Hi everyone hope all is going well. I met this guy on my trip to London. I think he was in a show I liked. He is incredibly sweet. Like, so sweet I wanted to take him home and hug him and squeeze him and call him Jon.
i’ll be fine and dandy | a Jonerys Christmas fic ❄️
Better late than never 😂 This is my admittedly poor entry into @snowxstormworld ‘s Jonerys Winter Wonderland 2024 event. It is for the Holiday Magic prompt. Enjoy!
Jon nodded, swaying gently side-to-side. "That sounds good, I can't wait to see how they turn out." He lightly kissed the top of Lya's head. "She did really well, I was honestly surprised..." he trailed off and smiled shyly, his head ducking slightly. "You're really good with kids."
That ache gnawed in her gut. "Yeah," she whispered. "I love kids. Part of why I like doing portraits...but..." She shrugged. "It can get a bit tiring from time to time. I'm headed up North actually. Tomorrow. I'll work on your pictures on the train trip up."
He beamed. "You're going to the North?"
"Yeah, I'm doing a wildlife photoshoot up by the Wall. Train up to Winterfell, I know it takes forever but..."
"It's relaxing." They both said at the same time.
She chuckled as he ducked his head slightly again, his smile still pulled on his face, but a little shyer. "Yeah," she whispered, crossing her arms over her chest, exhaling hard, glancing at Lya, who was oblivious to the world. On its own, her brain having nothing to do with any of her movements, she reached out and lightly stroked the little girl's soft auburn hair, her voice faraway. "You kind of forget everything around you and watch the world pass you by...the landscape changes and it's like you're almost going back in time as you come from here with all its buildings and people and...get up to the mountains and snow and..."
“Stillness," they both whispered at the same time.
'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this. So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine. We would've been timeless.
Summary: Screenwriter, Daenerys Targaryen, has landed the job of a lifetime, to remake the 1947 holiday classic, His Merry Wife! The original made Jon Stark a household name. However, he tragically died on Christmas Eve, 1948, cutting his promising career short. Dany’s boss, Tyrion Lannister, President of Golden Lion Productions, rejects Dany’s changes to the film’s ending, which would remove the heroine’s happy ever after with her love interest. Tyrion sends Dany to Highgarden Castle in hopes that visiting the filming location during the holiday season will spark Dany’s creativity and renew her belief and love for the original ending. While on a tour of the castle, Dany turns over a magical hourglass that transports her back to 1947 during the filming of His Merry Wife! Will she be able to return to her own time without changing history?
Happy birthday @youwerenevermine!! This is technically late, but I hope you had the best day! 🧡 I would've written you a drabble but knowing me, you would've gotten it on your 80th birthday 💀
🏒 the deal 🎶 | “Sometimes people sneak up on you and suddenly you don't know how you ever lived without them.”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @youwerenevermine! 🥳🥰😘🤗🎂🎈🎊🎁 Okay fine whatever so I am a few hours your time early, but I was so excited to share and honestly, the world is going to end soon and I wanted to get ahead of the game. I went back and forth over what to do for you and couldn’t decide so went with this. The original hockey boyfriend Mr. Garrett Graham and sassy Hannah Wells! It is Jonerys meets THE DEAL! I hope you like it! So grateful to this fandom for introducing me to you! Love you bby! 😘
There was a very strong possibility Jon Snow had made a terrible mistake making this deal with Daenerys Targaryen. He figured it was easy enough; she was a smarty pants and could help him get his grade up in what was supposed to be an "easy A" philosophy class and keep him from getting benched. In doing so, he'd pretend to date her and the guy she had a crush on-- fucking Robb, his own damn cousin-- would see her as a bit more than weird silver-haired purple-eyed Dany and want to ask her out. Since Robb wanted anything he couldn't have-- particularly if Jon had it first.
Now he was watching Robb openly flirt with her and was squeezing his beer bottle so hard he figured he'd be benched not for his shitty philosophy grade but for having to get stitches in his stick hand. It was supposed to be an easy quid-pro-quo. A deal. Started off more annoying than anything else-- Dany could not have cared one single snowflake that he was Queen Alysanne University's star left winger and frequently let him know it. He honestly appreciated it, even if he had to really wear her down, chasing her all over Winterfell to get her to concede.
That had honestly been fun. Then there were their random long conversations after studying. Topics ranged from the best pizza toppings-- pepperoni and more pepperoni for him, while she saw nothing wrong with pineapple on her pizza-- to the best Marvel movie-- he didn't mind that movie about 'The Eternals' while she thought it sucked and liked 'Ant Man' more, all the way over to which House of Commons member should win the two highly competitive ridings near Winterfell or who really won the War of Five Kings?
He also had admitted to her some things he'd never shared with anyone. That he might be the aloof "Ice Man" of QAU hockey who could get any girl he wanted, he actually played that image outside of his truly private life. In reality he just couldn't think of girls, he was too busy trying to do his best to keep his grades up to get a very difficult degree in metallurgy and cultural anthropology while also making sure he didn't lose his rookie contract with the Winterfell Wolves professional hockey team.
Just like he knew all she wanted was to get the bonus money from the School of Drama and Music's winter showcase to help with her mother's medical bills, back in Pentos. That her dream was to sing on stage at the King's Landing Opera House.
All of that swam in his head, those conversations and late nights, sitting out in the quad on a blanket while she quizzed him on long dead Maesters, or that time she'd come to one of his games and he'd scored a hat trick, so she ahd to come to every singel one afterward.
He had done his job; he talked her up to Robb. He lingered in the living room of his and Robb's shared house when they would talk, just in case there needed to be extra prodding. Now they were on a bloody, fucking date.
"Jon, buddy, let go of the beer. The beer didn't do anything to you. Come on man, there you go." His friend and other roommate, Satin, carefully pried his fingers off the glass neck, moving the bottle to the oak bartop. "Alright, so when are you going to tell her?"
"Huh?" He was now glaring at the back of Robb's stupid auburn head, wondering if he could cut off those fucking curls while he was sleeping and blame their fourth roommate Theon. "Tell her what?"
"That you're in love with her, you dipshit."
Thank the gods he wasn't holding the beer bottle because he'd have definitely dropped it. He also was glad he didn't have any beer in his mouth, because that would have been sputtered everywhere as he gaped at Satin, who was now studying his fingernails nonchalantly. "Wha...what...I'm not....she's a friend! She wasn't just a friend, she was...Dany.
Dany, whose first words to him were: "I'm sorry do I know you?"
Dany, who always tied her long silver braids up on her head in a knot using pencils. Who hummed random song llyrics and chords and scribbled them on ltitle pieces of paper. Who had a voice that sounded like fucking angels from teh rafters. Who snorted and cackled when she laughed. Who called him "Wolf Man" instead of "Ice Man" because he had a wolf back home and one tattooed on his arm.
Dany....Dany who always smelled like lemons and lavender and who...
He blinked. It was like seeing everything under a different filter. Brighter. Across the bar, he watched Dany laugh at something Robb said, but it didn’t meet her eyes. She was playing with the silver guitar pick she used, something he had learned was a nervous habit. Her eyes— vibrant, happy lavender— did not fully meet his, but he knew she had glanced his way.
Gods. Was he in love with her? Was that what this feeling was? He couldn’t love her. He had to focus on hockey and studying and…it was just easier to keep that other side of him out there. If Jon Snow actually found a girl…a music major who didn’t know a deke from a slapshot and thought there were quarters not periods…he’d never hear the end of it.
He didn’t care. He didn’t want her with Robb. “And why is that?” Satin asked.
Fuck he said that out loud? “Because she’s mine,” he snapped. He paused. “No she is her own person of course I don’t own her obviously but…” He drained the beer bottle. This was one thing Robb was not going to steal from him. He stomped over to their table and didn’t even wait for his cousin to say anything before he glanced at Dany. “Get your coat, we still have to finish that Agatha show.”
She cocked her head up, confused. “Jon what…”
“Come on.”
“Jon,” Robb began, but he didn’t even have time to finish. Jon grabbed Dany’s hand, tugging her away and towards the back corridor. “What the seven hells Jon!”
If she wanted to fight him, she could. He’d let her anyway. Dany did not pull very hard and protested over Robb’s loud complaining. “Jon seriously what the fuck are you doing?!” She pushed at his chest when he tugged them into the stairwell that led up to the bar manager office, the dim lighting throwing her face in relief. She was fuming. She was a dragon, he expected it. “What was that!?”
“I want to see something.” He didn’t wait for a response. He had to do this. So he crashed his mouth down over hers.
The shock had her gasping, lips parting under his. Soft, plump, perfect lips, and he pressed gently, his hands dropping to her small waist to hold her upright against the wall. She had her hand on his shoulder and for a second he didn’t think she was going to kiss back and made to pull away, apology at the ready, knowing he had fucked this up completely.
Until her hands dove into his hair and she opened her mouth wider, moaning and pulling him to her. He groaned, desperate now, a man who had his first taste of water after wandering a desert, and cupped her jaw, angling her head so he could rise over her, sliding his tongue along hers. Gods. She tasted like strawberries. How!? One of life’s mysteries, he supposed.
The need for air separated them, their breathing ragged and foreheads touching, noses brushing. Her gaze lifted, meeting his. “I take it you don’t think I should see Robb?”
He shook his head, whispering, “Come home with me. I’ll make you a deal.”
“And what’s that?”
He kissed her again, nipping her bottom lip. Her breasts were pressed to his chest and his knee had wedged itself between hers. They were about ten seconds away from a public indecency charge. His voice dropped, gravelly. “You come home with me and I’ll make you come within ten minutes. Five, even.”
Her cheeks flushed pink. “And what do you get out of this deal?” she asked.
He pretended to think, before flashing a grin. “The knowledge I made you come. Oh and, our next movie night you don’t wear underwear.”
She smirked now. “I am not one of your puck bunnies.”
“And you know I don’t do puck bunnies.”
After a second, she barely nodded. “Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got Wolf Man.”
“So it’s a deal then Targy?” She hated that nickname. The glare she shot him had him grinning.
She pulled at his hand, towards the back exit. “It’s a deal.”
It’s here sort of! First chapter of what should have been only a one shot but that’s life. The Casper!AU that no one wanted but got anyway. Enjoy! 👻
She had her nose almost against the paper, reading through a paragraph that was somewhat legible. "Elected as the 998th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch in a close margin of one vote, beating Ser Alliser Thorne...approximately two and twenty years of age..." her brow furrowed, trying to figure out who the account happened to be about. She flicked her gaze to the next page, and saw it, in darkened ink, with a splotch at the end.
Jon Snow
"Jon Snow," she said out loud, her voice reverberating in the silent room.
The wolf opened his mouth, making a high-pitched, strangled howl and she yelped, startled when one of the candles went out, at the same time her hand jerked, almost knocking over...a cup of tea that was not there before. She swallowed hard and stared at the mug, steaming hot water with the preferred loose leaf strainer hanging off the side. If she took a sip she knew it was her favorite Pentoshi blend. She looked to Ghost, who was staring at her intently. "You know him? Jon Snow? You want me to learn about him?"
Dany touched the edge of the book, taking a deep breath. This was...wow. She looked around the room, trying to take in any further differences. The door was open again and she followed the gaze of Ghost to the corner. She stood, her fingers trembling and her heart stilling. Just take deep breaths Dany, she thought, lifting her hand, reaching to lightly touch...
What should have been air.
But instead she hit resistance...a hand. Fingers closed around hers.
Enjoy this teaser for a fic that is very, very loosely inspired by Casper. Yes, that one. 👻
"Um...I...forgive me, I've never spoken to a ghost before...do I call you..."
"You can call me Jon." He smiled again; this time the corners of his eyes crinkled, and she briefly saw a young man in the strained, weathered face of someone who seemed to have lived too many lifetimes for someone his age. "And this is my first time speaking with someone of the...lively persuasion, so forgive me as well."
She nodded, not even realizing that Ghost had walked over to join him. "Ah...I take it he belongs to you?"
"Oh aye, Ghost has been with me for...well, a very long time." He cocked his head; one of the springy curls fell from where it had been tucked behind his ear and she had a strange urge to go pull it; even though that was impossible. "What do I call you? Daenerys?"
"Dany." She closed the book she'd been reading, folding her hands on top of it. "You can call me Dany."
He nodded curtly. "Dany."
They stared at each other for a few silent moments, until she couldn't take it any longer, exploding in excitement, jumping to her feet. "I cannot believe this is happening, all this time, I'm actually speaking to a spirit...I...I don't understand, you can pick up things, you can...you can write and communicate...I don't..." She pushed her hands through her hair, which was already standing on all ends, exclaiming, "Why me!?"
Jon looked up, blinking like it was an obvious answer. "Because you believe."
Believe. “That's it?" she whispered. That...was very simple. "I believe in you?"
"You believe in things that have no explanation. I can communicate but...not quite as well as I can with you. This is the first time anyone has ever truly seen me." His smile faded and a blanket of melancholy draped over him. "Not that people want to...my name has been lost for centuries. You know it. That helps."
Don't bother him. That's what Sam said. "But Samwell Tarly knows about you?" she asked.
"Sort of. He knows I am here. I don't like people bothering...things." To her shock, he exhaled hard. Except he was a ghost so clearly it was just habit and not out of necessity. "There are things in these walls...along the Wall itself...I knew you were different when you came. Are you here to bring back the dead?"
Dragons, wolf dreams, a witch’s curse… nothing suits our OTP better than the spooky season. We invite you to join us, from October 29-31, in celebrating them in every time and universe this Halloween with fan works of all kinds: fanfics, fanart, edits, manips, fan videos, etc! Dark and sexy, sweet and fluffy or somewhere in between - we’re ready to devour it all. The prompts, listed below, are meant to inspire, so get creative and make them your own!
Day 1 (10/29) 👻 Dragon Dreams | Cursed | The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors
Day 2 (10/30) 🎃 Beast Within | The Fire is Mine | Haunted
Day 3 (10/31) 👻 The Perfect Costume | Halloween Night | Free Choice
To participate, simply post your creation to your own blog and/or to our AO3 collection and @iceandfirejonerysdiscord and tag #JonerysFallingForYou2024 and #IceandFireJonerysDiscord as we'll track and reblog it here!
The rules are pretty simple:
The main pairing must be Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen (no multi-shipping or explicit content featuring Jon and Dany with other characters).
You DO NOT need to be a member of the discord to join, as it is open to the AO3 and Tumblr Jonerys community (where we will be tracking submissions).
You are free to mix prompts in your post, but do try to post on the day that has your “featured” or main prompt.
The schedule isn't too rigid. If you run behind and have content for Day 1 that isn’t ready until Day 3, don’t worry! You can still post it and we will still reblog it!
Keep it positive and have fun!
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask us via the blog or also @moondancer71 and @arielchelby We are looking forward to seeing what you all will create!
Jonerys Orgasmic October saw a fantastic turnout with the hottest content celebrating our OTP. We thank the fandom for your support in reading, reblogging, and commenting. Of course, none of this would be possible without our wonderful participants who took the time to bring us these sinfully delightful treats. Thank you for sharing your creativity and making October sizzle all month long.
Below is the master list for #JonerysOrgasmicOctober2024
🍷 I Am All Yours! moodboard by @nikita2580
🍷 Life can be a nightmare. Life can be a dream by @rhaegarblackfire
🍷 unexpectedly mine by @magalidragon
🍷 With you tonight by @rhaegarblackfire
🍷 Mile High by 7empest
🍷 In Love and War by @libradoodle1
🍷 One night stand? by @rhaegarblackfire
🍷 The Last Witch Hunter by @rhaegarblackfire
🍷 Cheaters moodboard by @youwerenevermine
🍷 Rose are Red, Violets are Blue moodboard by @littledancer9
🍷 Boulevard of Broken Dreams by @leesielex
🍷 For a Friend by @fierypen37
🍷 tomorrow's wind, if it be wild by @girlwithakiwi
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