this is a fandom event for the ship jongerrry. it’ll take place from november 8-14, feel free to submit fanfiction, fanart, edits, etc. just tag it with #jongerryweek2025 and i’ll reblog it on this account. if you’re not sure about something feel free to ask :)
prompts:
november 8: first meetings
november 9: books
november 10: the archives
november 11: aro/ace-spec
november 12: the eye
november 13: avatars
november 14: alternate universe/the magnus protocol
general clarifications:
- doesn’t have to be strictly romantic! if you ship them platonically you’re still welcome to participate
- feel free to include poly ships (ex: jongerrymartin), as long as it still contains jongerry
- nsfw is allowed as long as you’re 18+ just make sure it’s tagged properly
- the prompts are just suggestions so feel free to do your own thing if you don’t find them particularly inspiring
- i’ve made a collection on ao3 titled “JonGerry Week 2025” so if you write any fanfics you can add it to the collection
- it’s fine if you post something late, i’ll continue reblogging stuff under the tag for probably a week after the event is done :)
- this is a very chill event, basically just have fun lol
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Originally I was going to draw my mermaid au, or maybe the au with Jamie (oc child). But then I watched Frankenstein, and the actor was the same height as my Gerry (6'5", though Ger is 6'8" in his boots) and had a similar kind of face structure in the make up so: tada.
Gerry was built by Mary Keay to be her legacy, and to test the limits of immortality. She dies, and Gertrude makes Gerry an offer. She will build him a companion if he gives her all of Mary Keay's notes and Leitners, he agrees.
Pictured here Jon waking up for the very first time to meet Gerry, who at this point has been alive and kicking long enough to get himself tattoos and piercings. Jon's greying hair meant to reference the Bride.
@jongerryweek2025 day 5 a day late and a bit messed up due to a migraine. But doing the eye prompt!
At some point after everything is over and they have their happy ending I give Jon cancer, mimicking Gerry's own and made worse by supernatural interference as revenge for them avoiding the apocalypse. Jon loses an eye. (whenever I draw Jon with two mismatched eyes that;s why. His original eyes are supernaturally darkened by a fear mark so even the darkest copy looks shades lighter than his real eye.)
Gerry trying to lighten the mood when Jon is looking at prosthetics by suggesting novelty ones. This one has a pirate flag on it.
I think they get in fights with avatars a lot and have to rescue each other on occasion when the other overestimates what they can handle. Definitely happens just as often in the reverse with Jon rescuing Gerry.
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Jon: I know Gertrude left something of a mess to hinder Elias but I can totally handle it!
*sees the archives mess*
Jon: Oh no.
Not the Bookbinder AU this time just a Gerry living one. They've worked together with Gertrude for a bit after meeting at the institute and like each other's company. Gerry is not always helpful but he is always there.
Huge shout out to @212thghost ‘s fic “just start the tape” for this one. The idea of a IWTV AU drove me insane as soon as I saw it under the Jongerry tag on AO3. Not sure if I did this scene any justice but I absolutely loved drawing it. And with that my Jongerry week is done :3
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I'm going with the Bookbinder AU again with this one. Gerry has known Jon for a while now and They have become friends, and he sees Jon compelled to create a book for the first time, and how painful and difficult it is.
Tattoo artist x florist (as Jon helps put with georgie's shop) and jon trapped in the catalogue and doesn't want to be dismissed till he learns why henwas bound in it and gerry who just came across the book at some point after Mary's death
thank you to everyone who participated in jongerry week!! i’ll be checking the tag for another week so if anyone has any late submissions i’ll continue reblogging :))
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Jongerry Week Prompt #7: Alternate Universe/The Magnus Protocol
"There you go," Jon said decisively as he marked down the price and piece details in his notebook. "You've sold your first piece, you can relax now."
Gerry scoffed and rolled his eyes at him, coming around the table to where he was seated. "You and I both know I won't relax until this thing is over," he grumbled, stealing both a kiss and a sip of his energy drink from him. "I do feel better having sold something, at least. Feels like this wasn't a total waste."
"Of course not," Jon agreed assuringly. He knew how his husband was‒ art fairs and similar events stressed him out, and he always fretted about not making any sales. By the end of the day Gerry would be socially drained and short-tempered, but Jon would take him home, make him some calming tea and massage his aching feet, and receive gratitude and adoration in return. Jon didn't particularly like the long hours and excessive amount of people either, but he put up with it to spend the full day with his Gerry, with the added bonus of seeing his beautiful works of art go to new homes.
Gerry crouched to look under the table, pushing up the black tablecloth to peer at the storage totes beneath it. "Which do you think I should put out next? I think I have another copy of that painting."
"Do that, since we know it'll sell." Jon bent forward to take the lid from Gerry, watching over his shoulder as he sorted through the stacked canvases. "Or the monster pig one."
"Monster pig," Gerry chuckled, pulling said painting from the stack and smiling at it. "You think there's a market for this big boy?"
"Well, there was for the bug wife. I'd argue the pig is much more palatable." Jon also gave the porcine portrait a fond look. Gerry's initial sketch had been a personal favorite of his, one of many that he'd requested to keep. "You should text Gigi and tell her that one sold."
Gerry's giggles turned downright mischievous. "She'll hate it," he said gleefully, walking away while pulling out his mobile. Jon smirked, recalling Gertrude's disgust at her grandson's insect related paintings. Especially the spider ones, even though they weren't insects, and as Jon frequently pointed out, had many environmental benefits even when they were inside their flat. He quite liked his washroom spider friends.
Gerry went back to the small canvas he'd brought to keep himself busy between customers, and Jon went back to people watching. He enjoyed it greatly, especially because events like these tended to bring out interesting alternative people, and he loved seeing new styles of self-expression. And it was always nice to see other goths that dressed like them, or more commonly like Gerry. It was a shame‒ obviously Jon was biased towards his own romantic gothic tendencies, but he really felt other goths should embrace it more. Lace and billowy shirts were more fun than ripped fishnets and studs, in his opinion. According to Gerry, it perfectly reflected his own seriousness and‒ apparently‒ his dramatics. To which Jon always protested that he had no idea what his husband could possibly mean by that.
The couple who stepped into Gerry's stall reflected neither of their styles. The shorter of the two certainly had a firm grasp on his own counter-culture style, just like his hand had a firm grasp on his partner's. His hair was short and spiky, and he was covered in more piercings than Jon had ever thought a single person could possess. His parted shirt even revealed an impressive track of sharp dermals down his sternum. By contrast, his much taller partner was distinctly not-goth, wearing bright bold colors that matched his big blonde curls. The contrast suited them, Jon decided as he greeted them with a grin. Even if the blonde's easy smile had dropped like a stone at the sight of him.
His pierced partner didn't seem to notice. "Nice stuff," he complimented, gaze dragging over Gerry's paintings. He stopped at one in particular and pointed at it with a sharp grin. "Was that one influenced by anyone you know?"
Gerry snuck a glance at the painting and choked out a laugh at the scene depicted on it. "No, but I think we've all felt that way sometimes," he joked, earning a chuckle from their customer. Jon knew that piece was a bit more darker than Gerry's usual fare, but he didn't think anyone would be seriously bothered by a painting of a mannequin exploding. The blonde's expression still seemed oddly stricken, eyes flashing oddly as his head jerked between Gerry and Jon. Something about his attention was making Jon feel…not uncomfortable, but oddly on edge and off-center. Strange.
"You've got a wide range of subjects," the spikier of the pair noted, studying each painting with interest. "Good quality, too." Gerry grinned, chuffed by the compliment, while Jon hummed dismissively under his breath. Gerry's art wasn't just "good quality", it was spectacular and priced accordingly. "Where do you get your inspo?"
"Oh, all over the place. Most of what I have here comes from my head- I get weird dreams sometimes, or I'll see something while I'm out walking and base a piece off of that. And Jon, of course." Gerry sent a ridiculously sappy look towards him, which Jon mirrored back. "My muse."
"Interesting," said the customer, barely giving Jon a glance. His partner, however, was still staring at him. "You ever have anything…weird happen with your paintings?"
Gerry's smile fell. "What do you mean, weird?" he asked sternly. Jon stood from his chair, moving to his husband's side and taking his hand, all while glaring pointedly at the pierced customer. He had a suspicion about what they were referring to, and didn't care for it at all.
"I'll take that as a yes," the stranger drawled, his eyes bright and sharp as he laughed. "No worries, mate, not looking to get you involved if you're not interested." His smile turned mean, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "That tends to happen on its own."
Jon felt Gerry's shiver through their connected hands, and squeezed his tightly. Despite the warning from the pierced stranger, he had no interest in his Gerry being drawn into that again. Gerry still had nightmares from that damn Institute, on top of his usual terrible dreams. Jon did everything he could to keep his husband's life free from the terrors of the world, and he'd do anything to keep it that way.
"You don't‒" the tall blonde finally spoke up, his voice cracked and raw. "You don't…know me?" His unfocused stare juddered between Gerry and Jon, wide eyes searching their faces for any recognition. "Neither of you?"
Jon glanced up at Gerry, seeing confusion in his expression as well. "No, I don't think so," Jon said hesitantly, as Gerry shook his head. The blonde let out a short noise of pain, and the pierced half of the pair whipped around to face his partner, suddenly concerned.
"Whoa, hey. Michael, what's wrong?" he asked, reaching out with his free hand, but his partner didn't budge. He was shaking, a strangely devastated look on his face as his breaths came short and fast. "Twisty, talk to me. What's happening?"
"I…" Michael's expressions were shifting so quickly that Jon could barely comprehend what he was seeing. Anger, then heartbreak, then anguish and rage and sadness. "We…we can't. We have to go, Needles. Get us out of here. Please."
"Okay," his pierced partner immediately responded. "Okay, we're gone." He fumbled with his wallet and one-handedly threw a note at Gerry, grabbing his choice of painting and towing his partner away with a firm determined focus in his stride. The one called Michael sent them one last look over his shoulder, an unimaginable expression of pain on his face. Then they were lost in the crowd.
"Huh," Gerry huffed, leaning against Jon's shoulder and passing him the payment. "That was weird."
"Quite," Jon agreed, reluctantly noting down the overpayment in his notebook. "You didn't…know them either, did you?"
"Never seen them before," Gerry confirmed. "He looked like someone I'd see in one of my weird dreams, but not in real life." Gerry frowned, a look of concern on his face, and Jon rose up onto his toes, gently kissing it away. His husband relaxed as he kissed him back, the tension bleeding away with his touch. "I really hope he's okay."
"Me, too," Jon agreed sympathetically. "At least his partner is looking out for him." Despite the weirdness of the entire interaction, the attentiveness of their pierced customer towards his struggling partner had been rather touching to see. Whatever had been troubling the tall blonde man, at least he had someone there to help.
Gerry knew ‘love at first sight’ was bullshit. Love took time, it took work, it took a hell of a lot more than a glance. But the moment he and his daemon laid eyes on his soon-to-be best friend, there was familiarity. The love came later.
Love was the beat of a raven’s wing, the curve of a vulture’s beak, feathers mingled on the floor, the touch of a fated hand. It all comes out after a disastrous Leitner hunting trip.
★ For JonGerry Week Day 7: Alternate Universe !
"Eurydice’s beak brushed against Gerry’s hair, her voice just barely above a whisper in his ear. 'That’s who we’ve been looking for,' she said.
Gerry thought she meant the guy who’d been stealing their Leitners. And maybe she did, at the time. There was something in her voice, though. A weight and finality dripping off her words, a hint of recognition and satisfaction in her eyes. Souls were strange things."
★ link to read on ao3 -> "actualized prophecy"
bonus: chapter 2 is a longass yapfest of a daemon analysis for the characters in the fic!!!
i had so much fun doing this event, i'm sad to see it come to an end!!