#jonerys secret santa

[snowxstormworld]

JonerysWinterWonderland2023 - masterlist

Thanks so much to everyone who participated in Jonerys Winter Wonderland 2023! Despite the holiday season hubbub, you found time to celebrate our favorite couple Jon & Dany with your creativity, making the joyous season more festive for everyone.

And a HUGE shoutout to the #JONERYS fandom for supporting our artists by reading, reblogging, and commenting on their works. Here's to a Jonerys-filled 2024!

Below is the master list for #JonerysWinterWonderland2023:

Day 1 - Holiday Magic; All I want for Christmas/Yuletide/Winter Solstice is You (Naked) 🎄 🎁 I wanna be your end game moodboard by @jupiterix 🎁 Tis' the damn season by @miss-celestia13 🎁 Yuletide fanart by @tatticstudio55 🎁 Winter Solstice is You fanart by @tatticstudio55 🎁 Til the End of Time by @evax3 🎁 Born as a dragon and raised as a wolf by @rhaegarblackfire 🎁 like the olden days, happy golden days of yore by @girlwithakiwi 🎁 All I Want for Christmas is You moodboard by @youwerenevermine 🎁 The Second Chance Holiday Club by @buttertheflame 🎁 A Perfect Christmas by @littledancer9

Day 2 - There's no place like home for the holidays; A kinky Kris Kringle gift exchange🎄 🎁 Lover moodboard by @jupiterix 🎁 Secret Santa at the firm by @saltyd3 🎁 Wool to Brave the Seasons by @miss-celestia13 🎁 Annual Night's Watch Brewery Yankee Swap by Lemonzest111 🎁 A gift for Principal Targaryen by @rhaegarblackfire

Day 3 - Baby it's Cold Outside; Who needs Santa when you have me?🎄 🎁 King of My Heart moodboard by @jupiterix 🎁 Yours First - A Christmas Special by @libradoodle1 🎁 An unexpected rescue by @rhaegarblackfire

Day 4 - Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe; Ice & Fire; Naughty & Nice🎄 🎁 So It Goes moodboard by @jupiterix 🎁 A bride for the King in the North by @rhaegarblackfire 🎁 Love Story fan video by @axdragons

Day 5 - Cheers to the New Year; A sexy sleigh ride; free choice🎄 🎁 Meet me at Midnight moodboard by @jupiterix 🎁 Christmas Cookies fan edit by @libradoodle1 🎁 Enchanting Holidays by @saltyd3 🎁 Dashing through the Snow fic teaser by @magalidragon 🎁 ...Peace by @jellybeanficwriter 🎁 Fake it Till We Make It by @rone-of-house-targaryen 🎁 Happy New Year moodboard by @youwerenevermine

*credit goes to @youwerenevermine for the beautiful headers. We love your creative flair; thanks for always making us so extra!

[ashleyfanfic]

Hazy for @adecila

Hazy for @adecila​ HELLO! TIS I! YOUR SECRET SANTA! BWAHAHAHAHA! I hope you like this. I really do. It’s just fluffy Christmasy stuff. I went with sexy over family. Who knows, between today and Christmas I might finish the other. I was thrilled when I got your name, but also terrified because what if I wrote something you didn’t like?!?! 

Merry Christmas my dear. I hope you have a wonderful holiday full of good cheer and happiness. 

[xxthewolvenstormxx]

Take Flight

HAPPY NATIONAL BIRD DAY

(its a real thing) 

 @too-much-jonerys / @lareinadecorazones​

IT IS I. your most secret of santas. Here to bequeath you this fic. 

Ho. Ho. Ho. 

In all seriousness. I hope your holidays were wonderful. I wish you the most sincerest of New Years. The Warmest of Candlenights. The Most Presidential of Presidents Day’s. And Birdiest National Bird Day. 

Here is the FIC> 

And Here is a Teaser.... 

She smiles at her daughter, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around her slight frame. Kissing the young woman’s forehead gingerly.

“Happy Name-day Rhae,” she whispers, squeezing her tight before holding her by the shoulders. “Are you ready to fly?”

The answer is short and sure and spoken with a smile that radiates pure joy.

“Yes, Momma.”

Momma. So many people had called her mother. Mother of Dragons. Myhsa. Titles and honors she earned. But to hear it from Rhae’s lips always fills her heart beyond capacity.

“Then call them,” she urges, gesturing out to the sea.

Rhae beams, turning around in her arms out to the horizon, her shoulders relaxing beneath Daenerys’ palms. Big blue eyes slipping closed, as she peers through Dawnfire’s.

“Where are they?”

“Out at sea. They’re chasing a pod of dolphins. They’re fast. Drogon is frustrated they keep diving down.”

The thought touches a smile to her lips. Imagining the enormous dragon being outsmarted by a noisy fish.

“Call them home.”

Rhae seems to blink without ever opening her eyes and a moment later she hears it. A roar. Two roars. Loud and strong and echoing in the empty air.

She feels his presence next to her. Her husband slinking his arms around her waist and resting his chin atop her braids. Its instinct to lean back into his arms. Instinct to let him hold her weight for a few moments as she untangles the knots of anxiety in her belly.

“Are you sure she’s ready?” he whispers. His beard tickling her ear.

Licking her lips, she turns and rests her head against his shoulder. “She says she is and I fear that if we wait much longer she’ll go off and do it on her own.”

“If she hasn’t already,” he grumbles.

“Don’t worry, Jon Snow,” she chides, turning in his arms with a laugh. “The last thing our daughter needs is her father brooding on her name day.” It draws a smile from him. The skin around his eyes crinkling as his lips pull tight. “Besides... “ putting her hands to his cheeks, “We were born for this.”

His shoulders shake with a small laugh as he pulls her tight and kisses her. A hard and sudden kiss that devolves into something slow and sweet. She’ll never tire of his kisses. Not these ones. The ones that convey all the emotions he too often struggles to put into words. Adoration. Pride. Love. So much love.

“Ewwwww… Papa Stop!” Aemon shrieks in disgust. His small round faced pinched as if he’d bitten into something sour.

Jon lets out a hearty laugh. “I think someone disapproves, Dany.”

“Noooo,” she teases. “I just think someone else wants mama’s kisses.” Leaving Jon’s arms to scoop up her son and shower his face with kisses that he squirms and kicks to avoid. And then Aemon freezes and she does too. Because a deafening roar echoes overhead and a dark shape hides the sun.

[too-much-jonerys]

The Halls of the Kings Who Are Gone

Jonerys Secret Santa 2019

A/N: I have been trying to make this post for two days now, so hopefully Tumblr finally lets it go through! My giftee was the wonderful, wonderful, @tomakeitbeautifultolive!! She was sweet enough to basically give me free reign. So, I wanted to give her and the healing Jonerys fandom a MUCH different take on a Jonerys throne room scene. Hopefully significantly more in-character than any garbage, trash, filth that D&D crapped out in s8... but I digress 😒 I hope you all enjoy this fluffy take on how I would’ve ended the series since I actually like and understand these characters and cohesive narratives... I digress again.

Happy Holidays to my giftee and to my lovely fellow shippers! May we continue take our ship back from the idiots in 2020! 🎉🎉

Summary: It’s a heavy crown Daenerys will wear when after her coronation tomorrow. So, she takes the night before to reflect on the road behind her, the road ahead of her and her journey with the one who had loved her the most.

Excerpt:

She walked quietly through the dim corridors with a lantern in hand. The twists and turns of the palace were still new, and Dany had gotten turned around a couple of times on her way from her bed chamber. Her bed chamber. Her palace. It hadn’t set in that The Red Keep was hers. It didn’t feel like hers. Still, every step felt somehow familiar.

Each guard she passed, she assured to be at ease. Their queen was safe in the halls her family built. And she had one important thing to do alone before her coronation that next day.

Down and down through those halls, she finally reached the throne room and with a deep breath she willed herself to enter. As she pushed the doors open, a gust of wind hit her. But, it wasn’t cold. It was warm. As warm as the sun breaking through clouds on an overcast day. It beckoned her. She stepped down the long pathway towards the throne forged of swords. Forged by dragons. The enormous window behind the chair bore a large, newly-casted sigil. Three dragons. For the first time in over two decades. It was everything she couldn’t have ever thought to imagine.

The room seemed immense and grand as she slowly neared the throne. Yet, Dany somehow knew she wasn’t alone there. She could hear voices calling her name softly. She didn’t know who they were, but something told her that they were family. The Targaryens long gone who’d ascended those same steps. Sat on that same throne beneath the same sigil.

Daenerys, they whispered as she approached the chair and reached out to touch it.

Daenerys

Daenerys

“Dany?”

She gasped and spun around quickly, holding up her lantern, right in time to see Jon enter the room, his own light in hand.

Read full fic on AO3 here

Let me know what you guys think 💕

[mmazzeroo]

You Feel Like Home  -  Jonerys Secret Santa Gift for @zavocado​

“"If you don't mind me saying so, Lieutenant," Rhaegar inquired, "your boy seems a bit large for a K9 unit." Jon chuckled before he replied. "Well, good because he isn't, Sir."

"So you and Ghost are medics?" "We're rescue swimmers, Sir." "Ah, now that I can see his size being a perfect fit for." The Crown Prince grinned. "Indeed, Sir. He's built for it in fact," Jon answered with a proud smile. "Speaking of which, we were keeping an eye on the small rowboat out on the water. Still doesn't seem to be getting closer to shore despite the weather worsening."

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“She knew something was wrong. Jon's voice was no longer singing in her head. He'd been hanging out with Ghost, singing 'row row row your boat' mixed in with some silliness about 'Ghost being the goodest boy with the biggest footsies and softest belly'. Then there'd been a break and soon after he'd been in the water. Jon always chanted the same line to himself whenever he was on his way to rescue anyone. She'd never explicitly told him she'd learned to recognise the pattern. Daenerys also knew Jon would sing to comfort the victims; usually silly songs to distract them from the danger and pain. Today though, the singing had stopped abruptly - and hadn't returned.“

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Ho ho ho, ’tis I, your Secret Santa. I hope you’ve had some joyous holidays with your loved ones. Many apologies for the delay on your gift. 

This has been a difficult month for me for several reasons, but having you as my giftee has been one of the highlights. Admittedly I’ve been really nervous about writing for you. Ok nervous is an understatement; at one point I might’ve had a minor meltdown until I realised the likelihood of you expecting perfection was probably near zero. Here’s to hoping that’s true. 

You gave me free hands to write whatever fic I felt like writing and when I suggested a Soulmate AU your response was positively pure childish excitement. A good friend of mine told me very recently that I come up with some of the weirdest ideas in town which of course I took as a compliment, and having been given free hands by you I took my crazy idea and ran with it. There was really only one thing you specifically requested which was Dany and Jon having their mothers. So of course our favourite beans have their mamas <3 

If it matters, the fic is un-beta’ed and written in a language which isn’t my mother-tongue. In other words, I’ll proudly own up to all grammatical and spelling errors, typos and weirdly phrased sentences - as well as any and all plot-holes :) 

[esteriivy]

AO3/TUMBLR/SOCIETY: You already have two WIPs!!

ME: Jonerys Secret Santa.

[songbirdlucygray]

merry christmas @miazeklos ! !! !! !! ! i wrote you two drabbles/mini fanfic canon divergent plots centering over jonerys and jaime+cersei. there's fluff and angst sooo i hope you enjoy. :3 

A small bud of ice grazed her nose, but she knew the chill rolling down her spine had nothing to do with the snowfall quietly descending upon them. The Iron Throne was forgotten in the background, the influential image of everything she fought for, as the kingdom lay in ruins. Nothing could distract her from pressing her lips against his in an almost hopeful manner, feeling the love he hid from her for so long through his own passionate embrace. Not holding back, she expressed their future with this kiss, signaling what she needed from him. With equal fervor, he stood his ground and held her tightly.

Daenerys thought he was promising himself to her. How it should be.

In a moment of anxiousness, she suddenly pulled back and a slow smile graced her visage to settle her nerves. Placing a hand over her lower abdomen, she uttered the words that would change their destiny forever.

“I have news, wonderful news,” she began, unaware of the hidden danger his hand held. “I don’t know how—I thought it was impossible and yet… Jon, I am with child… It’s yours. I’ve sensed it for weeks.” She finished with a beam that disappeared as quickly as it started.

The dagger he had unsheathed fell to the ground and the clanging snapped Daenerys out of her reverie, brows knitting in confusion and then shock. The blade and its intent became clear to her. It stole her breath away. The widening of Jon’s eyes and his weak knees gave way to his stumbling, but he caught himself upright, shaky hands reaching to grasp her wrists.

“My child? I am to be a father?” He asked softly, as if in denial.

Tears sprung forth from Daenerys’ eyes, vulnerability coloring her cheeks. She was struck with the realization that Jon meant to take her life. Her sole reason for surviving was the unborn child growing inside of her and despite the happiness she had felt moments ago, a heart full of despair gripped her deep inside. Jon failed. The wolf failed to slay the dragon.

“Dany, is it true?” Uncertainty touched his expression as he furrowed his eyebrows, along with regret. Jon looked into her tearful eyes and saw that his actions would seal his fate, branding him a traitor.

“Betrayed again!” She half screamed, ripping her arms away from his grip while coming to terms to the harsh reality that her world keeps presenting her. A series of emotions pass over her and she doesn’t know which one will triumph. Too much unnecessary bloodshed over the loss of her dear ones and allies. While she destroyed King’s Landing and imprisoned its guards and citizens, Jon couldn’t see that she meant to stop the violence and protests and wanted to channel her control to promote order so that riots wouldn’t spring out of nowhere. She had plans for ruling as the one who would break the wheel, but he only saw her as a monster.

Daenerys began to tremble, wrapping her arms around herself as if it could stop her world from falling apart.

A large, dark shadow emerged from the side and loomed over the couple near the collapsing wall, sensing his mother’s distress. Though a growl escaped Drogon, alerting them to his presence and building defense, neither one broke their stare.

“I couldn’t predict what you were planning—I couldn’t risk innocent lives,” Jon explained hurriedly, trying to dissolve her assumptions. “You have children imprisoned. There was word that you would end up executing the whole lot. Innocents…! You must understand I had no choice, Dany. I didn’t know. I didn’t know…” He trailed off, hands outstretched to try to steady her heaving figure.

Clenching her eyes shut, the tears fell rapidly. Hope had deserted her. She thought of how vastly different her future would now be. She knew what she had to do.

In one single fluid, she steadied herself and let herself go, becoming the poise ruler once again. Though her face echoed grief, anger also overtook her facial features. Jon understood her stance and saw that there was nothing more he could say.

“You believed the awful image my enemies painted. Now you will pay for your consequences,” she asserted in a defiant timbre, staring him down from where he stood. Drogon roared, fire making an entrance.

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“Nothing else matters,” he promised her soundly, tightening his hold over her distressed figure. The brimming of tears reflected her frightened state and the will to fight for her life—a chance for their child. But their time had run out.

How often she thought of nothing else but being engulfed by his arms, feeling the warmth radiating from his body, and loving the comfort that comes from their connection. Cersei felt at home with Jaime by her side and his return meant he felt the same. Too much time lost.

Death surrounded King’s Landing. The falling debris seemed endless, dust collecting in its wake, permeating the air. To be crushed underneath the kingdom, without a soul left to know or care, seemed a harsh fate for them both. And yet, destiny deemed it so.

Soon she knew they would meet their demise. At least, she thought, they’d spend their last moments together.

“Cersei, Cersei,” he proclaimed over and over, a tinge of desperation tinting his voice. She buried her head deeper within the crook of his neck, savoring their final moments. Jamie didn’t look her in the eyes, however, finalizing his calculations.

“You came back for us,” she whispered lovingly. “That’s all that matters now…”

Without a second thought, he pulled away, wiping her tears away. Caressing her cheek, he kissed her suddenly and quickly.

“Our baby will live, Cersei. You will live for the both of us,” he promised before grabbing her and pushing her towards the one crevice he knew could keep at least one of them saved.

Cersei’s back hit the corner of the wall he believed would save her from the impact and a silent scream passed through her as she watched her only source of happiness vanish under the rocks.

No!

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It felt like a lifetime before the crumbling ceased, before her racing heart drummed loudly in her chest. Her arms slowly encircled her shivering figure as she waited for death to come.

Seconds turned into minutes. Once she realized it would never come, a sob spilled from her lips and she slid to the ground, feeling the devastation of losing Jaime. Sorrow blurred her vision, but she still made the effort to stand. Air. She felt the need to leave, breath some air—immediately thinking of her baby.

Numb to the core, a new feeling began to arise. Anger fueled her as she stood, poised as the ruler she once was. The culprit would pay for challenging her throne and killing the one person who meant the world to her.

[dragonanddirewolf]

... And now this gift is all wrapped and shiny and Santa has nothing left to do but wait...

But Santa.... I really can’t wait 😭 really though, very excited to receive this shiny gift ❤️

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1QI1ZvWyfjo

[joannalannister]

The War for the Dawn by the wonderful @icesalamander

“Why do the gods make kings and queens, if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?"  --Daenerys III, A Storm of Swords

We were never meant to do this alone.

Merry Christmas, @daeyton! 🎄🌟🎁 I commissioned this fanart for you for the Jonerys Secret Santa @iceandfiresource event! I loved your prompt about Jon and Dany protecting and supporting each other, and I hope you like this! ILU, you’re so wonderful, and I hope you have a great Christmas and a happy New Year! ❤️

[bassfanimation]

Well well... Santa is coming up with some ideas for your gift! Some more questions, if you don’t mind... favourite colors, pastel or vibrant, dark or light, canon or AU and your favourite Jonerys quotes ❤️ Santa needs a lot of help to make gifts 😂 for real though, I hope you are having a wonderful day! 🎄⛄️🎅🏻

Hello!  I’m so sorry I’ve been sick for a few days!  I am open to any colors, but if you need some help narrowing down, how about vibrant or bold? Those tend to pop out over pastel to me.  I love their canon meeting so much, esp the dragon pit moments. The cave is also of course amazing. I’m also down with AU stuff. They’re like pizza, I love them in any form, lol.  For quotes, I love when she says they’ll defeat the NK together (that will always kill me). And when he tells her she hasn’t seen the end of her house. (also kills me)  I hope that helps!  Again I’m so sorry this is late, take all the time in the world!

[jalenmara]

Hello, very late Secret Santa is working hard on your artwork! Finding a few aspects to be quite a challenge, so I'm having to figure out a couple of difficult spots. I am working hard though, I just want this to be 'right' and not rushed or janky. Doing my best to make this as nice as I can to make up for the lateness. I'm so sorry again! *bows down*

No worries at all, Santa!! I’m running behind myself! :sends love and support: I’m sorry to hear it’s been difficult 😭 thank you for everything and there is no rush from me at all ❤️

[snowxstormworld]

Secret Santa at the Firm by SaltyD3

Jonerys Winter Wonderland 2023

Day 2: a kinky Kris Kringle gift exchange

@snowxstormworld @saltyd3

[ashleyfanfic]

The Jonerys fandom is blessed with the most talented artists and writers. Like I’ve just been blown away but the quality of content produced for the Jonerys Secret Santa! Everything has been perfect! Thanks to @dracarysqueen for organizing all of it. You’re amazing! Everyone is amazing!!!

[oadara]

Hello, I am your Jonerys Secret Santa! I want to make you some artwork that you'll adore. What would you like to see? Any type of poses or settings? Clothing choices, etc? 😄

Hello Jonerys Secret Santa!

Thank you for messaging me. Sorry about the late reply, I’ve been pondering what I would like. 

If possible, a Steampunk Jonerys would be awesome. However, I’m open to almost anything. 

Can’t wait!

Thanks again.

[too-much-jonerys]

OHOHO. Santa here again. I'm making my list and checking it twice. So this good girl wants something with the Targlings on their first Dragon ride with a healthy dose of smut after all that fluff. (Can't have too much sugar can we?) That's something that Santa can do for sure. Now? For those naughty bits, is there anything squicky/ or triggering that Santa should avoid? And do you have preferences for the Targlings? Boy/Girl/NB? Names?

❤️❤️ SANTA, YOU ARE TOO GOOD TO ME ALREADY!! ❤️❤️

Thank you so much for asking!! Loving the naughty mixed in with the nice 😏😏😏 As far as any tw, so long as it’s all consensual and they’re adults, ANYTHING GOES! I’m awful at writing smut, so I relish in being able to read others’ better at it than me 😭🙌🏾❤️ And as far as Targlings, I’m partial to a boy and a girl, but I’ll totally take any gender combo. I love my Targ family that should’ve been so much!

[mmazzeroo]

By the way, if it's okay with you, I would like to ask you some questions to get to know you better (you can ask too :) ) For example... Do you have any favorite book (except ASOIAF)? Your Secret Santa

Santa!!!  Yes yes, ask away please. Know how much trouble you have getting your mail to reach me, so go ahead and stuff your next message full of questions if you need to lol

Favourite books? Let’s see:

Amador by Fernando Savater. It’s essentially a long letter from the author, who’s a philosopher, to his (then) teenage son, Amador. He explains that he wrote it in form of a letter, because his son doesn’t have to pretend to be interested and instead simply close the book and pick it up again when he feels like it. It speaks of ethics, morals and generally finding your way, daring to trust your heart, your choices and following your own path. I recommend it to everyone really :D

The Bartimaeus Series (4 books) by Jonathan Stroude. Who knew it could be so entertaining to follow a demon who thinks humans are same level as cockroaches, smell and are generally completely useless? I love the sarcastic and dry tone used by this arrogant smart-ass demon named Bartimaeus.

Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame. What’s not to love really?

As a native Dane I grew up with my mom and grandma reading Hans Christian Andersen’s fairytales for me. My favourite has always been Jack the Dullard (Danish: Klods-Hans). 

What are your favourite books, Santa?

Hope you’re well and somewhere dry and warm. Here is wet, cold and quite windy which suits the season. Gives me an excuse to stay indoors with a thick blanket, some lovely tea or warm cocoa while I do my best to write a fic for my little giftee :D

Love ya, Santa. Hope to have you back in my inbox soon. Big hug!