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For the Cameras | Chapter 12: It's Hard to Stop It Once It Starts

a collaboration fic with @adecila

“After you,” Jon said, holding the hotel door open for Daenerys. With a prim “thank you,” she ducked under his arm, hauling her enormous suitcase in behind her. Smiling, he rolled his eyes and then nodded farewell to Tormund and Grenn, who were staying in the room across from them. He adjusted her backpack on his shoulder as he slipped into the room behind her, his own (much more reasonably sized) weekender bag in hand. Daenerys glanced around the room in admiration. “Oh, wow! This is—oh.” Nearly colliding with her when she came to a dead-stop, he grabbed her shoulder to prevent a collision. “What? What’s wrong?” he asked, sweeping his gaze around the room in mild apprehension. “Nothing, I just—I didn’t realise it was only going to be one bed,” she said. Jon followed her line of sight to the large king bed that took up one wall of the room; off to the side was a sitting area with a couple chairs and a small couch. On the opposite wall was the door that led to the en suite bathroom. “Right,” he said slowly. He’d not really considered it either. “These things are booked well in advance, and I didn’t know you’d be coming with me then. But I’m sure they figured—” He cleared his throat. “Well, it didn’t much change anything in their minds, you know?” Blushing, she laughed sheepishly. “Yes, of course. That was silly of me. I just….hm. Yeah. OK. This is fine.” It sounded like she was trying to convince herself. Was she afraid he was going to maul her in her sleep? He liked to think he had more control than that. With a reassuring squeeze, he made himself let go of her shoulder. “I can sleep on the couch, if it makes you feel better.” As he said it, he eyeballed the couch and immediately regretted making the noble gesture. It looked half his height. But she shook her head. “No, no—it’s fine, really. That’s a pretty big bed. We could probably fit two more people on that thing and never…um, touch.”

For the Cameras | Chapter 11: All Eyes on Us

a collaboration fic with @muttpeeta

Halloween. Right. In all the drama of the past twenty-four hours, he’d completely forgotten to tell her. He palmed his forehead. “Bollocks. That reminds me—Arianne's having a big Halloween bash at her place next weekend. The whole cast and crew are invited. She does this every year, apparently. It’s a big media circus. I wasn't planning to go, honestly, but Marg said it would be a good thing for us to do together. You wanna come with me?”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, sure—I mean, am I actually invited, though?” she fretted.

He snorted. “You’re invited if I say you are.” Arianne might not like it, but she knew better than to throw a fit about it.

She smiled. “OK. I guess that saves me the trouble of having to plan my own party.” She frowned abruptly. “Of course, that only leaves a week to come up with a costume.”

He didn’t get the problem. “Plenty of time, right?” She gave him a dubious look, and he held up his hands. “Or not.”

“I’ll figure something out,” she said, mostly to herself.

“Well, when you do, let me know, so we can coordinate,” he told her, surprising her.

“Like…a couple’s costume?”

When she put it like that, it did sound pretty intimate. Feeling his face grow warm, he scratched his beard. “Aye, I suppose so. It’ll be good press, right?”

For the Cameras | Chapter 10: Just Let Me Know When It’s Showtime

a collaboration fic with @adecila​

​The door to the trailer suddenly swung open to reveal Jon, startling her. When he saw what she was doing, he smirked. “Well, if you wanted some privacy to play with my instrument, all you had to do was ask, Princess.”

Just like clockwork, her cheeks were instantly red. She would have had a witty comeback, had she not been completely distracted by how the golden light of the evening sun was hitting the side of Jon’s face, making him look like a sculpture come to life. Gods, what was wrong with her?

“I see I’ve rendered you speechless,” he chuckled as he stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him—and mercifully extinguishing the light and rendering him as the ordinary man that he was. An extraordinarily handsome ordinary man.

Dany rolled her eyes and set his guitar aside. “Or your innuendo was so weak it didn’t even deserve a comeback.” Jon didn’t seem to buy it. “Anyway, if you’re done sucking face with Arianne, we can go.” Seven hells, why did she say that? She quickly tried to brush by it. “I’m not sure if the paps are still waiting. Though, I suppose photos of me arriving at the studio should be more than enough, right?”

Jon wasn’t easily distracted, however. His eyebrows shot up. “Sucking face?” Cocking his head, he grinned at her. “Careful now, a bloke might start to think you’re jealous.”

Dany glared at him. “I’m not jealous. I don’t think anyone would enjoy watching their boyfriend—fake boyfriend—kiss someone else—even if it’s just a job. It’s…awkward.” There, that was a safe enough word to describe her feelings. She folded her arms over her chest. “And, anyway, it would probably look odd if I didn’t seem bothered by it at all, right?”

“Uh huh. So, you were just playing the part,” he said dubiously.

“Exactly. But maybe next time you could give me a heads up as to what I’m going to be walking into?”

For the Cameras | Chapter 9: Committing to the Part

a collaboration with @muttpeeta

To her surprise, Jon picked up on the second ring.

“You’re absolutely insane, do you know that?” Dany playfully scolded him as she looked around the living room, grinning like an idiot at the ridiculous amount of flowers that filled her flat. “Couldn’t you just send a bouquet like a normal bloke?”

Jon chuckled. “You should know by now I’m not a normal bloke, Princess.”

“You didn’t have to do all this.”

He hummed in disagreement. “And risk our fans thinking that I’m a shite boyfriend for not showing up at your show? Even though I can’t make it tonight, at least everyone will know how much I wish that I could be there.”

Oh. Right. The flowers weren’t actually for her. Dany tried to push down the prick of disappointment she felt at the reminder, embarrassed for her earlier excitement. “You realise you’ve just made the lives of all men on Planetos insanely difficult?” she said instead. “You’re setting a very high bar, Mr. Snow.”

“Good. I’d love to see any of them try to keep up.” Dany could hear his smug smirk in his voice.

“So,” she cleared her throat, moving closer to one of the arrangements to play with a rose. “You’re really not coming tonight.”

“It doesn't seem like it.”

“Of course. I completely understand.” Truth was, part of her had hoped that between Sunday and now, his schedule would have cleared, and he would be able to attend her silly show.

Jon sighed on the other end. “I know you're very eager for the real Jon Snow kiss. But don’t worry, Princess. I'll make it worth the wait.”

For the Cameras | Chapter 8: The Kiss

a collaboration fic with @adecila​

“You know, that was the first song I ever heard you sing,” he said, catching her by surprise. “That video you posted. With Drogon.”

Comprehension dawned in her eyes. “Oh, gods.” She grimaced then laughed. “And you mean you still chose me as your fake girlfriend?”

“Well, I did have to ding you for being a cat person.” He grinned when she flipped him off. Sensing she was more relaxed than when he’d first arrived, he decided to broach the real reason for his late-night visit. “So, should we discuss the kiss now?”

Her expression dimmed, the mirth evaporating from her eyes, but she nodded slowly. “Sure. What’s the plan, exactly?”

Sipping his wine, he settled back against the couch cushions. “I talked to Sam. He said Friday should be an acceptable day for you to visit. Does that work?” She racked her brain for a moment before agreeing.

“That should be fine.”

“As for the time, we’ll have to play it by ear. I can text you when we break for lunch, so you won’t be interrupting anything. I figured I’d give you a tour, casually introduce you to everyone—it might take fifteen, twenty minutes, tops. After, I can walk you out to the car, and a pap will take a picture of us kissing goodbye. Then you leave, and we let Marg and Missy handle the rest. Sound good?”

Nodding along, she began to bounce her knee. Another nervous habit of hers. He resisted touching her this time, though the temptation was strong. “Yes, I think so.”

“Good.” Unfortunately, he made the mistake of asking his next question just as she brought her glass of wine to her mouth. “Now, do you want tongue or no?”

For the Cameras | Chapter 7: Making It Official

a collaboration fic with @muttpeeta

Stopping in the middle of his bedroom, Jon held his arms out in dramatic fashion. “Here you are. You can now officially tell your followers that you have been inside Jon Snow’s bedroom.”

“Oh, my gods,” she muttered, shrugging out of her jacket to fold it over a chair. “Unfortunately, I think that’s just a bit too forward for the Jon Snow I’ve told my friends and family about.”

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “What does that mean?”

He wasn’t fooled by her faux apologetic look. “They think you’re too much of a gentleman to kiss on the first date.” His jaw dropped, and she was immediately on the defence. “Well, they started asking questions about our date, and I had to tell them something! Irri wanted to know if you’re a good kisser—what did you want me to say?”

Was she serious? “Yes! You tell her yes!”

She shook her head. “Then she’d want details!”

He made an exasperated sound. “Fucking hell. Do women really talk about this kind of shite?”

Dany folded her arms over her chest. “Yes, it’s how we bond! Plus, you’re a mega-star! Any sane person would want a detailed account of your kissing abilities if their best friend was hooking up with you!!”

Jon blinked. She couldn’t be serious. Except she absolutely was.

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.

For the Cameras | Chapter 6: Here’s the Scoop

a collaboration with @adecila​

“Your chariot has arrived,” Jon announced dramatically when she answered. He could almost hear her roll her eyes.

“Oh, gods. Come on up, then. I’m almost ready,” she said, buzzing him in. He took the elevator to her floor and knocked on her door. “Come in!” she yelled out, so Jon let himself inside, surveying her flat. There were still some unopened boxes around the living room, but she’d managed to unpack a lot in the three days since she’d moved in. She’d even started decorating.

“Place looks nice,” he called to her, figuring she must be in her bedroom. Drogon ran up to him then, meowing in greeting, and Jon squatted down to pet him. Happily, the cat rubbed up against his legs.

“Get hair on these trousers, and I’m bringing my trimmer next time.”

“Don’t you threaten him!” Daenerys chastised as she rushed out of her bedroom, still trying to put in her earrings.

“Pap cameras pick up everything,” Jon argued, glancing up at her. Immediately, his jaw dropped. “Seven hells.”

She came to an abrupt stop, her eyes going wide. “What? What’s wrong?” She followed his gaze down to her outfit. “Oh, no, is it too much? You said wear something sexy!”

Indeed, he had. And she clearly had taken his suggestion to heart. She was a vision in all white, wearing a skirt that hugged her hips before cascading to the floor, a high slit up the side, and a strappy top that left her stomach bare and cupped her breasts quite snuggly.

Fucking hell, this woman and her bloody crop tops!

Swallowing hard, Jon shook his head as he stood. “Uhhh—no. I mean—aye, that’s definitely sexy.”

do you remember?

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“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.

Westeros’ Most Eligible Bachelor | EPILOGUE

Previously on WESTEROS’ MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR…

After one too many PR crises, Prince Jon Targaryen agreed to be the next lead of the popular dating show in a strategic, last-ditch effort to improve his sullied public image. Actually finding love and getting married wasn’t even a consideration for Jon…until Princess Daenerys, his former lover (and current aunt) stepped out of the limo to compete for his love. He couldn’t forget how she had broken his heart six years ago without a reason given, but neither could he deny the feelings he still had for her.

The princess didn’t have an easy fight ahead of her. Especially not with the bold and fiery Ygritte Wilde in the mix, another suitor who caught Prince Jon’s eye from Night One.

Torn between two women, Prince Jon faced the toughest decision of his life—but in the end it was Ygritte who was the last woman standing as she accepted his final rose.

Another happy ending for the happy couple…

…or so it seemed.

Westeros’ Most Eligible Bachelor | THE FINALE

Jon had been right; after five minutes in the shower, production started banging on the bathroom door, all but threatening to drag them both out so they could get back on schedule. They’d taken him directly to hair and makeup and then wardrobe, before getting him set up for his confessional, with a surprisingly cordial Littlefinger. (Perhaps, sometimes, violence was the answer.)

After Jon had fed the cameras a bunch of platitudes about his date with Daenerys, he was mercifully allowed to “relax” while she filmed her interview—which really just meant they followed him around as he walked along the beach, getting B-roll shots of him looking pensive and conflicted.

They were filming him swinging in a hammock behind the cottage when Daenerys eventually appeared, stepping out onto the secluded patio and dressed in a simple crop top and linen shorts. As she made her way toward him, barefoot, he reached out his hand to her. She climbed into the hammock, carefully so as not to flip them over, and stretched out on top of him, nuzzling her face into his chest. Jon wrapped an arm around her shoulders and tucked the other behind his head, his gaze trained on the horizon. It was so quiet, so peaceful—it was almost possible to forget the cameras. This was the last time they would see each other before the final rose ceremony, and he just wanted to soak up every last moment with her.

Eventually, Daenerys broke the mutual silence. “I’m scared,” she admitted, her voice small. He frowned as he darted a look at her, and she lifted her head to meet his questioning gaze. “What if you change your mind?”

She meant, after he made his choice. He couldn’t blame her for having second thoughts. What he was asking of her was a lot—and no real guarantee it would pay off. “Do you trust me?” he asked quietly. Her eyes searched his before she finally nodded. “I meant what I told you, Dany. Every word.”

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Westeros’ Most Eligible Bachelor | FANTASY SUITES PT. II

Jon felt lightheaded with—shock? Anger? He honestly wasn’t sure. Gods, he couldn’t believe it, even though, deep down, he knew it to be true. It explained so fucking much.

He repeated himself, just to hear it again. “You were pregnant.”

Daenerys, who hadn’t moved an inch since his initial accusation, finally seemed to snap out of her stupor. She swayed slightly, stepping backward to catch her balance. Face ashen, she hugged herself tighter, trying to shield her nearly naked body. In that moment, with her petite frame swallowed by his jacket, she looked like a scared little girl.

“Jon, I—” Suddenly, her eyes darted over his shoulder and widened in horror. Clamping her mouth shut, she shook her head. “No—I’m not doing this on camera—I can’t—” Her voice broke, strangled with emotion. When he took a step toward her, she brushed past him, ducking the cameras that had followed him into the cottage as she stumbled into the bathroom, her ankle buckling in her heel.

Startled, Jon spun around to follow her, but she slammed the door in his face. “Dany!” He heard the lock click into place just as he grabbed the handle, rattling it furiously. “Dany! Open the door!” he yelled, giving the handle another futile jerk.

On the other side, she gasped. “I can’t…I can’t…”

The physical barrier between them made him feel suddenly feral, like a trapped animal unable to reach his mate who was in pain. Seized by a growing desperation, he pounded on the door, as if that would somehow convince her to open it. “Dammit, Dany, let me in!”

A shuffling noise behind him finally alerted him to the looming presence of the cameras at his back. Throwing a vicious glower over his shoulder, he snarled at them, “Fuck off, you fucking vultures!”

They ignored him, of course. If anything, they moved in closer. Overcome by the impulse to lash out, he made to lunge at the nearest camera, when a faint sound stopped him cold.

Daenerys was crying, her soft sobs muffled through the bathroom door.

Chapter 8: promise I’ll never walk away

His eyes squeeze closed, fingers tightening into a fist. If she would just talk to him, just let him in, maybe they could start to work through all of this. She was right about one thing— for Ella’s sake, they can’t be reckless. And starting a relationship with her while he’s still got all this anger just bubbling underneath the surface is the definition of reckless. What he’d said this morning about it not mattering if he’d forgiven her yet— now, in the light of day, he realizes how dangerous that really is.

Jon loves her. He wants her, wants this with her, even if it’s not smart. And Dany had been right— if they start a relationship again on such rocky ground, they’re sure to crumble. He’s already lost her once. If he gets his second chance, he doesn’t want anything to come between them again.

And if he’s going to forgive her, he needs to understand why exactly she made the choices she made in the first place.

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For the Cameras | Chapter 5: Unexpected Complications

a collaboration fic with @adecila

“I remembered your sunnies trick.”

Jon gave her a lopsided grin. “I noticed. Good girl.”

Dany felt her cheeks burn again at the praise. Gods, what was wrong with her? To distract herself, she looked at him over the top of the frames. “Are you sure you don’t want them back?”

“Consider them a gift. So, where are the goods?” he asked, trying to look behind her into her car.

Dany frowned. There he was again, rushing through things. One minute he seemed to be perfectly fine, the next he seemed pressed to get it over with. Was it some sort of anxiety? Was it possible that he was just as nervous as she was, just better at hiding it? Or did he simply not care to spend too much time around her?

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. “Oh, the truck should be here any minute. I have some smaller things in my car. Maybe we can start with those.”

Jon went around her to get a closer look inside her car. He whistled. “That’s a lot of stuff.”

She frowned again. “It was your idea to help me move.”

“I only said it was a good opportunity for press. Not that I suddenly decided to change careers. And for free.”

Dany glared at him. She did not pass on the opportunity to have Missandei and Irri help her only to be hung out to dry by Jon. “I already told Irri you’re helping me move. Unless you want to be known as lazy and a stuck-up celeb, and thus make a bad impression on my best friend, I suggest you start carrying boxes.”

Jon sighed. “You owe me big time for this.”

“Debatable.” She grinned. “You can take the big luggage, I’ll handle the guitars,” she instructed as she opened the passenger seat to take the cat carrier out.

Jon froze in front of the open door. “What is that?”

“My cat, Drogon.”

He blinked at her. “The crazy looking contraption?”

“It’s a cat carrier.” Dany picked up the backpack and threaded her arms through the straps. “See,” she said, modelling her beloved backpack/cat carrier hybrid. Behind her, Drogon gave a meow, sounding as proud as his mum.

There was a moment of silence before Jon burst out laughing, throwing his head back.

One Last Time

Written for Day 2: Dom Dany prompt of the Jonerys Orgasmic October 2k21 hosted by @snowxstormworld

The autumn air hits him as soon as he steps out into the dimly lit back alley, sending a shiver through his entire body. It’s not that cold, but the contrast between the stuffy air inside the club and the chilly night makes it impossible not to tense up. Or maybe it’s just his nerves.

The smell of rain persists in the air, a fresh sheen of droplets covering the ground and the only car parked out here—his car. It unlocks a distant memory of a night eerily similar to this one. He catches himself wishing tonight would end the same, in the arms of the woman he...wants. Not even inside his head does he think of the other word—the stronger one—the one they’ll never be able to say to each other.

It’s in the way his pulse is throbbing in his veins; the way his breathing is becoming laboured—in and out, in and out. No drug could ever compare to the anticipation, the build-up before he finally gets what he’s been craving. The wait is part of the game. It’s torture if he’s being honest, but he’d happily wait again and again, for as long as it takes because he knows that she always comes for him.

Fleetingly, a City Watch siren goes off in the distance. A harbinger, of sorts. One that he intentionally chooses to ignore, though he shivers again. No amount of alarms or red flags could keep him away from her. He’s tried—gods know he has. Just one more time, then we’ll stop, he thinks to himself every time. Yet all it takes is seeing her again and just like that, he’s back where he started.

Westeros’ Most Eligible Bachelor | FANTASY SUITES PT. I

Spotting his date waiting just outside the temple entrance for him (like in Dorne, the princess’ security detail was posted nearby), Jon was jumping off the golf cart before it had even come to a complete stop. He ignored the shouts from the crew (and Sandor’s growl of disapproval) as they scurried to get the shot set up for his and Daenerys’ greeting.

Seeing his eagerness, she broke into a grin and started down the steps of the temple to reach him. She skipped the last two steps entirely as she jumped into his arms, and he caught her easily, spinning her around with the momentum. She laughed, clinging to his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist. Then she kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth, impatiently, hungrily.

To his disappointment, she pulled away much too soon and touched her forehead to his, breathing just as hard as him. “Hi,” she whispered, a dopey smile on her face.

He smiled back. “Hi.” He could see the cameras in his periphery, but he was loath to let her go. Instead, he tightened his arms around her waist. “What do you say we just head to the Fantasy Suite now, and all these tossers can fuck off?”

She laughed, seeming just as content to stay in his arms, too. “OK.”

He grinned. “OK.” After a beat, he sighed. It was a lovely thought, but he knew they had no choice but to get through the date first. But the faster they got through the bullshit, the sooner the night would come (and her, too, many, many times, if his skills were still up to snuff. And he was pretty sure they were). “While I would love nothing more, I’m honestly afraid to piss off the beast.” By now, he knew just how vindictive Olenna was when he screwed up her plans. He absolutely did not want to risk her doing something like knocking him out and throwing his arse on a plane back to Highgarden before he could get Daenerys anywhere near a bed.

For the Cameras | Chapter 4: Let the Games Begin

a collaboration fic with @muttpeeta

For all she knew, Jon wanted to contact her but couldn’t because he couldn’t find her in his contacts. (A small voice told her that if he really wanted to contact her, he could have searched by recently added contacts, or even asked Margaery for her number. She quickly shut it down before she talked herself out of it and got even more annoyed with Jon.) Surely he wasn’t still upset with her over that song? And if he didn’t even like her, why was he so insulted by her singing a break-up song, anyway? The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous their fight seemed. Perhaps Jon hadn’t even thought about her once since Friday and was probably just waiting for Margaery and Missy to arrange their next meeting.

“Fuck,” she muttered. She only had herself to blame. Congratulations, Dany, you played yourself.

“Something wrong?” Missy asked.

“Nothing, just trying to text Jon.”

“Atta girl,” Missy grinned.

When Irri came back from the loo, she was still debating what to write to Jon. After several attempts to the soundtrack of Koll’s extra thick Northern burr (Jon did play up his accent a lot for this role), she decided to take Irri’s advice and be direct. To her surprise, it worked.