#modern jonrya

[hewantshisbrideback]

Nobody can definitively say the means which lead to the tragic ends of two such beloved public figures. Nobody can name what it was that brought the last Targaryen heir to the throne and the only daughter of House Stark together in the first place. No one knows exactly what happened, not in truth, but people can speculate. And speculate, they do.

A SONG OF INTERVIEWS AND FAKE NEWS: Retrospectives on Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark

[prahelika]

Jonrya Modern AU Aesthetic

Needle was Jon Snow's smile.

(Olivia Hussey as Arya Stark, Orlando Bloom as Jon Snow)

[youcancalllmequeenjane]

day 4. jonrya week 2020. teacher/student au.

link to fic by @ipaintmylipsred. (read it, it’s amazing!)

[goodmeowningcols]

When in Braavos

by Kurohitenshi

After Jon’s military enlistment is done, he moves to Braavos after getting scouted by Tycho Nestoris from the Iron Bank. There he reconnects with his friend Robb’s little sister Arya as she attends the world-famous Academy of Black and White, pursuing dance and mummery in the Art Department. And there they begin a dance.

Jon x Arya | Rating: Mature | Modern AU

Jonrya Week: A Dream of Spring

Alternate Universe | Crossover

Read here

[aestheticemi01]

“The ghosts of us still lingers in the air„

Modern AU Jonrya edit.

[silverwoodj]

For Jonrya Week 2020 Summer Day 3 Prompt: Revelation

Five years ago, Jon Snow went to war and never came back. They say he's missing in action, and only Arya refuses to believe he's dead. Estranged from her family, living only to see the places on their list, Arya writes letters she can never send. Until the day Jon comes home...

Dear Jon,

I’m sitting on what feels like the top of the world. The Wall is exactly like we always imagined. Bloody cold, terrifying, and so beautiful I can barely breathe. Or maybe it’s the higher altitude?

Remember when we were little and we used to play the Long Night with Robb and Theon? They never wanted to let me play, and Sansa thought she was far too old to play knights and white walkers. But you switched sides midway through their game and we annihilated their pretend Winterfell.

After that day, I knew you would never shut me out like everyone else did. And maybe that day has something to do with why I’m still obsessed with the Wall, trying to see as far north as I can with these silly binoculars.

I wish I could tell you it feels like magic and everything we ever dreamed it would.

I’m sitting at the top of one of our favorite places, and I wish it didn’t feel so damned empty without you.

Gods, if this were one of Sansa’s songs, I’d be able to feel if you were really gone, wouldn’t I?

Without you, it’s hard to believe in magic or much of anything.

I won’t give up though. I’m going to every single place on our list, even if I have to waitress my way to get there.

Sansa doesn’t understand why I won’t come home and “take my place in the family.” But our family is so much smaller, and Winterfell feels more like a tomb than a home.

I can’t stand living there without you.

I still don’t know how to do this.

Will you ever come back to me?

Are you still here?

Would you let me know if you were?

Keep reading at AO3

[laboratorioautoral]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jon Snow/Arya Stark, Jon Snow & Arya Stark Characters: Jon Snow, Arya Stark Additional Tags: Modern AU, Boss/Employee Relationship, Childhood Friends, Childhood Memories, Valentine's Day Summary:

“ Jon never thought he had much in common with his father. He took after his mother in looks and didn’t get to know Rhaegar enough to figure what kind of man he was. This lack of resemblance between them always served to highlight Jon’s own insecurities about belonging in that family and that company, until that moment. He wasn’t afraid of fighting for what he wanted and Arya would have to do better than that to make him give up.”

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7DQOs1khm7aSFzYjQOLEwK?si=SZiLKUfFS7K9lGuIe32yxg

[ladyaryawolf]

Jonrya//Modern AU

[sail300]

You have no idea what you do to me...

[loverisk]

[darksister8]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jon Snow/Arya Stark Characters: Jon Snow, Arya Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

[hewantshisbrideback]

Modern AU Jonrya + Divorced!RhaeLya Snippet

Test-running this the same way I did NHAT's first chapter! Keep in mind, this is not specifically RhaeLya or anti-RhaeLya. That said, Rhaegar, by virtue of being raised as more of a 'boy prince' than actual prince, has a characterization you may not agree with! But I don't care, it's my fic lol. Not a lot happens in this first snippet, it's more to establish the home-life Jon is coming from, the dynamic between Rhaegar and Lyanna, and because I find writing from this perspective funny. There is not a lot of Jonrya and only the set up for conflict. Enjoy! Please, tell me what you think.

It’s an age-old story. A real crowd favorite. Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. Boy sings a sad song. Girl cries. Boy gives her roses. Girl looks pretty with flowers in her hair. A classic love story, one for the books.

Things may have progressed a little quickly after. But, still, nothing truly out of the ordinary. Girl got pregnant. Boy proposed. Well… Boy had to get a divorce first. But it was a quick divorce.

Sure, maybe after the shotgun wedding, Boy and Girl had to hide out in the desert for a while, disappeared from the public without telling anyone where they went, resulting in a media-fuelled frenzy, a nation-wide search party involving everyone from paparazzi to armed police to private investigators…

Maybe her family had publicly accused him of kidnapping before the dust had settled. Acquitted of all charges, both in the legal court and that of public opinion.

Still, when Rhaegar looks back at how he and Lyanna first met, first fell in love, it really did feel that simple, that… uncomplicated, at the time. The politics, their respective family drama, the music scene and the industry bullshit, the age gap that was only a little less scandalous at the time…

He hadn’t cared about that. Neither had magazines, or newspapers. If anything, they’d eaten it all up. It only made them more sympathetic. For the most part. According to all the important publications, anyway.

Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen had been... the love story to end all love stories. Had been, as in, weren’t anymore, because, as anyone could tell you, they hadn’t been married for, say, like… a decade now? Somewhere between a decade, and thirteen years, four months, and twenty-one days.

And yet, it still smarts to think about it. Better not to, if he can help it.

Unfortunately, there’s nothing in the great, empty expanse of fucking woods he’s staring down to distract him. Why does Lyanna live out here again? Shouldn’t someone running a non-profit live somewhere with actual people around, in need of help?

Frankly, he never understood why they divorced in the first place. But I respected her wishes. Because I loved her.

Obviously. He wouldn’t be leaning against his car, waiting for his son to finally emerge from his aloof (second) ex-wife’s cabin in the woods if that wasn’t the case, all so he could spend a weekend enjoying the kid’s brooding company, pointedly not asking questions about how his mother was and what she was doing in her spare time when she wasn’t too busy saving the world and ignoring his calls.

Rhaegar taps his foot. Crosses his arms. Checks his hair in the passenger window. Uncrosses his arms. Checks his phone, again. Nothing. He texted Jon about his arrival three minutes ago.

Maybe, sometimes their conversation verged into discussion-of-Mom territory. But there was only so much for him and Jon to talk about. The kid was almost sixteen, permanently unimpressed with him, and he made no secret of the resentment he felt for him.

Rhaegar wanted to connect, he did, but he also had to acknowledge certain limitations to his position. The one thing they both shared was Lyanna. It made sense to fall back to common ground in lieu of any other options.

And he’s curious. Sue him. The woman is a bank vault when it comes to her personal life. Always was. Just ask the press. They'd tell you.

Rhaegar checks his phone. Four minutes. He thinks he can get away with ringing the doorbell. There’s literally ice on the ground. Even his openly embittered son doesn’t actually want him to freeze to death.

Well, he assumes. But the void of interest in Jon’s gaze as he opens the door and claps eyes on him might make him reconsider.

“Hey, champ.” Rhaegar forces out, and pretends like he isn’t internally grimacing at his own words. “Uh, I texted, but…”

Jon nods, already turning around, walking away and leaving the screen door to drift shut on his father. “I know.”

Rhaegar wedges a foot in before the heavy screen can shut him out completely, then shifts awkwardly in the doorway, propping it open. “You ready to head out?”

“Almost.”

He takes that as an invitation to step inside. Jon’s disappeared into a door beyond the stairs - the den, or the dining room? It’s been a while since Rhaegar got to really see the place. He’s never gotten an actual tour, technically, has maybe been in the kitchen twice, ever, let alone the rest of the place. Technically, it's a converted ranger station from back when the family held private ownership over the woods. For all he knows, it's an armory back there.

He glances around surreptitiously for a second, wondering if he has enough time to poke his head around - innocently, of course - only for Lyanna to skid into view before he can even move past the wet room. His pulse quickens, but before he can pull out a greeting as equally as cringeworthy as the first, she interrupts.

“Oh, good. You’re here. I’m heading out then.” She pushes an earring in with lethal precision and force, not even sparing a glance at the conveniently-placed hall mirror, calling back into the house, “Jon? I’m heading out! Did you hear me?”

Rhaegar almost has a heart attack when Jon pops his head in from the nearest room - he could’ve sworn the only way to the back was through the main hall, last time he was here - with a furrowed brow and a playful scowl on display. “Yeah, I’m right here. You don’t need to yell.”

Lyanna is doing her eyeliner, but she pauses to raise her own brows at him in warning. “Sometimes I think you could do with me yelling at you more, actually.”

He rolls his eyes. “Is that even possible?”

She smacks her hairbrush in his general direction in response, a fruitless gesture so familiar to Rhaegar it hurts. “Would you get out of here? With your… teenage… attitude? Ugh.” She fixes her lipstick then shoves her tools in her purse.

“Brutal, mom. Do you have my charger?”

“Our charger,” she insists. “It’s in the den. Go watch some dumb, scary movie, would you? Have a good time with your dad. And get out of my hair!”

Jon gives her a brisk salute as she hurries past.

“We will! Uh, have a good time,” Rhaegar assures her, but his eyes get caught on her cocktail dress, as she scoots past him, adjusts the skirt, and grabs her coat. “Where are you off to? Didn’t think you were even allowed to leave the woods.”

She gives him a slightly withering glance, then shrugs, smiles. “I have a thing.” By now Jon has joined them in the wet room, and she turns to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Lock up when you leave. I’ll see you two later.”

“Gross.” Jon waves from the door as she sidesteps the ice in her heels on her way to her truck. “Bye, mom. Be safe!”

“No worrying, kiddo! Have fun.”

“I know. But still.”

“Thanks, honey,” she clambers into the truck, blows a big, fat kiss from the window, intentionally over-the-top. “Mwah.”

Rhaegar follows her out, takes advantage of her patting around the front seat to plug her phone in. “Seriously, we never talk anymore. What’s the big occasion?”

She gives him a look he decides is indecipherable, then sighs. “Just meeting up with old friends of the family.” She finds the right chord to plug in her phone, then shoos him away from the window. “Okay. Really, this time - I’ll see you guys later.”

By the time she’s pulled out, and he’s shaken himself from his suspicious stupor, Jon is joining him out in the driveway. He shakes his head, then turns and gives him a fond, knowing look. “Where is she actually going?”

Jon, shrugging and hiking his backpack up his shoulder, returns the knowing look, if... decidedly less fond. “Some kind of double date.”

“What?” Rhaegar scoffs. “With who?”

“Uncle Ned and Aunt Catelyn.”

Interesting, but irrelevant. “No, who is she going with?”

“I don’t know. One of the Baratheons.” Jon is walking toward the car at this point.

“Shit!” Rhaegar jolts to follow, stops and curses as he almost slips on the ice, resumes his path with more caution. “Shit. Which one?”

“I don’t remember,” Jon says, popping open the trunk. He throws his luggage in the back.

Rhaegar rubs the back of his neck, exhaling a little in relief at just making it to the car without face-planting. “It can’t be Robert, is it? That’s insane.”

Jon pauses getting into the passenger seat to slip his backpack off his shoulder and spare his father a faintly exasperated look. “Dad…”

“Look, I - I know your uncle and him are friends, I’m sure he’s… fine, but… your mom hates him,” he rushes to clarify. Jon rolls his eyes and gets in the car, and Rhaegar scrambles to follow suit. “She always has.”

“I mean, it’s really none of your business.”

“Right, but… Right. I’m not saying she can’t. I’m just saying it would be stupid, and I hope your uncle hasn’t convinced her to give him another chance, when -”

“Are we going?” Jon interrupts, then sinks into his seat with a strange expression. “Arya and I have been waiting to see this for ages.”

“Uh…” Rhaegar blinks. Thinks. Starts to dig out his keys. “Yeah, we can go…” He starts the engine, but doesn’t take it out of park. “Just, let the engine warm up… How is Arya doing, lately, by the way? She wants to see this film?”

“Yeah,” Jon answers, slouching in his seat. “Has wanted to, for a while, now.”

“How’s she doing? You get to see her much, now she’s getting older?”

Jon turns to pretend to look at something out the window. Rhaegar knows he’s pretending. He was staring at the same goddamn woods waiting for a text for four minutes, so. “Not as much.”

Rhaegar takes this as an opportunity to change the address on his phone. “Is she busy tonight?”

“No.” No uncertainty. Not even a pause.

“You want to invite her along?”

“Seriously?” 

“Why not?” Rhaegar starts backing out of the driveway. “She’s allowed to watch scary movies, right?”

“Yeah, we watch them all the time.” Good. It was a fifty-fifty bet, considering what Catelyn and Ned are respectively like as parents.

“Why don’t you text her? We’re early anyway. We can start heading down that way, and if she says no, we’ll just… You know. Course-correct.”

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll text her.”

“Good. Great. We’ll just… head for your uncle Ned’s.”

And if they happened to run into Lyanna when they got there, well... that's a non-issue.

❦

Thanks so much for reading! Hope it piqued your interest, even though there wasn't a ton of Jonrya right away. It's partly written but not enough to share for feedback. I'm curious to get feedback on the Rhaegar and Lyanna dynamic - I know the characters have huge fans and huge antis and frankly I'm half curious and half worried as to how either party will be reacting to the situation, lol! Anyway, thanks again.

[anicesmellingoaktree]

I had a dream about a Gendrya fic... it was a modern AU and Arya and Gendry are together kinda of, but Arya is also sort of having a thing going on with Jon in secret, and Gendry finds out and it disappointed and sad, but they make up and end up end game

[youcancalllmequeenjane]

jonrya week. day two. modern alternate universe. 

dedicated to @ipaintmylipsred

[goodmeowningcols]

Jonrya Week 2020: Day 2 - Dark

The day when Jon receives his Hogwarts letter becomes one of the happiest days in his life. He would be able to leave behind the stigma of being a bastard and start fresh in the infamous Wizarding School in Scotland.

The best part about it is his chance to escape the cold eyes of his Aunt Catelyn Stark who seems to hate him for as long as he had been alive.

The worst part would be leaving his cousins behind: Robb, Bran, and Rickon, even Sansa. The twins Robb and Sansa received no letter this year although they weren’t bothered, Robb being a lord’s heir and Sansa more concerned with fashion and boys.

Most of all, Jon would miss Arya, his favourite cousin and best friend. They are a few years apart but there was no one in their family who were as close as they were. Parting is terrible for them on September 1st but he gifts her his mother’s old wand so she could practice magic in secret, hoping that she would follow him to Hogwarts one day. The memory of her laughter warms him on the long journey north.

Jon is sorted into Slytherin and, not knowing much about it since Uncle Ned wouldn’t talk about magic much, is severely disappointed when he finds out that most of them are bigoted and cruel. Owls between him and Arya become the best part of his day. They write each other almost every day, talking about everything they could. Thankfully, before the end of the year, he makes friends with boys he had first had trouble with at the beginning of the year: Grenn and Pyp. He also takes the awkward Samwell under his wing.

The year when Arya arrives with him in Hogwarts, Jon is beside himself with happiness but also trepidation. He wants her to join him in Slytherin with all his heart but he also hopes that whatever House she gets is the one that will make her happy.

Arya is sorted to Slytherin, much to his relief. She gets so excited at the prospect of being in the same House. From there on out, Hogwarts becomes like their home. They never miss a meal together and Arya introduces him to all the friends she’s made from all the Houses. Jon sneaks her to Hogsmeade and they buy and eat all the sweets they could afford from Honeydukes, until they’re sick to their stomachs. That year, for the first time in years, Slytherin wins the House Cup.

In Arya’s second year, a boy who was Jon’s age transfers from Durmstrang. Ramsay Bolton always has a cruel smirk on his face and wherever he was, strange things keep happening to people. Jon suspects that he practices dark magic but he never finds proof.

That year, students start dying one at a time, all of them with muggle connections. Ramsay has gathered a legion of following among the Slytherin students and they call themselves the Death Eaters.

As he grows in power, Ramsay becomes obsessed with Arya, teasing her mercilessly. Arya stands up for herself, as brave as any Griffindor, but this only amuses Ramsay. Enraged, Jon beats Ramsay in a magical duel and, in obvious revenge, Arya disappears from her bed one morning and isn’t seen for days.

Jon goes mad, his rage uncontrollable. He knows it’s Ramsay’s doing and he goes so far as to try to cast the Cruciatus curse on him. With the help of Grenn, Pyp, Sam, and Arya’s friends Ned and Meera, they track her whereabouts to the Chamber of Secrets. Jon defeats Ramsay in another wizard’s duel but the other boy manages to escape the school and any punishments he would have been given.

Jon is in tears when he finally has Arya safe in his arms. Arya is extremely shaken and claims to not know what had happened to her. But later on, Jon catches her when she’s lost in her thoughts, her mood dark. Whenever she gets nightmares, she quietly slips into his bed, as if they were still small children. Jon is thankful that he has his own room as a Slytherin prefect.

Years later, the world finds out that Ramsay Bolton has become a Dark Wizard who wanted to destroy the world, one muggle at a time. War breaks out.

A year after Arya finishes school, when they’ve settled in a flat they share together in London, Jon receives a letter from Ramsay Bolton. The letter is very brief but the words wound him like knives. It‘s as if Jon’s world is turned upside down.

I want my bride back.

Jon holds her closer afterwards, cherishing every precious moment he has with her, hoping against hope that they would be strong enough together against the Dark Lord.

[sovamurka]

Jonrya Modern AU + Playlist