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JONERYS ADVENT CALENDAR 2020 EDITION — MASTERPOST

December 1 :: Holiday Icons by @iceandfiresource

December 2 :: Holiday Headers by @iceandfiresource

December 3 :: Let it Snow AU Moodboard by @youwerenevermine

December 4 :: If You Can’t Say it Yule by @magalidragon

December 5 :: Modern AU Christmas Moodboard by @caroline-klaus

December 6 :: Remember My Name by @dracoignis (fic) and @dragonanddirewolf (art)

December 7 :: Mistletoe and Wine by @adecila

December 8 :: Asoiaf Fanart by @tatticstudio55

December 9 :: Cottage AU Gifset by @ronweasley

December 10 :: Tis the Season by @skyisthelimit112

December 11 :: Say All You Want for Christmas is Me by @lalachristina18

December 12 :: Gremlins AU Moodboard by @the-last-targaryens

December 13 :: Merry Little Christmas AU by @youwerenevermine

December 13 :: Just Missed the Train by @mysticmyllee

December 14 :: Finding Warmth in the Cold by @targsdaenerys

December 15 :: Bad Santa by @magalidragon

December 16 :: Merry Christmas fanart by @bi-tiger

December 17 :: Spin Cycle by @nlights37

December 18 :: ‘Tis the Damn Season by @muttpeeta

December 19 :: Frost and Flame by @the-last-targaryens and @ashleyfanfic

December 20 :: Since We Have No Place to Go, Let it Snow by @rayondeneige

December 21 :: Baby Baelon’s First Christmas Moodboard by @danystormbrn

December 22 :: One Step Closer by @stilesssolo

December 23 :: Our Souls, Entertwined by @adecila

December 24 :: Upon a Time by dragonanddirewolf (art) and @dracoignis (fic)

December 25 :: Merry and Bright by @nlights37

Chapters: ½ Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen Characters: Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, Arya Stark, Ned Stark, Catelyn Stark, Assorted Stark and Targ Mentions Additional Tags: Jonerys Advent 2020, Romance, friends to lovers?, maybe? - Freeform, idk - Freeform, Jonerys Advent Day 25, Some angst, fluff as well, Look it’s me you know what I do by now, Unless you are new and then, Welcome to the Jungle Summary:

Jonerys Christmas Cards 2020 5/5

I’ll Be Home For Christmas | a Ghost POV Jonerys Christmas fic

Ghost misses his human Jon very much and when he and Dany hear some distressing news just in time for Christmas, he wonders if he will be home at all.

He wanted him there with them, in the same bed, wrapped around them both, hugging him and telling him he was the bestest boy. He wanted to smell that smell again. Of the outdoors and the weird white stick thing that sometimes his human put in his mouth that everyone yelled at him for and the hot drink he drank that Ghost tried once and thought was bitter and disgusting.

It scared him, missing him this much, wanting him home.

Christmas

That’s what Dany said this time of year was. The time for family, she said, and he wanted his family. Only now it was like Jon was gone forever.

Dany began making phone calls, while he fretted, his head on his paws, forlorn, accepting that he might not see his human ever again. He heard her cry, when the phone rang after a while and he went to her, to sit with her in front of the beautiful Christmas tree, with its pretty sparking lights and the toys on it that he was not allowed to touch, or he got his nose swatted. He rested his head on her lap, let her cry into his fur, over how she was scared, she missed him, and now he might never come home.

Jonerys Advent Calendar 2020 - Day 24

Upon a time

Summary: One year after his father's death, Jon returns to Winterfell to celebrate Christmas with the Starks. But old feelings soon resurface as he's confronted by his past. Once a famous musician, memories of his former band now linger in every room - but it's his love for the lead singer Daenerys that he's unwilling to let go of.

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Jonerys Advent 2020 | Day 23 : our souls, intertwined

Chapter 1 : oh, goddamn, my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand...

Eventually, they had to descend into one of the tube stations, their commute no longer coinciding, as they lived in different parts of the city. Her train would be the first to arrive.

“Ten minutes,” Jon said, glancing up at the screen and shaking the snowflakes out of his raven curls.

Dany did the same, then peeled off the gloves from her hands, giving them back to their owner. She shrieked as Jon’s cold fingers brushed against hers. “Jon!” Without thinking she pulled his hands into her own and started rubbing them between hers. “You’re an idiot,” she muttered.

Jon was obviously amused by her worry. “I’m gonna survive. Although I don’t know if my heart will survive you callin' me an idiot,” he chuckled.

She didn’t like the way he brushed off her worry. “Then stop being an idiot. Why would you give me your gloves?”

“Because my mum drilled into my brain from the ripe age of 4 that I had to be nice to girls." His eyes held a twinkle Dany couldn't quite decipher. "Plus it was the only way you'd agree to the walk."

She brought his hands closer to her lips to blow warm air on his frozen limbs then looked up at him. His eyes should not have warmed her up like that. Dany squeezed his hands one last time. Although she lessened her hold, Jon didn’t pull them away. “Please don’t do that again, as it would be very embarrassing to have to explain to Arthur and Barristan why their favourite associate has to take indefinite time off because of frostbite that could have been easily avoided.”

Suddenly Jon reached up, his still slightly warmer fingers delicately twisting a lock of her hair that had come loose from her low ponytail, as his mouth opened and closed a few times. His dark eyes flashed between her face and the silver curl wrapped around his fingers. “Maybe if you wear gloves next time, I won’t have to give you mine,” he said quietly.

Her breath hitched as he finally tucked the stray curl behind her ears. For a fleeting moment, Dany wondered if their current position was inappropriate and whether she should step away or not. She didn’t want to—not yet, anyway.

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To Ellie; I know things are shit right now for you and no words can really make it feel any better. But I do hope this makes the dark days seem just a little bit brighter just like you’ve done for me on so many of my own. You truly are one of the brightest stars in this fandom with your fun-loving, supportive, kind nature. Thank you for everything you are and everything you do. Happy Christmas 💜

Summary: Escaping from their responsibilities, Jon and Daenerys make their way to their cabin overlooking the lake. Hot cocoa by the fire, Ghost jumping around in the snow… Nothing could be better at Christmas time. That is, until Christmas morning brings a sweet surprise. Modern AU. Gift for @waking-dreams-of-harmony

She whined as she heard the curtains being pulled back, twisting her head to bury her face in the pillow instead. The bed dipped soon after, a pair of lips trailing over her bare collarbone as her husband did his best to wake her slowly. She admired his attempts even if all she wanted was to stay in bed for the day.

“Come on, love. You promised,” he whispered, bottom lip pushed out as she twisted her head to look at him, one eye peaking out.

“It’s too early. And too bright,” she grumbled, narrowing her eyes on his pout. “Stop.” Pushing at him, he laughed as she wrestled him down to the bed with her. “What have I ever done to receive those eyes of yours on a regular basis? You, Jon Snow, are a sadist.”

He hummed, leaning up to brush his lips against hers lazily. “You bite your bottom lip and steal my clothes. The least that I can do is return the favour.”

Daenerys chuckled, sucking on his bottom lip lazily. “You love me,” she mumbled into his mouth as his hands slid under the bedsheets to cup her arse. “Thank you for bringing us here.”

Humming against her mouth, he wrapped himself around her before twisting them around in the bed. “I’d stay here all year round if we were allowed,” he mumbled as he pulled himself from her lips. “Breakfast first, then stroll, then tumble in the sheets.” He pecked her lips when she pouted, grinning as he climbed out of the bed. “Come on. I didn’t spend an hour cooking just for you to let it all go cold on us.”

Instead of climbing out with him, she snuggled into his now vacated spot, the noise that left her could be nothing but a purr. Shaking his head, he reached under the blankets and immediately pulled her up into his arms, earning a surprised squeal. “JON SNOW PUT ME DOWN!” she squealed as she ended up over his shoulder, staring at his grey covered, sculpted ass. She smacked it for good measure, glaring at it playfully as her husband carried her out of the bedroom and out to the kitchen.

“Stop being a brat,” he replied, chuckling as Ghost and Drogon pottered around, eyes round as they begged for a piece of rasher or sausage. He set her down on one of the kitchen stools, stealing a kiss from her pouting lips before moving to serve their breakfast. 

Daenerys pouted for a few more moments before she finally took a sip of the orange juice he had poured for them, hiding her smile as she watched him move around the small kitchen. 

Jonerys Advent Calendar Day 22: one step closer

There is one thing that has her feeling jittery about opening night, but it’s far from the choreography.

“What is it?” Missandei asks, and Dany looks up, wide eyed. But her best friend’s gaze is determined, and she knows that she can’t pass this off as nothing. The other woman knows her too well.

“Nothing,” Dany tries anyway, but Missandei just scoffs.

“It’s not nothing,” she says. “Let me guess.” She arches a brow. “Your partner?”

Dany’s shoulders sag, because yes, that is completely it.

“I still just… I don’t know,” she admits. “I don’t know what to make of him.”

She’s been trying to figure him out since he arrived here at the beginning of the season, but even after more than three months of dancing with him, Daenerys is still utterly and hopelessly confused by Jon Snow.

Jonerys Christmas Cards 2020 4/5

Jonerys Advent Calendar 2020 || Day 20

Since We Have No Place to Go, Let It Snow

Jon Snow decided to come back home for Christmas after three years of finding excuses, three years of trying not to hear his mother’s pleas. Back at Winterfell he found more than he was hoping for, more than family; he found the stranger he met in Dragonstone and tried to forget, with her molten hair, her blazing fire and her summer scent, like sunshine and citrus, like sunscreen and lavender.

Christmas never tasted so sweet and yet felt so short.

Chapter 1 : All Hearts Come Home for Christmas

He struggled with his bag, trying to open the door of his room. It smelled like burning wood and his eyes immediately went to the hearth, ember still burning away, glowing, casting red and orange light in the room. He was surprised his dad would still light a fire in this room, knowing that he wasn’t coming back for Christmas.  

The fire was almost out at this hour of the night, there was the smallest amount of golden light in the room, just enough for him to put his bag on the dresser and see that his bed was already unmade on his side, the sheet rumpled, stuck under the heavy headboard. He didn’t even have the time to form a question, to think of something before he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, like an explosion, like something just fell on his head, like someone just hit him with a rock.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed, his vision getting blurry and full of dark spots. He immediately brought his hand to the back of his head, not sure if he actually felt blood or if it was just the nastiness of his hair sticking on his fingers. With his other hand he tried to find his balance against the wall, searching for the light switch, trying to understand what the fuck was going on.

Someone hit him again on the shoulder. Hard. He grunted and turned around too fast, the dizziness assaulting all his senses, making him feel like Bambi stepping on ice. With all his training, he should have known someone was in the room, he should have added up all the clues, the fire and the bed. He felt fucking ridiculous.

“Oh my Gods, Commander!?” someone exclaimed in front of him, dropping something on the floor. He felt like he was submerged in water, like he was in a fishbowl and someone was screaming at him but all he could hear was half the words. Even underwater, even in a fishbowl and with a throbbing head, he was certain he could pick this particular voice out of a thousand sounds, in the most crowded space and in the most deafening silence. He could recognize the Essosi timbre of her voice around the end of her sentence, around the edge of her words.

He tried to find her in the low light, to find her around the black dots intruding his vision, big enough to make everything seem black. He was probably imagining her, torturing himself with her, with the regrets and all the missed opportunities, with all the reasons he had to brood over her.

His legs buckled under him and he sat on the floor -crashed- on the floor with all the finesse he could master.

As always, thank you to my better half, Hayl @targsdaenerys​ for the beta work and the way you accept to share your talent with words with me and my French ass ! I love you to the moon and back! You are magic!

Frost and Flame

Jonerys Advent 2020 Day 19

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Jon fought against the current. The fear. The cold. The heaviness and exhaustion. Swam and struggled through the frigid waters, dragging her back to the opening in the ice. Back to the light that was quickly turning black, his vision blurring. Fading.

But hope erupted within him at the sight of hands plunging through the light, reaching for them.

He pushed Arya towards them with all his strength, got her up far enough she was pulled out of his hands and into the waiting arms of their family.

He tried to follow, kicking with weak legs, reaching with tired arms until he finally broke through the water, sucking in a great gasp of air. It filled his hungry lungs, gave him a burst of relief, assurance the nightmare was over.

His family had pulled their sister to the shore. Huddled around her, crying out. Shaking her, warming her, trying to breathe life back into her.

Arya had to survive. She had to. There was no other option.

Jon grasped the edges of the ice with numb fingers determined to join them, to help. He flung his nearly useless arms further out, tried to grab hold, to get traction to pull himself up. He kicked and fought against the sucking waters, dragging and pulling at him. Made it up onto his elbows just as Robb spotted him. Just as he saw Sansa pull Arya upright, coughing and sputtering, but alive.

Jonerys Christmas Cards 2020 3/5

Jonerys Advent 2020 Day 18 | ‘tis the damn season

Summary: Alone for Christmas, in a new place and surrounded by some of the grumpiest people she’s ever met, Daenerys is determined to get in the holiday spirit. And she’s determined to make Jon Snow, the very rude yet very cute barista and part-time Christmas tree salesman, love Christmas as much as she does. In fact, she’s so sure she can, she’s willing to bet on it.

Now, if only all her plans would stop going awry…

thank you to @adecila​ for beta’ing and making the lovely moodboard 🎄

Luckily, the line wasn’t unreasonable, and it wasn’t long before it was her turn to order. The barista was about her age, with a neatly trimmed beard and dark, piercing eyes. He was a stupidly good-looking man, his flannel button-down accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow hips, but it was the Santa hat he wore, slightly askew on his tousled black curls, that really made her smile.

“Happy Christmas!” she greeted.

Unmoved, he grunted. “If you say so.” He had a deep Northern brogue that roughened the edges of his words, his tongue wrapping around the soft syllables. She found herself wanting to hear him say more.

She glanced at his name tag. Jon Snow. “Is that really your name?” she asked, amused. Her smile widened as she looked to him again. “Or do you get special elf names for Christmas?”

He gave her a deadpan look. “What can I get you?” he asked flatly, clearly not interested in a conversation.

His blunt dismissal surprised her, and she found herself blushing. “Oh. Right.” Normally, she took her coffee black with a shot of espresso, but she liked to indulge for the holidays. Frazzled, she glanced behind him, her eyes quickly scanning the menu. “Um. How about a…large Gingerbread Mocha?”

He punched it into the register. “What’s your name?”

“Daenerys.” At his blank look, she relented, “Dany is fine.”

He yelled her order over his shoulder to the baristas behind him making the drinks. “Large Gingerbread Mocha for Dany!”

After she paid in cash, he dropped her change in her hand. As she stuffed a couple coins into the tip jar, she spotted another jar beside it. It had a little sign that read: If you’re feeling extra charitable this season, donate a dragon to benefit orphans at the Winterfell Group Home and your barista will sing you a Christmas carol!

With a grin, Dany dug through her wallet again and dropped a dragon in the tip jar before looking at the barista expectantly. He only stared at her. Raising her eyebrows, she pointed to the sign. “It says you’ll sing a Christmas carol for a dragon.”

He scowled. “I don’t think so.”

She blinked. “But—”

“Lady, I’ve got other customers to serve.”

Indignant, she huffed. “But I donated a dragon. You owe me a carol!”

At that, he smirked, the first non-scowl he’d given her. “What are you going to do? Reach in the jar and take your money back?”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen Characters: Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, Robb Stark, Quick Mentions of a few others Additional Tags: Jonerys Advent 2020, Jonerys Advent - Day 17, Christmas, College Jonerys, Fetus Assholes, Enemies to Lovers, i mean kinda, what do you want it’s a christmas fic, Laundry adventures, shitty notes, Jon and Dany are both assholes, dorm room sex, Minor Drug Use, the Starks suck Summary: