jon! Get a hold of yourself. Yes, how was he going to be ‘political’ with her? Obviously he had no idea since he was a political moron and needed Sansa’s help to tie his own shoelaces… which was quite an accomplishment given that his shoes had no laces.
So how would he do this? He had no idea. Time to meditate. But he didn’t know how to meditate. So what? Since when had knowing nothing stopped him from doing anything? It would be his epitaph. ‘Here lies Jon Snow, he knew nothing and he did it.’ Very well he would make it up.
Jon sat down on the floor of the room he’d been given in Dragonstone. He closed his eyes. He decided to let his thoughts wander. They wandered to the curve of the Dragon Queen’s ass. So he opened them again. Okay, this wasn’t working. Maybe he needed to chant something. But chant what? Who cares? Just make up something that sounds stupid beyond belief, that’s what chanting is all about. Maybe you’ll get a revelation.
Jon closed his eyes again. His thoughts wandered to the Dragon Queen’s good heart, and what was on top of that heart, especially outside the skin, especially… he knew it! She was a sorceress. She must have bewitched him! It didn’t matter. He was going to chant something anyhow.
“Donsa, Monsa, Shonsa,” he said, “Fonsa, Nonsa, Lonsa.” Was it helping? He felt like a complete idiot. Well that is quite a revelation isn’t it? Was it, though? He didn’t know of course since he knew nothing. So he continued.
At length his consciousness shifted to another plane. That was really wacky since he was used to three dimensions but planes had only two dimensions. A square approached him. “Hello Jon, it is I Robb!”
“So your heaven is to live as a square for all eternity? Interesting” Jon replied, truly understanding his brother better.
“Jon you should never have gone to meet Daenerys, you needed to keep the North independent” square Robb said.
“From what? Life? Because that’s exactly what we were about to accomplish,” he replied, as his chanting in the worldly realm grew ever more intense, Flonsa, Cronsa, Wronsa, Tonsa, Sonsa Honsa…
“Fuck that now,” Robb replied, and Jon had another revelation, ascended spirits could still be foul mouthed as wounded pirates.
“What should I do?”
“You need to go Undercover Jon! Undercover!”
“Of her sheets you mean, because I’d love doing that,” Jon replied, hey square Robb was so Cool!
“Forget it, you just bend the knee. Sansa will do the rest,” square Robb answered.
“So Danerys will bring massive armies, she will bring her dragons, she will provide the dragonglass, she will lead forces into battle, she will ride dragons into battle and face the enemy directly, and Sansa will do what exactly?”
“Sansa will destroy her!” Robb replied.
Alright this was starting to sound too stupid. He must chant harder Fronsa, Groansa, Stonedsa… “And how exactly will she do that?”
“By throwing shade at her! Mwahahahhaha” the square replied and the straight edges shook. Jon could swear he was almost a circle for a moment there.
“Robb how have you grown stupider after death? I thought ascended spirits had great knowledge and wisdom.”
“You’re one to talk Mister I saw absolutely nothing when I was dead!” Robb replied. He had a point. Actually he had four points like all good squares did. However this conversation was clearly pointless now, so Jon stopped chanting and fell unconscious.
A few hours later Ser Davos woke him up. He remembered nothing. Well next to nothing, except that he had to get under Dany’s sheets. So that’s what he was going to do. Why did he need to meditate for that?
Chapter 2: King's Landing goes bye bye
Jon walked towards the throne room. All around him King's Landing was in ruins. Devastation and destruction everywhere. All done by his Queen.
At length he stood before Drogon. The Dragon seemed to take a minor amount of interest in him. Sniffed him. Jon got an erection... Um what the fuck? That was not supposed to happen. This is not the dragon whose sniffing should give me erections. Drogon apparently caught on too. Disgusted, the dragon turned away. He had no time for this freaky pervert.
So Jon went ahead. Into the throne room. There she stood. Right beside the Iron Throne. At that juncture an original thought went through his brain. This was remarkable since he hadn't had one of those this season: How the hell had this iron contraption managed to stay rust free for three hundred years while situated in a castle right next to the sea? He thought Dany must be thinking the same thing... after all what else would she be thinking?
"They must clean it with oil," he said. He was proud of himself. He had anticipated what she was thinking about and answered her question before she even asked it. Maester Aemon would be proud. That is, if Jon had remembered him. Or anyone had remembered him. Which they didn't. Because this was season 8. And Targaryens were supposed to be evil and mad...
Why did she have such a confused look? Was she too dazzled by his brilliance?
"Is that why it is erect?" she asked.
Huh? What? Oh damn, her mind was elsewhere... okay better not tell her how that happened. Change the subject. Change it now!
"Why did you kill so many people Dany?" ah yes. That should distract her from her current course of inquiry.
"Cersei was using their innocence as a weapon against me!" she replied.
"Dany that makes no sense whatsoever."
"And what does this season?" she retorted angrily. She was tapping her foot. Arms akimbo. Waiting for him to respond. Daring him to respond. Respond with what?
"That's unfair. I can only respond to your questions with with 'I don't want it', 'I love you', and 'you are my Queen.' You know none of these can answer your question. Why don't you tell me what comes after 21?" there, that ought to stump her. She only knew how to count up to twenty.
"Forty-two," she replied, a smug look settling on her face. Damn Hitchiker's guide! His trousers were starting to feel extremely constrictive now.
Dany decided to take advantage of that. A few quick steps and she was there. Next moment his 'stem and stones' were in her soft hands. How did this happen? Why didn't he stop her? Why would he stop her?
"So you really want to fuck your aunt now, do you? You're such a naughty boy, I think I should take care of this" Dany said. "Wanting to sleep with a woman who looks like your parent? Hmm... The Maesters have a name for this don't they? But boys are supposed to outgrow it aren't they? Maybe some naughty boys never do, hmmm..."
What the hell? No. This would not go unchallenged. "Actually that would only work if the woman resembled my mother. NOT my father." There. Jon was proud of himself. He did know something.
"Oh I wouldn't have minded that threesome, Rhaegar, me, and his baby makes three," she responded, almost instantaneously. And just like that she had taken care of it. Everything went completely limp. Jon wondered if it would ever get solid again. She had inflicted him with erectile dysfunction at 22! That's what he gets for asking her to count beyond 21!
"So you're not into harem fics either, I suppose? Don't worry dear nephew, here is a little blue pill for you," she said smiling sweetly.
"Um, Dany, these won't be invented for centuries."
"Neither will the Geneva conventions, but as you will learn, anachronism is a way of life for me" she replied.
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"Okay Dany, enough is enough. I'm going to kill you now," Jon said.
"Not if I kill you first by calling Drogon," she replied.
"I am impossible to kill. The collective wishes of a million incel and misogynist fanboys will never let me die. Do remember that two of them run the show. I will kill you and then make painful faces. It is Emmy worthy material, I tell ya."
"Why exactly are you killing me?" she asked.
Uh oh. Trouble.
"I don't want it."
"Try again. That makes no sense," Dany replied.
"Uh... I love you."
"Try again."
"Uh...Ummm... Err... you are my Queen?" Jon was really sweating now.
"Still makes no sense."
"Error 404, page not found," Jon said. And collapsed. Unconscious.














