#modern jonerys au

[moondancer71]

timeless

'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?

Ice and Fire Jonerys Discord

[stilesssolo]

baby I'll come back to you: chapter 13

Chapter 13: come back to me, baby, I'll come back to you

There’s a hollow sort of ringing in his chest, like something significant is missing. He may be sober this time, but he knows this feeling, knows this pain. He swallows, keeps his eyes squeezed closed, fights to maintain his composure. But it’s hard to do when he knows, no matter how hard he tries to ignore it, that everything is slipping through his fingers again.

He can’t stop thinking about the look on Robb’s face. The anger in his eyes. The shortness of Theon’s tone. How both of them had stormed out of the trailer without even a backwards glance. Leaving him behind, again.

Dany looks up, surprised, when he walks in the door. “You’re home early,” she says, her brow furrowed. But then she seems to catch sight of his face, and her expression shifts. “Jon, what’s wrong?”

“I think it’s done,” he says, his voice hoarse.

The final chapter is done!! Read it here on AO3!

[youwerenevermine]

JonerysOrgasmicOctober'24 || Day 3: cheating with each other 🌹 || @snowxstormworld

Jonerys | "Cheaters" 🔥 Moodboard

A little belated birthday gift for my bestie @libradoodle1 ♥️ Love ya!

[miss-celestia13]

I Think He Knows

The woollens have been put away, time for Jon and Dany to brave another chaotic season ❤️

This is my late participation in @snowxstormworld JonerysSummerLovin event. A continuation of my winter themed story, Wool to Brave the Seasons. It’s very silly 🤭 Summary/snippet is below 🥰

She drew in a deep breath. The sharp, briny air and salt laced breeze flirted with her loose hair as Jon’s arms wound around her from behind and he rested his chin on her shoulder. She leaned back into him and waited. Any second now...

“You two are in the master upstairs. I deliberately chose the room on the opposite side of the house. If I hear one sigh or noise, I’ll tell mother about the time you broke her favorite necklace and blamed it on my poor pup,” Viserys said in his outside voice and Dany stifled a snort as she and Jon turned to face him.

“Your prissy little dog is always eating her things when you visit. Who do you think she’ll believe, you or me?”

A romance forged in winter never withers as Jon and Dany vacation in a land of summer and sand. Grappling with the heat and an obnoxious Viserys, they reach a delicate realization that they're exactly where they're supposed to be—part two to Wool to Brave the Seasons.

[magalidragon]

cruel summer | a smutty Jonerys summer fic 🍋 👗

What!? TWO FICS!? Shocking, I tell you, shocking. This should have been a one shot. This should have been porn without plot. But who are we kidding? Second chapter being written as we speak. It's for @snowxstormworld Jonerys Summer Lovin' '24, Day 5: Sundresses, prompt. Enjoy!

She exhaled slowly through her nostrils, eyes fluttering shut, and sinking into the pillows beneath her. "Perfect," she murmured to herself. It was just perfect. Except when she opened her eyes, she had a prime view of Jon Snow in his room. A scowl formed; maybe this wouldn't be a nice as she wanted it to be. She cocked her head, watching him as he moved. He didn't notice her, or if he had, he didn't care. He had unbuttoned his shirt and the edges were flapping around at his hips, but he hadn't turned yet for her to see what he was packing underneath. He was thin, but she'd never gotten the idea that he was bony. He turned slightly and she let out a tiny gasp, unable to stop herself. Her book flew up to cover her mouth, hoping he hadn't heard. Thank gods, he hadn't. He kept tossing things out of his duffel onto the bed. Fuck. Jon Snow was hot. Of course she knew he was attractive; he had that face that women dropped their panties for, all angular and sad looking, like they could save his poor tortured Byronic soul. Until they found out what a fucking asshole he happened to be. But he was jacked. Not in a bulky way, but he was sporting a six pack, defined muscles across his pecs and since his jeans were low, he had that cut 'v' that drove her insane. She wondered what was beneath. No, no you don't, she berated herself, growling. You are not getting the hots for Jon Snow of all people. She stole another look over the top of her book, watching him fiddling with his camera. The messenger bag he carried all his various photography equipment in was battered, but he took out each piece and examined it thoughtfully, before carefully replacing them in cases and padding. Then he began to skim through the back of the camera itself, frowning and idly studying whatever appeared. He eventually shrugged off his shirt, which showed her the expanse of his back, muscles continuing to ripple as he threw on a t-shirt. She thought she saw some scars on his stomach, but she didn't look too long, because after a moment, his back still to her, she heard his voice call out, amused: "Are you done staring at me Daenerys?" She yelped, bouncing to her feet and storming to his open door in a huff. "Excuse me!" Her cheeks flamed, mortified. "I was not staring!" "Sure looked like it." He smiled, his gray eyes sparkling. "Knew you couldn't help yourself." "You're clearly deranged. You were the one stripping in full public view." "I changed my shirt. You were ogling." "Shut up!" Stupid comeback, but she was ogling and she was horrified he'd caught her. She rose on her tippy-toes and poked at his chest. "Close your windows if you don't want everyone looking at you." "I'll be sure to keep my door locked, lest you find your way in here because you can't help yourself." "You're infuriating!" "What are you even wearing?" he blurted out suddenly, stepping backwards and taking a sweeping look over her sundress. He scowled. "Is that some puritanical undergarment?" "It's a sundress!" 

[leesielex]

Completed! The Last Holiday - Chapter 6: A Delicate Few

Summary: Dany leaves to travel home to break the news to Missy and Torgo and spend her last days with her family. But unfortunate circumstances strike again.

Preview: “You didn��t leave?”

“Avalanche quite literally dropped from the sky to stop me.”

“Divine intervention? They say the storm this evening will be pretty bad.”

Dany shrugged, a sardonic smile on her red painted lips. “I suppose I should be grateful for another day then.”

“Dany…” he grabbed her elbow lightly, his heart breaking at the reminder.

She shook her head. “A bad joke,” she smiled, “Sorry. I have had more time to come to terms with it all.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I’m just happy you’re here.” His hand rubbed up her arm and around her back to land at the base of her spine.

“I’m happy I’m here too."

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[littledancer9]

It’s Always Yes With You

Chapter Two: The Jar Waits for No One

Collab with & mood board by @axdragons

Chapter Summary: Dany contemplates free time and freedom. A morning dip in the river goes awry.

Go skinny dipping

Oh hells. “What! That was not in the original jar!” She tossed the pink post-it to the side, looking incredulously at Jon. Her eyes bulged and her hands were tense pushing against the table. This was not the something sexy she envisioned.

Of all the damn dares in The Jar, she had always avoided or copped out of anything involving public nudity. As hilarious as it was to watch Robb or Gray streak down an empty street at four in the morning, she always took the penalty when it came to public nudity.

“I may have taken some liberties with The Jar,” he smirked, bringing his mug to his upturned lip.

“It’s like 9:00 AM. We can’t go skinny dipping at 9:00 AM.”

“There is nothing in the Riverlands,” he mocked in a sorry attempt at her voice. “Not to mention, this is not a ‘we’ dare,” he emphasized with air quotes. “Just you, baby.”

She blinked darkly at him. “I said no-thing,” she enunciated. “Not no-one.”

He arched a brow. “Are you saying no to The Jar? We hadn’t discussed penalties yet.” He rubbed his chin, looking away in pantomimed contemplation. She crossed her fingers hoping he would not bring up the countless unforgivable things she did to avoid streaking back in college. “But just remember,” he cut his eyes to her. “You made me walk around the grocery store shirtless while old ladies groped me.”

She gulped cold coffee and snorted out a laugh. “I am sorry about that. Really.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just don’t bitch out on me.”

She huffed, searching the cabin for any further distractions. Finding none, she relented. He was right. There was hardly anyone around in The Riverlands. “Fine. Let’s go.”

She threw the chair back and marched through the house to find her flip-flops. She’d spent half of college with her tits out because of The damned Jar anyway, what was a little full nudity in The Middle of Nowhere? Was it really so different?

Jon clumsily gathered the coffee mugs and ran them to the sink. “Really? Right now?”

Dany was halfway to the door with her tote bag tossed over her shoulder when she stopped to challenge him. Her hair was disheveled from sleep and she still sported a baggy t-shirt and stained shorts. “The Jar waits for no one, Jon. Or have you forgotten the rules already, old timer?”

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[jalenmara]

There was a slight tug at his hand, Dany’s shapely arm stretched behind her as she pulled him forward, eager to get them out onto the Boardwalk. Jon’s eyes fell past the feathers and pink and glitter to the ass that would not quit straining against the confines of a little black dress. Legs with heart-shaped calves begged for his tongue to outline and trace the tantalizing shape before they wrapped around his waist– voulez-vous indeed. She was also working a towering set of heels that made him wonder just how short she truly was, and if her head might fit under his chin just so, in a way that would allow her to hear the crashing of his heart against his ribcage, telling her every secret he might ever hope to hold and then some.

She could have it all. Whatever she wanted, however she wanted it.

He finally managed to stumble after her, thanking whatever higher power might be looking out for him that he had been nursing his drink for most of the evening, because he had plans for them, pending consent of course, and whiskey dick definitely did not factor into them. Not at all.

Voulez-vous, ain’t no big decision.

To my constant: @notpmahlem ❤️

Thanks to @the-last-targaryens for this gorgeous moodboard she made a million years ago, and to each and every one of you who believed me when I said I would finish this little fic. One day. That day is today!

[iceandfirejonerysdiscord]

Hi!!! Could you recommend stories Jon x Daenerys stories where Dany has Rhaego. Canon divergence, modern AUs, anything and everything :) <3

Hello Anon!

Yes, we do have some recs for you:

A Home Is Made Of Hopes And Dreams by allegre

Love Comes From The Heart by allegre (we just rec'd this one, but it fits here too!)

The Ginger Wolf and the Copper Dragon by @lawonderlandwriter (LaStoryWriterAlex on A03 - you have to be logged in to see)

we'll meet once more by @magalidragon

If anyone else has Jonerys fic recs that meet this criteria, please add a comment!

[evax3]

JON SNOW x DAENERYS TARGARYEN | THE VOW – REMIX | CHAPTER 8/8

Something Infinite

"I vow to help you love life and to always hold you with tenderness. I vow to have the patience that love demands, to speak when words are needed and to share the silence when they are not. I vow to agree to disagree on how many plants fit into our single-room apartment. And I vow to live within the warmth of your heart and always call it home." "I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, in good and in bad, now and always. I promise to never forget that this is a once-in-a-lifetime love. And to always know in the deepest part of my soul that no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we will always find our way back to each other."

READ THE FINAL CHAPTER HERE ON AO3

[alwaysdaenerys]

come get a taste

Teaser/summary for Part 2 of “i’m too embarrassed to say i like it”

Jonerys Orgasmic October ‘23: Day 4 | Water sex @snowxstormworld

Jon Snow and his daughter fly to Dorne for a long, relaxing weekend: but unbeknownst to his ex-wife, he is also accompanied by the former nanny. One night, after little Aly has been put to bed, the White Wolf finds Daenerys Targaryen skinny-dipping in one of the private pools at their resort in the picturesque Water Gardens. Barely stripping out of his own clothes, he joins her for a wet and wild rendezvous in the flickering torchlight. This is followed closely by a second romp in the hot tub and a third in the sauna...

(I had hoped to write the sequel by today, but a personal emergency sort of blew up my life, so I've posted the moodboard on here and AO3 in time for the Jonerys event. I will eventually write this fic, so stay tuned!)

[stilesssolo]

baby I'll come back to you: chapter 12

Chapter 12: see me in the mirror, nothing ever changes

“What about that line in Only Human?” he says. “‘Where happiness begins?’” 

Jon blinks at Theon as it washes over him. “I dunno, to me the album is a comeback, but it’s also a fresh start,” Theon says. “Finding the joy in all this again. Doing it because we love it this time, and music makes us happy.” He shrugs. “Happiness beginning.” 

“I really like that,” Robb says. “Happiness Begins. It sounds like a promise of what’s to come, not just a comeback. Something we’ve worked to make even better than it was before.” He looks to Jon. “What do you think, Jon?” 

Jon nods slowly. “Aye, I like it. It sounds hopeful. It fits.” 

Theon grins. “I think we’ve got an album title, boys.” 

Chapter 12 is up! Read it here on AO3!

[youwerenevermine]

JonerysWinterWonderland'23 || Day 1: Holiday Magic ||  @snowxstormworld

Jonerys | All I Want for Christmas is You" 🎄 Moodboard

[miss-celestia13]

Blood Flows in a Spiral

He needed to wake up. He was just dreaming like every night before. Wake up!

The voice came back then. Louder. He grimaced. Hands rising to shield his face. The hissing tone sliced and snagged through his nerves like a barbed blade.

“What and who are you now, Jon?”

What kind of question was that? He was just a fool who trusted people he shouldn’t. A fool pursuing a mysterious nightly mission, one he didn’t recall initiating.

None of that felt right in response to the question. To his surprise, he could reply out loud.

“Jon. Just… Jon.”

There was a whoosh of air, like a massive breath exhaled. It held no scent, just a phantom wind. The floor under Jon’s feet began trembling.

It swayed and swelled akin to walking on a ship while caught in the squall. Gentle at first, buckling and rolling as it grew more violent.

The urge to run filled him in a jolt of pure adrenaline, his muscles tensing and coiling as though preparing to do just that. As his eyes darted around the throbbing shadows and his breath got stuck in his throat.

“To find that which you seek, you must first find yourself.”

He frowned as the ground warped and cracked, his arms flailing out to keep his balance. He sought nothing. Jon only wanted to survive. To live another day and not succumb to his injuries.

To live without fear. He only wanted to escape. His entire body quaked as he demanded a proper answer.

“Quit talkin’ in riddles and spit it out!”

[magalidragon]

ready for it? | a smutty criminal Jonerys fic

For the @snowxstormworld Jonerys Summer Lovin 2024 event, Day 1: Turn Up the Heat. 😈

And for @libradoodle1 , I give you trashstache Jon. Enjoy him while he lasts. 😂

A tiny little thing, but he would never misjudge based on small packaging. Arya was a wisp but she had a bodycount that was uncountable at this point in her short life. He wanted another cigarette, but refrained from reaching into his jacket, lest one of her bodyguards shoot him. He sized up the driver pretty fast as her "bodyman" who was responsible for her singular protection, while another, a woman who got out of the other side of the car, probably could also take him down in seconds.

The other woman, her dark hair in springy curls, pushed back from her face with a jeweled headband, approached first. He could see in the headlights that she had caramel skin, golden-brown eyes, and wore shiny gold jewelry, but he also knew she had a knife at her hip and probably at least two guns on her person, if not another knife. She offered her hand, smiling warmly. "You must be Mr. Snow, my name is Missandei Naath."

He did not confirm, but shook her hand, and she did the same with Arya, who grunted an acknowledgement when Missandei said she must be Arya Stark. He kept his gaze fixed on Daenerys.

The Dragon Queen.

In the headlights, her silver hair glowed, its own beacon. He couldn't see the shade of her eyes in the darkness, but he knew they were purple. Some shade of it, at least, and they weren't contacts. He ran his tongue over his teeth again, wondering what she had between her and her crisp black dress. It slicked over her like a second skin.

Missandei stepped backwards, folding her hands in front of her and smiling politely. "I hope you do not mind, but Grey will have to ensure you aren't carrying weapons."

Arya hissed between clenched teeth. "We were informed that part of this arrangement would be that no one would be carrying."

"And you and I both know that neither of us intended on following that," Missandei said, still smiling, only now there was a bite to it. Her eyes flashed. "Place them on the SUV and we shall do the same."

Arya glanced at him; he barely nodded. She growled and began to disarm. Knives, guns, all manner of objects began to emerge from beneath her jacket and in her boots. He simply took out the handgun from his back and the one on his ankle, setting them down, and watching as Missandei and Grey did the same.

Daenerys continued to stare straight at him, not a single expression on her face.

She was one cool dragon, Jon figured, cocking his head a little, trying to size her up further. The Dragon Queen. He nodded in her direction. “Ms. Targaryen,” he acknowledged, letting his Northern accent drawl her name. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. He smiled, flashing his teeth, wolfish. “It’s a pleasure.”

To his surprise, the woman smiled, long and slow, her eyes crinkling in the corners. She smirked, walking closer, and he got a whiff of jasmine perfume.

She spoke, her voice lilting with a slight Valyrian accent, “We’ll see.”

[leesielex]

The Last Holiday - Chapter 4: Conquering Fools

Summary: Jon does some reconnaissance, spending time with Dany to uncover her secrets, but the effects their time together has is not what he anticipated. Dany continues to deal with her impending death in the best way she knows how, distraction, but as the time passes it is more and more difficult to ignore, especially when Jon surprises her by asking to spend time with her, and the feelings he brings to the surface remind her of all she will miss out on.

Preview: His mind was spinning, paranoid and distraught. Jon had to speak with her and see what she said when confronted with her previous employer. He grabbed his phone and room key, and rushed to Daenerys’ room, knocking before he spiraled again and lost his nerve.

“Coming,” her sweet voice chirped as he heard her move about the room.

When she finally opened the door, his breath caught. In a white silk robe her silver waves flowed loosely down her back and her cheeks were rosy against her alabaster skin. She looked like an angel, the morning sun causing golden rays to pour into her room like a halo around her.

“Mr. Snow,” she smiled, though her amethyst eyes gave away her surprise and trepidation. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I apologize if I am interrupting, but may I come in for a moment?”

Dany was caught completely off guard when she saw Jon Snow standing there, looking like sin and bad decisions in his tight black jeans and black henley tee. It made her breath hitch to see him so dressed down. Her heart was pumping so hard she was sure the robe was twitching where it laid across her chest.

He looked so much younger in street clothes making it difficult to envision the cold businessman she was used to. Her tongue peaked out to lick her dry lips as she tried to think of an excuse to turn him away, feeling much too exposed at the moment. Something about the vulnerable look in his dark eyes made her relent.

She opened the door wider and stepped aside to allow him entrance. Walking to the sitting area, Dany sat carefully, mindful not to flash him. As he sat across from her, Jon was hypnotized by the smooth creamy skin of her bare legs from her painted toes to the curvaceous thighs that met the bottom hem of the robe.

A blush crept up his neck at being caught, Dany biting her smiling lips as she watched him. Just to enjoy torturing him, Dany uncrossed her legs and leaned over to reach a kettle still steaming on the coffee table sitting between them. His eyes weren't sure where to look, the peak of cleavage or the apex between her thighs as the robe began to slip down her silky skin.

“Would you like some tea?” Dany asked, a single bushy brow raised as she smirked.

“Yes, thank you,” Jon rasped out, his voice low and hoarse as he wetted his dry lips, watching her pour one cup, then the other.

The blood had rushed to his member the moment she opened the door looking angelic. Now he would swear she was sent by the Stranger to drain his soul as he watched her. He had to cross his leg over the other, leaning his elbows on his knees to hide his raging erection now trapped painfully in his tight jeans.

When she was finished, she sipped her tea and prodded him to speak. Why did he come here? To confront her about working for him or to tell her he knew she was dying? He had rushed in not to lose his nerve and already was floundering, unable to think of what to say.

“Spend the day with me,” Jon blurted out awkwardly without thinking.

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