I loved «Don’t tell» , do you think about continuing? I would definitely read.😻
Please think about it 🙏
Hi!
I've always had vague ideas about continuing this series, but nothing at the moment.
Unfortunately, I've been suffering from a complete lack of motivation to write (and read) anything Jonerys for the last two months or so :/ I don't know whether my motivation will come back or not, but for now—after three years of non-stop Jonerys writing—I'm taking a break.
I suppose this is not what you wanted to hear and I hate not writing, but I can't force it.
Thank you for reaching out!
P.S. For anyone else still following, sorry for dropping off the face of the earth, but now you know what's going on, at least ><
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 16/19
Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV); A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen
Summary:
And then he whispers a single name into her hair. It is warm, like the memory of home and dark nights before a fire, and as sweet as treacle, sugar and butterscotch and promises she cannot remember. And she thinks, as she presses him into a fervent and hungry kiss, chasing the letters and the cadence and the brogue with her tongue, it should not sound so familiar.
“Dany”.
He has called her “Dany”.
But…
That isn’t her name.
•
A one-night stand ends up being a whole goddamned mess and two people whose names are certainly (probably) not Daenerys Targaryen or Jon Snow find themselves untangling strange dreams of war and betrayal and lives lost, lived, and forgotten. [Reincarnation AU]
Jonerys Remix/Harry Potter AU: Jon as James, Daenerys as Lily
“She started going out with him in seventh year, once he deflated his head a bit.”
— originally from HP5, OotP
For @youwerenevermine ❤️
Happy birthday, my dear!! I had so many ideas what to gift you, but in the end it had to be this. Enemies to Lovers, Young Love, Potter Verse; I know it checks many of your boxes, so I really hope you like it! :)
Thank you so much for all your support, your wonderful creations, your knowledge that you always share with us, whether it’s a great book recommendation or the long-desired link to a photo shoot, and above all, thank you for the many jokes and laughs!!! ❤️❤️❤️
To the girl who is my favorite person to thirst with, what could be more appropriate to gift you on your birthday than this video montage of our favorite guy. I am so lucky to call you one of my best friends and I still laugh at how we went from shy fandom acquaintances to full fledge crazy brain twins in the span of a few dm’s.
You never cease to amaze me with your talents; whether that’s finding the perfect Jon/Dany picture for mood boards, coming up with the crackiest fic idea on a whim for our collab, or sleuthing to find me the juiciest Kimilia gossip in the snap of a finger.
No matter what we’re doing, we always have the best fun. Your talent is only superseded by your kindness and it’s rare to find someone you can connect with that you’ve never even met, but I’m so lucky that it happened to me.
Oh, I do have a fic planned for you, but to keep true to my word, I can’t start it until I finish Storm Before the Calm, so it’ll be late. Eh, what else is new, right? 😂. I hope you have the best birthday celebration and you better eat some good food for me 😘
Thank you for being such an awesome friend over the last couple of years, I am so honored to call you my friend! You are so sweet, kind, helpful, and always there to laugh over a joke, rant over a stupid thing, bitch about fandoms, and generally just be amazing!
I am so sorry I did not have the Well Met AU ready like I wanted to do, but I hope you enjoy this smutty fic. Photographer Jon and Model Dany are here to be hot, smutty beans just in time for your birthday.
Hope you have an AMAZING DAY!
lights camera action | Jonerys AU 📸
It was a little odd for only the photographer– Jon in this case– to be there, but it was easier for her to process. A bit awkward, sure, but she’d worked hard to get where she was and now she could make her own rules when she did photoshoots. She did not like having dozens of people staring at her as she pranced about in her undies pretending to be sexy.
It was easier when it was just one person taking the pictures; it made it more intimate and if she had a comfortable relationship with the person, it was easier for her. To play a role, that was her job, she was an actress first. Margaery had just been the one to try to turn her into a model, which was silly. She was tiny even in heels. “It’s more natural!” Marge had exclaimed when she protested. “The average woman isn’t a glamazon!”
“The average woman also isn’t the size of a Muppet,” she’d mumbled back, but Marge hadn’t heard her or more likely chose to ignore it.
It was a surprise to see the handsome– if slightly fumbling– man who greeted her in the Dragonstone conservatory. He was incredibly attractive, his pearly skin looking almost tan against the stark white of his shirt, curls inky black and beard swathing his strong jaw. Bright gray eyes stared back at her when he took her in and she tried to seem taller in her heavy combat boots– maybe he wasn’t expecting her to be who she really was either. She wasn’t sure what she expected Jon to be. She had seen precious few photos of him and in the couple Marge had in her townhouse, he had on sunglasses or a baseball cap.
She momentarily felt bad for teasing him but it seemed to put him briefly at ease. He was adorable, his cheeks pinking under his dark beard. I won’t bite, she’d told him, and she wasn’t sure if that was still the truth. He looked positively delicious.
And when he’d turned away from her, to attend to the camera, and she took a gander over her shoulder, she admired the way the stretch in his jeans were doing the Lord of Light’s work– if she believed in any religion, she wasn’t averse to the one of the Red God, she really did enjoy fire, a dragon after all. It was probably one of the better asses she had ever seen, if not the best. Shapley, hard as a rock, and looked like her hands would fit it perfectly.
How Dany Got the Goods on Jon (A Prequel to Dirty Little Secret)
For @snowxstormworld's Jonerys Orgasmic October 2k22 Day 1 “Voyeurism”
If you liked my story Dirty Little Secret but always wondered how Dany got those naughty pics, this prequel is for you.
This is also a belated birthday gift for the lovely and supportive @mysticmyllee - you've always been such a cheerleader for this story and I've never forgotten! Hope you enjoy this cracky little fic!
Beta and moodboard credit (isn't it GORG?!) go to @libradoodle1. I'm glad you're always late to the party, because chances are I'm still setting out the appetizers!
Not only did you write me a story, but also it's in my ABSOLUTE FAVE verse from you. What can I say, I have a soft (and horny) spot for teacher/student Jonerys 😂
A million thank yous and I'll save the rest of my thoughts for the comments <3
I wrote this in the immediate aftermath of the HOTD finale because: 1) I’m delaying going to sleep for some reason, 2) the table was so COOL, and 3) I just really am sad that the dragons died out and I don’t want to see it. Even if it’s still a few years off. Also 4) I love Caraxes my noodle boi. 5) Also I really want Targ Restoration. Enjoy!
Dragonstone reminded him of Winterfell.
Jon walked the corridors, feeling the same chill he felt when he was in the Northern stronghold. His home, he supposed, although lately Dragonstone was more his home than Winterfell had ever been. He enjoyed the warmth from the Dragonmont, exploring the caves, and when in need, diving into the sea to work off excess energy as they waited for news from the West.
He knew the win was in sight. They’d fly to King’s Landing soon. They’d take it and he would crown his queen on the steps of the ruined Dragonpit.
In his arms, he held the egg— one of three they had found— earlier than month, while searching the Dragonmont. He had been drawn to it for some reason, a blood red with flecks of gold. Even Ghost seemed drawn to it, sniffing it and sitting by the brazier where it warmed when it wasn’t with the other two in the incubation chamber in the Dragonmont.
The dragons in the walls whispered among themselves and he’d woken up to the whispers. He took the egg and followed the dragons, the firelight on the wall torches leading the way. He stopped in the entry to the Chamber of the Painted Table, pausing and peering in.
Torches hung on the walls and the hearth blazed, doing its best to heat the room that was otherwise open to the elements, a cold wind blowing through the wall behind his queen, whistling off the stone columns.
She was sitting at the head of the table— the North— a large ancient tome open in front of her. He walked in quietly, trying not to startle her. He needn’t have bothered. She lifted her face, smiling. “I heard you coming down the hall.”
“Sorry, I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“It’s no bother. I couldn’t sleep.”
Jon held the egg up. “I wanted to bring it here. Not sure why.”
Dany nodded to the hearth. She stood and walked towards him, taking the egg and kneeling, placing it in the fire. It glowed, so red it was blinding. He walked around the table and gazed at the book she was reading. It was all in High Valyrian, but there were drawings, the colored ink faded, depicting different dragons.
“Who is this?” he asked, pointing to an egg similar in color to the one in the fire. There was a dragon next to it, with an oddly long neck and an extra set of wings on his feet.
“Ah, one of my favorites. the Blood Wyrm. Caraxes.” Dany pointed to the Valyrian. “Last seen over the God’s Eye. He took down Vhagar. One of the casualties of the Dance of the Dragons. Riders were Daemon Targaryen and his uncle Aemon, son of Jaehaerys the Wise.”
Jon knew Caraxes. He knew all the dragons. He’d never seen drawings of them though. “You’re looking at histories of the Dance of the Dragons?” He didn’t want her to do that. This war of the kingdom would have a better end for their house. He didn’t want her to think of the other outcome.
“I was looking up the dragons. They comfort me.” She hesitated and shrugged, closing the book and carried it to a side table. “It doesn’t matter anyway.”
As if on cue, Rhaegal cried out. He knew it was Rhaegal because he felt the tug in his heart and mind. He glanced at the carved table, running his finger in the groove marking Castle Black. It seemed so long ago he’d been there. That that had been his home.
“Do you want to see something…for lack of a better word…” Dany trailed off, a sly, knowing smile like she had a secret she was bursting to share, “cool to see?”
“Cool?”
“It’s an idiom,” she laughed. She walked by him to the torches on the wall, taking them down and extinguishing them. The room plunged into darkness by the time she finished, at the other side of the table.
He didn’t know what that meant but he watched, intrigued, as Dany crossed to the hearth. She reached in with her bare hands and removed coals and burning embers, placing them in a box. He frowned at it. “Where did that come from?”
“Under the table. I found it the other day when I dropped my quill. It was almost sealed completely beneath it.”
She scattered some candles in it too and dragged it back to the end of the table. He watched, curious, and was about to ask again what she was going, when she shoved the box of flame beneath the table.
And as if by magic, the table slowly came to life.
The flames lit underneath the dragonglass and stone, his mouth dropping as the flames traveled up the table, the grooves glowing red and orange, like molten lava. He gaped, unable to comprehend the sheer beauty of it all.
The entire kingdom floated in fire. He glanced up and it did the same in Dany’s eyes. She had her hands folded under her belly, a small smile playing on her lips. “I don’t know why we didn’t know about this before, it makes conquering even more enjoyable.”
He barked a laugh, his hand touching the table lightly. It was still cool to the touch. He shook his head, smiling. “Our ancestors were…something else.”
“Indeed.”
When he looked up again, he was startled to see her atop the table. She was kneeling at the end, between Dorne and the Reach. He didn’t have to ask and climbed atop the table. They met in the middle, somewhere in the Riverlands
On their knees, they met in a long, gentle kiss. Jon brushed his nose against hers, his eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks when he opened his eyes, to find her blinking back tears. “What is it?” he murmured.
Dany didn’t speak and instead pushed his hands to her dress, both of them tugging at the clasps. The fabric pooled to her hips and he looked down at her naked upper body.
And saw it.
It was the way the shadows fell over her breasts and the curve of her hips. He hadn’t noticed it earlier. He certainly did now. The shadow and flame that danced on the gentle swell of her lower belly.
He covered it with his hand, meeting her teary gaze. “A babe?” he whispered, hoarse.
She nodded and grinned. “Yes.”
At the same time they turned their faces to the fire, where the egg glowed. Their babe’s egg, he thought. He grinned and touched his forehead to hers. “This is…gods Dany.”
“We will rule the Seven Kingdoms again,” she whispered. She looked down at the glowing table that Aegon the Conqueror had used, that all the Targaryens used to plan their wars. “And dragons will own the skies again.”
Jon pulled her down atop the table, their heads somewhere over Winterfell and kissed her, vowing he’d do all he could to ensure that would happen.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 15/19
Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV); A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen
Summary:
And then he whispers a single name into her hair. It is warm, like the memory of home and dark nights before a fire, and as sweet as treacle, sugar and butterscotch and promises she cannot remember. And she thinks, as she presses him into a fervent and hungry kiss, chasing the letters and the cadence and the brogue with her tongue, it should not sound so familiar.
“Dany”.
He has called her “Dany”.
But…
That isn’t her name.
•
A one-night stand ends up being a whole goddamned mess and two people whose names are certainly (probably) not Daenerys Targaryen or Jon Snow find themselves untangling strange dreams of war and betrayal and lives lost, lived, and forgotten. [Reincarnation AU]
Hi! Big fan of your stories! ♥️ Are there any Jonery’s fics that you’re reading that you’d recommend? And any one shots that you love to reread?
Oh anything by @nlights37 , @angryminion , @mysticmyllee , @moondancer71 , @jellybeanficwriter and @libradoodle1 ! They are all amazing and fantastic writers!
One shots I love rereading are definitely Strictly Business by NorthernLights and Remember When by Libradoodle.
In the Land of Gods and Monsters | Chapter 2: Prodigal
Summary: Dany returns to Winterfell when a young boy’s body is found in the Wolfswood.
“Daenerys,” his Northern brogue mocked, thick with annoyance. “I was beginning to think you were ignoring my calls.”
“Of course not, Jon. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?”
“We need you back at Winterfell. How soon can you get here?”
“Jon,” she sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “I did all that I could to help the pack, but my life is here in King’s Landing. Whatever issue you are now facing will need to be resolved without me.”
“The disappearances have started again. Bodies are showing up in surrounding areas,” he continued.
“I’m not sure what more I can do now that I couldn’t three months ago. I’m sorry, but my answer is still no.”
He exhaled, a tired, strained breath. “An eleven year old boy was murdered in the Wolfswood. We suspect someone is targeting the pack.”
Read it on AO3. Thank you! Thanks @arielchelby and @jellybeanficwriter for beta reading!
For the Cameras | Chaprer 9: Committing to the Part
a collaboration with @muttpeeta
To her surprise, Jon picked up on the second ring.
“You’re absolutely insane, do you know that?” Dany playfully scolded him as she looked around the living room, grinning like an idiot at the ridiculous amount of flowers that filled her flat. “Couldn’t you just send a bouquet like a normal bloke?”
Jon chuckled. “You should know by now I’m not a normal bloke, Princess.”
“You didn’t have to do all this.”
He hummed in disagreement. “And risk our fans thinking that I’m a shite boyfriend for not showing up at your show? Even though I can’t make it tonight, at least everyone will know how much I wish that I could be there.”
Oh. Right. The flowers weren’t actually for her. Dany tried to push down the prick of disappointment she felt at the reminder, embarrassed for her earlier excitement. “You realise you’ve just made the lives of all men on Planetos insanely difficult?” she said instead. “You’re setting a very high bar, Mr. Snow.”
“Good. I’d love to see any of them try to keep up.” Dany could hear his smug smirk in his voice.
“So,” she cleared her throat, moving closer to one of the arrangements to play with a rose. “You’re really not coming tonight.”
“It doesn't seem like it.”
“Of course. I completely understand.” Truth was, part of her had hoped that between Sunday and now, his schedule would have cleared, and he would be able to attend her silly show.
Jon sighed on the other end. “I know you're very eager for the real Jon Snow kiss. But don’t worry, Princess. I'll make it worth the wait.”
Hi libra! I just read your story for mylee and it was truly beautiful. You’re really spoiling us with all these stories back to back 💕💕 Thank you!
Hi Anon,
You’re so sweet to let me know! Remember When all started with that edit of Dany in the romantic dress. I fell in love with how it came out and then had to concoct a whole story around it.
I’m delighted you enjoyed the fic and I’m referring to it as my Jonerys Love Story ❤️
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