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Just made a moon board of Gryffindor!Dany and Slytherin!Jon
Jon/Dany “Why the fuck is there a cat in my bed?”
Jon blinked at the lump squirming beneath his crisply-made bed. It tunneled and move, each wiggle displacing the hospital corners a little more. Finally, it popped out at his headboard and, with an over dramatic yawn, a black kitten flopped down on Jon pillow with a giant yawn.
He blinked again, not really sure what he was expecting. Finally, Jon called out their bedroom door, “Dany darling, why the fuck is there a cat in my bed?”
A minute passed before his girlfriend appeared in the door, dressed in an oversized red sweater and black leggings. “What was that? You know I hate shouting room-to-room.”
“There’s a cat. In our bed.” Jon pointed to where the kitten had curled up and was licking at its paw with a bright pink tongue.
“Oh!” Dany giggled and went to the bed, kissing him on the cheek as she breezed by. She picked up the protesting kitten, but after a long, angsty mewl it rubbed its head against her cheek. “This little sweety is Drogon. I adopted him this morning. The Humane Society had a stand outside the grocery store and he was one of the last, lonely kittens.”
“Thanks for the heads up.” Jon raised his eyebrows. While he would’ve liked a call, Dany knew as well as he did that she had him wrapped around her finger. He never would’ve been able to say no, even if he wanted to. “Why Drogon?”
“I wanted a pet dragon when I was a kid, but I could never say it right. My brother always made fun of me because of it and said my dragon would be called Drogon.”
“Viserys?” Jon scrunched his brow. She seemed happy about the memory, and Vis wasn’t normally associated with happy memories.
“Rhaegar. It’s one of the few memories I have of him before he moved to college.”
Drogon licked Dany’s cheek and she fell back in a flurry of giggles. Jon went and fell back beside her, pulling her and the kitten into his lap. Both woman and kitten snuggled up against Jon and he felt his eyes falling shut as he contentedly relaxed in the moment. He idly drew swirls along her shoulder, wondering how he could get the cat away from her for something a bit naughtier than a little kitten should see. Suddenly, he felt something nibbling on his toe.
“Dany, your cat has decided to make me its dinner.” He mumbled, burrowing his face in her hair.
“That’s a little hard since Drogon is currently asleep.” She responded.
“Ow!” Jon opened his eyes as pain shot up his big toe and retracted his foot. Dany cradled Drogon in her arms like a baby and, true to her word, he was asleep. “Then what just bit me?”
Dany smiled in that way that normally meant she had an elaborate plan for date night, or that she and his cousin Sansa had concocted some scheme to get a politician to vote in favor of their environmental lobbying firm. In this context, Jon did not like that look.
“Dany, what just bit me?”
“So, you know how Drogon was one of the last kittens?”
“You didn’t!” His eyes widened, comprehending exactly what she meant.
“I may have adopted all the last ones . . .”
Jon peered over the edge of the bed, scared about what exactly he was going to see. Below, a white cat with green eyes stared up at him. At its side sat a silver-grey cat. “How many is all?” He thought he might faint.
“Those are Silver and Long Claw.” She smiled. “It’s just these three.”
“And how exactly will they get along with Ghost?” He said, naming his giant white husky.
Dany shrugged. “We’ll figure it out. I couldn’t just leave them there, all sad and lonely. What if they got euthanized?”
“The Humane Society doesn’t euthanize their animals. They’re humane.”
Already, his mind was running through all the things they would probably need to get. His family had always been a dog family, dating back to his great-grandfather’s hunting dogs. Sansa had a sweet little beagle named Lady, and her sister Arya had a pitbull called Nymeria who seemed fierce but was a total dork for her owner and the rest of the family. Adjusting to the kittens would definitely be an interesting challenge.
Jon stared at the two kittens on the floor, then looked back at Drogon. “I don’t mind, not exactly, but this is going to take some crazy adjusting. I don’t think I’ve had this big of a shock in a while.”
“Well, I actually have one more shocked for you.” Dany smiled mischievously.
“Don’t tell me you got a spider. You know I hate spiders.” Jon joked.
“No, it’s a good shock.” Dany set Drogon down besides his siblings. “I’m pregnant.”
And then Jon really did faint.
A Dance of Shadows - Daenerys III (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/vTPy5HlbMab History is written by those who claimed victory. It's been one year since the death of Daenerys Targaryen, called by some the mad queen, and the North and the Six Kingdoms try to rebuild all that was lost. Jon Snow had disappeared beyond the Wall, his wolf last seen near Hardhome. Queen Sansa "the Wise" is facing unrest in the nearby villages, which leads her to make questionable choices in the eyes of her people. In the South, king Bran "the Broken" seems to be more and more absent and fear for his life makes people uneasy about the succession. As once again instability risks to break the kingdoms, a hero reappears, with the name of a long-feared enemy, and an old song is beginning to be sung once again, with fire and ice meeting for one last dance. Gendrya, Jonerys... and certainly other ships. But a lot of plotlines. Not mentioned, but coming: Some news from the iron islands and Dorne, trouble coming from Essos... oh, and some resurrection, perhaps.
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Wherein we learn what Daenerys is doing with the mysterious bowl of snow!
“When Sam opened the door at his knock, Jon was surprised to see Gilly sitting at the hearth, sewing a patch on one of Sam's black robes while Little Sam played with a finely carved wooden horse that Jon recognized as being of Dothraki make. He greeted them all cautiously, and Gilly looked up at him with a "Hmmph" and went back to her work. "Gilly brought Little Sam back to visit me," Sam explained after saying his hello. "We've been having a lovely evening." Jon knelt by the boy and asked him, "That's a fine horse, where did it come from?" Little Sam galloped the steed to Jon's knee, barely tapping its fragile hooves on the floor, then made it rear up with an excellent whinny. "Queen Dany's blood man gived him to me," the little boy said. "She rides hrazefi and zhavorsi and her blood man maked my hrazef." "One of the bloodriders," Sam explained. "Gilly does a bit of sewing for Her Grace, and Viggo has a boy Little Sam's age waiting for him back on Dragonstone. He carves Little Sam toys sometimes, and teaches him words in Dothraki. He says that the Queen--" "--rides horses and dragons, aye, I know that bit of the language," Jon said. Little Sam went on, "I have a running hrazef and a raring hrazef and two standing hrazefi. He's gwine'ta make me a walking hrazef next." The conversation went on in that vein for some time, and Jon marveled at how clever the little boy was, peppering their conversation with well-pronounced Dothraki words, and how gentle he was with the fragile toy. Little Sam was no monster, any more than Dany. And how could he be hated by the Gods? He'd been rescued from his vile father, rescued from a White Walker, and now was growing up in a castle, among people who loved him so much they put aside great differences to keep his family together. And on top of that, he was a fine-looking little lad, well-favored in every way. The Gods made no sense at all. Read the whole thing on Ao3. Completely written. Updates 1-3 times per week.
Alert ! Biggest heart eyes level ever witnessed
Can you believe we got 10 years of incest fucking we never asked for ONLY TO BE ROBBED OUT OF JON AND DANY FUCKING AT LEAST ONE MORE TIME!?? Can you believe it? Cause I sure as hell don’t.
A Bad Recap:
Game of Thrones - 8x04 - The Last of the Starks
What’s even more annoying is antis posting in the tag
You’re not gonna convince anyone who is Pro Daenerys that this was “foreshadowed” or any Jonerys for that matter
So leave us alone and shut up.