#((sometimes my jon muse just wants snuggles instead of the struggles i give him

[smallblueboyscout]

((does anyone else want jon to dump a flower crown on them? open to indies and isola members 

[shazyloren]

The Dragon Club: Chapter 39 - I Love You’s and Honesty

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12018519/chapters/28248675

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Daenerys angrily pounded on Jon's door; her mind filled with lots of confusion. Rhaella's harsh voice cut through her brain like a hot knife in butter. Daario's confession of love made her sad for ever getting intimate in the first place. And Viserys being weirdly nice made her just confused about everything else. She needed to be with the one person who made her sane, Jon.

The door swung open and he stood there with an oversized jumper and some striped pyjama bottoms, it was nearing eight pm so she understood why he was ready for bed. That's what she felt like doing. His eyes were wide as he took in her appearance. Daario had driven away now, the last part of that encounter leaving her as she filled herself with thoughts and visions of jon. He was wearing his glasses she loved so much, his hair was messy as if he'd just woken up. And even though she saw him this morning only, she couldn't help but be filled with a sense of overcoming loneliness seeing him once again.

"Hey" She said breathlessly. "Can I come in?"

"Of course" He stepped to one side and allowed her to enter. She stepped through but immediately she clung to him for comfort. His woodish smell and his strong body instantly eased the stress in her nerves. She felt tears stream her face, sniffled coming out of her nose. "Hey, hey, hey. What's the matter?"

"It's nothing" She mumbled into him as he kicked his door shut with his foot. Daenerys felt something brush up alongside her, Ghost, his dog. Jon pulled her along to the living room. He sat her down on the sofa as her tears began to fall rapidly, never letting his arms leave her embrace. "Why does my mother hate me?"

"She doesn't, Im sure she doesn't" He cooed as he rocked her slightly. "She hates me, there's a difference"

"She doesn't even know you!" Daenerys whined, her loose strands of hair sticking to her face from the wetness of her tears. "She's not even given you a chance to show her how amazing you are. She doesn't like who I've become because of you!"

"How you've become?" Jon asked.

"Stronger and even less dependent on her than I was. She said I was not her daughter anymore" Daenerys spluttered as she cried. "If she'd even been any sort of a mother she'd realised that I'm happier than I've ever been. Why does she have to ruin this peace I feel? Especially when I'm with you!"

"She'll come around, Dany. She'll come to see you for the strong, empowered woman you've become. You're not that sixteen year old girl anymore, you're a survivor and this is you surviving. And I will always help you survive" He soothed her, kissing her forehead as she sobbed onto him. "I guess you didn't stay long"

"All of five minutes before she started. I didn't even get to say hello to father in his chair" Daenerys mumbled in upset. "The strangest things happened afterwards however"

"What was that?" Jon asked intrigued.

"My brother apologised for being a douche to me all my life" She almost giggled at the thought, she was still crying, she couldn't switch that part of her waterworks off but she tried to break through with this sense of confusion instead. It was all so confusing. "Cocaine must've finally made my brother's mind crack I guess"

"Viserys apologised to you?" Even Jon was shocked she could hear. She'd told him tales of how Viserys had always taken the piss out of Daenerys for being the stubborn and hotheaded woman she grew to be. But she'd always stated she'd rather be that than addicted to heroin.

"The very brother" Daenerys thought about it briefly before laughing. "He even offered to speak with mother, can't see it going too well"

"It's worth him trying though" Jon mused. Daenerys agreed.

"If she's one percent nicer it's worth something" Daenerys nodded. She thought about everything that happened with Daario and wondered if she should tell him or not. He did not know they were past lovers, and she did not want him getting all flighty on her. But if they wanted this relationship to work, she needed to be honest with him. "Daario drove me here, and that was another strange encounter"

She felt Jon tense up. While she'd said to Daario that she noticed he hadn't warmed up to Jon, Jon certainly hadn't warmed up to him fully and she did wonder why. "What did he say? Did he do something to you unwanted?"

"What? No, don't be silly, Jon!" She sighed. "Daario would never do that to me!"

"Sorry I just don't fully trust the guy" Jon shrugged. Daenerys was not surprised by this. "He's in love with you, I think"

"Yes, he is" Daenerys sat up and directly at Jon. "But I don't love him in that way"

"You do love him though" There was something different about their relationship, Daenerys felt herself almost free to talk with him. She knew how she felt, and she knows how Jon feels about her. It was just the saying part she was still processing. Did she want to say it? Would it ruin what they had. There was only one way to find out.

"I'm so in love with you, Jon Snow" She stuttered as she snuggled deeper into him, wanting more comfort than staring at him offered. "You are so wonderful to me, more than I deserve sometimes. And I want you to be in my life forever, no terrible parents, no past memories threatening us, just you and I. Us against the world I guess you could say"

"You wanna know something?" Jon asked, Daenerys could almost hear a small amount of shock in his voice. She looked up to meet his eyes, they were full of adoration and pride. Daenerys nodded. What was he going to say? "I always thought I'd be the one to say I love you first. I thought you'd take more time in understanding how you felt, after all girls are a lot more complicated than boys. I'm a very simple man, I feel all this emotion inside of me and it brings me to the same conclusion every time. I love you, Daenerys Targaryen"

"Then you have nothing to worry about with Daario" She said as a matter of fact. "He's a great friend, but nothing more"

"I still don't trust him" Jon grumbled a little more moodily than Daenerys cared for.

"Why? What is it that's stopping you from trusting him?" She squinted her eyes and looked at him carefully. Jon looked like he was having an internal struggle, wondering what side of him won, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. She rubbed the tears from her eyes with a handkerchief from her pocket. He scrolled through before pulling up a message and showing it to her.

Stay away from my Daenerys.

"What's this?" She asked confused.

"It's a message I received last Friday while I was out with Sam and Gilly. I don't know who it's from, why they've sent it, how they've got my number but a part of me is suspicious of Daario" Jon said bluntly. Daenerys blinked furiously through tears. She knew deep down it wasn't Daario, it couldn't be, he'd always put his loyalty to her above anything they ever shared.

"Why are you only showing me this now?" She asked a little infuriated. It was then she had an epiphany. She remembered the Dragon club meeting the day previous, the request of more security. He was worried for her safety and he'd asked Jorah to cover her more. Only for a few weeks, they'd said. "Jorah knows..."

"Yes" Was all he said.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Scared, I guess" Jon almost lost the ability to speak. "I thought about everything you told me that happened to you, and I didn't want any harm to come to you. It's not a good reason, it's the only one my dumb ass can say right now. I thought about staying away, thought about giving you up. But how do I know it will only make stuff worse? We're better together, you bring out the best in me and I you and I can't give up everything we've built"

"You should have said something, anything!" Daenerys demanded. "We promised each other we'd be honest!"

"We did, and I screwed up. But I just want you to be safe, is that such a crime? No one was less pleased about the lie we fabricated than I was. Why do you think I'm telling you after only one day of living with this?" He almost pleaded.

Daenerys breathed deeply, stopping the fire in her from coming to a head. "Okay, fine. We're good on that front. I agree that you were trying to protect me, I appreciate that. And you acknowledge that you should've told me, yeah?"

"Yes" Jon nodded as he took her into an embrace. "I'll find out who it is, we both will"

"I'm not scared of them Jon, I'm scared of losing you" She sighed.

"I know, and I you"

She stayed at his house that night, she borrowed one of his shirts to sleep in and they held onto each other tightly all night, no sex, just comfort. Daenerys thought about the mystery text and found herself feeling chills. She did not think it was Daario, but she really had no other idea of who it could be.

There was no one else it could be, right?