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.
Oh hello, yes I’m still around and very happy to say that Chapter 18 is up!
Summary: Jon and Dany’s wedding day is fast approaching, but between all the planning and preparation, there still needs to be time for a little fun. They decide on a joint bachelor/bachelorette party at Marquee – one of the hottest nightclubs in New York City. The celebration hits a snafu, however, when an unexpected guest arrives.
After one too many PR crises, Prince Jon Targaryen agreed to be the next lead of the popular dating show in a strategic, last-ditch effort to improve his sullied public image. Actually finding love and getting married wasn’t even a consideration for Jon…until Princess Daenerys, his former lover (and current aunt) stepped out of the limo to compete for his love. He couldn’t forget how she had broken his heart six years ago without a reason given, but neither could he deny the feelings he still had for her.
The princess didn’t have an easy fight ahead of her. Especially not with the bold and fiery Ygritte Wilde in the mix, another suitor who caught Prince Jon’s eye from Night One.
Torn between two women, Prince Jon faced the toughest decision of his life—but in the end it was Ygritte who was the last woman standing as she accepted his final rose.
Another happy ending for the happy couple…
…or so it seemed.
Read the epilogue on AO3. Thank you @adecila for the moodboard, and thank you all for indulging this silly crack idea for the last three years!
Inspired by a conversation I had with my mini-me a few weeks back. Another boob thief baby boy on the way but even five-year-olds need a reminder of how much they’re loved.
“Papa, when the baby comes will no you love me anymore?” Aemon asked as he pulled at a thread in his Toothless plushie, head down as the words left his lips.
Those very words broke Jon’s heart. He didn’t know where they came from. Nor did that matter right then. Instead, he slid down to the floor beside his five-year-old and opened his arms for a hug. “Come ‘ere, Aemon.” Aemon responded quickly, scrambling into his father’s arms and koala wrapping himself around Jon’s neck. “I won’t love you any less, buddy,” he promised, gently running a soothing hand down his son’s back. “My heart just gets bigger to love one more. Just like when you and Naerys were growing in Mama’s belly. And when Mae was growing. And just like your baby brother. Mama and I… Our hearts just get bigger. Just like your heart, and Naerys’ heart and Mae’s heart is gonna grow to love him. Okay?” He pressed a kiss to the top of Aemon’s head as the little boy slowly nodded, his small arms tightening around Jon’s neck momentarily. “I love you, buddy. There’s nothing that’s ever gonna change that.”
The sea’s briney bite no longer stings his nose. He has laid upon its shore too long. But the waters still sing to him. From the soft murmurs in the morning to lure him sweetly in, to the thunderous thrashing the sand and rocks endure for his stubborn refusal to enter in. But never has it given up. It continues to call and beckon as it has for hours. For days, for months. Offerings of peace whispering to him night and day. Promises of her forever on the wind.
As he listens, the morning sun turns to evening’s, and another day of grieving is spent without relief. He will never find it, he knows. Not there, without her.
So long without her.
Revenge had not satisfied his soul.
Time had not eased his pain.
Fleeing had not banished the memories.
Nothing will heal him save her.
His promise will be broken, but maybe she will forgive him.
Written for Jonerys Summer Lovin’ 2k22 – day 1 Fairytales / Mythology
Summary:Daenerys is visited by an extremely friendly black cat, adopts him and the two become attached to one another. However, she will discover that not everything is as it seems.
A loud, insistent meow greeted Daenerys Targaryen as she arrived home in the early evening after a tiring day at work.
Intrigued, she followed the noise until she found the curious figure of a black cat sitting in front of her kitchen window, meowing as if this was its house and she had forgotten to leave the window open for it to enter.
It gave another loud meow when it saw her as if to say ‘I’m back home, let me in’.
My submission for Day 1 of the @snowxstormworldJonerys Summer Lovin 2k22event.
The tale that slipped through the cracks of time, easily forgotten in the mass of more frightening stories about the Dragon Queen. The story of a young man desperate to prove himself and avenge his family and a myth come to life from the smoking ruins of Valyria.
A/N: For my sanity, this had to be broken into parts. This ‘one-shot’ took on a life of its own and is soooo much bigger than I originally planned. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing.
First date nerves, never again I don’t wanna end up in bed with a friend What’s your favourite movie What’s your favourite song Just chatting, chatting shit All night long
No, no, not for me No, never again You cross your fingers for good luck I cross my fingers we will (fuck)
Taking it slow, it’s no fun I don’t fancy spending time with your mum What’s the point of talking What is there to know If you just wanna date I should go
No, no, not for me No, never again You cross your fingers for good luck I cross my fingers we will (fuck)
Your friends say I’m no good, but that’s okay We get it on in secret anyway No strings, no rings, nothing keeping us down I just want to get you out of your gown Fuck around and find out if it’s meant to be Until then let’s agree:
No, no, not for me No, never again You cross your fingers for good luck I cross my fingers we will (fuck) No, no, not for me No, never again You cross your fingers for good luck I cross my fingers we will (fuck)
Margaery finds the English court frightfully dull - until she runs into the mysterious Lady Dany. Dany is fun, flirtatious and a bit of a tease, but her biggest trick is getting them both into bed with King Jon. Will Margaery figure out how to handle two royal lovers, or will she have to flee back home to France in defeat?
Thank you so much Sharon for the lovely moodboard! I’m so happy you agreed to read the story and put together this piece to accompany it. It’s perfect!
“Little bird, little bird, fly through my window. Little bird, littl—”
“Wait Mama, wait!” Leah yelled as she jumped up from her seat on the front step by a dozing and long suffering Ghost. He gave a groan and a huff at being used as a spring board but never moved an inch from his place in the sun.
Jacob too, had been disturbed, jolted from his near sleep in her arms. Dany cut stern eyes at her rambunctious daughter. Leah was her carbon copy in looks, and had a sweet, precious heart just like her daddy, but all the rest of her was as wild as her aunt Arya. Neither patience nor control was her strong suit.
Her white blonde head dropped when she calmed enough to actually look her mama’s way. “I sorry, Mama,” she mumbled as she slowly walked over to the rocking chair and patted her little brother’s chubby thigh. “I sorry too, Jake Jake.”
Dany continued to gaze at her for another beat or two before giving a tiny smile. Leah’s little white teeth shown as she smiled back, blue eyes squinted nearly closed. “What did you need, my sweet?” she asked quietly, hoping her daughter would mimic her tone.
“Can I go get daddy?” she whispered and Dany’s smile grew. “I want hims to do it wiff us. Daddy always does it wiff us!” Leah went on, her little voice growing louder with each word, a shrill yell by the end.
“Leah, love—”
“Who called for Daddy?” Jon growled behind the screen door making Leah shriek and run in a wild giggling circle.
Their wide-eyed baby boy tracked her every movement as she walked toward their bed.
He was safe and secure beneath his daddy’s arm where he’d fallen asleep over an hour before. Jon, still lightly snoring, napped with him everyday, to catch up on sleep after a long night, or to give her time with the girls. Today it was so she could bake Leah’s birthday cake.
She squatted down and smiled at him. He cooed and grinned, little fist jerking forward to reach for her. “Hello, my sweet boy, did you have a good nap?” she whispered, letting him grip her finger. He took it straight to his little mouth, gums gnawing as he grinned, his dark eyes sparkling in the afternoon sunlight.
Jon Jacob Snow looked so like his daddy her heart nearly burst every time she looked at him. Eyes and hair as black as coal, skin as pale as cream, with a little brow that always seemed to be wrinkled in deep thought. The black wisps of silky hair atop his head were just beginning to curl and even his lips were like Jon’s, plush and perfect and pouting.
She couldn’t possibly love him more. Or any of them for that matter. Her heart and world were full, overflowing with joy every hour of every day.
Dany looked up from her book and found her oldest standing in front of her, fishing pole in one hand and silver bucket in the other. She was wearing her daddy’s hat.
“Daddy’s helpin’ Leah and I lost my worm.”
One glance down to the creek told Dany true. Jon had his hands full with both Leah and Abi. Gendry and Arya were further down with their boys. The rest of their pack had gone into town. No other help to be found, she gazed into Rachael’s little bucket, the black dirt wriggling with worms.
She smiled tightly. She’d never gotten past her worm aversion. “Can you get a worm out for Mama?”
Rachael nodded, sat her little bucket down and reached into it, eager and unafraid as she dug through the damp dirt and pulled out a long brown earthworm. She held the wiggling thing between two pudgy fingers, smiling proudly as Dany tried desperately to figure out how to get out of touching it.
She went for her old stand-by and reached for Rachael’s pole, holding up the hook. “Alright, you have the worm, I’ll hold the hook. Do you know what to do next? Daddy’s told you, right?”
“Yes ma'am, but…” Rachael raised her other hand and showed Dany one finger, a tiny trickle of blood running down it. “I don’t wanna get poked again.”
“Oh, my sweet, I’m sorry,” she cooed and laid the fishing pole down before grabbing up one of the napkins from their picnic. “Let Mama clean it up.”
First date nerves, never again I don’t wanna end up in bed with a friend What’s your favourite movie What’s your favourite song Just chatting, chatting shit All night long
No, no, not for me No, never again You cross your fingers for good luck I cross my fingers we will (fuck)
Taking it slow, it’s no fun I don’t fancy spending time with your mum What’s the point of talking What is there to know If you just wanna date I should go
No, no, not for me No, never again You cross your fingers for good luck I cross my fingers we will (fuck)
Your friends say I’m no good, but that’s okay We get it on in secret anyway No strings, no rings, nothing keeping us down I just want to get you out of your gown Fuck around and find out if it’s meant to be Until then let’s agree:
No, no, not for me No, never again You cross your fingers for good luck I cross my fingers we will (fuck) No, no, not for me No, never again You cross your fingers for good luck I cross my fingers we will (fuck)
Margaery finds the English court frightfully dull - until she runs into the mysterious Lady Dany. Dany is fun, flirtatious and a bit of a tease, but her biggest trick is getting them both into bed with King Jon. Will Margaery figure out how to handle two royal lovers, or will she have to flee back home to France in defeat?
Thank you so much Sharon for the lovely moodboard! I’m so happy you agreed to read the story and put together this piece to accompany it. It’s perfect!
Jon wants to host a big family Christmas. Dany thinks it’s a terrible idea; after all, their families don’t get along. But since when have emotions ever gotten in the way a peaceful Christmas? Jon is determined to make things work, no matter arguments, and relationship squabbles, and even uninvited guests. But will his optimism last all the way until the 25th?
For #joneryswinterwonderland2k21 event day 3: Winter @snowxstormworld
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It was her least favorite thing to do, but she began answering emails as she waited for lunch to arrive. Unfortunately there were several Christmas party invites she’d yet to RSVP to.
There wasn’t a single one she was interested in attending. To say she was a bit of a Grinch was an understatement. She’d had enough Christmas to last her a lifetime before moving to King’s Landing. Outside her window, the sun shone bright over the city despite the late December day. It was so different from the winters she was used to and that was just how she liked it. She certainly didn’t miss the cold or snow, but she’d yet to get a chance to miss the decorations. The people of King’s Landing did their best to decorate for the Christmas holiday despite their balmy latitude. There was a large, ornately decorated tree in the center of the city with a false ice skating rink erected below it to give the illusion of winter, though it felt more like late spring. Not to mention the lights strung everywhere and even carolers on a few corners.
She was ready for it all to just disappear. It made her mood rather foul and she was tired of it.
A knock on her door brought her out of her reverie and she looked up to find her best friend, Missandei, standing in her doorway. She worked two floors down for a fashion designer and often came up to visit throughout the day when she needed a break.
“You busy?” she asked as she wandered in.
“Nope. Just finished off my last email for the moment. You caught me at a good time.”
Missandei took a seat in front of her desk and leaned forward, propped on her arms. Her usual easy smile was a bit wary and she was fidgeting with her nails. All signs Dany was about to be asked something she didn’t want to be. She sat back in her chair and waited for her friend to gather her courage as she clung to her poise.
“So, I know you don’t usually celebrate,” Missy started, “but… if you’d like, you’re more than welcome to join me at my parents next week. There will be plenty of food and drinking,” she tempted, with a waggle of her eyebrows.
Managing not to sigh, Dany forced a smile and shook her head. “I’m grateful for the offer, really. I love you for it,” she replied, putting her heart into it because she truly did appreciate it, “but you know I try not to do anything for the holidays. It’s nothing personal,” she added to hopefully soften the blow. “Just think of it as a rebellion. Considering where I grew up, there really is no other rational response.”
Her offer shot down, Missy deflated, sinking back in her chair. “Ah, yes, your elusive home town. What was its name again? Winterhell?”
She snorted with a roll of her eyes. That was rather fitting.
“Winterfell,” she corrected. “And if you knew what I had endured… The pageants, the festivals, parades, gallons upon gallons of eggnog, and even vicious reindeer, you’d understand why I do not want to celebrate anymore. I am quite content to spend the holiday all alone in my apartment watching horror movies, thank you very much,” she finished with a toss of her hair.
“Fine,” her friend sighed. “I give up trying to get you to break tradition.”
“Believe me, if anyone understands the value of tradition, it’s me. I’ve just developed my own traditions different from everyone else’s.”
“Right. Yi Ti food and horror movies,” Missy deadpanned.
“I do facial masks and eat ice cream too,” she defended herself. “You’re really not putting enough emphasis on how quiet and peaceful it is. It’s amazing, I swear. You’re missing—”
The buzzing of her phone interrupted them. She picked it up and immediately dropped it to clatter across her desk, her heart thrashing in her throat, eyes wide as she watched it vibrate further away from her with each ring.
“Dany, what on Earth? Are you okay?”
She couldn’t answer her, all of her frozen, held firmly in shock’s grasp.
“Alright, you’re starting to scare me,” Missy pressed. “You’re even paler than usual. What’s wrong?”
It was a struggle, but she managed to force a few words out, “It’s my… ex-husband,” she whispered.
Missy didn’t take that news so well. “What?! Ex-husband?!” she hissed, clutching the arms of her chair as she lunged forward. “We’ve known each other for two years, Daenerys Targaryen, and I’m just now learning you were married?!”
“What do I do?” she asked helplessly, any fortitude to answer her friend’s accusations lost in her panic.
Her expression clearly said she was worried for Dany’s mental health. “Answer it?”
She gave a frantic shake of her head. “No! I haven’t talked to him in over four years. Nearly five. Not since our divorce was final.”
Margaery Tyrell is lady-in-waiting and best friend to Queen Daenerys. There is nothing she won’t do for her, even if it puts her own life at risk. And sneaking Lord Jon Snow into the Queen’s chamber at night whilst the King sleeps is definitely dangerous!
But soon Margaery has to ask herself: is she happy keeping watch, or does she want more?
Dany scores a ghost hunting kit at a thrift store and takes Jon to the town’s haunted house for some fun, much to his misgivings.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” he hissed as he ducked through the doorway and narrowly missed a spiderweb. A shiver ran down his spine and he rubbed the back of his neck, thousands of tiny legs crawling over his skin.
Dany grabbed him by the coat sleeve and yanked him further inside. “Stop being such a scaredy cat. This will be fun,” she whispered as she waved her little flashlight down the long hallway in front of them.
“Fun, my perfect ass.”
She barked out a laugh that echoed eerily through the building. “That is perfect, but I promise this will be fun. Trust me.”
“Trust you? You brought me to a place that probably has a thousand fucking spiders in it,” he grumbled. “You know I hate spiders.”
She’d shown up at their apartment late that afternoon fresh from a shopping trip with Missandei, an old faded duffle bag full of junk she’d scored from the local thrift store in tow.
“It’s a ghost hunting kit,” she’d excitedly proclaimed and he’d only been able to stare back at her slowly blinking.
A few hours later, filled with lots of poking and prodding from her, and there they were, inside the town’s requisite, no doubt spider infested, haunted house, Harrenhall.
Just an exercise to get the creative juices flowing again… Make a board and write 1k words.
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“You didn’t answer my letter.”
He’d tried to. The floor beneath his desk was littered with his attempts. While words were his livelihood, they’d failed him. Then and now. He no longer seemed able to produce a single one.
Indecisiveness and raw nerves were usually the culprits. Today he could only blame the vision before him. His senses were stolen completely.
She was standing on his porch, as rare and beautiful as the cool summer day they were surrounded by. It had been years since he’d seen her last, but she was just as he remembered. As if he’d stepped back in time. Or she had freed herself from the pages he had written of her. Perhaps he was only dreaming.
That had to be it. If he went back inside, he’d no doubt find himself slumped over his typewriter softly snoring. It happened often enough. But he didn’t dare. The dream was too sweet. He would cling to it as long as he could.
