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A wolf in the Sand by Alex_Stark

Day 4 (7/10) 🌅 Sunsets & Surrender: golden hour trysts / sunset cruises / dancing barefoot on the dock / touches under beach towels / night time whispers, summer secrets / “I saw a shooting star—make a wish”

@snowxstormworld tag #JonerysSummerLovin2025 and #SnowxStormWorld

"He was eighteen when we met, and I was Princess of Dorne. He came down from the North to Sunspear with a mind like the Conciliator and a form like mortal sin. We shattered the Commandments of the Seven on the spot." Daenerys Targaryen, last daughter of Valyria and Lady of Summerhall, is given in marriage to the young Prince of Dorne, Quentyn Martell, living for more than two years an unhappy life trapped within a marriage she never wanted. Then one day, from the north of the Red Mountains, came a wolf with white fur and red eyes who lit a fire inside her and turned her into the dragon that was her lineage.

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I know this is a safe space to say I hate harem type of fics. Like no my friend Jon Snow wouldn’t be doing all that.

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"He could be as good and true a son as Robb."

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Magic Awakens- CH 73 is on AO3!

I posted it previously but it was in the dead of night and I feel it was missed. So I decided to share another snippet. Dany and Arya fly for the Wall!

Preview- The first inklings of twilight settled over them as they reached the grove and began to unpack. Edd and Robb first arranged the six men around the largest tree in the grove, including Bowen Marsh, Yarwyck, Ollie, and Wick Whittlestick. They were tied in a circle surrounding the base of the bone white trunk, red blood like sap oozing down onto their heads and shoulders.

Crimson leaves cloaked them in darkness. Only the full moon shining big and tinged orange through the sole opening of the canopy provided any natural light. Dusk was approaching, and the moment the sun vanished from the horizon was when the ritual would begin.

Dany couldn’t tell from where they were, but she trusted Hallah to know. The woodwalkers relationship with nature and magic was something she could never fully understand, no matter how much she was mentored by her. Jon’s body was then placed at the foot of the tree between two twisted roots that rose from the ground and clawed their way back beneath.

Ghost ran over and lay beside him, ever the loyal companion. Hallah and Kelis had given each of them a talisman made from the ice of the Wall, a hole drilled within it so they could tie the leather string around their necks. The cold magic upon the warm skin between her breasts stung, but the ice did not melt.

Hallah, Dany, and Kelis walked the perimeter of the space they would occupy, sprinkling pieces of the Wall and chanting spells of protection. The red witch declined to help, not understanding the woodwalkers' magic or language, but she did not sit idle. Her red eyes blazed, and the ruby glowed at her neck, as a ring of fire engulfed just beyond the circle of ice they had lain.

Arya was unpacking a small table and placing the tools requested by Hallah and Melisandre upon it. On it sat Jon’s sword, Longclaw, a bowl, and herbs and ingredients. Some looked rather bland, like something to spice your meal or heal a wound, but others included small eyes of a raven, fur cut from Ghost’s coat, a rabbit’s foot, a vial of blackened blood, flaky and chunky that she assumed was Jon’s, and other such items that made Dany’s skin crawl.

Next to it sat a brazier, with a bar twisting above from one side to the other. A small cauldron swung on a hook. As they completed the circle, the men took the horses as far from the weirwood as they could and tied them to a different tree, Grey Wind standing guard next to them as Robb commanded.

A spell had been spoken by Hallah, so that the animals would feel no fear and remain docile throughout the strange magic that would surely spook them otherwise. Dany stole a glance at Jon’s body, still pallor and his lips and fingertips blue, but much cleaner. If not for his wounds, the red witch had stitched and washed off all traces of the dried and sticky blood, he could be mistaken for sleeping.

His body was a work of art, straight from the gods themselves, all lean muscle and ridges, smooth like a marble statue. Valerion had landed at the edge of the forest when Robb and those with him reached it. They continued what little was left of the journey together on horseback and left her dragon there to rest.

Hallah closed her eyes and brought her hand over her face. The small brown haired girl with dark eyes was gone, the woodwalker’s brown mottled face with catlike eyes returned. She did the same to Kelis, his tiger stripes and feline features re-emerging.

The men tied to the tree screamed, gasped, and fought against their binds at the revelation. Robb stepped back, wide-eyed and shocked, Edd reacting similarly, though his reaction was more muted. Patting Robb’s arm, Dany smiled reassuringly.

“Is she a child of the forest then?”

Shaking her head, she replied, “Not exactly. In Essos, they are called woodwalkers, similar but not the same. Kelis is a tiger-man of ancient Yi Ti,” she explained.

Looking at Ser Arthur, he asked, “And Harmond? Who is he? A squisher?”

Arthur scowled while Dany giggled. “He is a man from Westeros.”

Hallah then spoke in the Common Tongue to Melisandre. “Will you remain in your glamoured state? Will it not hinder you from using your full efforts?”

The red witch blinked her red eyes.

“The Lord of Light shall provide all I need,” she answered with amusement, flames dancing behind her eyes as they reflected from all around them.

Her robes flew up behind her as she grabbed Jon’s sword and stepped up to Dany, her free arm extending in invitation.

“I need your blood, your grace.”

“My blood? Why?”

Did she somehow know of Jon’s parentage, that they shared blood? That was why they brought Aemon’s ashes after all. And if it would help him… but she didn’t trust this woman.

“King’s blood is powerful, yours more than most, a line of many kings, but also of powerful magic and a champion of the Lord of Light.”

She glanced at Hallah for direction, who gave her a small nod in encouragement. Releasing a breath, she put her hand, palm turned up, into the red witch’s proffered one. A bite of pain sliced through her as she fought not to flinch.

Dany watched on as Melisandre handed the sword to Arya to place back upon the table. Then the red witch tipped her hand over and squeezed as she reached into her robes, taking out the vial of Jon’s blood and letting Dany’s trickle into it and mix with his. When the vial was close to overflowing, she placed a cork in it.

Behind her, she heard a rip. Ser Arthur tore a piece from his cloak to wrap around her hand. She rolled her eyes and began to whisper the words to heal herself, but Kelis grabbed it, despite the bleeding wound.

“No. Do not use any magic unnecessarily, and leave the wound open. As she says, there is much magic in your blood. It will help. You will know what to do when the time comes,” Kelis told her.

Well, that doesn’t sound foreboding at all, Dany thought morbidly. But she did as she was asked. She would do whatever it took to make sure Jaehaerion was returned to them.

Hallah suddenly looked up at the sky. The moon was almost completely visible in the opening, stained red-orange like an autumn leaf. A black speck was growing larger upon the moon’s surface, then darted down towards them.

It let out a mournful caw, a raven, as it landed upon the branch of the weirwood. Hallah blinked her large green eyes at the black bird.

“It is time.”

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burn under the same sky

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Chapter 6 of Chasing Dragons is now live on AO3!

A modern AU second-chance Jonerys story about heartbreak, healing, and the small, everyday choices that begin to rebuild what was once broken.

This isn’t a story of sweeping redemption arcs or picture-perfect reunions. It’s about sidelong glances across soccer fields. About quiet conversations in the smoke of old pain. About what happens when the past shows up with golden eyes, floppy ears—and no warning.

If you're drawn to:

– Firehouse calls that change more than just the day

– Puppies as unexpected bridges between broken hearts

– Sideline tension, unspoken memories, and loaded goodbyes

– Co-parenting with the ghost of what could’ve been

– And the aching question: what if it’s not too late?

Then you’ll want to sit with this chapter.

Summary – Chapter 6: The Weight of Things

Jon’s world is steady—until Daenerys suddenly shows up somewhere he can't run. A routine fire call turns into something more when Jon rescues a puppy and unknowingly gives Rhaegar a new best friend. But it’s the sideline reunion—with Daenerys, with the past—that shakes him more than smoke ever could. Between flashbacks, confrontations, and hard conversations, Jon must decide if protecting his heart means keeping the mother of his child out… or finally letting her back in.

Pairing: Jon Stark / Daenerys Targaryen (Jonerys)

Rating: Mature

Tags: Modern AU, Second-Chance Romance, Estranged Co-Parents, Emotional Angst, Family Drama, Slow Burn, Found Family, Jon POV & Dany POV

Chapters: 6 and ongoing

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the brilliant pain of breathless teeth, a modern royalty AU

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen

Summary:

“I’m glad you came,” she tells him. Then, tilting her head to the side to gauge his reaction, she lets a small smile slip onto her lips. “I’ve missed you, Jon Snow.”

“You’ve missed arguing with me, you mean.”

“So?” she asks, chocolate on her tongue instead of whiskey: the sweet lure rather than the amber burn. She reaches forward to sketch circles along his wrist, tracing a vein, skimming the heartbeat, beat, beat. She laughs when he gives her an exasperated look. “Unlike some people, I am willing to negotiate.”

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Daenerys Targaryen is determined to be the queen of seven, not six, kingdoms. There's just one problem.

One very (handsome) infuriating problem.

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For @snowxstormworld's Jonerys Summer Lovin' 2025, Day 4: Sunsets & Surrender (night time whispers, summer secrets)

Inspired by this post by @axdragons

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The Lord Hand and the Khaleesi by Alex_Stark

Day 2 (7/8) 🏔️ High Altitude, Higher Tension: cabin getaways / heated arguments → hotter makeups / hiking to hidden places / tension as thick as the heat / "I can't tell if it's the altitude or you"

 @snowxstormworld, tag #JonerysSummerLovin2025 and #SnowxStormWorld

When she came into view, however, he was immediately stunned by her beauty. Of course, he knew she was a beautiful woman, but seeing her in person was a different story. In that moment, she was wearing a beautiful red suit with heels that matched her outfit, while her loose, well-groomed hair cascaded down her back and chest. “Lord Hand,” she greeted him with a smile and a nod. “Khaleesi,” he bowed, hands behind his back before returning his eyes on her. “We finally meet. I’ve heard so much of your work in the east and I hope that this meeting will be a begin to a successful alliance." “I am sure it will be.

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flu season | a jonerys drabble

this is actually a repost from a drabble i did on here back in 2021 - just found it again and made a quick moodboard and posted it to ao3. 🩶

At present, Daenerys was buzzing around the house, corner to corner, leaving not a centimeter untouched with her magic cleaning sponge, the vacuum practically an extra limb at this point, and a bucket full of various other cleaning supplies. She had come down with a nasty case of the flu two days ago, and he could not figure out why (for the life of him) she was absolutely insistent that she do this. Actually, he did: her parents were in town, had dropped in last minute yesterday afternoon, and all but demanded they come over tomorrow to visit. Even despite Dany telling them over and over again that it wasn’t a good time right now, that she would get them sick (selflessly leaving out the bit where she was actually, completely miserable).

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Jonerys - Boatsex Improved

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Passion. Power. Betrayal. by Alex_Stark (me on ao3)

Day 3 (7/9) 🏕️ Where the Pines Touch the Sky: camping under the stars / tent-sharing / too hot for clothes, not too hot for this / skinny dipping in lakes / rustic inns with creaky beds / “what if someone sees?”

@snowxstormworld tag #JonerysSummerLovin2025 and #SnowxStormWorld

"You fought well, Snow. Your father would be proud." Then he turned to the other side, addressing his nephew. "So did you, but we both know Robert wouldn't care much. He didn't care much for you or any of your bastard brothers and the gifts they used to send you, it was the Spider who did." It was enough to infuriate the young man who got up and left. "He'll get over it. But we have more important things to discuss. This campaign is far more important than they think." Stopping, the king took a sip before continuing. "Victarion Greyjoy and a Traitor Priest are sailing towards Meereen, to take the Dragon Queen in marriage. The Iron Fleet for the Dragons. Do you understand what I mean, Snow?" “Yes. You want the dragons.” “And their mother as a bride.” Taking another sip, the man clicked his tongue as he looked down. “I never loved my wife and have no intention of finding love now. But I need an heir for the Throne and dragons to crush my enemies.” “I’m sure you will get them, Sire.” “You don’t understand. I want you to find her and bring the girl to me.” “What?” Jon frowned, confused by the king’s words. “I got informed that she disappeared from the city after an uprising from the Sons of the Harpy. She is somewhere out there. I want you to find her. When we reach the city, you will take a party and ride out in her search.” “But I don’t know where to find her,” Jon retorted, even though he knew he had no room to debate. “You will.” 

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Jon and Daenerys have been friends since they were born, and this hasn't changed ever since. He has always been there for her, and she has always found the peace she never found in anyone else in him.

What will happen when they both unconsciously fall for each other?

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I'm bad at summaries, basically Dany has been through a lot but is still a ray of sunshine, and Jon is... well, Jon. They both fall for each other but are incapable of doing anything about it, until they do.

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I love the premise of this! I can already feel the pain and yearning. So very Romeo and Juliet, without the deaths. The taboo love, the rivalry, the sneaking around, the UST!

You selected the perfect images for the mb. It’s 🔥🔥🔥

created for Day 5 of @snowxstormworld's Jonerys Summer Lovin ’25: lost & found between the lines: finding each other at the edge of the world Divided by a decades-long family rivalry helmed by their tyrannical fathers, Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow are supposed to be anything but cordial. As the children of two power-lust magnates, expectations weigh heavy on their young shoulders to preserve tradition. Never break bread, never bend. What should happen then when these two rising moguls -- molded to perfection by the very hands of their ancestors before them -- bare their souls and find rare solace in one another? Wherein the conscience has discovered what it means to long for someone as they sleep, when loving them is like breathing, when one lifetime isn't nearly enough?

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When Birthday Wishes Come True: CH 8- The Mad Queen

Summary: Ygritte is feeling defeated after Jon's rejection. But a pep talk from her friends gave her renewed hope. So she busts out her fanciest dress to meet Jon at the Homecoming Ball. It culminates in someone ending up in jail.

Preview: All the bystanders ‘oo’-ed and ‘aw’-ed at their entrance. She even heard one woman say they were the “golden couple” and that Jon couldn’t hold a candle to Ramsay. It served him right for his treatment of her.

Jon’s glare was comical. He looked ready to come over there and kill them both with his bare hands. He must still care for her to be that jealous.

Tormund also looked angry. She overheard him again.

“She is two-timing you already? I am going to go confront them right now,” he declared.

Jon held them back, though. He was always noble, protecting her. Ramsay walked them straight over to Jon, and she was happy he seemed to know his purpose.

“Well, well. If it isn’t Mr. Simp himself,” Ramsay mocked.

Tormund didn’t like that. “Who are you calling a simp? You’re the simp. Your whole bloodline is simps.”

Jon tugged him back and told him to hush.

“I’m done simping. She is all yours. Enjoy licking her boots,” Jon told Ramsay with a smirk.

“You-” Ygritte started, but Sam cut her off, surprising everyone as he was usually quiet and craven.

“Listen up. Our boy is officially taken now. He’s done with you.”

“Damn right,” Tormund agreed.

Val and Dalla walked up then, her two besties always had her back. She couldn’t believe Jon was still playing games with her.

“Our Ygritte is a total catch. Her fan club line stretches past the gates of our school. Being Ygritte’s simp is no shame.”

Jon rolled his eyes, not even bothering to look at her.

“Alright, alright. Jon and I go way back since we were kids, whatever he chooses, I’ll respect it.”

“Ygritte, you’re way too nice. That’s why losers like him walk all over you,” Val chimed in.

“Jon, I didn’t expect you’d land a girlfriend so fast. Congrats,” Ygritte offered, smiling as she played his game. She could be patient, knowing she would be the winner in the end.

“Thanks,” Jon replied gruffly.

“But why didn’t you give me a heads up. After all these years, as a friend?” Ygritte batted her lashes and asked innocently.

“Friends?” Jon chuckled. “Yeah, right. Your friends list is packed tight. I doubt you’d have time for me.”

She couldn’t believe he was continuing this farce, but she would have fun with it while she could. Especially when he begged her later.

“Still acting?” Val called him out, though Ygritte wished her friends would shut their mouths sometimes. “We know that girl was just someone you hired to pretend to be your girlfriend.”

But Ygritte knew how to play the game; she had been playing with Jon since they were in elementary school.

“Val, don’t spread rumors. Maybe we got it wrong. She really might be his girlfriend.”

“The one from the confession wall?” Dalla asked. “No way. My guess is he is a bitter reject messing with you. He just wants you to glance his way.”

“That’s right. Faking it until he makes it. If he had a real girlfriend, why would she not be here today with him?”

A voice from behind them suddenly called out, “Who is asking for me?”

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our great glory

Chapter 39: Margaery VII

Chapter 40: Daenerys XII

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Can't Buy Me Love | Ch. 2

Summary: It's showtime! Dany prepares for her first night at the club. Jon seeks a solution to his problem.

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