#Jonerys Drabble

[magalidragon]

🏒 the deal 🎶 | “Sometimes people sneak up on you and suddenly you don't know how you ever lived without them.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @youwerenevermine! 🥳🥰😘🤗🎂🎈🎊🎁 Okay fine whatever so I am a few hours your time early, but I was so excited to share and honestly, the world is going to end soon and I wanted to get ahead of the game. I went back and forth over what to do for you and couldn’t decide so went with this. The original hockey boyfriend Mr. Garrett Graham and sassy Hannah Wells! It is Jonerys meets THE DEAL! I hope you like it! So grateful to this fandom for introducing me to you! Love you bby! 😘

There was a very strong possibility Jon Snow had made a terrible mistake making this deal with Daenerys Targaryen. He figured it was easy enough; she was a smarty pants and could help him get his grade up in what was supposed to be an "easy A" philosophy class and keep him from getting benched. In doing so, he'd pretend to date her and the guy she had a crush on-- fucking Robb, his own damn cousin-- would see her as a bit more than weird silver-haired purple-eyed Dany and want to ask her out. Since Robb wanted anything he couldn't have-- particularly if Jon had it first.

Now he was watching Robb openly flirt with her and was squeezing his beer bottle so hard he figured he'd be benched not for his shitty philosophy grade but for having to get stitches in his stick hand. It was supposed to be an easy quid-pro-quo. A deal. Started off more annoying than anything else-- Dany could not have cared one single snowflake that he was Queen Alysanne University's star left winger and frequently let him know it. He honestly appreciated it, even if he had to really wear her down, chasing her all over Winterfell to get her to concede.

That had honestly been fun. Then there were their random long conversations after studying. Topics ranged from the best pizza toppings-- pepperoni and more pepperoni for him, while she saw nothing wrong with pineapple on her pizza-- to the best Marvel movie-- he didn't mind that movie about 'The Eternals' while she thought it sucked and liked 'Ant Man' more, all the way over to which House of Commons member should win the two highly competitive ridings near Winterfell or who really won the War of Five Kings?

He also had admitted to her some things he'd never shared with anyone. That he might be the aloof "Ice Man" of QAU hockey who could get any girl he wanted, he actually played that image outside of his truly private life. In reality he just couldn't think of girls, he was too busy trying to do his best to keep his grades up to get a very difficult degree in metallurgy and cultural anthropology while also making sure he didn't lose his rookie contract with the Winterfell Wolves professional hockey team.

Just like he knew all she wanted was to get the bonus money from the School of Drama and Music's winter showcase to help with her mother's medical bills, back in Pentos. That her dream was to sing on stage at the King's Landing Opera House.

All of that swam in his head, those conversations and late nights, sitting out in the quad on a blanket while she quizzed him on long dead Maesters, or that time she'd come to one of his games and he'd scored a hat trick, so she ahd to come to every singel one afterward.

He had done his job; he talked her up to Robb. He lingered in the living room of his and Robb's shared house when they would talk, just in case there needed to be extra prodding. Now they were on a bloody, fucking date.

"Jon, buddy, let go of the beer. The beer didn't do anything to you. Come on man, there you go." His friend and other roommate, Satin, carefully pried his fingers off the glass neck, moving the bottle to the oak bartop. "Alright, so when are you going to tell her?"

"Huh?" He was now glaring at the back of Robb's stupid auburn head, wondering if he could cut off those fucking curls while he was sleeping and blame their fourth roommate Theon. "Tell her what?"

"That you're in love with her, you dipshit."

Thank the gods he wasn't holding the beer bottle because he'd have definitely dropped it. He also was glad he didn't have any beer in his mouth, because that would have been sputtered everywhere as he gaped at Satin, who was now studying his fingernails nonchalantly. "Wha...what...I'm not....she's a friend! She wasn't just a friend, she was...Dany.

Dany, whose first words to him were: "I'm sorry do I know you?"

Dany, who always tied her long silver braids up on her head in a knot using pencils. Who hummed random song llyrics and chords and scribbled them on ltitle pieces of paper. Who had a voice that sounded like fucking angels from teh rafters. Who snorted and cackled when she laughed. Who called him "Wolf Man" instead of "Ice Man" because he had a wolf back home and one tattooed on his arm.

Dany....Dany who always smelled like lemons and lavender and who...

He blinked. It was like seeing everything under a different filter. Brighter. Across the bar, he watched Dany laugh at something Robb said, but it didn’t meet her eyes. She was playing with the silver guitar pick she used, something he had learned was a nervous habit. Her eyes— vibrant, happy lavender— did not fully meet his, but he knew she had glanced his way.

Gods. Was he in love with her? Was that what this feeling was? He couldn’t love her. He had to focus on hockey and studying and…it was just easier to keep that other side of him out there. If Jon Snow actually found a girl…a music major who didn’t know a deke from a slapshot and thought there were quarters not periods…he’d never hear the end of it.

He didn’t care. He didn’t want her with Robb. “And why is that?” Satin asked.

Fuck he said that out loud? “Because she’s mine,” he snapped. He paused. “No she is her own person of course I don’t own her obviously but…” He drained the beer bottle. This was one thing Robb was not going to steal from him. He stomped over to their table and didn’t even wait for his cousin to say anything before he glanced at Dany. “Get your coat, we still have to finish that Agatha show.”

She cocked her head up, confused. “Jon what…”

“Come on.”

“Jon,” Robb began, but he didn’t even have time to finish. Jon grabbed Dany’s hand, tugging her away and towards the back corridor. “What the seven hells Jon!”

If she wanted to fight him, she could. He’d let her anyway. Dany did not pull very hard and protested over Robb’s loud complaining. “Jon seriously what the fuck are you doing?!” She pushed at his chest when he tugged them into the stairwell that led up to the bar manager office, the dim lighting throwing her face in relief. She was fuming. She was a dragon, he expected it. “What was that!?”

“I want to see something.” He didn’t wait for a response. He had to do this. So he crashed his mouth down over hers.

The shock had her gasping, lips parting under his. Soft, plump, perfect lips, and he pressed gently, his hands dropping to her small waist to hold her upright against the wall. She had her hand on his shoulder and for a second he didn’t think she was going to kiss back and made to pull away, apology at the ready, knowing he had fucked this up completely.

Until her hands dove into his hair and she opened her mouth wider, moaning and pulling him to her. He groaned, desperate now, a man who had his first taste of water after wandering a desert, and cupped her jaw, angling her head so he could rise over her, sliding his tongue along hers. Gods. She tasted like strawberries. How!? One of life’s mysteries, he supposed.

The need for air separated them, their breathing ragged and foreheads touching, noses brushing. Her gaze lifted, meeting his. “I take it you don’t think I should see Robb?”

He shook his head, whispering, “Come home with me. I’ll make you a deal.”

“And what’s that?”

He kissed her again, nipping her bottom lip. Her breasts were pressed to his chest and his knee had wedged itself between hers. They were about ten seconds away from a public indecency charge. His voice dropped, gravelly. “You come home with me and I’ll make you come within ten minutes. Five, even.”

Her cheeks flushed pink. “And what do you get out of this deal?” she asked.

He pretended to think, before flashing a grin. “The knowledge I made you come. Oh and, our next movie night you don’t wear underwear.”

She smirked now. “I am not one of your puck bunnies.”

“And you know I don’t do puck bunnies.”

After a second, she barely nodded. “Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got Wolf Man.”

“So it’s a deal then Targy?” She hated that nickname. The glare she shot him had him grinning.

She pulled at his hand, towards the back exit. “It’s a deal.”

[ashleyfanfic]

Oh for the dialogue prompt ask game can I give you Jonerys for the “Still think I’m cute” or “who said that this was a dream?” . You’re writing is always so incredible and I just adore your Jonerys fics so so much!

Beneath the cut is some Jonerys goodness. It’s fluff. Pure fucking fluff.

Daenerys brushed his sweat slicked hair back from his brow, then rested the back of her hand against his skin. He was burning up. She reached to the nightstand and took the bottle of aspirin and removed two white pills. She held them out to him and a glass of water with a bendy straw.

“Yes, Jon, you’re still cute even with the flu. I’m sorry your sick.”

He waved a hand at her, then quickly tucked it back beneath his blanket and gave a shiver. She went to the hall and grabbed another blanket from the linen closet and laid it on top of him.

“I’m going to be here to take care of you,” she said as she sat beside him once more.

“You’ll get sick,” he muttered miserably. Her fingers stroked through his dark hair.

She shook her head even though his eyes were closed. “I’m fairly certain you’ll take care of me if that happens.”

“‘Course. I love you.”

That stopped her. They hadn’t said that to one another yet, and here it happened and he was drifting into sleep with a fever and chills.

She hated herself the way her eyes welled with tears. It was so stupid to cry about that, but she couldn’t help it either. “I love you, too.”

He grunted as she continued to comb through his dark curls. It was only when Ghost plodded into the room and nudged her that she stood. She knew that was a sign he needed to be walked. She leaned down and placed a kiss to Jon’s forehead, then stood from the bed. “I’ll be back. I’m gonna walk Ghost.”

“‘Kay. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Get some rest. I’ll be back.”

“Good,” he murmured. “I miss you when you’re gone.”

She chuckled. “As well as I know you, you’ll be mortified that you admitted all of this to me when you’re feeling better. Get some sleep.”

“You won’t miss me?”

“Too much to put into words,” she giggled. “Sleep, Jon. I’ll make you some soup, too.”

“Marry me,” he grumbled.

She laughed. “Sleep.”

Before she’d even reached the bedroom door, his snores echoed in the room. She knew it was just the fever talking, but she couldn’t stop from grinning at the thought of actually marrying him. She could wait, though. Make sure he grew healthy again and then remind him of all the things he’d said while he was in his fever. If he took it back, she’d still laugh and try to make him feel less awkward about it. But if he didn’t. Well, that was a whole different kettle of fish.

[kaoribriefs]

it was strange for her, it was something new even though she hadn't been a child for a long time. Dany found this way of making love from her new husband strange, he was hungry of her but it wasn't the same hunger of her sun and stars or the forgotten Daario, no, Jon Snow cared about giving her pleasure, he was strangely altruistic , when he put his head between her legs, he caressed her or looked into her eyes gently as he moved inside her. For the first time Dany felt a new warmth inside like she no longer felt from the red door, she didn't worry about being enough for Jon...but only about hearing his heartbeat...in the night.

[littledancer9]

Jonerys Orgasmic October 2024 💋

Day 5: Trick or treat, give me something good to eat…

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Nothing tastes

As sweet as you

Enjoy a little drabble I wrote in about ten minutes at @libradoodle1's encouragement before posting, because I didn't have time for a full-fledged fic, but these moodboards deserve to be seen.

Butterflies swirled in her chest and throat as she reached a shaking hand to his plump lips. Barely parted, hot breath with traces of champagne lingered between them, silence clicking in her ears. Dark eyes behind thick lashes flickered from her own to her outstretched fingers. And in a moment, a blink, the foreboding trepidation that had followed them since she climbed in his passenger seat was gone. His hand cupped the base of her neck, hairsprayed and teased curls tangling between his knuckles as he pulled her closer. She stumbled across the bed on her knees, scraping her fingers behind his ear for purchase as he broke down the wall between them with a savage kiss. Teeth and tongue, champagne and cherry sweetness exchanged between them, too far gone to feel the tingling pain of the other pulling their hair. A man she thought marble and stone, now warm and pliant, but still oh so hard, beneath her curious touch.  “Jon,” she panted, licking her lips, eyes racing in the dark. “We said we wouldn’t.” The tension in his hand gnarled in her hair released, blood rushing back to her scalp. “Shouldn’t and wouldn’t are very different things. Which is it for you?”

Thanks to @snowxstormworld for hosting another fabulous event! Hope everyone else is enjoying Christmas in October as much as I am!

Posted on AO3 if you want to share some love!

[arielchelby]

It's Daenerys... and it's Jon!

And it’s almost fall! Do you know what you’ll be writing/creating for the Jonerys October Falling for You event? Also, if you haven’t joined already, we’d love to see you at the Female Run Jonerys Discord (Barbie Land approved 😘)

This beautiful MB and awesome edit were made by @moondancer71 !

Crossing the veil into the Real World was rougher than expected and Dany’s knees hit the pavement hard. Jon was quick to bring her to her feet. The surroundings were darker and dirtier than she was used to and she suddenly became aware of the groups of men staring at her as they passed by.  Dany was used to people looking at her with respect and admiration - but this was something else. These men were looking at her in a way that made her icy with panic.  “Jon,” she whispered, but he was already drawing his sword.  “Kneel before your queen!”  His show of force was answered with quizzical expressions.  “Stop, Jon!” she said, grabbing his arm. “You can’t Wall here!” 

[mariyanas]

jonerys summer lovin’ 2k22 - fairytales ↘ beauty and the beast

he listened to the howling of the wolves, the woods alive in the dead of night. they’re calling out for him, beckoning him to join the pack. alas, the full moon finally rose and he’s drunk at the sight of it, rabid and wild. along with it bloomed the hideous visage he’s been hiding from her, that of the wolf. she’s seen the worst of me, the monster i become. panic filled his chest at these thoughts, his laboured breathing growing louder. anger began to coil in the depths of him, consuming him whole. it’s unfair, he thought, for who could ever love a beast? 

a lithe hand reached out for him, trembling midair. he twitched, a low rumble of a growl echoing in the dark as she traced her fingertips along his muddied fur, tracing constellations onto his skin the way she had the previous night when they laid as man and woman. 

“you’re beautiful, jon.” moonlight glimmered in her eyes as the stars twinkled against her silver tresses. “no matter what you will become, i still love you till the end.” 

[leesielex]

Hiii Bunny! If you're still taking prompts I have a couple

Fluffy - “You know I have a soft spot for your stupid puppy dog eyes,”

Smutty - “Take off your shirt.”

Your pick 🤭. Thaaank you! 😘

I feel like this is a little morbid too. Not sure what is up with that for me lately. lol. But it also has a Happy Ending. Jon and Dany will always have happy endings in my opinion.

“You know I have a soft spot for your stupid puppy dog eyes?”

Jon pulled into the grocery store parking lot and drove until he found a spot. It was crowded during the holiday weekend, the independence day celebration was only a couple of days away. Nothing said, “Happy Banishment of the Others” like blowing shit up with a crap ton of fireworks and getting wasted on cheap beer and fruity festive blue cocktails.

The responsible and socially aware part of him loathed the added pollution to the environment and the degredation of such a historical event to drunken parties, but it was tradition and he felt obligated to celebrate. He knew Dany felt the same way as she rolled her eyes at the excessive displays of blue-colored everything, made into ice shapes. He met her eyes when they passed a man in full Night King costume and they had to duck into the next aisle before they burst into laughter.

They quickly filled their cart with steaks, hamburgers, and hot dogs, as well as all the fixin’s for acceptable sides. It was difficult to find everything they needed as the shelves had been nearly picked clean already but they made do. After waiting in a ridiculous line with half the cash registers not even opened, they were loading up the cart and headed to the Stark Estate.

Robb, Arya, and Bran had traveled to the fireworks store and stocked up on every type of colorful and loud explosive they could find. The Starks had a lot of land on their property making it the perfect place to have their own fireworks show. Jon and Dany had volunteered to buy the food.

Jon would help his Uncle Ned man the grill while Dany would help Aunt Cat and Sansa in the kitchen making the sides and desserts. As he turned on the main road in town, he cursed at the traffic. When they finally broke free of it, he sped away, his foot on the gas.

Dany grabbed his hand. “Slow down, cops are everywhere,” she warned, her head nodding to the sheriff's vehicle hidden up ahead. 

“Thanks,” Jon replied, turning his palm up to thred their fingers together and gave her hand a grateful squeeze. He took his foot off the pedal and let the car cruise to a more reasonable speed. 

He turned left and heard Dany scream before he heard the tires squeal of the car in front of him and then the unmistakable thump of hitting something. The car screeched to a stop, Jon stopping behind it. To their horror, the car then sped away, leaving the thing they hit in the middle of the road. 

Dany had tears in her eyes as she slowly opened the door to check what lay there. Jon sat stunned but hurried after her when the car door closing shook him out of his shock. When he reached her side, she was crouched down, examining the scene. 

His heart ached as he saw a ball of white fur, blood, and dirt showing the animal’s injuries. “Poor baby,” Dany cooed at the large dog, it’s chest still rising as it breathed, thankfully. He looked down, hearing the whines of pain, as red eyes met his. “Jon, what do we do?” Her voice cracked as she spoke, his chest clenching in reaction.

He reached into his back pocket and dialed the phone number of the local police station. When he ended the call he reached down and scooped up the dog as gently as he could, bringing him to the car and trying his best not to jostle it as he walked. Dany ran ahead and opened the door for him, hopping in the back to keep the dog calm and provide comfort. Then he booked it to the nearest animal hospital, careful of any bump or turn. 

Waiting on the cops to arrive at a scene the perpetrator already left seemed ill-advised as the dog may have died. During a holiday weekend, who knew how long they would have to wait, so he let them know what had happened and they could meet them at the animal hospital or he would go to the station afterward. Dany called Robb on the way so he could come pick up the groceries in the trunk before they spoiled.

They ran to the front desk begging for help, a receptionist standing and coming around the partition to lead them into a back room. Jon laid the animal down on the metal table, as soon as he did Dany was there, stroking the white fur ever so gently and whispering encouraging and soothing words. Bless her sweet heart, he thought as he watched her.

She noticed a collar around the dog’s neck with a nametag, “Ghost”, it read. “What a perfect name for such a beautiful puppers. You’re a good boy, Ghost. Yes, you are,” Dany told him.

The vet walked in then, a family friend named Davos. The Starks had a lot of animals, including horses and dogs of their own, so they were very familiar with him and trusted him implicitly. He greeted them kindly and examined Ghost. 

“We will need to get x-rays. It looks like Ghost has a broken leg, but we need to be sure he doesn’t have any more serious injuries. I will need to ask you to wait outside, but we will come and get you when we know more,” Davos told them, the assistant walking them back to the waiting room as they readied a syringe to give to Ghost so he wouldn't move and cause further injury and ease his suffering.

As they waited, Robb grabbed the groceries, and an officer showed up to take their statement. Dany was able to remember a couple letters and numbers from the license plate and Jon knew the make and model. The officer, Edd Tollett, gave them his card and promised to contact them if he found anything.

An hour later the assistant was calling them and they followed her into the room. Ghost was laying on the table with a cone around his head and a cast around his front leg. They had cleaned him up and he required a few stitches, but overall Davos said he was lucky. There didn’t seem to be any internal bleeding and he was expected to make a full recovery. 

They asked Davos to check for a microchip, but he was unable to locate one. The dog tag only had his name and the vet had no records of Ghost visiting before. They were given the option of taking him home, while they tried to find Ghost’s owners, or calling the local animal shelter or rescue. 

Davos left them alone a moment to discuss it. When the door clicked closed he turned around to find Dany looking up at him, her wide violet eyes pleading as her lower lip jutted out in a pout.

“Dany…”

“Please, Jon. We can’t let Ghost go to the shelter. He is injured and they may put him down. His injuries are expensive and they are more likely to euthanize him than pay for his recovery," she begged.

He ran his hands through his dark curls. They hadn’t discussed getting a pet before and he wasn’t sure they could handle the extra burden with their busy work schedules. But when Dany looked at him like that it was impossible to refuse her. He stepped up to Ghost and felt a wet scratchy tongue lick his hand. 

Jon sighed. “You know I have a soft spot for your stupid puppy dog eyes.” He wasn’t sure if he spoke to Dany or the damn dog, as it’s red eyes found his. 

She squealed and lept into his arms. “Thank you! Thank you,” she screamed in his ear. 

Jon flinched at her happy squeal, then wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, chuckling and smiling at her excited reaction. “You still have to try to find his owner. Some kid may be crying for their lost pet.”

“I know. I promise. And if no one comes to claim him, then we can keep him.” Her smirk was conspiratory as she scratched Ghost behind his ears. 

He rolled his eyes and went to pick up Ghost to carry him to the car. Dany stopped at the lobby to pay the bill and Davos handed them a packet of instructions and some pain medications. They took Ghost with them to the Starks, where they would already have any supplies they would need until they could get to the store and buy some.

After the celebration they took him home and posted on all their social media accounts, the pictures looking pitiful with the poor dog miserable in the annoying cone around his neck. Weeks went by without finding the owner, only tons of responses of how adorable and offering to adopt. The longer time went by, the more Jon fell in love with the mutt, though he would never admit it to Dany, her smug satisfy smile grating his nerves every time she caught the two together.

He grumbled as the dog curled up with him on the couch, Dany smirking knowingly at him. He pretended to be annoyed, but she knew he loved Ghost as much as Dany did despite his mummer's farce. He had to hand it to his beautiful wife, she did put all her efforts into finding Ghost's owners, even posting flyers in local shops and restaurants.

The police called a few weeks later, letting them know the suspect had been caught. Joffrey Baratheon was charged, but his parents hired some expensive lawyer and he got off with a slap on the wrist. Dany was livid ranting about the corrupt system. Jon couldn't say he didn't agree with her, but it was sadly a part of life.

After six months, and no owner stepping forward, they went down to the city building and registered Ghost, getting him a dog license and making him officially a part of their family. They took him to Davos to be microchipped and they bought him a new red collar to and added his dog license to his name tag. As they sat down, Dany handed him a small box with a ribbon on top.

"What's this for? It's not my birthday or Christmas?" He panicked for a moment thinking he may have forgotten an anniversary but that wasn't possible since their anniversary was still a few months away.

"Just open it," she insisted, bouncing with excitement.

When he opened it, a picture of them and Ghost lay in it. He picked it up about to thank her when he noticed a strange picture beneath it. It was a thin piece of paper, smooth and black and white. It seemed a jumble at first glance but then the picture became clearer.

"Dany... does this mean?" His eyes became glassy though a hopeful smile graced his lips.

"Yes, our family of three is about to grow by one more again."

He pounced on her, kissing her face and her lips, overjoyed at the news.

"Looks like you are going to have another set of puppy dog eyes you can't resist to look forward to soon enough," she joked, her hands going to her stomach instinctively.

He placed his own on top of hers where their child now grew. Ghost trotted over to join them, nudging his wet nose against their hands as if he knew his little brother or sister was there.

"I can't wait," he whispered, knowing their child would likely have him wrapped around their little finger from the moment they were born.

[libradoodle1]

Libra! Happy belated birthday I’m sorry my present is so late, I think @youwerenevermine teased it to you, a drabble to go with her gorgeous moodboard. 🥰 Since it’s taking forever, here is a belated gift— a teaser!

Sweet, lovely, beautiful Dany though was trying. it had been her idea. She wanted to get him back to nature, since he had moved south from Winterfell to King's Landing for her, for her job and sh eknew he missed the cold North. They couldn't get all the way up to Winterfell so the Vale was the closest thing.

He had other plans for his birthday, but kept his mouth shut, as she did the best she could. Each time he tried to change the subject, to get to a point where, maybe he could do what the'd been planning to do for the last six months, and Dany did something to upend the situation.

In her quest to give him the perfect birthday, Dany was somehow messing it up.

Bless her, he thought, as she had zero idea.

He thought of the ring buried deep in his inner coat pocket; ecah time she'd gone to shake out the coat, he'd pounced on it. After three days, he suspected she just thought him oddly attached to the garment. It had been in his head for months he would propose on his birthday. Knowing Dany, she would do somethin gspecial as she had the entire five years they were together, and he would turn the tables on her and ask her to marry him, as the best birthday gift he could ever have.

"Dany," he began. He was going to do it. Right here, right now. With dried blood on his face and a filthy smelly dog and mountain goat shit scattered through the camp. He stood up and went over to stop her from trying to make the terrible camp coffee she'd gotten at the sporting goods store. It tasted like oil. "Dany, you're freezing, here." He had a great idea; he took off his coat and went to drape it over her shoulders, but she stood so fast, she knocked him backwards.

"Oh! I'm sorry!"

He wheezed, having hit a log on the ground hard. "No problem!" Bloody seven hells.

Dany looked upa t the sky, a fresh rumble of thunder. "Seven hells!" she screamed, stomping her foot in a most un-Dany-like fashion. Her silver braids were a knotted, dirty mess on her shoulders and she was almost in tears. "I looked at the weather, I swear I did!"

"We weren't planning on coming this high up," he tried to comfort her, but she wouldn't hear it.

"This has been a diaster, I'm sick of it!" She kicked over the coffee can, sending it into the flames, which spout up and caught. They both stared at it. Maybe it was oil. She sniffed, her nose red and slightly swollen from the cold. She was getting sick too, but he wouldn't tell her that. She refused to believe it.

He stood up and reached for her, drawing her close. "Dany, shhh, it's alright. It's been fun!"

"You're lying."

"No I'm not, you know I can't lie!" And indeed, he couldn't, because his ears were turning pink and he was trying to avoid her piercing violet eyes, accusing him. He heaved a deep sigh. "I think maybe camping just isn't our thing."

"But it's supposed to be fun!"

"Hmm." Yes, but this definitely wasn't. He scratched his beard. "Maybe it's the Vale." It was cursed or something. It was just rocky and cold and rainy. Definitely not the mountains in winterfell.

Dany snuggled into his chest, her voice muffled. "I wanted you to have a good birthday."

"It is a good birthday!"

"Jon, the mountain goats ran off with your cake!"

Aye, they did. They'd discovered it this morning when she wanted to present it to him, but found it missing. Or else Ghost ate it. He was betting Ghost ate it.

Omg, Mags!!! 😂😂😂😂❤️❤️❤️

First off, thank you so much! I had no idea the camp story you were going to write was for me! 🥹. Erika told me and I just chalked it up to Mag’s and her million one ideas! So thank you making me one of the million and ones 😍🤭

I’m a sucker for camp fics. And humor! Cracky humor, specifically, and this made me giggle. The oil coffee that he’s forcing himself to drink, the bloody face, awful weather, being knocked on his ass…😂 Poor Jon! But ofc he loves his Dany so much so he goes along for the proposal 😍

However, I wasn’t prepared for the goat running away with his cake!!! Wth???!!! 🤣🤣🤣 The image of that is too much.

Thank you so much! You’re so sweet to write a story for me. This teaser was so funny I can’t wait to read the entire thing.

[angryminion]

Hello 👋

38. things you said when you were sick 😷 - Please drabble “You're a mean one, Mr. Snow” or just Jonerys!!!

Thanks so much 🌸

Oh, thank you for the ask 🥰 I love this one & "You're a Mean One, Mr. Snow" at that? I may or may not have gotten a little excited and had to rein myself in a bit. I've missed asshole!Jonerys more than I realized 😏 So...without further ado, I present a Jonerys drabble. -----------

“I’m going to fucking murder you, Snow,” Dany said, plucking more tissue out of the box.

“Why would you want to deprive the world of this?” He gestured to himself. “By doing something as idiotic as that? And while I do think you could look attractive in prison orange, I’m not entirely sure what I did to deserve such a reaction.”

Jon’s feigned look of innocence made her want to throttle him, repeatedly, but at this rate if she moved her body more than an inch in either direction, she was sure she was going to pass out. She hated being sick under normal circumstances and this was everything except normal and the last thing she needed was to be taken out by a fucking cold.

“It wasn’t any one thing, and you know it, you jackass. You’re the whole reason I’m knocking on death’s door, and you can’t even be bothered to muster up a shred of human decency and take responsibility for it.”

Dany huffed and instantly regretted it, immeasurably when her sinuses tightened. She tried to blow her nose and only managed to make it worse, which she hadn’t thought was possible. After all, what could be worse than struggling to breathe through your nose for hours on end after catching some ungrateful prick’s secondhand germs?

You damn well know what, she thought.

At that precise moment, she wanted nothing more than to lay down, but her body had other plans. While laying on her left side, usually provided relief for all her other symptoms, it made her stuffy nose, stuffier. And leaning to the right help drain some of the gunk blocking her nasal passages but caused terrible pain in her back that didn’t seem to outweigh the reward of a little bit of clean breathing.

“We both know that I’ve done something completely against my character and apologized a million times for it. For all of it, not that it was entirely my fault.” She opened her mouth to argue – really just for the sake of it, but he cut her off. “Not pointing fingers, I’m just saying. After everything else…you getting sick probably could have been avoided by doing one simple thing.”

His response only solidified her thirst for violence against him.

While he wasn’t wrong, per se, he didn’t have to be so damn smug about it – especially in her current predicament. He really was the fucking worst.

“Oh yea, cause how was I supposed to manage that when you were clutching on me for dear life while you were sick, whining, ‘Dany, I need you. I’m dying…don’t leave me alone,’ over and over again like the dramatic child that you are?”

Jon rolled his eyes and shoved a spoon full of soup in her direction, muttering, “eat the damn soup before you waste away and I’m forced to carry your ass to the emergency room.” She reluctantly swallowed it. “Didn’t know you cared that much. And by the way…this soup…smells like ass!”

“Good, gods. There just is no pleasing you, is there?”

“There is, but shitty smelling soup isn’t my doing. Perhaps, now you’re rethinking that overenthusiasm about all the ‘hate’ sex you wanted to have, since the consequences of your actions are coming back to bite you. Or did you not expect someone that shares your genes to be insanely difficult to deal with?”

He sat the bowl down on the nightstand and placed a hand on her rounded belly. “I love you, but I still hate your mother with a passion.”

“Careful there. That passion is partly why we’re here. Besides, you know what they say about love and hate…thin line and all of that. And if I remember correctly, sick you, absolutely loved me. So, think about that next time you go mouthing off.”

[lawonderlandwriter]

was that the 1st time Jon saw Dany in Alone In The Woods With A Wolf?

Great question anon and I’m gonna be totally honest, I hadn’t actually thought of it. He definitely wanted her because he was watching her masturbate and the wolf in him decided she was ‘ready’ to be claimed. But I’m going to headcanon right here right now that no, it wasn’t the first time.

He had been watching her for ages. The silver haired beauty in the red cloak. She always smelled of lemon cakes and honey. The first time he had caught the scent of her, it had stirred memories in him he had thought long forgotten. Of the time before, when he was just a boy. Before the bite. 

Sometimes his silver beauty sang softly to herself as she walked. He could imagine himself laying in an open meadow, the sun kissing his bare, human skin, and her sweet voice lulling him to sleep. 

The journey she took was always the same. A long arduous trek several villages over. She never travelled with a companion, and so he had taken it upon himself, whenever he came across her, to walk in parallel with her, silently through the woods. She had never spotted him, but he was always there. Keeping watch. Making sure no harm befell her. 

She was of an age with him. Nearly a woman grown. She didn’t seem to have a mate... suitor. That was what humans called them. Sometimes he forgot the words, living mostly in his wolf skin for the last... however many years, he had lost count. But watching her made him want to inhabit his human form more. He was somewhat unfamiliar with how they went about courtship. How they determined it was time to mate. 

He knew how wolves went about. Had witnessed it several times. But people. A man and a woman. He couldn’t remember. His parents had been human, of course. But he had been too young to go through it himself, before... Before. 

He wanted to now though, more than anything.

The first time he had seen her touch herself, he hadn’t quite understood what she was doing. She had been lying in a very vulnerable position, in the middle of the woods, eyes closed, skirts pulled up, and making little whimpery sounds that, at first, alarmed him. But then she had sat up, face flushed and smiling. And he realized the act, though incredibly different, seemed familiar to him.    

The next time he saw her like that, he dared to get a little closer. Sniffed wildly until he caught her scent on the wind. Oh yes, he knew what she was doing now. The scent notes were slightly different from other female animals, and from his human male form. But he recognized them all the same. Arousal. And the little sounds she made. They were more high pitched than his own, but he understood. Pleasure, as he often did. It was one of the reasons he ever bothered to change into his human skin anymore. In wolf form it was possible but not as satisfying. 

He wanted to satisfy her. He wanted her to make those sounds for him and him alone. He wanted to lick her and kiss her and fill her with his seed. He wanted to make her his own. And perhaps it was that driving desire suddenly filling him that made him behave so recklessly. That made him walk right up so he could watch her beautiful face as she experienced her peak. He was still in his wolf skin for goodness’ sake. 

But he had a feeling she was just as wild on the inside as he was. The only thing to do now, was take her back to his little cabin in the woods, and find out just how much...  

...Wasn’t planning to write this little drabble today but what can I say? You inspired me anon! 

And in case anyone missed it, here’s Chapter 1!

[magalidragon]

I’m not proud! I want “hey” with a raspy voice. 😂

Sorry this took longer than I thought but naturally I got really into the actual plot when it should just be a Drabble, lol.

I hope you like it! It's set in a random universe not in any other current fic AUs.

“Hey.”

It’s said in a raspy voice, a simple word. “Hey.” Yet it causes her toes to curl, the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end, and her palms to sweat. 

She swallows, glancing up over the top of her glasses. “Hey,” she replies, fumbling a little with the books and study guides, as he takes a seat across from her. He’s still in scrubs, his dark curls pulled back, and he’s tired, but manages a smile as he takes out his books. She shoves a packet of papers at him. “These are for you, I made you a copy.”

“Thanks.” The rasp is still there. He sometimes sounds like he smokes ten packs of cigarettes a day, but she knows it's just from fatigue and maybe the vape he sneaks when he thinks no one is looking. Then sheepishly admits to and says "I know I'm a doctor, but it's a bad habit."

She feels like a teenager around him, not a serious resident, preparing to take her boards. The sooner they were over, the sooner she could get back to focusing on her patients and <i>not</i> her study partner or the overwhelming threat of not getting board certified in her specialty of choice. Things like <i>crushes</i> were for children.

Also apparently her.

He looks up when the barista calls his name and gets back to his feet, rather wearily, trudging over to the bar, where he smiles politely. The barista looks like she's about to faint. He's absolutely clueless.

She's never met a man so oblivious to the effect he had on anyone around him, men, women, children, nothing. He just seems to go through life like a raspy-voiced, super sexy, slightly rumpled and incredibly kind saint. She has to wonder what lies beneath his perfect exterior. No one could be that perfect. There has to be a dark side. She's always wondered.

Her best friend insists he must have a secret family or he's a criminal on the run.  Maybe he's gay, Missy had suggested, but then Dany remembers how a patient dumped a water cup on her shirt and his gaze had lingered just a second longer when she'd walked off to deal with the soaking white t-shirt she'd been wearing.  Not gay, just extremely clueless.

They are the oldest in their residency class so they bonded a little over that. Fire and ice, their boss Olenna Tyrell had said on the first day. The tiny silver-haired pixie and the hard-as-steel dark-haired wolf. They've been working together for almost five years now; she in pediatric emergency medicine and he, in trauma medicine. They ended up bonding when he moved down to spend more time in the emergency room. Now, it's been months of prepping for the test that arrives in less than a week. 

They'd be traveling together, she thinks, biting hard on the end of her pen, which is already chewed up. Saving money on that. The boards are taking place at a hotel in White Harbor.  It's a five hour drive from Winterfell, Queen Alysanne's Memorial Hospital, where he's lived his entire life and she moved up from Dragonstone for her residency. 

She thinks it may kill her. 

Tension has been building for…well the first couple years she was lucky to have someone who just wasn’t out to stab her and betray her, residency was brutal like that. Then he became a friend and she feared ruining their friendship. 

Now?

Now the crush consumes her, and each time he says “hey” with that raspy Northern accent she wants to jump his bones and give him mouth-to-mouth.  Also to see if his arse is really as shapely as it appears even in scrubs, which should be criminal. No one should look good in scrubs.  Yet he does.  It’s so unfair.

He sits back down with his coffee, a massive cup that she knows is filled to the brim with steaming black tar, which is how he prefers it. He takes a long chug; coming off shift, no wonder he’s in need of the boost. “Alright,” he says, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth.  He exhales hard. He flips to the part of their study materials they’d left off at and tugs his flashcards towards him. “Quiz me.”

<i>Fuck me</i>.

Her mind is horrific. She closes her eyes hard. “I can’t concentrate,” she mutters.

“It’s almost over Dany,” he says kindly, clueless to her angst. He pats her hand, his fingers lingering over her slightly upturned wrist, where she has three tiny dragons tattooed. “We’ll be real, official doctors once we pass these things.”

They sort of are “real official doctors” with medical degrees and white coats, but once they pass the boards, that’s when they get their license in their chosen field. It’s when they official end residency and become real life long coat doctors. Except she can’t <i>think.</i> She removes her hand from his and slams her books closed, taking a deep breath, her cheeks flaming, her brain fighting against this highly unnatural urge she has to just <i>say it</i>. 

“Jon, I have something to tell you.”

He looks up, concerned, his dark brows furrowing. “Are you alright? Are you sick?”

“I just…I can’t concentrate on the boards on…on anything because…” She closes her eyes hard, and stutters out, fast and nervous: “Because I like you and it’s kind of killing me and I really just want to kiss you and I think once I kiss you, it will all go away and we can go back to being friends, forget everything, and then take these boards, and…and go back to normal.”

Normal, being whatever the seven hells it was between them once kissing was out of the way. 

Once the <i>crush</i> went away.

He blinked at her, his lips parting slightly. She watched his gray irises widen around his pupils, before the pupil began to dilate.  <i>Attraction</i>, her doctor brain began to tell her, going through the body’s biological response to sexual stimuli. Or maybe he was having a stroke. 

Maybe she was having a stroke.

“A kiss?” he echoed. He waved his finger between them, swallowing hard. “You think…if we kiss…you can…you can end a crush you have on me and…and…then things…can go back to…normal?”

He’s piecing out the words, trying to fit it all together. She nods quickly. “Yes,” she blurts. 

“Oh.”

They’re silent, and then he ducks his head.  <i>Oh gods</i>. She’s truly ruined this.  “Or,” she says, hurrying, and gathering her things, embarrassed, her face flaming hot, her palms sweating, and heart sinking. “We pretend that nothing ever happened and I go home and I jump off my roof and…”

Suddenly his hands are around her cheeks, scratchy palms on her soft skin, and his lips are over hers, and then she’s falling into him, and grabbing the front of his scrub shirt, before her fingers dive to his curls, pulling at them lightly. He’s gentle and mindful they’re in the middle of a bloody coffee shop, but she feels his tongue lightly brushing over her lower lip and she opens slightly to allow him to tease at hers, before they’re both pulling back, staring wide-eyed at each other. 

And bloody hell. 

The crush has now exploded into full on fucking love, she’s sure of it. 

“Jon,” she breathes, holding onto his wrists.  

He smiles, shy, and mumbles, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day of residency, Dany.”

Now it’s her turn to be dumbfounded.  “Oh.”

He nods and separates completely, hands dropping to their books. She does the same.  

“Wanna’ get out of here?” they both blurt out at the same time.  

“Yes,” they both reply. 

Several hours later, as she stirs in his arms, waking from a lovely nap after finally discovering what truly lay under those scrubs– absolute perfection, of course– she hears a slight rasp in her ear.

“Hey.”

And she’s smiling, nuzzling closer, whispering, contentedly: “Hey.”

[ashleyfanfic]

Jonerys dialogue prompt requested here and I just wanted to say a very heartfelt thank you for that fluffy Drabble you wrote with Dany caring for a sick Jon it legit made me smile all day and was so lovely and sweet!!! Thank you so much for your talents! The Jonerys fandom is truly so lucky to have you!! Thank you again it was so perfect I loved it so much!!

You’re so welcome! I’m glad it put a smile on your face. It also helped remind me how much I love writing them.

[blackhawkschild-blog]

Happy Father’s Day

This is just a small snippet from the same universe as These Scars Heal Over Time for @aenarsnow, the amazing father, husband, brother, son and best friend I could have ever hoped to have in my life. Even on your low days, you never fail to put a smile on my face when you prove over and over again how beautiful your heart is; no matter how hard you find it to give yourself some credit. Love you loads, my love, and Happy Father’s Day. I hope you know you’re getting spoiled today 💚💚💚

((Apologies for having no moodboards; Aenar is the more creative one out of the two of us 💚💚💚))

She could hear the squeals and giggles as her eyes fluttered open, a smile spreading across her face as she pulled the covers closer to her while snuggling deeper into her husband’s embrace. It was the only day of the week that he didn’t wake at 6am to go for his morning run so she took all the advantages of laying in with his arms around her. He made a low grumbling sound, face buried in her hair as he subconsciously pulled her closer. It was then she felt the small hands tugging on the covers before Aemon and Naerys pulled themselves up onto the bed. Pressing a soft kiss to his bare chest, she rolled over and opened her arms to accept the giggling twins.

“Mama, mama,” Aemon started, settling his chin against the curve of her breast while Naerys sat in the small spot between her and Jon. “Can we get Papa’s pwesents? Pwetty pwease?” he requested, glancing over at his father’s still sleeping form. While her brother started to ramble, Naerys lay down, taking her mother’s spot to snuggle against her father. Her own copy rubbed at her eyes sleepily, disturbing her purple glasses for a moment before her eyes slipped closed and she started to dose.

Daenerys chuckled, leaning down to rub her nose against her son’s. A quick glance at the clock at the side of her bed told her it was far too early to wake Jon, or Maegelle for that matter, she hummed as she focused her attention on her baby boy. “How about we go back to sleep for a while and then we’ll wake Papa and Mae? That okay?” she whispered, smiling when Aemon seemed to ponder the idea.

Eventually, he nodded, laying his ear against her heart. “Okay, Mama. We go sleeps again,” he whispered, eyes slipping closed when she brought her hand to his head and gently brushed her fingers through his hair. She chuckled lightly, pressing a kiss to the four-year-old’s head. He truly was his father’s son; no place was better to sleep than pressing their ear to her heart. Settling down once more, she twisted her head to look at Jon and Naerys, smiling at the sight of no wrinkles or frowning on her husband’s face. And she’d make sure today was going to be a good day.

[adecila]

'cause it was never mine

Dany would give anything to go back in time. Anything. Some days she wished to go back to the moments before she met Jon, sparing herself of all the heartbreak. Other days, she wished she had said something--anything--after they first hooked up and he said he didn't want take it any further. How stupid was she to think she would be able to keep it casual? As much as she kept her own heart guarded, locked away behind doors as thick as the Wall itself, nothing in her life had prepared her for Jon.

Falling in love was the last thing she wanted to do. But falling in love with him, it seemed, was never her choice. Still, she couldn't blame him.

Jon didn't do relationships. He wasn't the monogamous type (his words, not hers). For the longest time she used to approach his late night calls with a detached sense of self. She'd get lost in the moment, her body responding to his every touch of its own volition. She wasn't Dany anymore with him; she was whatever and whoever he decided.

She successfully convinced him she was content with their arrangement--they only discussed it once. Still, occasionally, when she'd take his teasing too seriously or when she'd zone out, he would ask if she was alright. Sometimes she wished he was different--that when she replied she was fine, he wouldn't believe her and take it for what it really was: a desperate attempt at a last line of defence. Perhaps the reason she liked Jon so much was because he never really did or say what she expected him.

He didn't have to be so damn charming, though. Just as he didn't have to whisk her away from every boring date and listen to her rants; but he did. Or buy cheap Dornish wine and make her drink it straight from the bottle, sitting on one of the wooden bridges in the city and trash talk all the horrible men in her life.

Once, he messaged her to meet him on the lower bank, just below the bridge (their spot). When she got there, he was waiting for her with a bottle of bubbly--not the cheap kind-- two glasses, and a plastic basket of fresh strawberries. She laughed at him (even teased him about being her only good date of the decade) and refused to sit on the grass. But Jon pulled her down in his lap, claiming that he didn't mind the grass stains on his jeans. By the time the sun went down they finished the bottle and the strawberries. They barely made it back to his flat--the closest to them--stopping too many times to kiss in between giggles as people shot them scandalised looks. She didn't care.

That night, Jon fucked her until she could no longer walk. She fell asleep without asking if she could stay over. He woke her up two more times, his dick pressed against her lower back, before they both crashed again. The third time it was she who woke him up.

That was a month ago.

When does a behaviour become habit? Is it when the subject willingly repeats it time and time again? Is there such a thing as a minimum number of repetitions for it to be considered a habit? Were all their multiple late night walks along the river enough to qualify as such? Were their constant hook-ups that?

There was no label to their relationship--there couldn't be. Because that's not who he was. If anyone would even suggest it, he'd shoot it down and retreat into himself, cast her out. It happened once; the worst five days of her life.

So when Jon called her that morning to tell her about his latest hook up, she got up and pushed down all her feelings, locking them away in a distant part of her heart, dressed up and met him at the small café in the corner. She listened to him as he gushed over some nameless faceless girl, while he smoked his cigarette and she bit her tongue almost until it bled.

Thank god for the late August sun for allowing her to hide her tears, once again, behind her big sunglasses. He'd forget about this one soon, and come back to her, as he always did.

[targsdaenerys]

19

sorry this took awhile, anon! but thank you for sending something in, these prompts are a nice warmup for writing:)

19: “The paint is supposed to go where?”

painting the stars for us (quite literally)

“What uh… What are you doing?”  

Dany snapped her head to the doorway where Jon was. For a few moments now, he had watched her transfer a paint brush from a small pot to the skin of her forearm.

“Oh, hey.”  Her makeup was enhancing her features, especially in the sun light. More than usual at least - but it made sense since Prom called for things to be…enhanced. “I’m painting.”

“Right now? With your senior prom in a few hours?”

“Exactly.” She added a small touch. “Where is Sansa?” 

“She just texted me, saying her hair appointment’s running late. Wanted me to see if you needed help or anything.”

Dany’s gaze lingered on him for a moment. Sansa and Arya’s older brother… Always around, but distant. Yet he and Dany have become friends as well. They never hung out alone, at least not a lot, but when they were with the group, they always seemed attached at the hip. It was something of a group joke. But from what Dany could read, it was…sort of an instinct. Ever since her messy brother situation with Viserys being in and out of rehab, Robb and Jon always stepped up to be her own older brotherly figures. She and John were just more alike.

Their bond had grown as they had gotten older. Even as he went off to college, when they should have drifted. She would be lying to herself if she said she hadn’t thought of them being something more. Jon would be, too. Dany wasn’t deaf to all the girls saying what boyfriend-material he was when he was a senior and they were sophomores. Nor did Jon pretend he couldn’t hear them. He just chose to ignore them. 

“Um,” she returned to painting. “Just wait a minute.”

He took that as a cue to enter the room, so he stood behind her, scanning over the gold and silver pots of paint covering the vanity along with star gems and bobby-pins. He followed her next brushstroke across her pale skin. It joined a sparkly line to several others along with a cluster of dots. 

Dany sat back, admiring the work she had done, and then glanced up at him. 

“You’re staring. It’s making me anxious about messing up.”

“I’m curious as to what you would be messing up in the first place.”

She gave a dramatic eye roll with a sigh as she went to stand. “Men.”

Jon was going to protest, but her hard stare cut him off as he took the full look in.

“Sansa and I have a theme. She’s Sun and Day, I’m Moon and Night.” 

The paint on her arms were constellations. Her eyes were outlined with gold and speckled with stars, a crescent acting as a faux beauty mark.

“- Oh. Well, that’s cool.” she gave him a sheepish smile. “You look pretty.”

Once again, she rolled her eyes, this time diverting eye contact. “I don’t even have my dress on yet.”

He looked over her shoulder at the dress hanging from Sansa’s closet. It was a dusty bluish-grey, gold leaf embellishments covering it spaciously. The neckline was a mix of a modest V. Jon suddenly wished to see her in it. “Doesn’t mean I’m lying.”

“I suppose so.” She stood in minimal wear - a bralette and athletic shorts - perhaps to avoid smudging.

“Is Sansa painting, too?”

The pair had done the same theme idea last year. They always went all out. 

“Yea, but more of a wash. A lot of highlight.”

He barely knew what that meant but nodded anyway. Dany appeared to start to think for a moment, that familiar scrunch forming between her eyebrows. “Shit.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Thankfully she didn’t seem stressed. But the disappointment was clear.

“I was going to ask Sansa to put some on my back. I can’t do it myself.” dany wrung her finger against the back of the chair and sighed. She looked over the supplies and met his gaze in the mirror. “Would - would you be able to do it?”

“Me?” he scoffed. “I’m…I’m no painter.”

“Its lines and dots.”

“Still -”

She grabbed the pot and brushes and pushed them into his hands. “C’mon. Only a few.”

Dany turned around again. Jon’s eye shifted between the supplies and her bare back. The straps of her bralette were strapped around her neck, so the only thing interjecting was the hook band. Jon brushed a fuzz off her shoulder. Despite the heat of early June, Dany shivered. 

“Do…Do you have a reference, or -”

“Oh - yeah. Here.” she passed a paper over his shoulder. Jon led her to the side of the chair so he could place the paper on the table. 

“Does it matter -”

“- No, no,” she said breathly. “It’s fine. Whatever one you want.”

“Okay.”

He picked the Warrior, since it reminded him most of her, and the idea of it mirroring her back would be cool. It only spanned the top half of her back, though. He brushed a hand on her shoulder. 

“That’s one,” Jon murmured. Dany nodded hurriedly. Her throat contracted, and they met eyes once again in the mirror before he kneeled. The next was Sagittarius. Although, jon underestimated it, and almost ran into the bra strap. He tried be polite about it and lift it a bit, but that idea was stupid, since it would get paint on it anyway. Even if he moved it up. He didn’t have the sense of leverage with his hand at the dip of her waist, either.

Dany caught his dilemma. “Here.” She reached behind herself and unhooked the bra, holding the front fabric to her chest in an effort to still be covered. He barely had time to widen his eye, react at all, even, before she broke out in a shaky joke; “Oh Jon, it’s no big deal. You’ve re-tied my bikini at the pool more than once.”

Well, yes, that’s true. But she had never untied the bikini on purpose. For him. Especially in front of a mirror.

He focused solely on the constellation. Her neck twisted slightly to watch him.

“Oh, I’m sorry but -” she cleared her throat. “Can you just - can you go a little lower, please? The paint’s - the paint’s…”

As she trailed off, Jon pulled back slightly to look at the full expanse of her back. He was starting the constellation nearly at the line of her shorts. The shorts that were already low on her hips.

Jon swallowed, mustering up the sense, the will…

“The paint is supposed to go where?” he murmured, softly pushing her on. 

“Um - my dress. The back is low cut. I was thinking, well…nevermind.”

“Dany, tell me. I’ll do it.“ At this point he knew what she wanted. He just wanted to hear her say it.

“For the designs to disappear under the fabric. It’s alright, though. Really. It’s probably too weird. I don’t even think im wearing underwear, i just through these shorts on -”

Her rambling broke into a small gasp as he pressed his lips to the base of her spine. Right above the hem of her shorts.

Jon stood up when she didn’t pull away, taking the pressure from his knees, setting the brushes aside and traveling up her torso with care to the paint. He glanced briefly in the mirror, just enough to catch her widened, curious eyes, before dropping another kiss on her shoulder. His lips stayed there as her head leaned into his.

She dropped her arms as she turned to face him. He kept his eyes leveled with her face despite being well aware of the loosened constricts of the bralette. Dany brought an experimental hand to his neck, to his face, and leaned in.

“Wait,” he stopped, slightly scrunching his eyes shut to not see her disappointment. Don’t you…I’d hate to mess up your makeup.”

She giggled. Jon opened his eyes at the sound, so different despite its familiarity, meeting his brightened ones. “That’s what you’re worried about?

“Well, yes.” Jon rested a hand on her neck and should in effort to not smear anything. “It seems like you’ve spent a lot of time. Lipstick i know is a tricky thi -”

She cut him off by fastening her lips over his. He closed in, sliding against her soft pucker, trying to avoid smudging - 

“I haven’t put lipstick on yet, idiot,” she murmured, rising on her toes. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

And so Jon did, following Dany’s needy instruction after another, wrapping bother hands around her neck and thumbing her jaw. It was fluid, it was complete, it was something he always needed but never knew before until that second.

Eventually they disconnected, breathing the same air, staring into each other’s minds.

“The paint’s supposed to go on my ass. If you can handle it.”

He barely did, but managed.

[mariyanas]

jonerys summer lovin’ 2k22 - time travel ↘ the time traveler's wife au

“now tell me, dany: why on earth would a lovely girl like you want to marry jon snow?”

everyone in the room held a bated breath. jon stiffened beside her but didn’t say anything. daenerys only smiled at ned stark, leaning forward  to say, with enthusiasm, as though he just asked her what flavour of ice cream she liked the best: “because he’s really, really good in bed.”

she watched ned from across the kitchen as he stole a glimpse at jon, who had raised his eyebrow with a grin. ned roared in laughter, pointing a finger at her to say, “i like this girl, son. what took you so long to bring her to me?”

a sigh of relief bloomed from daenerys’s lips, eyes going back and forth between father and son. she continued. “long ago, men went to sea and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for a glimpse of their tiny ship.” reaching out for jon’s hand, she interlaces their fingers together, giving them a tight squeeze. “now i wait for jon. he vanishes unwillingly, without warning. sometimes i feel like it’s been years, an eternity. each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. through each moment i can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. sometimes i ask, ‘why has he gone where i cannot follow?’”