#CEO!Daenerys

[daenystheedreamer]

last reblog. oh you are all so wrong about modern au asoiaf. so so wrong. jon snow goes into the military at 18 like a freak he does not fucking get a polisci degree

#sansa's a teacher like you think shes gonna be a girlboss ceo? no shes kind and teaches children #if you think daenerys would get into fashion than kys. shes doing womens studies. #modern au #asoiaf

[sunny12th]

my thoughts: dany burns down volantis of course but she picks up some volantis weed. she takes it to dragonstone, PLANTS IT, it thrives in the volcanic soil (maybe she builds greenhouses?). dany introduces weed to westeros and, since she burned down volantis, she is the sole supplier of volantis weed to essos. dany builds the first marijuana monopoly, forms a partnership with the tyrells to expand and use their land. the house targaryen 🤝 house tyrell weed empire begins.

#dany first ceo in westeros #tyrion uses weed in diplomacy #mine #asoiaf #daenerys targaryen

[suresha]

“ this can’t happen again. ” (modern dany?)

MORNING  AFTER  STARTERS.

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆  ||  @shacchou

          Daenerys  sat  up  in  bed  quietly,  pulling  the  sheet  over  her  naked  form.  It  was  still  early,  for  a  quick  glance  towards  the  windows  gave  hint  to  a  sky  still  straining  to  showcase  some  sun.  It  was  not  yet  sunrise  which  meant  plenty  of  time  to  get  to  class  and  in  his  case,  get  to  work.  Assuming  that's  where  he  was  going.  She  hadn't  been  in  Domino  long.  Her  stay  was  merely  school  related  for  the  next  eight  weeks.  After  that,  she  would  be  heading  back  to  the  states  to  resume  her  studies  there  under  the  watchful  eyes  of  her  brother.  Speaking  of  Viserys...

          Dany  reached  over  and  grabbed  her  phone  off  of  the  nightstand.  She  had  four  missed  calls  from  him  as  well  as  a  text  message  demanding  to  know  her  whereabouts.  Mentally  groaning,  Dany  found  herself  slipping  out  of  bed  too.  As  much  as  she  longed  to  rest  some  more,  this  wasn't  her  place  and  it  wouldn't  be  long  before  he  was  kicking  her  out,  his  opening  statement  being  sign  enough.

          ❝This  can't  happen  again.❞

          It  stung,  to  hear  such  a  statement  without  the  slightest  hint  of  compassion  or  feeling,  but  this  was  a  one  night  stand.  As  Margaery  once  pointed  out  to  her,  she  shouldn't  expect  much  from  them  if  she  dared  to  give  it  a  go.  And  dared  she  did  for  an  array  of  reasons  that  began  with  being  alone  in  foreign  country  to  missing  her  ex.  Still,  regardless  of  his  words,  Dany  shred  what  was  left  of  her  dignity  by  slipping  by  him  to  find  the  sundress  she  wore  last  night.  She  would  wash  up  at  her  apartment.  All  that  mattered  was  taking  this  famous  'walk  of  shame'  quickly  so  she  could  put  last  night  behind  her.

          ❝Right.❞

          Turning  her  back  to  him,  she  dropped  the  sheet  long  enough  to  slide  the  dress  over  her  form.  Her  flats  were  nearby  so  tiny  feet  quickly  slid  within  them.  The  last  thing  she  would  do  is  sweep  the  room  for  her  purse  and  keys.  She  knew  she  probably  looked  a  hot  mess  but  nothing  that  couldn't  be  fixed  once  she  got  back  to  her  place.  ❝Thanks  for  the  coffee  and  stuff  last  night.  I'll  just   go.❞

          Because  what  else  to  say?  It  seemed  rather  awkward  to  stand  there  and  ramble  on  about  things  he  may  or  may  not  care  about.  She'd  have  to  call  Margaery  up  later  and  ask  questions  about  these  things,  but  for  now,  she  fumbled  with  the  door  intent  to  make  her  exit  home.

#shacchou #friends romans countrymen lend me your ears ( answered ) #ic ┆ i must have fire in my eyes when i face them ( daenerys targaryen ) #// ngl i struggled with this one #but it was mostly because i kept going back and forth #in my head which modern verse to use #i have a verse where dany is the CEO of a company #but that dany is an asshole #and i was worried she'd piss kaiba off to the point #where he flat out wouldn't talk to her again #so i went with the college verse lmao #long reads tw #queued post

[lemonhemlock]

To me Rhaenyra would’ve been such an enjoyable character if she wasn’t perpetually framed as the hero (which is the intent, so that’d be a different show), If she could’ve been as sheltered, entitled, and even cruel as she actually is without always being presented as the flawless chosen one… she’d been great to watch ngl. She happens to be portrayed by two strong performers, and Emma in particular plays the “entitled” and “manipulative”part very well.

I’m definitely Team Green, as in, i do think Aegon is the heir over Rhaenyra from the moment he’s born, but my issues with Rhaenyra aren’t about her thinking the throne is hers, or fighting for it. She’s the firstborn and it was promised to her. I get that and do sympathise with her because of that.

The obvious comparison is Shiv Roy (the circumstances are very different, i’m talking framing/writing) who many might say is the best Roy (and this could’ve been said about Rhaenyra even without the hero framing) because she is the most left-leaning, and she also says pretty things like “when I’m queen I’ll create a new order”. It’s when it comes to actions, neither can truly back it up, because the quest for power is what matters the most, and Shiv wasn’t patted on the head during hers. It was also acknowledged a few times that she does believe in the things her brothers don’t care for. Why was it impossible for Rhaenyra to be written like this? Cause she’s supposed to be Daenerys 2.0 and that’s a shame

rhaenyra would have benefited tremendously from shiv's writing. for example, shiv's storyline during "america decides" is so well-executed & elaborate - hotd could never. she wants the democrat candidate to win bc she does believe in more left-leaning ideals, but, at the same time, her selfishness and self-preservation and desire for power come into play as she wants to lead her father's company via the arrangement she has with matsson. so she finds herself in a situation where she wants to eat her cake and have it too - have jimenez win but NOT if he agrees to block the deal to sell off waystar.

in the end, her desire for power wins over and she refuses to even try to (indirectly) convince jimenez' team to accept to block the deal like her brothers want - she never makes the phone call. if waystar gets sold off, she can't "win" and she wants to win no matter what. and she gets called out for this. explicitly and dramatically. kendall catches her red-handed and her hypocrisy is exposed for all to see. shiv doesn't care enough for her principles to make a personal sacrifice, even if it's for the good of the entire country. it's sympathetic because she is trying as a woman to react to being excluded from the high echelons of power, but, at the same time, it's utterly meaningless, because she is/will be rich af no matter what, so being CEO is just child's play. just that other people will get hurt if the fascist mencken becomes president, but who cares about that, right? shiv is a privileged woman who will be ok no matter what, the suffering will always be reserved for other people.

poignant parallel to the targaryens fighting over the throne and never choosing the welfare of the people over their own consolidation of power. rhaenyra could have been a rich woman living her comfortable housewife life, but she feels so entitled to a position she doesn't even care to fulfill properly that she plunges the entire continent in a pointless civil war. she doesn't have a political bone in her body, is diplomatically inept and her administration skills are lacking, but viserys promised she'd be queen, so that's that. just like shiv doesn't have any true qualifications or experience to be CEO, but she pursues that goal to the detriment of her personal relationships and morality.

as you said, shiv is not patted on the back for holding the "right" political beliefs, she is not given chosen-one white-hart framing, she is presented with all her complexity and flaws and contradictions. like rhaenyra, she is not shown to do an altruistic gesture if it doesn't benefit her in some way, so the narrative doesn't treat her like the second coming of christ. rhaenyra could have similarly been a groundbreaking female character - not necessarily likable, but sympathetic and complex and ultimately interesting.

#ask #anon #shiobhan roy #anti rhaenyra targaryen #hotd x succession

[ashleyfanfic]

Thank you for the NSFW recs! When you have the time, I would love to hear your favourite Jonerys slowburn fics 🔥

Oh slow burn. Alright, so full confession, I usually don't have the time for slow burn. It's infuriating sometimes because I'm like FUCKING KISS EACH OTHER and then they don't and it makes my anxiety fucking sky rocket!

BUUUUUT that isn't to say that there aren't fics out there that nail it to me. This is a small list of fics off the top of my head. Granted, most of these are modern AU because I guess, as a whole, this fandom just decided we're just gonna make them fuck right off the bat cause they both deserve it. I mean, there are a few that canon divergent - but show/book Jon/Dany deserved to fuck each other until they collapse. So, with that in mind, here they are in no particular order: (M for modern AU - C for canon divergent) Westeros' Most Eligible Bachelor by @muttpeeta - M After one too many public scandals, Prince Jon Targaryen agrees to be the new star of "Westeros' Most Eligible Bachelor." He just wants to clean up his act and change the public's perception of him as the black sheep of the family, but he might just get more than he bargained for. Enter contestant: Daenerys Targaryen. His aunt.

You Can Never Be Mine by @muttpeeta - C Jon Snow knows it's wrong to covet what his brother has. He's never begrudged Robb Stark his title or his claim as the heir to Winterfell. But when Daenerys is taken in as Lord Stark's ward and betrothed to Robb, Jon's honor is tested in a way he never expected.

Desirable Business by @dracoignisworld and @dragonanddirewolf - M - In 1960's New York, creative director Jon Snow is faced with a challenge. His new secretary Daenerys is everything he is not; kind, friendly and innocent. With her around the office, he finds it hard to distinguish between reality and his fantasies. There can be consequences to desiring someone you should not have.

Written in the Scars on This Heart by @jalenmara and @notpmahlem - M - Daenerys Targaryen, supermodel and face of House Targaryen, a rising star in the world of Fashion, is commonly known as the most beautiful woman in the world. And someone wants her dead. Jon Snow, running from the ghosts of his own past, lands the job any man would kill for— protecting her. But can he protect his own heart from her?

Where the Wild Things Are by @stilesssolo - M - Daenerys Targaryen has fought tooth and nail to get to the high-ranking position she has at Tyrell Outdoor Recreational Equipment, Inc, doing everything within her power to help the planet along the way. Jon Snow has a dog with over two million instagram followers, despite the fact that he can't figure out how to work the app to save his life. When sales drop enough to threaten Tyrell's environment-saving programs, Daenerys is determined to find influencers that can turn the tides for her company. And she has her eye on Jon. Or, well— technically, Ghost.

Her Life, Her Death by magicmoon11 - C - Swayed by the powerful words of a dying queen, Stannis Baratheon takes in baby Daenerys Targaryen as his ward. In the North, Eddard Stark is ordered to raise Jon Snow to wed and dishonor the Targaryen princess, by bringing bastard blood into her line, and ending the Dragons forever. Across the continent, and across the Narrow Sea, the wheel continues to turn, and the Great Game commences. Thus begins a series of events that would change the fate of Westeros forever. Familial relationship between gruff Stannis and his ward. Eventual Jon x Dany.

The Oasis - @fierypen37 - M - With uptight and stressed CEO Daenerys Targaryen's regular masseur on leave, she has to make do with the replacement Jon Snow. Relaxation is not something she can find with his hands on her. Too bad he doesn't feel the same. Except unbeknownst to her, he definitely does. When a threat on her life pushes them together, they must both learn to deal with their growing feelings.

#jonerys #jonerys slow burn #jonerys fic recs #fan fiction is the lifeblood of fandom

[ameonds-dragonn]

Nevermore Wednesday x HOTD

I watched Wednesday and thought of the Targaryens being there. I made an OC after Dany but she has dark hair and purple eyes. But she is literally 21st century Dany. No hate to Wednesday she is my home girl! This for plot! . Also thank you @valeskafics for loving my idea and hyping me up to post it!

Summary: daenerys Targaryen is the oldest daughter of Daemon, his half witch half shape shifter child. The very best and ugly of him in a female body, her visions and intuition helps her in Nevermore. She is there with her sightly older cousin, Aemond. Half vampire half shifter. She is madly in love with the resident artist, Xavier Thorpe. 

Daenerys Targaryen, daughter of Daemon and Rhea Targaryen, witch and dreamer. Heiress to Daemons company and part owner of Targaryen international, her uncle’s company. The family company, 9 generations strong.

Y/n’s family had witches, dreamers, shape shifters to vampires. Aunt Ali made that into the line, her cousins were half vamps and half shifters. Her step sisters were shifters like their father and her step mother. This never affected the family business crashing, thankfully everyone kept their powers under wraps. Most of them, Aegon, her older cousin was in and out of magazines for his behavior. Uncle Viserys shipped him to Nevermore academy to help him with his powers. Aegon was too blood thirsty to ever be ceo, Rheanyra was in line to inherit it anyways.

Nevermore wasn’t bad like Aegon had put it, he hated authority, being away from his mother. Nobody put up with his shit that’s how Aemond put it at least. Aegon wasn’t wrong about Thornhill, something smelled off about her. I made friends unlike Aegon. Yoko was my roommate, my sister away from home. Bianca, surprisingly. She was misunderstood, needed someone to listen to her. Underneath her typical mean girl exterior was a sad, lonely girl who wanted love from someone. Xavier, is my best friend in the whole world. We met at my family’s annual gala, his father dumped money into our company.

I was 12 and Xavier was 11, I found him sitting on the staircase, crying. His father had yelled at him for showing his powers off to my cousin, Daeron. A simple rabbit came alive off the page and danced in front of the toddler. I never seen the chubby boy until a year ago, when I started Nevermore. Weems assigned Xavier to be my guide, I never realized who he was until dad laughed as he hugged me. Dad was weird so I didn’t think anything of it. Well until I unknowingly encouraged him to ask Bianca out. My chest rows angered and hurt as I saw him smile at the siren.

They broke up over the summer, I had to be the one who picked up the pieces. Xavier never told me who broke up with who and why. The rumors from Enid’s blog were endless and girls who loved X. Who knows why!

“Dany! We got a new girl!” Kent gushed as he sat down.

“Mid semester?” I furrowed my brows

“Wednesday Addams, I think you have Thornhill with her” Yoko grinned.

“What’s so bad about her? Quit smiling with your fangs, Yo” I sighed.

“Look, 4 o clock” Bianca nudged me

She was dressed in an all black Nevermore uniform, braids, scowl on her face. Enid was smiling and pointing at various students. The bell rang. “Let’s go see how this Addams girl is” Bicana smirked.

“Be nice, b. And not bitchy nice” I said as we passed Xavier’s mural.

The same dark girl stood in front with Thornhill. She was spooky for sure, not a bad one. Xavier smiled at her as he opened his sketch book.

“Miss Targaryen” Thornhill said as I looked at Addams sitting with Xavier

” Daenerys!” Thornhill raised her voice, Yoko kicked my leg

“Yes, Miss Thornhill” I jumped

“Pay attention, Xavier has a hole in his back from you staring at him” Thornhill smirked

“Right” I sighed as Xavier smiled back at me

Xavier’s energy was off after he saw Wednesday and it made Bianca’s off. It made me nauseated as class ended. “He could be yours, if you asked him. And quit hiding in Leana’s skirt” Aegon’s voice ranged in my head.

“Dany, you coming to practice?” Xavier asked

“Oh yeah. Ready to get your ass kicked, sweetheart?” I smirked. Xavier bit his lip and nodded.

I arched my bow back

“What do yoI think about Wednesday?” Xavier asked, making me miss my shot.

“You dick! I missed!” I groaned

“I know” he smirked

“I forfeit” I threw my bow down and walked away

“Dan! Dany! Come on I was joking” Xavier yelled

A knock broke me from my crying and thoughts, Yoko was out with Bianca for the shadow meeting or something.

“Go away, Xavier!” I yelled

The knocking continued

“Enid leave me alone fuck!” I opened the door to my slightly older, much taller cousin, Aemond.

“Loose your attitude, bitch” Aemond walked in

“Jerk” I smiled

“You’re not suppose to be up here, Thornhill will kill you” I sighed

“Not before I find out why my cousin is bawling her eyes out. Now talk” Aemond raised his eyebrow at me.

“It’s stupid. It could be solved if I listened to Aegon” I plopped on my bean bag

“Don’t listen to Aegon ever. Why do you say that?” Aemond rubbed my head

“I really like Xavier and I can tell he is in love with Wednesday fucking Addams already. She sat with him for one class and he’s already planning their wedding in his head. I seen them at the dance this semester” I broke down.

“Dany, calm down. He can’t love her just in one day” Aemond said.

“He has the same look, he did when I pushed him to ask out Bee” I looked my cousin in the eyes.

—————- a week later

I was walking to meet Xavi for archery practice for the day. “Nice leggings, Dee” Enid smiled as she typed away.

“Thanks, babe!” I giggled

“Hey” I grabbed my bow as he was showing Wednesday how to shoot.

“Oh Dany! Daenerys, Wednesday Addams. Wednesday, Daenerys” Xavier smiled.

“At least I’m not an elitist snob” Wednesday deadpanned and made her bullseyes

“Ouch” Xavier said

“Damn, I gave you a week until I showed you I didn’t need your help” I giggled

“Dany” Xavier sighed

“Right. Sorry your manhood is damaged now” I bit my tongue

“Why do you have to be a mini version of Daemon?” He sighed

“It’s fun, my love. Now excuse me, I’m gonna sneak out with Yoko. See ya later, Thorpe” i patted his back as I left him with his thoughts.

“And then Enid asked Wednesday to join us for the Poe cup. I mean how do we even know she is even worth having. I love bee but I would love to beat her even more” Yoko gushed. I sat in the window seal, barely hearing anything she had said

“Dany? Dan? Daenerys, hey” Yoko shook me.

But it went dark and I hit the floor

“Danyy! Shit” Yoko ran off

I woke up in the medical wing, my head was pounding out of my skull.

I looked over to see Xavier sleeping in the chair, his neck was showing. He must have felt my eyes on him, he got startled.

“Hey hey. You’re wake!” He smiled

“What happened? Why are you here?” I deadpanned

“Apparently you passed out and fell when Yoko was talking to you. She busted into my room screaming for me to help her. I’m your best friend why do you say that?” Xavier held my hand

I dropped his hand and stood up grabbing my sweatshirt. Well Xavier’s sweatshirt, fuck it! It was comfortable.

“Dany!”

———- two weeks later

Xavier barely talked to anyone, staying in his shed if it wasn’t school hours. The community outreach was boring as always. I got assigned to pilgrim world with Yoko and Bianca.

I snuck away and decided I needed a chai latte to even make it through this hell of Jericho. According to Enid’s blog Xavier was at the coffee shop for his assignment. Aemond was there too or maybe he snuck off to the library.

“Let me guess an iced vanilla chai with almond milk?” Xavier grinned as he sat in the side of the booth.

“You remember” I smiled

He grinned and went to make my drink

“Here” I tried to give him a ten

“Quit, on the house. I don’t make pretty girls pay for stuff” Xavier shut my hand with the bill crumbling in my hand.

“Xavier! At least take it for a tip” I sighed

“Be right there” he said as he walked to the counter to help a customer

“You’re supposed to be at pilgrim world, kid” Aemond punched my shoulder, playful like.

“Here I thought you blew this assignment off. Looks like only of us are the smart Targaryen” I smirked.

“I promised mom I wouldn’t be like Aegon and actually interact with people”

“Mamas boy” I laughed

“How’s daddy gonna get his little girl out of this one?” He shot back

“Hey Wednesday!” Tyler smiled as he came from the back room

“Does everyone have the hots for the mini goth?” I threw my head back.

I stood up, “See ya, Aem. Be good”

“Dany?” Xavier quipped

“What?”

He held my latte

“Thanks” I took it and left him standing there

I was sitting under an oak tree, reading the family history again. I could quote it word for word but I needed comfort. Dad was in London for a business trip.

“When are you gonna tell how you feel and not sulk like a lost puppy?” A voice asked

It was Bianca

“How can you tell?” I sighed

“Because he looked at me like how you do him. Don’t lose him to another” she sat down.

“Piss off” I brought my knees to my chest

“Before I piss off.. Listen, I know you love him, just tell him how you feel. You would be surprised in the outcome, Dans” She held my hand

“Why would you help your ex’s best friend get with your ex?” I scoffed

“Because I like you shockingly. You remind me of me a little too much also” Bianca looked with her ocean blues

I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face, “I’ve already lost him to Wednesday. There’s nothing I can do to show him how I feel. Thanks but you’re too late, bee bee”

“Stop crying. I don’t do crying” She pulled me into her chest

“Shut up, sushi” I giggled

“Hate that name, but since you’re sad I’ll let it pass” she rubbed my back

“Don’t mention to anyone that you saw me cry. Now kindly fuck off” I stood up

“Tell him!” She yelled

I walked up the stairs to mine and Yoko’s room, I passed Wednesday and Enid’s. Suddenly a severed hand ran across my shoe, making me yelp.

“Thing!” A voice yelled as they jerked the door open.

Wednesday

“Is that your family pet? We have a dragon”, I blurted out

“You’re the Targaryen girl” Wednesday looked at me as she picked up her hand.

“How do you know who I am but not Xavier’s family?” I asked

“My father has a copy of your family’s history. Daemon’s daughter from his rocky first marriage”, she quipped

I looked her up and down

“How do you know that? That’s not in the book it stopped after my great great grandfather” I scoffed.

“Enid” The small girl shut her door

“Can’t wait for this semester to be over”, I sighed as I finished my journey to my dorm

——————-

I sat with Xavier and Aemond during breakfast before class broke. Xavier winced every little movement, claiming he hurt his back during fencing. They haven’t had fencing in a week.

“Look at his neck, Aem” I threw my thought in Aemond’s head

“His fencing wound. So what?”

“You’ve not had fencing in a week moron”, I rolled my eyes

Aemond stood up, saying his goodbyes for the day. Alys was at the other side of the quad. Of course he leaves me without no answers.

“How does one get a starch like that from a fencing sword? Wednesday’s was a tiny nick” I said

“You don’t believe me” Xavier scoffed

“You’re a shitty liar, Thorpe” I smirked

He sighed, “I drew a monster from my vision and it came out and attacked me. Just don’t tell anyone”

“Why don’t you have a bandage? Unless you want your neck to turn green and fall off”, I ran my over his hoodie collar

He jumped back

“See ya in Thornhill” He stalked off

“Yeah you’ll be naming your kids with vampira”, I sighed, collecting my things and met Yoko before our first class

It was getting close to the end of the day, my class with Xavier and Wednesday. The closer I got to the class, my music blaring. I decided to skip class and see what my other family was up to.

“Fuck it”

It was easy to get the dorm hall without Thornhill bugging me about my life and why I blasted the Sex Pistols.

I slammed the door and threw my blazer off, kicking my shoes off.

“Dad will be in London or everywhere. Lena will be pissed that I skipped.” I sighed, scrolling through my contacts.

Egg 🍃

“Worth a shot” I clicked the blue phone and let it rang

“Shut up, it’s my cousin” Aegon sounded out of breath.

“Bad timing, cousin” I giggled

“Kinda but what’s wrong? Go take a shower or something” I heard Aegon tell a girl

The door shut

“What’s wrong? You’re supposed to be in herbology, kiddo” Aegon tried to lecture me

“Stop being my dad! I need my older cousin who I love like my brother to listen” I whined

“I am” Aegon sighed

I bit my lip

“Okay. There’s this new girl Wednesday Addams, she is the goth girl but she gives me Ted Buddy vibes. Anyways Xavier is in love with her, he has been blowing me off. Just hurts because it’s like when he was in love with Bianca. I don’t know, Egg it’s just too much and parent’s weekend isn’t until next month. I already know Dad won’t be there, probably in Spain or bora bora. I’m sorry I bothered you with your hookup” I cried

“Dany! It’s okay breathe, in and out. The new will wear off on Thursday and he’ll ask you to the Rave’n. He does love you, you’re both too chicken to say anything” Aegon replied

“Don’t let this go to your head but you’re right. And it’s Wednesday, bud” I laughed

“There’s that laugh! Now lay down, drink some water and stop worrying” Aegon smiled

“Thanks, Egg. Love you” I smiled, not like he would see it but it’s the thought that counts.

He giggled

“Tell my giant little brother I said hi. He probably won’t notice but won’t being attached to Alys”

“Tell me about it. I walked in on them making out, I asked him something. He responded but didn’t break away from her. Sad thing I understood what he said” I giggled

“Teenage angst. Now don’t call me unless you asked him out and you’ll make me your maid of honor” Aegon said before he hung up

“Aegon! Aeg” I sighed

The door slammed open

“Why weren’t you in class? Did you get sick?” Xavier walked over and laid his on my forehead

“No, I'm not sick. Family issue came up. Did you take any notes or did you impress your little girlfriend with your moving art” I smirked

He jerked his hand back and looked down at me with disgust, “Jealousy isn’t a good look on you Daenerys”

He walked to the door, “She hasn’t do anything to you or Bianca and you two hate her”

“She’s a stalker, Xavier! Somehow she knows about my fathers first marriage and how it was. I never talked to the girl before, she don’t even have a phone. You’re too blinded by love to see it now but she’s no good” I walked over to him

“Like you can point your finger on how crazy people are, Dans. Look in the mirror” Xavier scoffed

“Fuck you” I pushed him out as Yoko walked in with Divana

“What a spoiled brat” I heard him say before leaving

“Asshole!” I yelled back

Yoko and Divana looked at me with a sympathetic smile.

“Want me to sneak Aemond in?” Yoko asked

I shook my head and flopped on my bed

What a fucking day! Curse Wednesday Addams! And fuck Xavier Thrope, he’s such an asshole!

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #daenerys #house of the dragon x Wednesday #xavier wednesday #xavier thrope imagine

[mihrsuri]

I had a threesome with the company owner and his wife and I have no idea what to do next.

(A note from Alison: The LW has noted they have changed some details for anonymity reasons but they have provided enough information to me privately that I don’t doubt this letters authenticity)

A reader writes:

I’m the chairman/ceo of a long running (over a hundred years) nation wide company with significant global interests that is also family owned. While the company itself has remained running and profitable there has been significant upheaval due to disputes over ownership and direction within the ownership team that has only stabilised in recent years due to the current owners father bringing about a merger between his subsidiary company and the larger organisation - in large part through the fact he was married to the daughter of the overall owner prior to him.

All this means that stability is paramount now - though the company is a fantastic place to work (great benefits, renewed flexible culture around WFH) it could still end up taken over by a corp that simply wouldn’t have the interests of employees at heart in the way the company has begun to do now.

Which is where we come to my Situation. Because of my position I’ve worked with both Willas (Owner) and Daenerys (his wife) closely for four years now - Daenerys is in charge of the not for profit foundation and she’s a rockstar at it, as much if not more so than Willas (this isn’t just my opinion - the company loves them both but they adore Daenerys) which means we’ve become friends as well as colleagues - we all share similar interests as well as a passion for improving the company - I’ve even shared parts of my past I’ve never shared with anyone.

I realised I was in love them both a year ago but kept things as professional as I could because I knew nothing could happen. Until a week ago - there was a pretty serious incident at a work event that ended with a broken leg and concussion (the employee is recovering well) and after a long emotional day I was with Daenerys for other reasons (work related) when Willas came running in and kissed us both. And yes, we slept together. And no, I can’t make myself regret it but I worry about what it means for them.

I’m not from the same social background as either of them - not remotely - I got out of poverty due to an amazing teacher in high school and some scholarships and I honestly don’t think I’m worthy of them, especially because if there’s any scandal then it will unnecessarily destabilise the company. But I definitely love them and I have no idea what to do.

#fic #lil and her ridiculous aus #ot3: political power trio #I had so much fun writing this the self indulgence :D #ask a manager things!

[delrcy]

❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜

late night viewing !! // @draconisa

SORRY EVERYONE, JACK can’t come to the phone right now. He’s lost somewhere in the dark corners of his own mind, and it’s hard to find the way out when he’s got no light. Lilly had June to guide the way - he’s got no one. Poor Jack! He’ll probably be back after this commercial break.

THE DEVIL IN the suit looks down at our heroine, miss Daenerys Targaryen, and it smiles. It’s a wicked thing, evident even through the facade of humanhood. She really is spectacular, isn’t she? Her disappearance is going to be the subject of the nightly news for months. It can see it now - tonight on Dateline, what happened to the CEO of Targaryen Enterprises? Did she shirk her responsibilities and start a new life elsewhere, or was she murdered in cold blood? Who would want the charming heiress dead - then again, who wouldn’t? Find the answers to these questions and more, tonight at 9!

AH, BUT IT’S getting a little carried away. It grins its wicked grin, hands folded pleasantly behind Jack’s back, and the voice is so outstandingly human even though Jack will find himself with a sore throat later.

“THE BETTER QUESTION, darling, is what am I not going to do to you?” None of it will be real, of course. Can’t lose the star of the show prematurely because a hand slips at just the right angle - can’t be too careful with the little paper dolls. “Any guesses?”

#ic #draconisa #jack is NOT beating the serial killer allegations and it’s not even his fault smh #well. it’s kind of his fault. but that’s besides the point #SORRY DANYYYY

[adecila]

I think they are doing this to us on purpose...

I love this fandom, I was sad and depressed because of the 💩 ending but after reading all of this amazing jonerys fics I felt happy and no matter what I still found comfort on this.

Please I now it's a lot to ask but don't go don't let them took away this bubble of happiness (you and the others on this fandom created for all of us) from us too.

On purpose? Yes if by that you mean the purpose of doubling down on the season 8 ending and milking whatever they can from the old Game of Thrones fan base. You know, the same ones who are so easily swayed by CGI dragons and will tune in to watch The House Of The Dragon. And the ones who think that the only thing wrong with the ending was that Dany's turn was too quick (but they thought she was mad in the first place, so that's not why they're raging about the ending), the ones who wanted Jon to kill the Night King instead of Arya and the ones who wanted Jon to end up on the Iron Throne.

WE ARE NOT THE SAME WHAT THE FUCK IS NOT CLICKING

Now that I'm heated again and in light of what Emilia said, I'm gonna say this respectfully but you're giving too much credit to HBO AND Kit.

Let me refresh your memory!!!

HBO agreed to the ending we got. Have y'all suddenly forgotten?? The HBO CEO watched the rough cut of the 6 episodes and thought hey these are great

In fact HBO stood by the ending after the petition to redo the season gained worldwide popularity

HBO even thought it appropriate to insult the fans even further and stick by their ending when they gave D and D a cameo in Westworld in which they chop up Drogon

While Kit himself feared that the ending would be divisive, he thought that it was justified:

I'm not saying he wasn't traumatised because it obviously fucked with his head having to kill off his friend on screen (READ THAT AGAIN) I'm just saying y'all are mistaking his grief related to the end of GoT as to the grief for Dany's botched up story.

In fact Kit thought that Jon's ending was "really sweet" 🙃

I cannot overstate how much Kit has in fact stuck by the writing choices

Emilia saying now that this spin off (told y'all the news was real and legit, even if it the spin off might currently be in just the very beginning stages) is certified by Kit doesn't mean shit to us Dany fans!!!

Because tell me what in everything I showed you that Kit said regarding season 8 sounds like a man who would ONLY do a Jon Snow spin off in order to revive Dany and retcon season 8?? It just sounds to me that he loves the character so much he'd probably play it again in most circumstances now that he has had time to deal with his mental health.

Like an asoiaf podcaster said, who if given $10M to play Jon fucking Snow would say no out of principle?

Exactly.

And I'm not "letting them take away anything." Please. I was amongst the last women standing when the last episode aired. I was one of the few still trying to hold everyone's hand through the grief we've had to deal with. I have and still am pouring my heart into so many jonerys fics and I will continue to do so until I can't do it anymore. I've stuck with jonerys through all the shit Kit has said since the ending of GoT, I just tune him out now (after the proper rant ofc) because I really don't trust his judgement on a lot of things 😃

And before you come for me I can still like Kit and drag him for all the shitty things he's done and said. It's called nuance 🤍

Go read an old jonerys fic today and show the author some love. We don't need HBO. We don't need shitty spin offs. We've done well for ourselves for the last 3 years, this isn't going to suddenly make me love jonerys more. Thank god my love for Jon Snow (the legit one, not the s8 one), Daenerys Targaryen and jonerys doesn't depend on what Kit Harington says or does.

#alice has mail #anti game of thrones #anti hbo #anti house of the dragon #anti got #alice rants #the rage of seeing the shit kit has told lmfao i cant with this man??? the audacity of saying you cheered her on #it's giving gaslight gatekeep girlboss #y'all are free to do whatever you want just dont try to tell me this man wouldn't come back to hbo and have a very anti dany spin off lmao #the man who said Jon's true love was ygritte?is this your saviour?bestie even kit is confused he's mixing up his own wife with her characte #and hbo is just desperate to get back all the money they lost with the shitshow of an ending #fucking hell hbo has been trying to make spin offs out of everything under the sun #they just know that the only way it would work outside of cgi dragons is by having a house name attached to it #thats why the starks spinoff didn't work no one cared about the actors

[worthless-weight-in-gold]

Starter for @draconisa w/ the Den

    Personally, she thought it was overkill. If someone nixes on paying you for a job, what you do is... not do the job. Pilot doesn't even really remember how the conversation went that lead to them deciding to send a message, but she also hadn't been paying attention for most of it. As per the usual. Her job requires a lot less information than the rest of theirs do. So potentially she missed some information that explained why they were all going above and beyond, but fundamentally it doesn't matter. The Den came to a decision and she respected that.

Anyway, the girl is meant to be coming along any time now. Long night at the office. Smith declared that there was potentially going to be a hit on her life while she walked home, so Pilot is waiting outside her office building. Her car is parked illegally, but she's sitting on it so it's not like she's abandoned it. Clearly just waiting for someone, few cops would bother. Besides, it's an expensive car outside of a multibillion company -- they won't want to fuck with the driver of some CEO who has enough lawyers to give them paperwork for weeks. Then a woman fitting the description of Daenerys comes out, and Pilot walks up to her and tosses her a phone to make her pause while the human instinct to catch things thrown at them takes over. "You're about to get shot at." After all, the hitman probably would have waited for Daenerys to get somewhere more secluded and where they could get closer except now Pilot is an unexpected variable and they'll take the shot while they have it.

Probably, at least -- oh, no, there it is. Pilot grabs Daenerys when she hears the crack of concrete and sees the pavement behind them crack. Opens the back seat of the car and tosses Daenerys in before ducking into the driver seat. Her side gets grazed by a bullet, but that's it before the relatively-bulletproof car is closed and in motion. Pilot switches into second gear, skating through a yellow light. "Turn off your phone. Pick up when the one I gave you rings." Hopefully, Porter or Vaughn will call soon to explain things to her more.

#draconisa | daenerys & the den | spiteful saviors

[any4s]

@draconisa

Anya wasn’t sure what to expect when the secretary escorted her to Daenerys Targaryen’s office. Sure, she had filled out an application for a summer internship at her home and, yes, her father had called in a favor, but she had never really thought that she would work there until she got the email two days ago asking her to confirm an appointment today.

As she walked behind the secretary, she noted the various portraits that lined the walls of other Targaryen CEOs going back to the founder. So many of them looked sad, stern, or just plain unhappy that she wondered what kind of business Dany was running.

 When the secretary finally brought her to the office, Anya was very surprised by how nice it was. The furniture was beautiful and there were nice paintings on the walls. More than anything, however, Anya fixed her gaze on the large black mahogany desk and the woman sitting behind it. She had never thought that Daenerys could be so young.

“Hi,” she said suddenly blushing in shame that she had been so cavalier about the whole thing. “My name is Anya Hirsch, Miss Targaryen.” She extended her hand across the desk. “It’s nice to meet you.”

#draconisa #v; main

[freezegirl]

New years kiss 😘

a smooch to start the new year off right // @draconisa

another year, another party hosted by theodore and ann-marie stronghold in their stupidly big mansion. (it makes the goossens residence look like a matchbox in comparison, if her mom and dad are to be believed).

no one misses a party hosted by the patriarch and matriarch of the stronghold family. they are that important to the community.

and important people invite important people.

so of course they'd invite daenerys targaryen too.

(the stormborn ceo with fire powers to match.)

they're kind of matching in a way: khione's wearing a black suit, and dany's wearing a white one. it looks good on her. it looks real pretty.

"it got a little hot in there," khione tells dany quietly when the latter finds her standing on a balcony. "needed some air."

the stars twinkle above them and loud laughter reaches khione's ears as the countdown begins.

ten.

nine.

eight.

silently, she makes a wish upon every star she can see. for her friends. they are hers and she is theirs. and they deserve to have the best possible year, ever.

seven.

six.

five.

khione makes a wish for dany, too. may her fire shine bright, always. no matter what people like her parents say.

four.

three.

two.

for herself, she only wants---

one!

"---a very happy new year," dany says with a knowing smile and pulls khione into a kiss that warms her from the inside out, far away from prying eyes.

#draconisa #freeze girl / answered. #freeze girl / verse undetermined. #//hi yes hello i love them #queue.

[mywitchcultblr]

Fave Women ( incomplete list )

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu ( my moon and stars )

Daenerys Targaryen ( my queen )

Miranda Priestly ( please step on me )

The White Witch of Narnia ( first gay crush )

Sansa Stark ( you make my heart goes 'woof woof' )

The Boss ( I would like her to punch and destroy me )

Morrigan ( I'll burn Thedas for you )

Josephine Montilyet ( Political wife )

Mel Merdarda ( CEO of my heart )

Harley Quinn ( you make me crazy and I love it!!)

Merril ( precious wife you should be the supreme ruler of Thedas )

Isabela ( pirate queen should rule all seas in Thedas )

Elizabeth Swann ( pirate queen as well, please stab me )

Padme Amidala ( I'll fucking kill Palpatine for you )

Maya ( my siren gf I will give you both the vault and Pandora )

Liara T'soni ( royal blue cinnamon rolls )

Jack ( you poor poor biotic, I'll kill anyone who hurts you #BioticRights)

Serana Volkihar ( my neck is ready 24/7 )

#alcina dimitrescu #daenerys targaryen #miranda priestly #the white witch #jadis #sansa stark #the boss #the joy #morrigan #josephine montilyet #mel merdarda #harley quinn #merrill #isabela #elizabeth swann #padme amidala #maya #maya borderlands #liara t'soni #jack mass effect #serana volkihar

[springdandelixn]

Je te vois - Part 1

Dark!Jorah x Daenerys

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41178564/chapters/103228245

Warnings: Story contains rape/noncon elements. Jorah is the bad guy. Please proceed with caution if that is not your cup of tea.

Summary: Daenerys' life takes a different turn when her boss, Jorah Mormont, gives her the attention she didn't expect.

Invisible. That’s how Daenerys would describe her existence in this company. 

Because no one really bats an eye at an assistant. No one really cares whether they’re there or not, and the only time they truly get noticed is when someone needs a cup of coffee to fuel their stale brain from the stress of work or when documents need to be scanned, photocopied, or filed away. 

But it’s not like Daenerys complains about not being seen. If she’s being honest, she likes blending in the background. To be that unknown presence in the cubicle by the department entrance. For despite working such a menial job, she’s lucky to have enough time for herself. That when no one requires her assistance in doing such a simple task, she gets to focus on her hobby: photography. Editing the photos she’s taken back from her trip to Hawaii and posting them on her Instagram account dedicated to her avocation and watching the numbers on the hearts increase by the hour. 

She doesn’t really have friends in the company either. Although it may seem lonely at times, she prefers it that way. Prefers to have her alone time during breaks and not indulge in office gossip that only brings chaos to people’s lives. Though she does have one friend, she doesn’t even know if she’s to call him her friend for he’s the CEO of the company.

As invisible as she can be, she feels seen when Jorah is around. For he’s the only one that greets her a ‘Good Morning’ when they pass each other at the elevator and a ‘Good Night’ when he sees her finishing the last of her work, typing out her tasks for the next day when he goes to her floor to discuss the daily reports with her department head, Tyrion Lannister. 

“I didn’t know you liked to take photographs.” He tells her one afternoon when he takes his seat across from her after they bump into each other during her lunch break at her favorite cafe, five blocks from the office building. 

She couldn’t help but feel shy at the sudden encounter and invited him to join her at her table. It would have been awkward if she just ignored him and Jorah has been nothing but kind to her, supportive even when he sees her slumped against the copier, telling him of her woes in life when he asks what’s wrong. 

“I—” She stammers, unsure how he got such information.

“I was going through the internet to look up pictures of beaches; I wanted to change my wallpaper because I already miss the summer,” He chuckles at his explanation. “—when your photo of Hawaii came up on the results.” He then takes out his phone and scrolls through the screen before laying it flat on the table to show Daenerys the photo she took of a sunset on the beach of O’ahu during her trip last year. “This is truly stunning. You have an eye for beauty, Daenerys.” He remarks and she feels the blush rise up her cheeks.

It’s the first time in years that anyone has truly said anything positive about her craft. Sure she gets comments of heart and fire emojis and the likes she gets are very generous, but to receive a compliment from someone she knows, someone she looks up to, means so much to her. Because not even Jon has said anything positive about her pictures, even if it was photos of him, especially if it was photos of him. 

Yes, he’d show his appreciation through liking it on the app but as his girlfriend, she expected more. For him to show more enthusiasm in supporting her and her love for the craft, to cheer her on when no one else does, and to be her number one fan. But she’s never gotten that from Jon, even in the early stages of their relationship.

It’s even now come to the point where she feels distant from him with the days passing that they rarely interact with each other, Jon always saying that he’s too tired from his security job to do anything or that he’s caught up with another contract that would take him hours before he got to visit her at her place. 

But she holds on, putting into the thought that it’s their work keeping them from each other and not their differences. That once his work gives him a break, a break that they desperately need, they would be able to gravitate back into each other's arms and rekindle the love they found 2 years ago. 

“Why don’t you do it professionally?” Her thoughts get cut off when she hears Jorah’s question, blinking her eyes back into reality as she faces the man in front of her nursing a glass of orange juice while his sandwich sits on his plate with only a couple of bites in. 

“I don’t think I’m that good to turn it into a career.” She confesses, a sad smile on her lips as she pokes around her pasta bowl, twirling the noodles lazily before taking a bite. “Besides,” she mumbles with a mouthful, chewing quickly to finish the food, and adds, “I don’t know anyone who would hire an amateur like me. It takes experience and a lot of luck to succeed in the industry, let alone get in it.”

She hears Jorah hum while his fingers tap lightly on the table as he keeps his eyes on her. “Now that you mention it, I do have a friend in publishing. I could show him your account and give a good word for you.” He smiles. “And he may give you a job at his firm.”

“I—That would be amazing, Mr. Mor—Jorah,” She corrects herself, hope filling her heart at his words. “I would be very grateful for such an opportunity but I won’t expect it.”

“I’ll see what I can do then.” Jorah grins, holding his glass of juice up to her, Daenerys doing the same with her iced tea and clinking it with his beverage. 

She studies him as she takes a sip of her drink, admiring how handsome Jorah looks with his yellow shirt poking through his navy jacket and his navy tie to match, making him look like a bar of gold amongst lumps of coal at such a casual setting as the cafe. His whole persona just exudes confidence and it makes her feel shy that he’s wasting his time with someone so plain as her. 

Jorah continues to ask questions about her hobby as they continue on with lunch, and although feeling slightly awkward that someone of his status would seem interested in something someone like her does as a past time, she answers them truthfully, telling him that she would one day want to visit Scotland and take photos of the picturesque villages that surround the sea.

Once they finish their meals, Daenerys calls for the bill only to sit in utter shock when Jorah gives his card to the server without even looking at the tally, a smile playing on his lips, seemingly amused at her reaction. 

“Thank you for lunch.” She tells him with a sad smile while climbing the steps to the building, Daenerys frowning when Jorah reaches for the handle of the glass doors before she could, their roles seemingly having reversed. She’s an assistant and as such, she should be the one paying for her boss’ food. That she should be the one holding the door for the CEO. It’s what she does with Cersei and she’s not even an executive. 

She doesn’t miss the look the other employees in the lobby give her when she and Jorah walk in, especially the look on the receptionist’s face, she can’t tell if it’s shock or envy, as they make their way to the hall of elevators.

“I’ll pay you back on Friday.” She promises, the frown deepening on her face when Jorah responds with a chuckle.

“Nonsense. The pleasure was all mine.” He smiles at her, pressing the up button of the elevator when they stand in front of the metal doors. “You can never put a price on spending time with someone as interesting as you.”

The blush appears a second time on her cheeks, her hands fiddling over her skirt as they wait for the elevator. The shyness she feels makes Daenerys almost jump in when the doors part, moving herself to the side when Jorah walks in after her, pressing the button to her floor then his.

They stand in silence when the doors close, the unknown tension filling the enclosed space as it’s only the two of them inside and she can’t help but notice how Jorah’s eyes never leave her when she looks up and sees their reflection on the metal surface. And it annoys her how awkward she becomes at times in his presence, his attentiveness making her feel glad yet overwhelmed at the same time. But she can’t help but think that he’s only talking to her because no one else does. A pity project of his own. 

“This is me.” She says when the elevator dings, signaling their arrival, stepping outside the lift and turning around to bid her goodbye to her boss. “Thank you again, Mr. Mormont.”

“It’s Jorah,” He corrects, leaning forward to press his finger against the open switch. “And may you enjoy the rest of the day, Daenerys.” She looks up when the elevator dings once more, Jorah stepping back once again and she doesn’t miss the wink he gives her as the doors close on him.

  -

  “Finance Department. How can I direct your call?” Daenerys begins her usual line.

“Daenerys,” She freezes in her seat when she recognizes Jorah’s voice on the other end, her eyes dropping to her phone to look at the caller ID and sees an unknown number on the monochrome screen, making her curious why her boss would use a private number. “I wanted to ask you something about the Thanksgiving Party.”

She snaps herself out of her thoughts and focuses back on the receiver, typing immediately on her computer to pull out the party details that she and a couple of the committee have made. “What about the party, Mr. Mormont?” She asks.

“I told you before, you can call me Jorah.” He chuckles through the phone, but she can’t help but sense a hint of annoyance in his merry tone. “We’re friends, aren’t we? And friends call each other by their first names.”

“Yes, they do.” She answers, worrying her lip at the thought that she’s offended him. 

“Yes, they do.” He echoes, hearing clearing his throat after. “I was just wondering why I didn’t see your name on the final list of attendees.” That catches her attention. Why would he be looking into that? Shouldn’t Samwell be the one double-checking the list? “Are you not going?”

“I can’t, Jorah. I’m sorry.” Why am I apologizing? She says while her fingers busy themselves on the spiral cord of the receiver. The break she’s been waiting for Jon to get finally came and she’s made several plans for them to indulge in just to catch up with each other. But not only that, the party was Black Tie and that would require her to buy a new outfit to pass the dress code with money she doesn’t even have. “I just have some personal matters to attend to. But I’ll help in finalizing everything for the event.”

“Why? What happened?” There is worry in his voice.

“Nothing. Nothing happened.” She assures, a small laugh leaving her lips in an attempt to lighten the sudden gravity of the atmosphere. “My boyfriend just finally had some days off and we’ve not had some time together in a while so we thought we might catch up.”

The line goes silent. Making Daenerys look at her phone to see if the call is still connected. 

It is. 

“Jorah?” 

“I didn’t know you have a boyfriend.” His serious tone cuts through her, a shiver running up her spine, and a small voice in her head telling her that he’s not happy at the revelation. The silence returns but she hears some movement on the other end before Jorah’s voice comes up once more, the same gravitas still present. “Is he the guy on your account? The one with the curly hair? Or the one with tanned skin?”

“The first one.” She confirms and she hears him thrum. 

“Why don’t you bring him along?” The weight in his voice lifts, Daenerys almost hearing him smile, confusing her about how his demeanor has changed in an instant. “I think the party would be a good place to spend time together. Show him your co-workers and all that. I’d love to meet the source of your inspiration as well.” 

“I—I don’t know,” Daenerys mumbles with uncertainty, her eyes darting up almost immediately when Celine appears at her periphery, a stack of folders in hand, Daenerys gesturing at the space at the side of her table and wincing when she drops the stack, making a loud thud . “We’re not really keen to parties and I don’t even have anything to we—”

“It wouldn’t be a party without you.” He cuts her off, Daenerys going silent to allow him to continue. “And the purpose of the party is to celebrate the employees and to reward everyone for a job well done this quarter.”

A sigh escapes her for she feels that if she keeps making excuses, Jorah would have a retort for each one and who is she to say no to the President of the company? Her job description practically says that her answer should always be yes. To follow the rules and help lighten the workload and contribute to productivity. To keep everyone happy. Especially the bosses.

“Okay.” She agrees with reluctance, feigning a smile even if he can’t see her. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Great!” Jorah chirps with excitement. “I can’t wait to see you then.”

“Same here.” She responds and hangs up before he could add anything further. 

The party wasn’t part of the plans she’s made for her and Jon, but after that phone call, she mentally moves around her schedule, writing down a list on a piece of paper and sticking it on the side of her monitor. 

She doesn’t have the energy to start on Celine’s task after the unexpected conversation, her eyes glued to the red notification bubble on the chat app of their company communication system as she worries about how and where she would be getting a dress for the party. 

But her computer pings and another notification pops out, from Celine again, she assumes, and Daenerys could only groan in resignation, pushing the thought of the event, the dress, and Jorah to the back of her mind as she takes hold of her mouse and clicks the notification to life. 

  -

  The party is in full swing when she arrives at the banquet hall of the hotel. Men decked out in coats and ties while the women looked like they’ve been dressed by the gods themselves, draped in fine silk dresses of gold, black and red, with jewelry hanging from their neck and wrists that shimmer against the light of the chandeliers. 

It feels so alien to see her co-workers all dolled up, so used to seeing them in their usual office attire of untucked shirts, loose ties, mismatched blouses, and their slacks or pencil skirts. Although she also notices how carefree they all look. Celine who’s usually grouchy has a wide smile on her face while conversing with Darryl who always looks like he only gets 2 hours of sleep on a daily basis. 

She also spots Cersei, who always walks the halls of the office like she’s just sucked on a lemon, all happy and laughing with her arm around a big man sporting a bushy beard, his belly bouncing while he laughs at whatever the man with tanned skin and a constant smirk on his face is saying.

She can’t complain that she agreed to go. As a matter of fact, she feels quite happy that she attended. Not only was the atmosphere full of unexpected merriment, but seeing Jon all giddy and amazed while wearing his tuxedo, aside from his usual security uniform, makes him look so much more dashing. How his curls were all styled and tied to a presentable man bun enhanced his boyish looks, making her realize that it’s what caught her attention in the first place, feeling her heart flutter like how it did when they had their first date. 

“I keep forgetting that you work at such a fancy company,” Jon whispers to her, Daenerys chuckling at his comment as they walk toward the buffet table. 

But she stops mid-step when she hears her name being called out from the crowd, her head turning to see Jorah approaching them, her eyes widening in surprise when she notices how handsome he looks in a navy three-piece suit, the color making his eyes look brighter, like how the ocean shimmers on a hot summer day, when he stands in front of her, a wide smile on his lips.

“Daenerys, you came.” He says as he keeps his eyes on her, feeling herself shiver at the sweet timbre of his voice. “I was beginning to worry you wouldn’t show up.” And she doesn’t miss how he studies her. “And I must say you look incredibly stunning tonight. Red is your color.”

Her hand reaches up to pat her cheek when she feels herself heat up from his comment. It’s the same words Missandei told her when she tried on the dress at the small boutique by her apartment, feeling slightly self-conscious at how the fabric clings to her body, accentuating the curves she never realized she had. 

“You can pair it with that pearl necklace you have and that dragon charm bracelet you love so much,” Missandei says in excitement, standing behind her to fluff her hair, making her blonde locks flow down her back. “Jon will be drooling when he sees you.” Her friend squeals. “And he won’t keep his hands off you.”

He did notice the dress, that’s for sure. Jon looked at her in bewilderment as she stood at her front door when he came to pick her up. But as for the hands, they never stayed on her the way she was expecting. Instead, he remained holding her hand to help her down the steps of her building and on the steering wheel on their drive to the hotel much to her dismay.

She shakes her head slightly to clear her thoughts and focuses back on Jorah. “Jon was pretty excited to go that I couldn’t let him down.” She says and she blinks when she notices the slight tick in Jorah’s jaw. “Before I forget, this is—” She turns her head to look at her boyfriend, a frown forming on her lips when she finds him already at the buffet table, piling food on a plate. “I guess he’s busy.” 

“I wouldn’t blame him,” Jorah grins. “The food is quite good.”

She hums as the disappointment slowly builds in her chest, her heart sinking when she sees how fast Jon has left her alone at the party just a couple of minutes since they arrived, making her feel small and unseen again just like at work. Being unnoticed by co-workers is fine for she has no ties with any of them, but feeling that from her own partner just dampens the excitement she felt earlier when she walked through the banquet doors. 

“Hey,” Jorah’s voice pulls her from her sadness, his smile still present on his lips. “He’s enjoying himself and you should too. Come.” He tells her, holding out his elbow for her to take. “I was waiting for you because I wanted to introduce you to someone.”

“Who?” Daenerys looks at him with curiosity, her eyes turning back to Jon and her lips slanting further when she doesn’t see him in the crowd any longer. 

A soft gasp then leaves her lips when she feels a hand take hers, looking up to see Jorah wrapping it around his waiting arm. “It’s a surprise.” he smiles. 

Giving one last attempt to find her boyfriend and failing, she decides to put her attention on Jorah, building up a facade of happiness and follows him willingly as he walks through the sea of people. 

Just like when they came back from their lunch the other day, she notices several heads turn in their direction. Faces painted with curiosity and shock as they eye her and the man she’s latched to. She’s never been a fan of gossip, and usually tries her best to stay away from it, most of all be the center of it, but she doesn’t doubt that when they go back to reality that she would be the talk of the office, employees asking the question why the assistant of the finance department is hanging on the arm of the CEO. 

They weave through the crowd, Jorah nodding his head to acknowledge the people that raise their glasses to him in greeting. There’s even one that stops in front of them, Lynesse, she recalls her name, and tries to talk with Jorah who stops in his tracks and entertains her effort in initiating small talk. Daenerys looks at her and studies her for a bit, the dip on her black dress so low that her breasts are ready to spill from them, her neck covered in exaggeratingly large jewels that amaze Daenerys that she’s still able to hold her head up. 

When Lynesse catches her staring, she drops her head fast, and almost immediately, she feels Jorah’s body go rigid, making Daenerys peek from her lashes only to see the woman’s hand casually pressing against her boss’ chest. It’s then she remembers the passing stories she hears from the people in her department, how there’s a woman in the company that tries to catch the attention of the male executives to climb the ranks as fast as she can. 

She didn’t believe it at first. Believed it to be a rumor to hurt the person involved, but seeing her now almost draping her body against the man at her side, she thinks the gossip to be fact and it makes her stomach roll to imagine why people would stoop to such a level for personal gain. 

“Why don’t you join us on the dancefloor, Sir?” Lynesse purrs, her hand lightly rubbing on Jorah’s chest. 

She feels his chest rumble, his throat emitting a groan when his arm moves and takes hold of Lynesse’s hand on his body only to drop it with less care, his hand taking hold of hers next and securely tucking it on his elbow. “Thank you for the offer but as you can clearly see, I have company.” There’s an annoyance in Jorah’s voice, stunning both her and Lynesse, the latter’s mouth opening in obvious shock. She senses that Lynesse is about to respond but before she could do so, Jorah walks away, pulling her with him and leaving the woman amongst the crowd. 

“Why didn’t you join them?” Daenerys couldn’t help ask, feeling shy all of a sudden. “They seem like good company.”

“Bimbos like her don’t deserve my time, and besides, I have all the good company I need right here on my arm.” There’s a grin forming on his lips and Daenerys blushes at his words. 

“Ahhh Jorah Mormont.” She hears someone’s drawl, Daenerys looking up to see a familiar man with greying temples, donning a neatly trimmed goatee, his black suit and tie making his green eyes glow even more. And beside him, a redhead who’s just as tall as he is yet looking as young as her wearing a black dress that hugs her in the right places and looking even more elegant with a simple gold necklace where a mockingbird pendant hangs, matching the pin sitting on the lapel of the man’s coat. “Such a lovely party you have here.” The man says, lifting his tumbler of amber liquid to her boss. 

“The committee has done a fine job, I must say.” Jorah grins and nods his head to greet the red-haired girl. 

“They have indeed.” The man responds, his eyes turning to face Daenerys in turn, a subtle smirk on his lips. “And who is this lovely lady?”

“Ah yes, she is Daenerys Targaryen.” Jorah introduces her and the man’s eyes begin to shine at the sound of her name as if recognizing her. “Daenerys, this is Petyr Baelish. Owner of Blackbird Publishing. One of our company’s partners.” 

Petyr Baelish.  

Yes, she remembers him. Remembers seeing his name on the documents that Tyrion sends her to file. Remembers seeing him a couple of times in passing at the lobby of the company or walking out of Jorah’s office when she goes up to have some documents approved for their department. 

Jorah then gestures to the girl at Petyr’s side. “And his fiancee, Sansa Stark.”

That’s when she notices the green emerald sitting on the girl’s left hand, glistening against the hotel lights. And it gets her thinking about how a young girl like her ended up with an older man such as Petyr. 

“So this is the photographer.” Petyr says, pulling Daenerys’ attention to him and mumbling out a soft ‘hello’. “I’ve heard so much about you. Jorah wouldn’t stop showing me that photography blog of yours.” He chuckles, Jorah joining in with him.

“Guilty as charged.” Jorah shrugs as he concedes with a laugh. “I can’t help myself when I see something beautiful.” He says, sensing his eyes on her instead of the man in front of them. 

“Yes, we both know you have a knack for pretty things, my friend.” The smirk returns on Petyr’s lips as he too looks at her, making Daenerys think that they’re referring to something else other than her pictures. “But, to get to the point, I am quite glad that Jorah showed me your shots and I must say, I was quite impressed.”

“Thank you, Mr. Baelish.” Daenerys smiles at his comment, feeling her spine shiver in joy as another one compliments her craft. “They’re just amateur shots though.”

“Amateur as they may seem, you do have potential and Blackbird Publishing is always on the lookout for talented people,” Petyr says in a businesslike fashion. “Hence why I am offering you a paid internship at my company.” 

Daenerys freezes in her place, her jaw going slack in utter shock as the words slowly sink in. A paid internship? To do photography? She must be dreaming. Why would they offer her such a privilege? She wasn’t good. She’s just a neophyte. But the boss of the company is here in front of her, giving her the opportunity she never thought she’d have. 

“I—Are you sure?” She stammers, her heart racing as the thought that this is some sick joke plays at the back of her mind. Jorah wouldn’t do that right? He wouldn’t humiliate her in front of so many people.

“Why yes, Ms. Targaryen, I’m quite sure.” Petyr chuckles and gestures his glass to Jorah. “This man here has vouched for you and said how good of an employee you are and it’s just what we need at the firm.” He explains. “I know an internship isn’t much but it’s only going to be for a month, and if we see that you’ve done an excellent job, we would be happy to welcome you completely to the company.”

“But the company—” Her mind starts to go overdrive. Yes, she’s elated at such an offer but he’s offering such a gift in front of her current boss. Does Jorah even know about this? Will he even approve of her transferring to another company? What about Tyrion? The team? The—

“Petyr and I have already talked about it and I’ve happily agreed that you transfer to his firm.” Jorah interrupts her thoughts, Daenerys looking up at him and seeing his sapphires bore into her amethysts. “Your talent is being wasted by getting coffee for your department and doing such mindless tasks that they are very much capable of doing. Your department doesn’t need you for productivity, if anything, they’ve become lazy. And in Petyr’s firm, you’ll be able to flourish, doing what you love doing.” There’s a soft smile on his face, his eyes glowing as he takes her hand in his, his thumb brushing against her knuckles as he asks, “Don’t you think that’s better?”

As much as she tries to argue that she’s needed in the company, she can’t help but agree that this is better. This is what she’s been waiting for for such a long time, that someone would notice her work and find it satisfactory enough to employ her and turn her hobby into a career. She’s had her fair share of applications, sending out her sample photos to companies that are hiring, and receiving either a letter of rejection or no response at all. 

And now, she’s being poached by the owner of a publishing firm, practically offering her a gift on a silver platter and all she has to do is say yes and take it with both hands. But she can’t shake the feeling that this is wrong, that this is some sort of betrayal she’s doing to the company that’s kept her afloat for almost 2 years running.

She looks at Jorah with curious eyes, trying to see if there’s any hint of disappointment in him. There’s none. But she still asks. “Are you sure this is okay? I wouldn’t want to leave so suddenly.”

“I would be disappointed if you chose to rot in that cubicle of yours,” Jorah says with sincerity. “When you see an opportunity in front of you, you have to take it immediately before it goes away.”

Daenerys hums at those words and nods slowly in agreement, a small smile forming on her lips as she faces the other CEO. 

“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Baelish.” She says steadily, trying not to burst into excitement. “I promise I won’t disappoint you.”

“I know you won’t, Dear and it’s not me you should be thanking but Jorah himself.” Petyr grins, nodding at the man on her side. “I wouldn’t have known you existed if it wasn’t for him.”

“That’s settled then.” Jorah chimes in, a wide grin on his face. “I’ll have Samwell send Olyvar Ms. Targaryen’s contact details.”

“Petyr,” It takes Daenerys by surprise when Sansa speaks, her eyes darting to the redhead when she whispers something to the older man. 

“Ah, would you please excuse us,” Petyr says with a wide smile on his face, his arm snaking around Sansa’s waist. “I believe I owe my lady a dance.” There is amusement in his voice and Jorah reaches over to shake Petyr’s hand then to Sansa, who he places a kiss on her knuckles, Daenerys giving them a small wave of goodbye as they turn to leave, leaving her with Jorah, Petyr discarding his now empty tumbler on the tray of a passing server.

“So, what do you think?” Jorah asks as he turns to face her fully, the smile on his lips soft yet encouraging. “Are you excited?”

“Oh thank you so much for this, Jorah.” Daenerys squeals and forgets herself, her arms wrapping around Jorah’s torso, hugging him tight as she’s washed in excitement. “I can never thank you enough for this.” She adds and sighs in complete bliss as the thought of working as a photographer encases her mind. 

There’s a slight pause that wraps around the both of them but vanishes just as quickly as it came when Jorah wraps his arms around her in return, his arm circling her waist while his other hand cradles the back of her head. “Anything for you, Darling.” He whispers against her temple and she can’t shake the feeling that his voice comes so close, his lips grazing her hair as she stays in his embrace. 

Darling? The pet name snaps her from her reverie and she comes to realize how close they both are, thinking what people would say when they witness such intimacy between their boss and a secretary. Panic slowly rises in her, replacing the elation she was feeling moments ago, causing her to slowly pull herself free from his hold. 

Jorah seems to sense her discomfort when he asks, looking down at her with eyes full of worry while keeping his hands on her hips. “Is something the matter?”

“No. No.” She blinks and shakes her head, taking a careful step back to have Jorah’s hands drop from her body. “It’s just, I got a bit too carried away. It’s improper since you’re my boss. People might talk and I don’t want to put you in a bad light.” She rambles, an awkward chuckle leaving her lips. 

“So? None of them matter,” Jorah states, taking another step closer to her, almost closing the gap between them. “We are simply two friends celebrating a milestone. I see nothing wrong in that.” He hums, taking hold of her hand once again. 

“I—I guess.” She mutters, the shyness taking over once more as she looks around the banquet hall. “It’s just that people talk and a lot of the people in the office like to gossip.”

“I won’t hesitate to fire anyone who spreads ill rumors in my company.” Jorah groans, his brows furrowing in irritation. “Let them speak and we shall see where their mouths lead them.”

“There is no need for that.” She says in a calming voice, placing her other hand atop Jorah’s and giving it a soft pat as she attempts to soothe his obvious vexation. “Regardless, thank you again. I—I don’t know how I can repay you.” 

His eyes soften once more and the smile returns to his face, making Daenerys feel overwhelmed at how Jorah’s mood swings from left to right in a matter of seconds, nonetheless, she sighs inwardly in relief, seeing that Jorah is back once more to his calm demeanor. 

“You can repay me with a dance.” He suggests and Daenerys’ eyes widen in surprise.

“A dance? I don’t know h—” 

“That’s fine.” Jorah chuckles, his large hand enveloping her small one. “I’ll lead and you just follow.”

“Dany!”

Both their heads turn to the direction where she heard her name, her eyes blinking when she sees Jon jogging toward her, panting lightly when he stops in front of her and Jorah and his eyes then trailing down at their joined hands then to the man beside her. 

“Uhmm…who are you?” Jon asks as he faces Jorah with subtle animosity then faces her when he asks once more. “Who’s this?”

Daenerys then snatches her hand out of Jorah’s hold, a shiver running up her spine when he hears him groan, moving to stand beside Jon and letting out a light squeak when he wraps an arm around her waist. 

“Jon, this is my boss, Jorah Mormont.” She introduces him and then adds. “He’s the owner of the company.” 

“Pleasure to meet you, Sir.” Jon holds out his hand to him and Daenerys can’t ignore the tension that suddenly surrounds the three of them. “Jon Snow. Daenerys’ boyfriend.” There’s a bite in his introduction.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Snow. Ms. Targaryen has told me so much about you.” What? Jorah takes Jon’s hand in his and gives it a firm shake. “How are you enjoying yourself so far? I assume the food was to your liking considering that you went to it quite quickly and left Daenerys here alone.”

The smirk that appears on Jorah’s lips makes her chill, sensing her boss trying to intimidate the man beside her and it seems to have worked when she sees Jon’s eyebrows knit together, the hand at his side balling into a fist as he keeps his eyes on Jorah. 

“No matter. You’re here now and you can keep the beautiful lady company.” Jorah grins, dropping Jon’s hand and turning to face her, taking her hand in the process and lifting it to his lips. “If not, I wouldn’t hesitate to keep her company myself.” Jorah’s smirk returns, his eyes darting towards Jon before looking down at her own and pressing a soft kiss on her knuckles. “May you enjoy the rest of the night, Darling.” He bids her goodbye, only her, and releases her hand before turning away, Daenerys’ eyes never leaving the back of his head until he disappears between the crowd.

“What the fuck was that?” Jon says with annoyance and Daenerys turns to face him, a sigh of exasperation leaving her lips. “Darling? Your boss calls you Darling ?”

“He doesn’t.” Daenerys looks down and stands awkwardly as Jon looks around, seemingly looking for Jorah. “He’s just being nice.”

“Yeah, ‘cause friends kiss each other’s hands.” Jon scoffs and it makes Daenerys groan in frustration with how he’s acting. “I’m your boyfriend, Dany. If someone should be kissing your hands, it should only be me.”

“It was a courtly gesture.” Daenerys can’t help but roll her eyes at Jon’s misplaced anger. “He did the same to Sansa. And where the fuck were you anyway?” If someone should be furious, it should be her. Not the other way around. Daenerys has finally had enough of being unseen by Jon. To just be a droning presence around him where he can come and go as he pleases. “I turn my head for one second and you’re already stuffing your face with god knows what.” She snaps and sees Jon look at her with eyes full of shock at her unexpected outburst. 

Jon sighs, rubbing his hand on his nape. “I got caught up in a conversation with someone and they started talking about DnD. I couldn’t leave them hanging—I didn’t want to be rude.”

“Typical,” Daenerys scoffs and turns away, crossing her arms over her chest.

“It’s a party, Dany, what were you expecting me to do?”

“To be with me, goddammit!” She snarls and stomps away when several heads turn in her direction, walking past bodies close together as she tries to escape the suffocating hall of people. 

She can’t believe it! How dare Jon be so insensitive and stupid at a time like this. To ask such a  question when the answer is already so obvious. He knows she’s not into parties, that she’s turned down all the invites Irri and Doreah kept sending her way, choosing to stay at home and spend time with him rather than mingle with strangers that she knows her friends would bring. She even told him that she only wanted to go because it could be a nice experience for them to dress up for a change, realizing Jorah’s words that the party could be a good change of scenery instead of nestling in her apartment or going to that pub Jon loves so much. If another man can see it, why not Jon? 

She groans in frustration and releases a sigh when the chatter of people dies down behind her, walking towards an open balcony and resting her elbows against the marble railing. She closes her eyes as she breathes in the cool autumn air, feeling the tension seep out of her system as she takes a lungful. 

“Dany?” A sigh leaves her once again when she hears Jon’s voice behind her, choosing to keep her eyes ahead as she doesn’t want to see the source of her disappointment. “Dany,” He coos again and she feels him stand beside her. “I’m sorry—”

“Save it, Jon. I really don’t have the energy to have this conversation right now.” There’s a bite in her tone and she doesn’t care if Jon even notices it. But knowing him, he probably didn’t. 

“I know.” There’s defeat in his voice but Daenerys wills herself not to fall for that. Not anymore, Dany. “I just—” He stops mid-sentence, Daenerys waiting for him to continue, but nothing else comes from his mouth. 

“Just go home, Jon. I want to be left alone.”

“But how will you get home?” And it doesn’t even surprise her anymore that there is no hesitation in his question, no willingness to stay despite her sour mood. 

“I’ll find a way. I always do.” She mumbles, a tear making its way down her cheek when she hears his retreating footsteps. 

This is not how she expected the night to go, for all she wanted to was to spend time with Jon, introduce him to the other assistants that she finds bearable enough to talk to at work, maybe get in a dance or two with him then leave and spend the rest of the night fooling around on his bed. It’s what they needed for such a long time but even with careful planning, it still went into shambles. 

The only good thing that came from attending this party was meeting Petyr Baelish and being offered a job by him directly. That Jorah cared enough and even took the time to endorse her to such a man in the industry, making her dreams slowly turn into a reality. 

How she wishes Jon would be like Jorah. To show her the attentiveness the other man gives, the care and the concern. The negative thoughts that Jorah is only doing this because he feels sorry for her comes to the forefront of her mind but immediately, she shakes them away. She knows or rather feels that Jorah does care for her, like how a friend would care for another, looking after her and constantly wishing the best for her. She won’t allow herself to be considered as his charity work, but even if it is, she’ll take whatever appreciation she can get. 

Because deep down, she really wants to be acknowledged as more than an assistant. She wants to be recognized for the hard work she puts into her job and other people’s work. She wants to be noticed by Jon, for him to understand her and to be there for her despite his busy schedule. 

Deep down, all she really wants is to be seen. 

Finale

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The Oasis Chapter 20

Chapter 20

 Six Weeks Later

 The click of the door woke him from a thin sleep. He kept his eyes closed, hoping it wasn’t the same nurse as yesterday. Kinvara creeped him out with her intent intensity. The faint squeak of trainers, a faint wafting of masculine aftershave. Oh good, it was Satin. Beyond subtly flirting with him in between cups of pills and hobbling trips to the bathroom to piss, Satin was one of the good ones.

The marker squeaked on the whiteboard in the room as Satin updated Jon’s information. Circled at the bottom with smiley faces were the words: ‘DISCHARGE TODAY!’ in all caps. Dr. Mel was due to make rounds soon and sign the discharge orders. Jon relaxed back, feigning sleep as Satin checked the IV in his wrist.

“Rest well, handsome,” Satin whispered.        

Finally, discharge. Almost a week in intensive care battling blood loss and hypothermia, multiple rounds of surgery, before at last transfer south to King’s Landing and the rehabilitation ward. Forty-three days. Over a month since he’d breathed fresh air. Over a month since he’d seen her. It had been another kind of heartbreak to start awake in the intensive care unit with tubes coming out of every orifice. Alone. In pain. Even with the ventilator, it felt hard to breathe until they took pity on him. Dany was fine, she was talking to the police. He waited for her to come in. Maybe she had. As doped up as he’d been, she could’ve. Jon remembered swimming in and out of consciousness, glimpsing the shine of her hair, her face. He swore he could remember the grip of her hand, strong and so warm in his. In all the days since, he hadn’t seen her.

The door clicked again. Jon feigned sleep as a knife of yellow light spilled into the room. A nudge on his foot startled him.

“I know you’re not asleep, dipshit.” The words made him laugh. Jon sat up to greet Arya.

“Hey, champ,” Jon said. Arya ‘The Witch’ Stark had taken the Westerosi Fighting Championship strawweight title in a third-round knockout. Jon had watched the fight from his hospital room. She’d dedicated it to him in her in-ring speech after they slung that gaudy red-gold and dragonglass belt over her shoulder. For my brother Jon, the real warrior, duking it out in the hospital room. The camera had panned over Gendry in her corner, then in the ringside seats to Arya’s brothers and Mrs. Stark’s teary look.

“Creepy Kinvara again?” Arya said, absconding with Jon’s pudding cup and sitting in the bedside chair, feet propped on the edge of the bed.

“Satin, thank the gods,” Jon said. Arya grunted in reply, gingerly scratching the neat line of healing sutures on her right cheekbone. She took a bite of vanilla pudding, grey eyes watchful.

“Any thought to what you’re doing when you get out?”

“Other than taking a walk with Ghost and then the longest, hottest shower known to man? Nothing.” Jon took refuge in humor, not wanting to hear the question behind the one Arya already posed.

“Nothing else?”

“No, A,” he said, a warning in his tone. Big block letters: Leave It The Fuck Alone.        

“Nothing else. She hasn’t visited or called in over a fucking month. She doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“Bullshit,” Arya said, tossing the half-finished pudding in the trash.

“Daenerys didn’t leave your side for a fucking second while you were in ICU. They had to fucking put her under for her own surgeries before she’d leave you. Is that what you do when you want someone to fuck off? No! Now grow a pair and--”

Jon stood toe to toe with her, ignoring the old ache in his chest, his thigh. Arya had hammered away at him with those sweet, awful words over and over again. They pierced him as surely as bullet lead. Shattered glass from the car had shred Daenerys’ hands and feet to ribbons.

“Enough! I took bullets for her! I told her I loved her and I wanted to marry her. Then . . . then nothing! Not a word from her.” Grief coated the words. Hospital time was slow time. All he could do was think of how he failed her, how she didn’t need him anymore. Arya’s face was smooth, calm. Grey eyes seemed to glow from the variegated shades of fading bruises on her face. She wrapped him in fierce hug.

“I bet that hurts. But think, Jon. Daenerys has had to walk through a metric fuckton of horrible shit. Surgeries and hearings and funerals. Maybe she feels guilty about putting you in danger. I know I would,” Arya said quietly.

A public figure like her, all that shit had been televised. Paparazzi hounding her as she was leaving the hospital. The limp in her step had nearly sent him into a howling mess. Barry Selmy’s state funeral. Her brother’s trial—earning him and that other fucker Ramsay life in Iron Islands State Pen. He’d watched it all obsessively on his phone.

“Just talk to her. Please. Maybe once you work your shit out, you’ll both leave me alone,” she joked.

 Dr. Mel signed off on his discharge. The day is bright and full of peace, she said, as weird and cryptic as Kinvara. Satin took out the IV, gave him medication scripts and paperwork. Outside, the weather contradicted Dr. Mel. The sky was bruised and grey, promising rain. Jon shouldered his duffel, wincing at the pull of muscle in his chest. Arya drove him home in blessed silence. Ghost greeted him enthusiastically, nearly bowling him over in haste to give slobbery doggy kisses. Arya pulled him off with a laugh. The apartment was spotless. He glanced at Arya who shrugged, gesturing to the note on the tea table.

 ‘I hope this finds you well. Feel better, Sansa.’

“Wow, an olive branch from Sansa?” Jon said aloud, though inwardly touched.

“I thought Mother would drop dead rather than see me fight, but stranger things have happened,” Arya said. Jon tossed his duffel on the neatly made bed and cranked on the shower to wash off the hospital smell. Once he was clean and dressed in his favorite athletic pants and t-shirt, he sprawled on his couch.      

“I’ll put the kettle on.” Tea that wasn’t burnt or cold sounded good.

Jon exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. It would still take time to gather up the pieces of his life. Working with Tormund would have to wait, since he wasn’t quite up to manual labor yet. The Oasis shut down after Shae’s murder, but there were other massage clinics. He’d have to text Ros or Missy where they were working now. Maybe not Missy. The temptation would be too great to just ask about—

There was a knock at the door.

“Arya? Could you get that? I’m knackered,” he said. Despite weeks of rehab, the walk from Arya’s car and the shower wearied him.

“Thank the gods, get in here!” Arya said. Jon jerked upright. What—oh gods. Dany. Standing in his living room like an angel in denim. His heart jumped up his throat. Ready to jump ship and run back to her, no doubt. Jon rounded on Arya. She looked entirely unrepentant.

“Arya, you said--” Dany began. Double cross, then. The sound of her soft voice stroked his nerves anew. That faint hint of an accent, the steely tone. Absurdly, tears pricked the backs of his eyes. He’d missed her so much. Arya shrugged.

“You two need to hash your shit out. I’m taking Ghost home. Him and Nymeria need a playdate. Happy hashing!” she said with a cheeky wave. Ghost nosed Jon’s hand, then paused to lick Dany’s fingers before following Arya out the door.

 ~

 Jon Snow looked good enough to eat. Too damned good for just getting out of the hospital. That plastic bracelet was still on his wrist. His hair was longer, tied back in a stubby ponytail. Leaner than she remembered, paler. It had been too long since she’d had the joy of looking at him, and her eyes roved hungrily over the feast. Those heavy brows, the strong bearded jawline, his full mouth, his soulful dark eyes. The expression he wore was wary, watchful. Who could blame him?

Daenerys shifted, chewing on her lower lip. Silence lingered between them. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the red bloom of blood, his eyes dark with pain. I love you. Marry me.

“I’ll go, if you want. I’m sorry Arya ambushed you with this,” she said, chewing at the bloody edge of her thumbnail.

“No no no, stay. I’ll get some tea,” Jon said hurriedly. Daenerys tried to quell the rush of hope. Hope that he would forgive her cowardice in leaving. In not calling. Gods, he must think of her as faithless and cowardly. She trailed after him, taking in his tidy apartment. Where to start?

“I saw Arya won her fight, that’s great,” she said. Start with his favorite sibling. That small, fierce woman who had teased and cajoled and threatened her into showing up, insisting Jon wanted to talk. Texting Arya had helped keep Daenerys sane in the weeks since that horrible day. The ploy worked, coaxing a small smirk from Jon. He measured the tea, added the hot water.

“Yeah, strawweight champion of the world. We’ll never hear the end of it. If she had the belt, she’d wear it everywhere.” Daenerys laughed with him. He added a dash of cinnamon to his, raised an eyebrow in question. Daenerys nodded. He sprinkled a dash in her cup, stirred, then blew on it before handing her the mug.  She sipped her tea, grateful she had something to do with her hands. Silence fell again, and Daenerys felt choked by all those words she wanted to say: Thank you for saving me. I love you.

“I read that you’re stepping down?” Those eyes, she’d forgotten how potent his gaze felt magnified by the lenses of his glasses.

“Yes. After all of that,”—a weak wave of her hand encompassed the press gleefully tearing her and her family to confetti in the wake of Viserys’ trial—“I realized I wouldn’t live for the Targaryen legacy anymore. Breaking Chains was the only thing I’ve ever been proud of, and that’s what I want to do full time.” Tyrion would work to recoup Rising Dragon’s losses, and she was still on the board, but her days as CEO were over. From what Tyrion said, Daario and Stormcrow were under investigation too in the aftermath.

“That’s great, Dany. I’m happy for you.” The words rang with sincerity and she fell a little more in love with him for it.

“How about you? How are you feeling?” her answering tone was off. Instead of light, conversational, her voice sounded strained. The slight pucker of his brows said he noticed.

“I’m good. A bit sore, but the doctors patched me up. Dr Mel is--”

“Weird,” they said together, and laughed.

“’The day is bright and full of peace,’” Daenerys said, mimicking the surgeon’s deep intonation. She moved to set down her empty mug. Jon was close. So close. Close and warm and so beautiful it hurt to look at him. She felt the pull, deep in her chest, her belly. She was so entranced, the touch of his hand on her cheek startled her. Daenerys bit back a whimper and nestled into his hand. It was still there, she noted with some relief. That glorious magic, the sweet heat that flared to life between them. He felt it too. His pupils were wide and dark, lips parted.    

“How’re you feeling?” he asked hoarsely. Daenerys covered her hand with his.

“I’m fine, thanks to you. You saved me. Again.”

“Arya said you needed surgery?” She shrugged off the words, guilt a hot knot in her throat.

“Tendon damage in my feet, from the glass. No high heels for me for a while,” she joked weakly. Jon bowed his head to rest against hers. Daenerys closed her eyes, loving the blessed strength and closeness of him, so nearly stolen from her. Tears bubbled up, flashing down her cheeks.

“I didn’t get there in time.”

“You saved my life, Jon. And protecting me nearly got you killed. I’m so sorry.”

“Arya said you might feel that way.”

“She’s very smart, your sister.”

“And a huge pain in the ass,” Jon said dryly. His warm breath was a soft caress, smelling of tea and cinnamon. Daenerys bit the inside of her lip to resist kissing him. She hadn’t groveled nearly enough. Here goes nothing.

“She loves you. We have that in common,” Daenerys said. He stilled, watchful and wary.

“You love me?”

“Gods, yes. Down to my marrow. I love you. And if you’re still angry at me, I understand. But, just so we’re clear . . . I love you and would marry you tomorrow.”

It wasn’t a kiss, but a mutual devouring. Heat flared to life. Sweet familiar heat that made her ache in the deepest inward parts of herself. Knowing and known all at once. Hands wandered, mapping the terrain of each other’s bodies. She wanted to claw at his clothes to seek the sleek hard shape of him. Her knight, her hero, her love.

“Wait. Wait,” Jon hissed. Daenerys made an inarticulate sound, kissing him again. More, more, more of his full, clever lips, more that delicious Jon-taste. He disengaged gently, framing her face between his hands.

“No more quick, frantic fucking. I want to take you to dinner. I want to see my ring on your finger.” Daenerys nearly wept. In frustration or ecstasy, she wasn’t sure.

“Jon, please--”

“No. No more sex goddess stuff. I mean it. I’m not putting out until I get you a ring.” Her answering laugh was light as air.

“I don’t need a ring. I just need you,” she said. Jon’s smile was blinding.

“Think about it. Dinner. Sushi or Dornish. A nice jewelry store, a pretty ring. Then I spread you out on the bed where we first made love and fuck you until neither of us can move. We can fly north. I’ll make you hot chocolate and fuck you by the fireplace as the snow falls outside. Warm and safe and together.” Daenerys nestled into his embrace, feeling his warmth and the thud of his heartbeat.

“That sounds like heaven. Let’s go.”                        

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