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They were at the Starks’ having pre-drinks before the party tonight and Jon was lounging back on the armchair playing FIFA with Robb when Theon walked in, immediately guffawing at the sight of them.

“What the bloody hell are you wearing, mate?” he laughed, snapping his hand at the bunny ears on his head, which tumbled onto his lap.

Jon didn’t take his eyes off the screen. “M’ Roger Rabbit,” he replied, his thumb working at the joystick as he moved his players across the screen.

Theon made his way to the fridge to get himself a beer, popping it open. “Yeah, I can see that,” he called back, taking a swig and leaning over on the counter. “My question was more along the lines of why would you willingly choose to look like an arse.”

The whistle sounded loudly and Robb cursed, tossing the control down on the couch as he stood up, angrily, his police cap falling off his head as he did. “I want revenge, Snow,” he pointed at him as he walked to the kitchen.

Grinning, Jon stood up to join them, replacing the ears over his head where they belonged. “Guess the arse still kicks yours at FIFA,” he muttered as he passed him, watching as Robb grabbed a piece of Halloween candy from the table even though Cat had specifically told them not to touch it.

“Wait,” Theon held out his hands, leaning over the counter so he could arch his neck around Jon. “Please tell me you’ve got a tail.”

Growing up with shits like these, Jon had learned to take the teasing, as much as it had used to bother him as a teenager. He turned around and bent over to show them the fluffy white hair on his bum.

Theon hollered, slapping the counter wildly. “Oh, man,” he yelled, tossing the beer cap at his face as the sound of heels descending the stairs alerted them to his girlfriend’s presence. He lowered his voice. “Did Sansa do this to you?”

Jon only raised his eyebrows at him, turning around to lean his elbows on the counter, facing the open doorway. “We’re going for a couples costume, you see,” he explained over his shoulder, smiling languidly.

As he had timed it, Theon didn’t have time to answer before Sansa came into view.

He sucked in a breath at the sight of her. Whatever he’d been expecting to see, the reality of it was a thousand times better. The dress was borderline pornographic, hanging off her tits stuck by god knows what magic, with a slit that came up all the way to her hip, her flaming hair pulled over the side, her makeup extravagant.

Listen, Jon could really not be blamed for immediately getting hard.

He bit down on his lip when she came into the kitchen, smiling like she knew exactly how she looked. “Hello, boys,” she greeted them, hand on her hip.

“Dear god, Sansa,” Robb groaned, turning away from her and walking back towards the couch.

Jon couldn’t help it, he glanced back at Theon to see his eyes all but bulging out of their sockets, his lips still fitted around the neck of the beer bottle. He shot him a wink before turning back to her. “Hello, wife.”

Sansa beamed at him, coming up to adjust his silly blue polka dot bowtie, and again, Jon could really not be blamed for dropping his gaze down to her cleavage; fuck, how many push up bras was she using?

“Did you save me a drink?” she asked him sweetly, tilting her head to the side, and Jon nodded, reaching back for the beer he’d already opened for her. Sansa blew him a kiss as she took it, smirking at Theon and walking over to the speakers to set up some music.

Once he’d finished staring after her retreating figure, Jon turned back around towards Theon to lower his voice as well, “I’ll don the douchey bunny ears, wouldn’t you?”

“I’m not going as a man!” Dany huffed, indignant, folding her arms across her chest. “I want to be the princess.”

Sansa stared at her from where she was pointing at the costume of the Beast on her laptop. Her brow furrowed. “No, I’m Belle. You have to be the Beast, otherwise it doesn’t work.”

“It works if I’m Belle and you’re the Beast,” Dany returned, settling further on the kitchen stool. She grabbed another forkful of scrambled eggs, chewing on them pointedly while she stared down her girlfriend.

Sighing, Sansa rolled her eyes. “Dany, obviously I didn’t pick Beauty and the Beast so I could go as the Beast. I won picking, remember? You got your way with the party we’re going to, I got to pick the costumes.”

The fork was now being waved in her direction. “Exactly. You got to pick the costumes, not who goes as who.”

“You’re being completely unfair and unreasonable right now,” Sansa complained, shutting her laptop screen because it was pointless to look at costume choices if Dany was going to be stubborn about this. “What’s the problem with being the man?”

“That I’m not a man!”

“Well, neither am I!”

Dany threw her arms up, hopping off the stool to put the plate in the sink, running some water over it and resting her hand on the edge as she turned back to her. “Then pick another costume?” she suggested.

Sansa pouted. “I don’t want to. I told you I wanted to go as Beauty and the Beast since we watched the movie.”

The water stopped running and Dany came back over to her, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “Can you find a girl version of the Beast?” she asked quietly, her lips pressed together.

It took a moment, but Sansa nodded excitedly. “I can draw one up!” she exclaimed, reaching over to take Dany’s hand in hers. “I’ll make the costume a dress as well, would that be okay?”

Dany allowed herself a smile, rolling her eyes as she placed her other hand on top of Sansa’s. “Yes, fine, I’ll be your Beast.”

Sansa let out a squeal, letting go off Dany’s hand to stand up and throw her arms around her, kissing her soundly. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she chanted against her lips between kisses while Dany laughed. “I promise it’ll be the prettiest dress.”

“Of course it will,” Dany said, pulling back to look at her with that smile reserved just for her. “I have full confidence in you.”

And when Sansa kissed her again, Dany thought she would be the furriest, manliest Beast as long as she got to have this.