Jon x dany

Summary: Everything hurt. Passing that spot where they had first met. Looking at the photographs of them. He should have taken more photographs so that his tears didn’t blur the memories. The drag of a cigarette burned his throat as he stared at the door from his spot on the balcony under the starry night, clouds rolling in and heavy with rain. His fingers itching to call her even though he said he wouldn’t. Gods, what had he done?

To @justwandering-neverlost​; HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR FRIEND ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE OCEAN!!! I HOPE YOU HAVE HAD A WONDERFUL DAY AND GOT SPOILED BY YOUR HUBBY AND KIDS!!!!

I rewrote this several times since the start of November before I was finally happy with it. One of the nights where I just didn’t sleep at all, I went and re-read your Just Like A Song so many times I could probably quote it by heart. Which inspired this. I hope you like this. I’ve split it into two chapters so you should have the other one tomorrow. Thank you for everything you do, between all those late-night messages, the sneak peeks when I couldn’t sleep and just all-round kindness. Since our first talk last year about PicsArt (yes, I remember how nervous I was to actually talk to you because yes, I’m that awkward) to gif hugs, you’ve been one of the reasons I keep going in the fandom 🤗💜

Fair warning; this could be quite angsty but there’s a HEA in Ch. 2

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Rain fell heavily over the city. It didn’t deter anyone in the city below where he sat staring out at the darkening sky. The night rolled closer and he was already trying to find a way to get out of his brother’s engagement party later on. Illness… No, Arya would turn up and drag him there unless he was actually dying. Work? Again, Arya would find him and drag him to the restaurant. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Groaning, he dragged himself from the floor and made his way over to the door, only to reveal his baby sister. She was already glaring at him, foot tapping heavily.

“Arya, I don’t want to go,” he groaned, leaving the door open as he turned around and made his way back into the apartment. “Why can’t you just leav-…”

“I don’t care,” she interrupted, glaring at him when he opened his mouth to protest. “You’re coming and that’s it. Your brother is celebrating his engagement. The least you can do is show your face and be happy for him.”

“Great!” he shouted, turning around to face her once more. “Great. Absolutely great. You sound like your mother, ya know that?!” His words took her back, her face pale. “Who gives a fuck about how I’m feeling? As long as Robb’s happy. Put Robb’s wants and needs in front of my own.” That had always been the way ever since he’d come to live with his father’s family after his mother’s death. Once upon a time, Arya had been the only family on his side. Yet… He was always the outsider. “You can show yourself out.”

Summary: Everything hurt. Passing that spot where they had first met. Looking at the photographs of them. He should have taken more photographs so that his tears didn’t blur the memories. The drag of a cigarette burned his throat as he stared at the door from his spot on the balcony under the starry night, clouds rolling in and heavy with rain. His fingers itching to call her even though he said he wouldn’t. Gods, what had he done?

Part one here - the second chapter of @justwandering-neverlost ​‘s birthday gift from me. Love you dearly, friend 💜💜💜

I just wanna say…. Fuck 504 Gateway Errors. 

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Jon returned from his daily morning run, his hair soaked as he stumbled into the apartment. His breath caught when he found Daenerys sitting in the bay window, looking out onto the wet streets. Relief flooded his veins every time he saw her there. He’d needed the run to wake up, clear his mind before they dived into what had happened between them. 

Her head turned as he shut the door behind him, her brow furrowed before she smiled. “Feel any better?” she asked, closing her copy before she set it aside and stood.

Nodding his head, he felt speechless when she moved closer to him until only a foot separated them. “You stayed,” he mumbled, reaching for her hand only to stop half way. Realisation passing through him like a bullet. “I need a shower first. I know I stink.” 

Chapter 4: every time I lose myself again

“Daddy?” she asks, and Jon nods, brow furrowed at the sorrow that’s overcome her expression all of a sudden.

Her big grey eyes blink up at him, her lips pursed. “Do you and Mumma hate each other?”

Jon’s stomach drops, because this is what he feared. He doesn’t want the frigidness between him and Dany to put a strain on Ella, but clearly that’s become unavoidable. He should have known she’d notice eventually.

pay your debts | a Jonerys smutfic

a/n: I wrote this tonight because I don’t know.  I got sucked into Beth/Rio courtesy of @adecila​ and suddenly just ‘saw’ Jonerys and you know how that goes– when the muse wants to write, you let her or else she will never return.  Also, let’s be real, it’s also @nlights37​ fault because she encourages me and because she truly understands it when suddenly a scene pops in your head and YOU JUST HAVE TO WRITE UNTIL YOU HAVE 5500 WORDS OF SMUT.  The end.  Enjoy.

At his neck, peeking out from under the loosely unbuttoned collar of his shirt, she saw the wolf snarling at her, red eyes shining like rubies against his pale skin. And his eyes, meeting hers in the mirror. Gray as storm clouds rolling in, but now black as the ink that traced along his skin.

She finished what she was doing and turned.

He stepped towards her, not making a sound.

She stepped to him, her heels echoing in the stone, cold space. She reached around him; he was warm, emitting heat from his gaze, unblinking. His plump, pink lips pulled into a smirk, his teeth a flash of white on his dark beard, but he said nothing. Neither of them had to say a thing.

Her fingers twisted the lock.

Excerpt from Written in the Scars of This Heart - Chapter 12 written by @jalenmara and @notpmahlem The Watch

“Thank you.”

INKTOBER 2020 DAY 4: Blade

Synopsis: Jon and Daenerys are about to head off into battle on the English coast. But before they go, Jon wants to be sure that no matter what happens, they will always be together.

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Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Jonerys Christmas card number 5- this time with baby Ghost ❤️❤️

Reminder that he broke a kid’s wrist and offered to break the other one like the sarcastic shit he is but ultimately decided to own up to his privilege and offer to teach other recruits how to fight because the jackass in charge was too busy bullying them

Reminder that he fought off three assailants (just like his mother) who were beating up Sam and actively looked for the bravery in a self-proclaimed coward and was able to look past physical faults and shortcomings to admire who people for who they actually are

Reminder that he makes morally grey decisions for the greater good and distances himself from the political conflict because of a bigger threat yet still loves his family and can recognize the cruelty of the Boltons and the Lannister regime

Reminder that Jon motherfucking Snow loves his direwolf with all his being and fed him a whole-ass roast chicken under the table

Reminder that when Stannis Baratheon, implacable military expert, was planning to take the Dreadfort that Jon deadass said “you won’t” and then changed his mind

Reminder that he chances upon a couple of dead bodies beyond the Wall and takes them along so that they can rise as wights and he can experiment on them

Reminder that he is not passively kind (like Show!Jon), he’s proactive, radical, progressive, passionate and *fiercely* protective of people. He gets pissed at Ser Axell objectifying Val, he gets pissed at Satin being called unworthy for being a whore, he gets pissed at Leathers being called savage, he gets pissed at Selyse’s men attacking Wun Wun, he gets pissed at Cregan trying to marry Alys and steal her birthright. He gets angry as hell on the behalf of those who no one else stands up for.

Reminder that he spins Tyrion around in his arms

Reminder that he offered Catelyn kindness and empathy even when she was cruel and abusive to him

Reminder that he asks Ghost what he calls the stars

Reminder that he gave Bran his own fish when Bran didn’t catch any even though Robb was right there

Reminder that he never liked Theon, but his first reaction to finding out about Bran and Rickon’s deaths was thinking that Theon would never have done that

Interviewer: Daenerys! Daenerys! Can you confirm or deny the rumors surrounding you and your nephew?

Dany: sure! But I actually know someone who would be happier to answer that question.

*tugs on an arm*

Interviewer: Oh my gosh, Jon Targaryen! Can you confirm or deny-

The point of a twist is to enrich a story, not feel superior for outsmarting your audience.