#jonerys ficlet

[snowxstormworld]

JonerysSultrySummer masterlist

We are so grateful to everyone who participated in this event, whether by creating content, reblogging, or commenting! It’s thrilling that you’re all still here with us supporting our OTP, JonxDany, and keeping the fandom alive. 

Here is the master list for #JonerysSultrySummer23:

☀️ Caught in a Storm ~ ⛈️ ⚡️ 💨 🌊 by @magalidragon

☀️ Snow on the Beach Moodboard I by @axdragons

☀️ Eternal Summer by @niarehtnissik

☀️ Of tomorrow there is no certainty by @rhaegarblackfire​

☀️ Wishing the Power Never Comes Back On by @jellybeanficwriter​ 

☀️ The Valyrian Deception by @moon-ruled-rising​​

🏕️ Snow on the Beach Moodboard II by @axdragons

🏕️ Drive Me Crazy by @libradoodle1​

🏕️ It was only a dream by @rhaegarblackfire​

🎆 Snow on the Beach Moodboard III by @axdragons

🎆 The Summer Before by @littledancer9​

🎆 Something Infinite by @evax3

🎆 Summer Nights by @jupiterix​

🍦 Snow on the Beach IV - The Finale video by @axdragons

🍦 How to Honeymoon Alone Moodboard by @youwerenevermine

🍦 Boardwalk Wars by @muttpeeta​

🍉 Night’s Watch Bar Moodboard by @axdragons

🍉 Babymoon or Bust Moodboard by @youwerenevermine​

🍉 Snow on the Beach by @magalidragon​

🍉 Sun Bum by @jellybeanficwriter​

🍉 Wildflowers by @likexporcelain​ 

🍉 Lord Commander Frog by @fierypen37​

Credit for all edits goes to @youwerenevermine​ ❤

[fuckyoucanada]

Jonerys fic where they are jumping through time and landing in fraught periods of Targaryen history and one moment they are dumped in front of The Mad King and it’s enough of a shock that they are both captured and it just so happens to interrupt Brandon Stark and Rickard Stark’s trial by fire.

Circumstances align so that Dany (a girl that has to be a Blackfyre for all other Targaryens are known, right??) is the one Aerys decides to burn in front of Jon, others observing how she is led to her pyre with a bored look, her companion (who looks like stark; what is going on here??) says nothing as she is lit aflame.

Aerys and the rest of the court watch, waiting for the girl’s screams to begin. Only, nothing happens.

It’s only after the fire starts to burn itself out do they see the girl emerge from the flames. Her dark haired companion is finally able to shed his restraints and joins her, the cloak he once had on his shoulders now resting upon her bare ones.

They both turn to the Mad King in unison.

“You stand before Daenerys Stormborn and Jon Snow, King and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.”

Dany meets the The Mad King’s eyes and, with a dark smirk, informs him: “Real Dragons do not burn!”

Off in the distance, just able to be heard by the full court, are the faint sounds of dragons roaring.

[magalidragon]

twirly | ficlet teaser | 👑

As Loras said they'd break for a commercial, Dany waved and blew a kiss to the camera. He waited a beat, until a commercial popped up for a laundry detergent, and then went to his gym bag, ignoring Davos calling him back to keep up his workout. He rummaged in one of the side pockets and removed his phone.

The contact was for "Stormy" which was wedged in his contacts lists between "Satin" and "Sunny". Satin, being one of his good friends from his Night's Watch days. Sunny being the name that Dany had thought hilarious to name the main office for Prime Minister Stannis Baratheon, who was the antithesis of sunshine. It looked like he just had some weird friend names.

He was about to send the text: You looked incredible. when her message popped up first.

Did you see me?

He smiled, replying. She responded a second later. The outfit not too girly?

You look like the princess you are

It felt fun. I feel twirly. He bit his bottom lip, wondering what to reply, when the gray box popped up. I miss you. Tonight. Usual.

Without responding, he shoved the phone back into his bag and picked it up, slinging it over his shoulder and grabbing his hoodie. "See you later Davos."

[girlwithakiwi]

like freedom, like rosemary and thyme

Take a cancelled flight (or five). Add two stubborn people who refuse to ask for directions when they get lost, a dog having a damned good time playing chaperone in the backseat, and far too many motels with blinking NO VACANCY signs

This is not the trip that Daenerys wanted.

(But perhaps, as it turns out, it is the one she needed.)

[thelustybraavosimaid]

Too many ideas

-"if he loved you, he'd carry you off by swordpoint" jonerys ficlet

-jon, reborn, protecting rhaegar from a wight and burning his arm (in any life, that arm was gonna get fucked up)

-jon's dreams progressively getting worse/distorted/disturbed

-jon in the afterlife, feasting with robb and ned and the stone kings (but not eating the food, because something is wrong)

-original outline au where benjen is lc, jon is a ranger of great daring™️ and catelyn dies beyond the wall

-various jonrya ficlets/snippets (far too many to list)

[moondancer71]

Bound to You

JonerysSummerLovin2k22 | Day 2: Enemies to Lovers // Vampire Jonerys AU | @snowxstormworld​

“Jon,” he hears in a soft, melodic tone. When he opens his eyes his vision is blurry, but it quickly attunes itself to the image before him. Daenerys’s beauty has always been ethereal and otherworldly but in his eyes she seems more. Somehow he can see the way the silver strands of her hair glow in the light of the hearth and the gold flecks in her amethyst eyes. 

“You’re awake,” she says, reaching her hand out to hold his. But he pulls away, not desiring her touch. It's brief but he sees a flash of hurt cross her eyes. 

“What happened to me?” He asks. His throat feels dry and hot as if covered in flames. His head is pounding and his senses are overwhelmed; even though the room is dark, the lit candles beside his bed seem too bright for his eyes. 

“I’ve turned you.” 

“How could you do this?”  

“I saved you. You were going to die!” 

“You should have let me!” Jon has never feared death, yet now he faces an eternity of blood lust. Death would have been kinder. 

“I did this for you. For us. Because I love you,” she says, her voice trembling and eyes filling with tears.

“I loved you in this lifetime,” he says. He did, truly. Being with her made him think of everything he had ever wanted, but never hoped to dream of: family, home. Now, he only feels anger and rage. “I won’t make that mistake in the next.”   

“Fine,” she mutters through gritted teeth as she stands to leave. “There is only you and me, Jon. We have all of eternity before us and I can be patient until you can love me again.”

[adecila]

Things you said...

Jonerys ficlets from this list of prompts.

In the order I posted them:

22. Things you said after it was over

34. Things you whispered in my ear (continuation of #22)

35. Things you said at the top of your lungs

28. Things you said in the dark

27. Things you said through a closed door

12. Things you said when you thought I was asleep

9. Things you said when I was crying

14. Things you said after you kissed me

10. Things you said that made me feel like shit & 11. Things you said when you were drunk

18. Things you said when you were scared (continuation of #10&11)

20. Things you said that I wasn't meant to hear

Okay oh wow didn't realise I got this many prompts. Thanks guys for all your asks! It was really fun ❤ let's do this again some other time with other prompts 🤗

[fierypen37]

A little Held Captive ficlet set after the Battle for King’s Landing

[ellimomo]

Along the Riverbank and Under the Stars

A Jonerys au

Daenerys Targaryen always wanted adventure but she never imagined her life forever being altered like this.

After her ship is wrecked Daenerys wakes up stranded and lost in the jungles of South Africa. Only equipped with what she could salvage from the wreak she finds herself alone and surrounded by danger all around her. Until she meets Jon Snow another human who has been living in the jungle all his life. Intrigued by the jungle man Daenerys befriends Jon in hopes he can help her find her way back home. Growing closer Daenerys teaches Jon of her world as Jon Jon shows her his. Opening her eyes to all the wonders of the safari life Daenerys will discover a whole new world with Jon. Daenerys soon finds herself falling for Jon more and more with each passing day. Now torn between wanting to return back to civilization or staying with Jon in their own world of paradise. Daenerys will have to make a choice on whether or not she can be really be free among the wildlife or again be caged by man.

She was impossibly thirsty. Her throat itchy and dry Daenerys stumbled about her feet aching more and more with each step. She dragged the trunk that she salvaged from the ship wreak it’s weight slowing her down. Daenerys knew she should have let it but it was the only thing she had of hers and she hadn’t clue if she would ever see other life ever again. She had to find fresh water she could feel her body start to shut down and she knew if she closed her eyes they would not reopen. Shuddering a breath Daenerys continued walking. It was late in the evening when she finally heard the most glorious sound.

Rushing water.

Dropping her trunk Daenerys ran over to the riverbank immediately scooping up a handful of water and began drinking it all. Forgetting to look around her Daenerys continued to slurp down to fresh water. After she became full Daenerys started to wash herself. Dipping her head in the water she quickly shot back up she water dripping down her back. Sighing contentedly for the first time since the wreak she sat back her heels watching the moving water. But she couldn’t stay long the sunlight around her was dimming rapidly and she had to find a safe place to rest. Standing up Daenerys didn’t even hear the low growl coming from behind her. Slowly turning her head Daenerys see the yellow of a 70 pound something leopard staring back at her. Gulping she only had two options. One to jump into the river and start to swim away but she remembered reading that leopards were fond of swimming so that idea was moot. Her second option was to grab one of the large branches that laid along the riverside and fight her way out.

That didn't seem like much of a better option. But she knew what she had to do.

As slowly as she could Daenerys bent down while also keeping her eyes on the large cat. Snatching a branch Daenerys held it up as the leopard bared its teeth at her as it moved towards her. Ready to swing away a load yell came from the other side of her. Shock overcame her as a man swung down from the trees and landed in front of her. Standing between her and the leopard the man was holding a makeshift spear with a sharped rocked as its point. The man stuck his arms out to signal her to stay back back didn’t have to be told twice as she watched him circle the carnivore his spear ready to strike.

She was then surprised to hear him hiss at the leopard and it growled back at him. Faster then she could have blinked the leopard sprang at them with its claws out but the man was ready. Using his spear to stop the leopards teeth from sinking into him the man used all his strength and tackled the leopard to the ground. Daenerys wanted to help but the man only yelled at her to stay put. She could only watch as the leopard and the man wrestled around fighting to the death. His spear broken now the man was using his brute strength to fight the animal off. It had gotten darker making it difficult to tell apart who was the animal and who was the man. Growls and grunts filled her ears until she heard a snap and a groan but she wasn’t sure who it came from.

For a moment she thought she saw the leopard start to stand back up to finish her off but she quickly let out the breath she was holding as she saw her savior push off the carnivore off of him.

She could dimly see him under the moonlight. His naked chest gleaming with sweat and blood. Dark hair in disarray and body tense Daenerys slowly held her hand up to show him she was friendly.

“You’re hurt” She pointed to the gash on his shoulder that her didn't seem to notice. His whole body still as she slowly approached him Daenerys stopped until she was standing right in front of him. From where she stood she could look into his eyes. Dark as the night sky but surprisingly gentle as he gazed down at her Daenerys couldn’t help but be amazed at the sight of him. He wasn’t a tall man but Daenerys was still smaller than him. Visibly well built his chest rippled with muscles and ridges that was tempting to touch. But that wasn’t important now Daenerys needed to clean his wound before it started to fester and get infected. She gently took his hand and didn’t protest as she lead him the river. Sitting on the edge Daenerys pulled him down so she could examine his gash further. Luckily it wasn’t to deep so all she had to do was clean it and prevent it from getting infected. Ripping the all ready torn piece of her dress she dipped the fabric in the water and began to dab the drying blood off of him. He was quiet as Daenerys worked on his wound only giving the occasional grunt of discomfort.

“Sorry I’m not very good medic” She apologized lamely meeting his dark eyes once more but he just blinked not saying anything as she finished cleaning the wound.

“Alright I think that should do it” Daenerys said with a small smile trying to lighten the mood. The man gave her a nod of gratitude before standing up leaving her to watch him to pick his broken spear.

“Can you speak English?” She asked getting up and walking up to him. 

“Do you have a name?” The just man ignored her. Getting annoyed now she stepped in front of him blocking his way.

“I’m very grateful that you saved my life but that doesn’t mean you can be rude and ignore me” The man’s lip perked up in an almost smile as Daenerys stood her ground. He then stepped closer shielding Daenerys with his body making her gulp as the heat of his body radiated of him sending a shiver down her spine. He placed his hands on both her cheeks caressing each one with the pad his thumbs. His eyes held curiosity and wonder as he stared at her. Daenerys figured she was probably the first human woman he had ever seen. She found herself not minding his close proximity but actually enjoying it. Daenerys had to admit to herself that he was very handsome. A bearded face that had it fair share of scars and curly black hair that would have made every girl back home jealous. But what seemed to draw her to him was his eyes. Soulful and intense they held her gaze as if he wasn’t just looking at her but into her as if looking into her very soul. No he wasn’t handsome.

He was beautiful.

Finally mustering her courage she spoke softly “Who are you?” He still held her face between his hands his eyes falling to her lips making her shudder in want or fear she wasn’t sure. Her eyes darted over his face trying to determine on what his intentions were but all he did was stare at her. Daenerys sighed and began to pull away but that’s when he finally answered.

“My...name..is...Jon”

Whoa! I did it! I had this in my drafts for months! Debating on if I should work on this or not. But I’m so glad I did. I don’t know what came over me but I just had to write this out and finish it. I hope you enjoyed.

[reddoorandthelemontree]

A Northman

A little ficlet as I wait for Ep 3.  Dany asks about Jon.

“Your Grace.”   The voice was so low she nearly didn’t catch it.  Theon Greyjoy stood half in shadow, his eyes fixed on the floor.  

Dany stopped, surprised.  Young Greyjoy rarely spoke, was even less willing to put himself forward, but kept to his sister like a shadow.  Dany had half-expected him to have followed Yara out; the Ironborn ships were set to sail this morning for Dorne, in the hopes that, if all went well, they would have returned by the time the King in the North arrived.  But he had lingered in the war room after everyone else had left, though there was a moment of hesitation before he took a step towards her and bowed.

“My lord,” Dany said gently.  She couldn’t allow herself much gentleness, not now, not for a long time, but it seemed wrong to be anything else with this pale young man, who looked as if one wrong breath would shatter him.  She barely knew Theon Greyjoy, but, looking at him, she remembered her life as it was before Slaver’s Bay, before the khalasar and her children.  When there had only been Viserys, and the fear.

“Your Grace.  I would like to…advise…to suggest…you should put out bread and salt, Your Grace.  Wine, too, if you have it.”

“I always provide my guests with food and drink,” Dany began, but Theon shook his head fiercely, though he still would not look up.

“No, no that.  Not just that,” he stumbled.  “Bread and salt.  First thing.  It’s important.  Wine and cheese is you being gracious, but bread and salt is guest right.”  For a moment, his pale blue eyes flickered up to hers.  “They have that in Essos?”

“After a fashion.”  She’d spent half her life as someone’s guest, or another; but Essos was not Westeros, and the rights of hospitality were often only held so long as it suited.  “I gather it’s not the same.”

“No, it’s not.  It’s important,” Theon said again, and this time his voice did not shake.  “Once they eat of your bread and salt, no harm can come to them under your roof, and they’ll do no harm to you.  It’s a promise.  In the North, though, it’s more than that, it’s...Jon…the King in the North…he’ll know what it means.”

Daenerys took in this thin, pale shadow of a boy.  “Lord Tyrion tells me that you spent your youth at Winterfell.”

There was a small silence.  Theon swallowed before answering.  “That was another life, Your Grace.”

“But you knew this King in the North.  You grew up with him.”

Another silence.  “Yes, Your Grace.”  Greyjoy’s gaze went to the etching towards the north of the great wooden table.  To Winterfell.  “I grew up with him.”

“What sort of man is he?”

For the first time since she had met him, a small smile flickered across Theon’s face.  It vanished as quickly as it appeared, like sun behind a raincloud.  “A Northman.”

Dany had to turn away at the sudden, terrifying sense of depth.  It was as if she was swimming, trying to cross an ocean, and had only just kicked out to realize she had no idea how deep the waters went.  A Northman.  That meant something, she could see that it did, but she didn’t know what.  I don’t know this kingdom.  I came here to rule, but I don’t know these people at all.  She couldn’t ask, she couldn’t turn back, she couldn’t let him see.

Greyjoy went on hurriedly, as if her silence worried him as much as it did her.  “He’s stubborn.  Jon.  And…honest.  He keeps his word.”

She was able now to turn back with a smile, forced though it felt.  “Are there still men that do that?”

“Jon does.  He’s not one for fancy words...not many words at all.  He would watch, and think...you could see him thinking.  But he doesn’t lie.  Didn’t,” Theon corrected himself.  “When I knew him.  He’s…a Stark.”  The last was so quiet it was almost lost.

There was the quick sharp stamp of a gait Dany had learned to recognize early on.  Yara strode into the war room, cutting straight for her brother.  “Tide’s turning.  We should leave now if we don’t want to wait til evening.”  She gave a quick nod to Dany, and then smiled.  “I imagine you have better things to do than see us off, Daenerys.  Try not to weep too hard,” Yara added, offering her hand.  “We’ll be back soon enough.”

Dany clasped the young woman’s arm.  “Safely.”

“Not too safely, I hope,” Yara replied with a mischievous twinkle.  “A girl’s got to have some fun.”

Dany turned to Theon.  She nearly offered her hand, but he didn’t like to be touched.  “Bread and salt.  I promise.”

She saw the pink flush as young Greyjoy glanced towards his sister, but he bowed.  “Your Grace.”

Dany watched them go, then sent down to the kitchens.

[magalidragon]

Third day in a row sitting here writing smutty Jonerys. Apologies if it’s crap, there’s only so many ways to write smut 😂 But look for the “wicked words” ficlet I teased in September soon.

[girlwithakiwi]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @elder-flower

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

32 (20 are user-locked)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,238,164

3. What fandoms do you write for?

For the past five years, it has been iterations of A Song of Ice and Fire (the book canon, Game of Thrones, and House of the Dragon). Prior to that, I've written fics for Sailor Moon, Gundam Wing, Kingdom Hearts, Fushigi Yuugi, High School Musical, RENT, The Dresden Files, Harry Potter, Glee, and BBC Sherlock.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

the gather, the bend, the bringing forth (Game of Thrones S8 canon divergence)

some nights the lighthouse, some nights the sea (transatlanticism) (Game of Thrones S7 canon divergence)

the silhouette of a single memory (Game of Thrones reincarnation AU)

all the ground beneath with tears and blood (Game of Thrones/The Vampires Diaries fusion)

where ruin also exists (A Song of Ice and Fire, post-ADWD)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Even before I started writing in the ASOIAF fandom, I did tend to write bittersweet endings. Loss and grief is a fascinating frame of reference for an otherwise happy ending and I've always liked being able to write about those conflicting emotions. That said, it was probably never let me go.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Haha, lmao—this is definitely the silhouette of a single memory and its adjoining prompt ficlets.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

My canon divergent fics for Game of Thrones sometimes get the rare grumpy butt but honestly, I pay too much in taxes to be bothered by someone trying to be snide behind the anonymity of a computer screen.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sure? I think my smut is pretty tame compared to a lot of stuff I read but I do write it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes, I've written plenty. Sailor Moon/Gundam Wing and Game of Thrones/The Vampire Diaries might be the craziest though, considering how ridiculously dissimilar the two canon sources are.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

the gather, the bend, the bringing forth has its beginning chapters translated into Russian here

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes and no. My old RP partner @lyrangalia and I used to email RP during slow days at work and through that was born the AMD and Silvered Lightning universes. But since these technically never started as fic, then it's kind of in that weird uncategorized space.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

All time? I'm not sure if I have a single one that takes the top spot. I've liked Tomberly (MMPR), Willabeth (POTC), Neal/Sara (White Collar), Parker/Eliot/Hardison (Leverage), and Jonerys (ASOIAF) but I love them all equally.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hands down, Arcana. The reason I won't finish it is because I fell out of love with the source material (it didn't age well) and the author of said source material (he's kind of an asshole!). I do still love the character that this fic revolves around and it's removed enough from the source material that I could finish it but...

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterization and dialogue, probably? Who knows.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Characterization and dialogue, lmao.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Eh. It can be done and I've done it a few times honestly. I don't make a habit of it because it's just a bit of a headache to translate.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sailor Moon.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Based on re-readability? a silhouette of a single memory and where ruin also exists

No pressure tags: @jellybeanficwriter @moondancer71 @zavocado @kiaxet @luthien-under-bough @calenlily

[thelustybraavosimaid]

There's a person I used to share random Jonrya and Jonerys ficlets with and it honestly sucks not having them around. Not just because of the loss of connection/friendship, but because it was nice bouncing ideas off them and editing accordingly.

[noordinarylines]

Home

What about Jon introducing Dany to Arya? From @justwandering-neverlost

She held to the shadows of the balcony, allowing the darkness to hide her. It wasn’t that she was nervous to see him again, it was just…

So much had changed.

He was no longer the sullen man-child that had run to the Wall. She was no longer the girl who longed for nothing more than a sword in her hand and an enemy to skewer. And the woman who smelled of iron and flame was no longer what she once was either, if the rumors were to be believed.

Still, as she watched the reunion below, her worn heart gave a dangerous thump. He looked so much like Father. 

Sansa’s cool courtesies were pleasant, if expected. Jon had bent the knee. She was no longer an extant princess, just another Lady of Winterfell, preparing the castle and the North for the wars to come. She had done an admirable job, but now Jon had returned with the Dragon Queen firmly in tow.

He looked tired, the stern creases around his mouth and eyes much more pronounced than when he had been a boy– a boy that called her little sister and tousled her hair. And yet… He looked content, his eyes warm and calm, his stride sure and determined, but when he reached out to the Dragon Queen’s hand, Arya sputtered in surprise. She had never even seen him touch another woman outside of family, and yet here he was, tucking the Queen’s petite hand into the crook of his arm with a grace and ease that would have befuddled anyone who had known him before.

The Wall had made a man out of the boy she had known. The Wall, or else…

Her eyes settled on the Queen. She was as beautiful as they said, moonglow hair, violet eyes, royal bearing– no dragons that had been spotted yet, but Arya knew they couldn’t be far. A thrill lit through her blood at the thought. 

Dragons.

She would live to see dragons! Magic that had vanished from the world now mysteriously present once more, all thanks to the tiny woman below.

Sansa stepped aside and Jon swept toward the keep, his eyes automatically looking up to the balcony on which she hid, his gaze searching and finally lighting on her. She should have known she would never be able to hide from him, that their souls would recognize each other, at long last their wolf’s blood would call to the other.

A smile broke across his face, a true smile, one that he seemed to save only for her, and before she knew it, her feet were flying unbidden toward the stairs, pounding down the snow covered planks until even that distance was too great and she threw herself over the railing and into his waiting arms.

It took a moment for her to realize that the sound she was hearing was laughter– his and hers mingling together in perfect harmony. The toes of her boots barely scraped the snow below her, Jon’s arms wrapped around her as she burrowed her face into the furs at his neck, breathing in the particular scent of him– snow and sweat and something just so wholly Jon that it was difficult to pull away.

All too soon she heard Sansa clearing her throat behind her, the shuffling of feet as the rest of the procession had come to an abrupt halt, and Jon ruefully set her back on her feet, his gloved hands cupping her cheeks as he stared down at her in wonder.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” his gruff voice sounded in her ear as he crushed her to him again.

The lump in her throat wouldn’t allow her to answer, so instead she clung to him, her fingers scrabbling in his cloak.

A girl was Arya Stark of Winterfell, and now– she was truly home. 

All to soon he released her and stepped back, his hand reaching out to the Dragon Queen who took it with all the grace she could muster, the small smile upon her lips much more natural and at ease than she had been with Sansa just moments before.

“Arya, may I present Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen?”

Arya offered a slight bow, the Queen’s lips quirking slightly as she nodded. “Daenerys,” his familiarity did not go unnoticed, and Arya raised an eyebrow in response, “this is my youngest sister, Arya Stark.”

Daenerys had the decency to blush as Jon pulled her closer to his side, his hands lingering a moment too long. Her violet eyes searched hers before she spoke. “I have heard much about you, Lady Arya. I look forward to knowing you better, and through my own experiences, rather than that of a beloved brother.”

“Aye.” Arya replied, her shrewd gaze snapping between Jon and the Queen. “I look forward to that too.”

First time writing an Arya POV– hopefully I did her justice! Thanks for the prompt JW! heart

[moondancer71]

Jonerys // Age of Adaline AU

AN: I re-watched this movie this past weekend and naturally I said but what if it was Jonerys 🙃. So here is a moodboard and a very tiny ficlet 🤭😅 not beta read and TW for a brief mention of a car accident.

It was 1937 and Daenerys Targaryen was driving to her family’s estate on Dragonstone when something magical occurred; it started to snow.

The snowfall was heavy. Dany squinted trying to see through the large, fat flurries that covered her car’s windshield. She didn’t notice that she had driven too close to the cliff's edge before it was too late.

The collision into the frigid waters caused Dany’s body to enter hypothermic shock, instantly stopping her breathing and her heart.

Two minutes later a bolt of lightening struck the vehicle, discharging half a billion volts of electricity.

The effects were three fold: First, the charge defibrillated her heart. Second, she was jolted from her unconscious state, causing her to draw her first breath. Third, from henceforth Daenerys Targaryen is immune from the passage of time and will never age another day.

*****************

Winterfell, the North, 2022

Dany closes her eyes, focusing on the sound of Jon’s heart beating beneath her ear from where her head rests against his chest. His fingers lazily stroke up and down the length of her spine.

The peace she feels being in Jon’s arms is tinged with bitterness because this is all they will ever have: a moment. Dany knows that she should spare both their hearts by ending things between them now. Yet, the selfish part of herself wants to prolong this moment so that she can carry it with her when she inevitably leaves.

“Tell me something good,” she whispers.

“Like what?”

“Tell me something that I can hold on to forever and never let go.”

He shifts, rolling her beneath him. She cups his bearded cheek, thumb lightly tracing the skin.

“Let go,” he says as he captures her mouth in a kiss.

[adecila]

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18. Things you said when you were scared

Jon's hands cramped underneath the wet leather of his gloves. It had started raining as soon as he'd left Winterfell and it didn't seem like the skies were letting up any soon.

The horse was as exhausted as he felt, but he couldn't afford to stop for any rest. He'd already lost too many hours.

He woke up dazed, feeling like absolute horseshit—worse than after he was brought from the dead. Then it all hit him at once: the discussion from the previous morning with Dany; how he had let her leave after saying yet again things he didn't actually mean.

How Tyrion had told him that Dany ordered the troops to be ready to leave on the morrow; how he'd watched the skies for hours, willing her to come back so he could try to apologise or at least talk her out of leaving. Then he remembered Tormund making him drink that godsawful thing he liked, followed by being dragged to the celebrations taking place in the great hall.

What happened next was too hazy to try and make sense of it. He must have dreamed that he was kissing her again. Because how could she even look at him after the things he's said to her, let alone let him be that close to her.

It took one mean remark from Sansa for him to snap and tell her everything he'd been meaning to say all these years. Arya stared at him—and for the first time since they reunited, he finally felt that he was looking at his sister. So he took his meager belongings and his horse and hadn't looked back since then.

Finally, he could see smoke in the distance. Jon rode faster.

The horse collapsed at the edge of the Dothraki camp. A man came to his aid, pulling him to his feet. The rain was still pouring and he was shaking.

"Khaleesi," he panted. It was the only word he could remember in his exhaustion.

The man lead him through the tents until they reached the biggest one. He called for someone in his language.

A flap opened and he was pushed inside. He broke his fall just in time. It felt like a lot more effort that it seemed, but eventually he untied his cloak and threw it on the ground next to him.

"Jon?" A shaky voice made him look up.

"They said a Northerner wanted to see me. I—" he could see the panic in her eyes as her gaze tried to make sense of the image in front of her. He must have looked a fright.

Jon tried to get up to show her that he was fine, only tired after riding hard for hours, but his feet wouldn't cooperate, so he fell back to his knees.

Dany was immediately kneeling in front of him. She pushed his hair out of his face. "You're freezing. What happened? Were you attacked? Gods, are you hurt?" She frantically started to undress him of his wet clothes. "I need to—"

"I'm fine," he rasped. But she didn't seem to hear him. "Dany, I'm fine," he repeated, stilling her hands, trying to sound convincing.

Her worried eyes searched his for confirmation. "Then—I don't understand."

She suddenly seemed aware of their proximity. She immediately stopped touching him. He already missed her warm hands.

"I'm sorry—For what I said. For what I did and didn't do. For pulling away when you needed me the most. I'm sorry I let you leave—"

Dany shook her head. "You can't do this again. I won't, I—"

"Again?" He frowned.

"Last night. You came to see me. Begged me to stay, but I couldn't—not after everything—"

"So it wasn't a dream?"

"You said you couldn't chose."

Jon sighed and carded his hand through his hair only to be met with a tangled wet clump. He squeezed the water from it, without realising it would just travel down his back. He hissed as the cold water ran down his back.

Dany looked up at him, her eyes full of concern. He was shaking again.

"I'm a fool, aren't I? It might be too late and I have no right to follow you and beg for one last chance. But even last night, I think I already knew what I wanted."

"You were drunk. I won't hold that against you."

Jon shook his head. "Somewhere deep inside I must have already known the right thing to do. And all I ever wanted was to belong and to be loved unconditionally."

Dany's eyes snapped up at him.

"You were the first to ever give me both and all I did was treat you poorly, because it was easier to believe that it had all been a lie, instead of believing you, of listening to what my heart already knew."

"What do you want, Jon?"

"You," he immediately replied. No hesitation and no second-guessing himself.

"You have to be sure this time," she said softly.

His limbs were heavy as he dragged himself closer to her to cradle her face in his hands and look into her eyes. "I am sure. Just as I am sure I love you."

Dany's eyes widened. "You love me?"

"I thought I said it last night?"

She shook her head sadly. "Didn't get that far." Her hands came up to cover his. "You love me."

Jon nodded.

"You came for me."

"I did."

"You're freezing."

He chuckled. "Aye. I'm sure you can find ways to keep me warm," he smirked before finally bending down to kiss her.

He felt her smile against his lips. She tasted just like home.