#jonerys modern au

[stilesssolo]

baby I'll come back to you: chapter 11

Chapter 11: must have done something right 'cause all these lights are green

Showing up at the lot where they film The Late Late Show With Podrick Payne feels supremely weird to Jon. 

It’s been years since he was on a talk show, gave an interview of any sort. Davos had warned they’d be doing lots of press leading up to and following the release of Sucker, but the thought of appearing on this show and speaking about himself every single night this week sort of makes his skin crawl. 

He knows it’s just something he’ll have to readjust to. It might even be better this time— knowing that he can pretty much say whatever he wants, won’t have to skirt questions and twist the truth to put forward that perfect, squeaky-clean image Disney was so insistent on. But after so long not having to do any of this, it still feels strange to Jon. 

New chapter is up! Read it here on AO3!

[miss-celestia13]

Wool to Brave the Seasons - Update

~*~

“Actually, if you know what you’re doing, you’ll find it’s easy to please me. Color! Sparkle! Simple.” She said, breathless after running up the stairs as she tugged her keys out of her pants pocket and let them both inside her frigid apartment.

He cursed at the ice-laced air hitting him, shocking a laugh out of her as she caught him shuddering.

“I know. It’s so cold here; I swear I saw a polar bear putting on a jacket earlier.” She said, delighting in drawing another chuckle from him as they approached her Christmas tree.

“You’ll be lucky if the pipes don’t freeze,” he said, but she obstinately refused to entertain the thought.

“They’ll be lucky if I don’t start beating them with the baseball bat I keep by my bed.”

~*~

After convincing him to let her decorate for Christmas, Dany treats Jon to a friendly interrogation and learns he isn’t so quiet after all. She just needed to stop and listen!

[adecila]

our souls, intertwined | Chapter 3 : just between us, did the love affair maim you too?

Because everything in her life felt easier knowing that throughout it all there would be Jon: The buoy that seemed to keep her moored—no longer floating aimlessly, carried by violent waves that threatened to pull her under when she least expected it.

So, yes, she gave him everything she could, and greedily took everything he had to offer in return, acutely aware of the consequences and the risks, yet unable and unwilling to stay away from him. Living for the hope of it all, savouring each stolen kiss, making love on borrowed time, as if the world didn’t risk crumbling down around them should they be discovered.

Almost five months of bliss.

She should have noticed the cracks in their glasshouse.

Read the complete fanfic on AO3

[girlwithakiwi]

There is no godsdamned reason why they've been driving for hours and are still in the North. It is ridiculous. They should have reached the county line three hours, five dozen farms, and an absolutely obscene number of wild turkeys that threatened to make Jon crash his truck ago. And yet here she is, in the passenger seat of her ex's truck, driving down this empty road, crossing through yet another mind-numbingly monotonous valley. Is she in hell? This must be one of the circles of hell.

snippet from like freedom, like rosemary and thyme, in which driving through the North is basically like driving through Nebraska

[leesielex]

So I come with prompts! 🤭 I have 2 dialogue prompts, one is angsty (🥲) and the other fluffy! Your choice! 🤗

1. I hate how much I love you.

2. I love you more than I did yesterday.

Ok, so as expected, I got wordy. Lol. More like a one-shot than a drabble, but hey, I did it! LMK if I should post this to AO3, and Hope you all enjoy! Thank you so so much Moondancer for coming so swiftly with great prompts!

***TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of SA and addiction/drug abuse***

Prompt: I hate how much I love you

Dany entered the same room she comes to every Wednesday. The familiar musty scent reminded her of her Great Uncle Aemon’s house with his old books littering every surface and lining every wall. Stale coffee swirled around her in the hands of every person there. 

She smiled as Jorah came to hug her and asked her how she has been. She laughed and replied the same as she does each week. “I could complain but I shouldn’t.” It became awkward like it always does but she is saved when Missandei reaches her side, handing her own warm cup of coffee. 

Her friend is much taller than her, her own silver tresses barely reaching Missy’s caramel-skinned chin. They walk over to their usual seats at the same table she sits at with a group of women for the year she has been attending the weekly meetings. The first time she sat in the back, blending into the background, silent and sullen. 

She couldn’t stand the bright smiles and hopeful looks in the eyes of everyone around her. The truth was she hadn’t felt anything resembling happiness in so long that the concept felt foreign and out of reach entirely. She didn’t think her face muscles even remembered the motion. 

When the speaker had asked if it was anyone’s first time, she didn’t know what possessed her to raise her hand. She was so lost and tired and desperate to feel anything but numb, it made her braver than she felt. A chorus of ‘welcome’s greeted her as she introduced herself. 

Missandei was the first to come to find her after the meeting, with her shining amber eyes and bouncy curls. She handed her a book of other meetings in the area with her phone number written in the back. Every woman at her table had added their number as well. 

They crowded around her and invited her to the ‘meeting after the meeting’, a small diner down the street that many frequented afterward. They guzzled coffee, smoked like a freight train, and ate sweets as if tomorrow would never come, but it was still healthier than their previous vices. They were all so inviting and had a light that burned in their eyes, one Dany had lost years ago.

She would give anything to get the fire that used to blaze within her back. Maybe by proxy her own would be lit from theirs or if she emulated whatever they did, she could have what they did. It was worth a shot, and she had nothing left to lose.

Margaery gave Dany a side hug as she took her seat next to her. She asked how work was going and Dany lit up with excitement. A year ago she never would have seen herself working as a dental assistant, but since she began coming here and getting her life back on track she had made many life changes. 

At exactly seven Missandei stood from their table and took her place behind the podium. She had volunteered to run the meeting for the month, which included choosing the speakers. Dany watched her slender friend open the large binder and flip on the microphone.

“Hello everyone. My name is Missy and I am an alcoholic.”

“Hi Missy,” the room replied in unison.

The door opened from the back of the room, whining in protest as it did each time. It wasn’t uncommon for people to come late, especially newcomers anxious with facing the unknown and happy, sober people. This time however, Dany felt a familiar pull, her violet eyes going directly to those of the tardy person.

She should have been shocked to see two grey obsidian pools staring back at her. But they somehow always found each other, like two magnets, the attraction forcing them together no matter how they resisted. Jon’s mouth gaped as he stopped dead in his tracks, the rest of the room melting away until there was only them. 

The last time they had seen each other was when her world fell apart. They had met two years before at a bar. She had gotten off work at the restaurant across the street and went with some friends to have some fun. 

Dany started drinking in college, as most students she knew did. Binge-drinking on weekends at frat houses or some random house party. That was where she met Drogo and her life turned upside down.

He was from old money, like she was. Their fathers were ecstatic when they began dating. Dany had experimented with marijuana and mushrooms before meeting him but his preferred poison was cocaine.

Drogo enjoyed being able to drink more and party longer. Their relationship turned abusive quickly, but her father pressured her into staying. When she came home with a black eye and cried to her mother he had sexually assaulted her, her father only wanted to cover it up and use it to his own advantage.

That was when Dany started to go off the rails, anything to numb the pain. She popped pills and drank, fucked whoever she wanted because at least it would be her choice. They would take it whether she wanted it or not, she thought.

When she dropped out of college, her attendance and grades already suffering, her parents disowned her and cut her off. She moved in with Daario and began working at the restaurant. Her and Daario weren’t serious and he knew it. 

They both would bring other people home some nights, neither caring much. Their arrangement suited them both, no one had to get hurt. When she met Jon it all changed though. 

She was no longer satisfied with the life she had and wanted more. She wanted a home and a family, she wanted him. One night together and they were instantly inseparable.

As it turned out, he had a secret too. He was in the military and received an honorable discharge when he was nearly killed in combat. After months of being given morphine and pain pills, he was hooked.

When they abruptly cut him off and the pain became to much to bare, he began obtaining them from a childhood friend he knew that sold them, Theon. By the time he met Dany, Jon had already began using a cheaper option than prescription pills, Herion.

Dany left the bar with Jon and spent the night at his apartment, fucking each other until the sun came up. She only went back to Daario’s to collect her things a few days later and move them to Jon’s. It only took a few days for her to realize he was hiding something. 

He would look antsy and run to the bathroom and come out a few minutes later happy and relaxed. She decided to leave it alone but the third day, he thought she was asleep and she heard him snort a line beside her. Dany assumed it was coke, she had done enough of that herself and it was a similar color, so she asked for one too.

Jon looked taken aback and asked if she were sure. Dany just rolled her eyes and said, of course, it wasn’t her first time. He nodded and reluctantly handed the mirror over with the rolled up dollar bill. 

The second she inhaled it and the taste hit her nose, she realized her mistake. This was not coke. A few minutes later a warmth unlike anything she had ever felt rush through her entire body from head to toe. 

All the pain, all the anxiety and fear of years of abuse and trauma all melted away in an instant. That was until nausea hit and she ran to the bathroom to puke. But from that moment on, she found a new love of her life and there was nothing she wouldn’t do to feel that again.

It was fun at first. Her and Jon felt free and were so in love. They went to festivals, and parties, and even work and accomplishing things was easier. 

Until the first time she felt sick from the withdrawals. The panic she felt in that moment brought all her pain and trauma back tenfold. A panic attack ensued until the moment Jon arrived with his fresh score. And on and on it went. 

One day Theon showed them how to get higher from less by injecting it. They lost their jobs, either too dopesick or too high to function. They began to steal from family and friends, from stores to survive. 

Then Jon and her were in the bathroom, about to shoot up. He pushed the plunger down and a moment later he said, “Whoa. I think I did too much.”

The next thing she knew he collapsed on top of her as she tried to catch him. She had seen people put them in the shower and turn it on to wake them up and dragged him into the tub to do the same. It did rouse him, but not enough.

She called 911. Even with three shots of narcan he could barely keep his eyes open and stay breathing, his lips turning blue and the monitors beeping every time his oxygen levels dropped. He would wake and gasp for air again.

That was her turning point. She loved Jon. He was sweet and caring, funny and full of life when they first met. No one had treated her as well nor had they made her feel as he did. 

But she couldn’t sit there and watch him kill himself. She couldn’t watch him die. When he was released, she informed him she would be entering rehab and she thought he should join her.

They could get sober together and build a real life, a real home. He wasn’t there yet though. The first thing he did when they entered their apartment was find the drugs she had stashed before the ambulance came.

She slept by his side and held on to those last moments with him, despite him being high and her starting to feel sick. She knew when tomorrow came she would say goodbye and it may be forever. As he lay there passed out, she kissed his forehead and whispered, “I hate how much I love you. I wish I could save you, but I can barely save myself.”

She left a Dear Jon letter for him, in case he forgot their earlier conversation and so he would know she would always love him. She hoped he would get clean and one day come back to him, but she had to be realistic, she had to be selfish and put herself first. With tears in her eyes, she grabbed her bag of belongings and hopped the bus to rehab to start this new life.

And now he was here, at an AA meeting. Was he sober or trying to get sober? Of course it would be this meeting he showed up to. 

“Today I have chosen a very special woman to tell her story of hope and inspiration,” she heard Missy say, breaking her from her thoughts as she whipped her head back around and willed herself to be present.

“A year ago she walked through those doors, just skin and bone, so small and scared. And now she is ready to conquer all of Westeros like Aegon come again. I am so proud to have gotten to watch her journey, to witness the change happen within her. I am honored to have seen her bring fire and blood to every situation she faced and become the dragon queen she was born to be. Please, everyone, help me welcome, Dany.”

The room erupted in applause, Jorah giving a rambunctious whistle and Marge cheering her name. Dany stood and walked up to the podium, her hands shaking as she reached up to pull the mic down. Feedback pierced the room, people groaning and flinching in response. 

“Sorry. Guess I am a little nervous,” Dany chuckled. 

‘Aw’s broke out around her. As she looked at the crowd, their faces filled with love and acceptance, she took a deep breath and mustered all her courage. She carefully avoided the area she could feel Jon’s gaze burning her from.

“Thank you, Missy, for asking me to speak.”

***

Dany stood next to the podium, receiving hugs from her friends and thank yous for speaking. She kept sneaking glances at Jon between people. He stayed in the back just as she had her first time. An old timer named Davos was handing Jon the meetings schedule. 

She smiled knowing Davos would be a good sponsor for Jon if he was serious about getting sober. The man had been sober for fifteen years, a retired sailor whose wife was a saint to stay with him through it all. As Marge congratulated her, her face fell as she watched Jon walk out the door. 

There was still a few people who wanted to talk to her or get their court ordered slips signed and she had to stay to do that, though everything in her wanted to run after him. She plastered on a smile and continued as best she could. The last person in line was a shy young girl named Lyanna who had asked for her number and told her she was new and related well to her story.

Dany thanked her and wrote her number down and told her to call her any time, no matter the hour, and she would answer. That was the best way to stay sober, helping others to do as well. It gave them accountability to someone, reminded them of how far they had come, and gave them a sense of purpose to give back to the program that had saved them.

She hoped she didn’t feel like she was rushing her or dismissing her, and prayed the girl would call, as she grabbed her purse and bolted for the door. Right as she reached it Jorah stepped in front of her and called her name.

“Hey Jorah. I am kind of in a hurry.”

His face fell but he recovered quickly and smiled. “Oh? You aren’t going to Hot Pie’s tonight?”

“Um, I will probably be there. I just gotta do something real quick first.”

His excitement was palpable at the prospect of seeing her later and she had to hold back her eye roll. She tried to be nice but his behavior bordered on creepy. The man was old enough to be her father and he looked at her longingly and acted way too familiar with her sometimes.

He leaned in and she tried not to balk. “I just wanted to thank you for talking to my cousin, Lyanna. She could use a mentor like you, a woman she can look up to in the program.”

“Oh,” Dany said, glancing back at the young lady. She smiled when she turned back around. “Well, ya know, it’s my pleasure. Gotta give it away to keep it and all that stuff. I hope she calls.” She said patting his shoulder hoping to show her sincerity. 

“Anyway, I have to run. I’ll see ya at Hot Pie’s. Bring Lyanna and she can sit with Missy, Marge and I,” she told him as she stepped by him and started out the door to climb the steps leading out of the church basement.

When she opened the door to the street an stepped outside, she looked at all the people outside smoking and talking, hoping to find Jon. As she searched, she felt her heart begin to ache as it turned fruitless. A heavy sigh left her lips, the sting of him leaving without even saying hello bringing tears to her eyes.

She rummaged through her purse to find her smokes, taking one out of the pack and holding it between her lips as she dug for the ever elusive lighter. She cursed as she continued to find nothing despite knowing she had at least three currently in her purse. 

The unmistakeable flick of a lighter sounded next to her, as someone brought the flame to the tip of her unlit cigarette still hanging from her mouth.

“I got you.”

The smoke dropped from her lips to the concrete below as the recognition of the voice hit her and she spun around to face him. 

“Jon!”

He smirked that devilish grin she loved so much and she melted. “It’s good to see you too, sweetheart,” he said, as he bent down to pick up her forgotten cig.

As he stood she jumped into his arms. “Oof,” she heard him say at her overeager ambush, but his arms quickly wrapped around her and held her tightly. She felt him inhale deeply and then his hot breath on her neck as he let it go.

“You look good,” she whispered. It was the true. He had put on a little weight, and the dark circles under his eyes had all but disappeared.

“Thanks. So do you. You really did it. You got sober and got your shit together like you said. I’m proud of you,” he said with a glassy smile as they pulled away from each other. 

“How about you? How are you doing?” she asked, needing to know how much she needed to guard herself when it came to him. It would be too easy to slip back into him, like breathing.

“Good. I just got out of treatment a couple months ago. I hadn’t been going to meetings and just white knuckled it and worked myself to death, but I was home for the holiday last week and I was so close to drinking. I couldn’t do it anymore. I knew then I had to do something more to stay sober or go back to drinking and drugging, so I found a meeting up there and then kept going back.”

“Yeah, I know how those Stark holidays can get,” Dany joked, remembering the few she had attended with him. His family liked to indulge in alcohol for every occassion and she had her suspicions on whether Catelyn was a functional alcoholic or not, though it wasn’t her place to make that judgement. 

He ran his hand through his black raven curls, the ones she used to love to pull and caress as they made love. Fuck, focus, Dany.

“Aye. With everyone drunk and obnoxious around me, it was like a ticking time bomb. Anyway, I just got back into town a few days ago and got the courage to check out a meeting here,” Jon explained.

“And of all the meetings in this city you walked into this one,” she smiled at him.

“Maybe the Old Gods finally heard my prayers.”

“Yeah? What did you pray for?”

“You, always you, Dany,” he said, his face serious and sincere and full of so much emotion and words left unsaid. 

“Jon…,” she whispered. She prayed for him too, but the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. “You haven’t been out of treatment for very long.”

He cleared his throat, and took a step back, as if he suddenly realized how close they had moved to one another. “I know, you’re right. I should go.”

“Jon, wait,” she called, as he started to step away, reaching for his wrist. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks,” he grinned lopsided. 

“Are you coming to Hot Pie’s?”

“Hot Pie’s?” he asked.

“Yeah, we all go there after the meeting to drink crappy coffee and talk. Better than going home and getting stuck in our heads.”

“Sure, I have nothing better to do.”

“Well, don’t you know how to make a girl feel special,” Dany joked. “Do you need a ride?”

“Aye. I live just a few blocks over so I walked here.”

“Come on then,” she said, pulling him along to her car. “Let me introduce you to Drogon.” Dany held out her arms to point to the black beater she owned. “It’s not much, but it’s all mine. I earned it myself without help from parents or anyone.” She was proud of the small accomplishment of owning her first car that wasn’t bought for her.

Jon laughed. “Alright, my queen, let’s see how fast this bad boy can fly,” he said, as he opened the door and slid inside.

As they drove to Hot Pie’s, they fell into easy conversation as if no time had passed at all, catching up on their year apart. Dany gave him her number and he immediately text her so she would have his. At Hot Pie’s she introduced him to everyone and Davos called him over to sit with the men. 

“You’re too new to be chasing the first skirt you see.,” Davos jokingly chided him. Jon shook his head and complied, shrugging at Dany as he walked to sit next to him. 

Their eyes kept finding each other, smiling across the room. A light sparked in his grey eyes that had been lacking before. Afterwards she took him home. Jon informed her Davos was now his sponsor and his first suggestion was no relationships for the first year. Dany laughed at the incredulous look on his face, as if he was a boy whose cookie had been snatched as he tried to take a bite. 

When her chuckling died. He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing as he did, and turned to her and said, “I have waited for you this long, what’s a few more months for an eternity of a long, happy life with you.”

[magalidragon]

the great sleigh escape | a very late Jonerys holiday fic

I’m alive! 😂 I’ve been gone for so long it feels like I vanished off the face of the earth but I’m still here. Just burned out and lacking energy. Regardless I finished the Christmas fic and you know better late than never huh? 😂

She fumbled with the dress, shoving it down and glanced at her escape route. She pushed herself forward, scooting down again, dropping to a balcony on the third floor. Only two more left, she thought, rather proud of herself, and hoisted herself over the railing, shimmying sideways to a gigantic maple tree. "I can do this," she mumbled. She was already this far.

How could she go back now?

What was she going to do? Just wander in to the godswood and say "Whoops, sorry dear, I didn't finish my hair and makeup because I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't know who I was and realized on my wedding day that I wasn't in love with the man I was supposed to marry, and also your mother is insane and will hate me no matter what so might as well jsut get out now while I can?"

Yeah, she wasn't doing that.

[youwerenevermine]

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

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

[moondancer71]

The Spirit of Christmas | a Jonerys Christmas one-shot

Summary: With a promotion at stake, Dany must secure an appraisal for a historical inn before the New Year. The only problem is the ghost who occupies the inn during the twelve days before Christmas won’t let that happen.

“The door was open,” Dany explained, even though she lacked the need for an invitation as this was a business and not a residential property. 

“It wasn't,” the man countered, lips pressed in a thin line. “I’m actually in the middle of closing the inn down for the holidays.” 

Dany furrowed her brow. “Closing? Isn’t this the high season?” She looked around and saw that the inn lacked Christmas decorations. 

“Tradition.” He took the picture from her hands and returned it to its spot on the mantel. “I’m Davos Seaworth, the innkeeper.” He extended his hand to her. “You must be Ms. Targaryen from Manderly and Hornwood Law Firm.” 

Dany returned Davos’s handshake. “Please call me Dany. Yes, I’m here for the property appraisal.” 

Davos scrubbed a hand across his beard. “Yes, Mr. Tarly arrived early and…he left early.” 

“Yes, I saw him leave. Did something happen?” 

Davos shrugged. “It’s probably the ghost. Jon has never harmed anyone, but every once in a while he does like to assert himself.” 

“Jon.” Dany snorted. “You’re on a first name basis with the ghost?”

Read the complete fic on AO3. Thank you @arielchelby for beta reading and the encouragement! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! 🎁🎄

Ice and Fire Jonerys Discord

[evax3]

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

Something Infinite

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

READ THE FINAL CHAPTER HERE ON AO3

[alwaysdaenerys]

come get a taste

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

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

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

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

[littledancer9]

A Perfect Christmas

@snowxstormworld Jonerys Winter Wonderland 2023: All I Want for Christmas is You

Summary: T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring… besides two parents very excited for some time alone with each other.

Dany has a secret she is trying to keep until Christmas Day. Jon gets into the Christmas spirit late in the evening, but they both forget one very important thing before the morning.

Enjoy some Holiday Family Fluff! Christmas may be over, but it’s never too late to celebrate with our favorite couple and their targlings.

[stilesssolo]

baby i’ll come back to you: chapter 10

Chapter 10: just tell me where to start

They all eat waffles together at the island, Ghost keeping a sharp eye on Ella in case she drops any on the floor. It’s quiet, peaceful, comfortable. Even if he’s currently exhausted from the previous day, Jon wouldn’t mind if all of his mornings looked like this.

Dany helps him put the dishes away when they’re finished, Ella running around the kitchen with Ghost as they clean up. “So much for wearing her out yesterday,” he laments, and Dany laughs. She almost barrels into the two of them, but Dany catches her shoulders, stopping her.

“You need a bath when we get home,” Dany determines— her hair is still up in its bun from yesterday, notably more disheveled, though the amount of glitter remains. “We’ve got to wash your hair.” Ella grumbles, but goes back to playing with his dog once Dany releases her. A chill races down Jon’s spine though— is she going to leave? He doesn’t want her to, even if he knows she needs to eventually.

“Before you go,” he says quietly, and Dany turns back towards him. “D’you want to… should we talk?”

She exhales, meeting his eyes with certainty. “I think so,” she agrees.

***

The next chapter is up! Featuring BEAUTIFUL artwork by @dragonanddirewolf that I have been sitting on for like 2+ years because I’m a slow ass writer. Martha did a fabulous job as always and I’m so excited I finally get to share this gorgeous piece! Read the chapter that goes with it now on AO3! 

[miss-celestia13]

Wool to Brave the Seasons

Chapter three, the ending, was posted earlier. I just made it before Christmas was over. The link to the complete fic is below. I hope you had a lovely Christmas if you celebrated it🎄🎁🎉 Happy New Year when it comes 🥳 🥂 as I doubt I’ll post anything else before then.

Jonerys Modern AU - Neighbours. 3 Chapters. 21k Words. Explicit. Fluff and Humour. Romantic Gestures. Tropes. Smut. Teasing and Flirting. Intended to feel like a fanfic version of a Hallmark Christmas Rom-Com that doesn’t fade to black. The summary is below.

~*~

It wasn’t long before she was squinting, utterly perplexed, at the small amount of Christmas decor he claimed was his and wondering if everything, even down to his toothpaste, matched his monochrome color scheme.

“Oh, Jon. This is just sad. Why is it black?” She said, smothering a childish giggle, hands planted on her hips as she looked between him and the sorry little black tree.

~*~

A sudden blizzard cancels Dany's Holiday plans. Lucky for her, her handsome neighbor is also spending Christmas alone. A string of bad luck soon follows the snowstorm, leaving her with no choice but to take Jon Snow up on his offer to wait it out at his place.

Thank you so much for reading🥰❤️

[adecila]

do you remember?

—a jonerys birthday gift for @muttpeeta

Happy birthday Ames!! Ilysm ❤️

“Do you remember?”

Jon’s breath tickles the exposed skin of her neck. She shivers as yet another memory is unlocked.

“The night we both got hypothermia? I couldn’t forget it even if I tried,” she replies with a nostalgic smile. Not that she has ever tried.

He chuckles close to her ear. “I wasn’t the one who willingly jumped into a freezing lake.”

Dany playfully rolls her eyes. “Pardon me for trying to save my best friend’s life.”

“My saviour,” he praises her in that low tone that makes her heart skip a beat.

He pulls her even closer to his body; she doesn’t fight it—can’t even bring herself to care about how it might look.

Just one more dance.

🤍 Read on ao3 🤍

[girlwithakiwi]

Chapters: One-shot Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV) Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen

Summary:

“This is my first unofficial road trip,” she finally answers. “And considering the start, I hope for it to be my last.” Jon smiles again. “You can’t let a Northern blizzard decide how many road trips you’ll take in the future.” “It’s faster to fly.” “The whole point of a road trip,” Jon corrects slowly, “is not to get somewhere quickly. The point is the journey.” • Take a canceled flight (or five). Add two stubborn exes, a questionable consumption of coffee and candy, a dog having a damned good time playing chaperone in the backseat, and one 24-hour period shut up in a truck with nothing to do except look at the scenery and talk about your feelings. This is not the trip that Daenerys wanted. (But perhaps, as it turns out, it is the one she needed.)

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