#jonerys fluff

"You have no clue where we are, do you?"

I did it! An actual drabble that didn't turn into something much longer than that! Thank you so much for responding to the call I put out. I just love this fandom and all the friends I have made because of it.

Prompt: “You have no clue where you are, do you?”

Jon took another turn deeper into the winding roads within the Woolfswood. Dany knew he was familiar with the area having grown up in Winterfell nearby, but she couldn’t help the anxiety gnawed at her. To her knowledge, there was nothing out this way; even the map she had googled only had the word Wolfswood written across it, the gravel roads that slowly became dirt ones not even shown.

“Where are we going?” she asked before she could stop herself. She trusted Jon, but she had an innate desire to be informed of all things and not-knowing caused her to panic. Her therapist told her it was due to the trauma of her childhood that she always sought control, and knowledge was the best way to do that.

“Relax, sweetling. We will get there soon,” Jon reached over and grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it. 

His off-road jeep hit a bump that had Dany bouncing in her seat and Jon laughing as she flailed around and screamed. “I’m glad you find this so amusing,” she bit at him, though his smile was infectious and she did her best to look as annoyed as her words sounded.

“You’re just so cute when your mad. Like an angry kitten,” Jon joked.

Dany snatched her hand away. “You really want to sleep alone on the couch tonight, don’t you?”

“Never, my love. I always want to be with you.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop the flutter within her heart. Jon and Dany had met in college their sophomore year, both already dating someone else. It wasn’t until their junior year they both found themselves single and he asked her to dinner at one of the uptown restaurants. 

When Christmas break rolled around, Jon knew she had no family to go home to and would spend it still in her dorm with Missandei and her boyfriend, Torgo, both students whose families lived in another country and it was too expensive for them to fly home at every break. He invited that Dany come home with him to meet his family, that they always insisted the more the merrier. They also asked Torgo and Missy, who gladly accepted. 

Dany was a bit stunned by the size of Jon’s house and family. His Uncle and Aunt lived in the main estate on the property, with all of Jon’s cousins, Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon. His mother lived in a smaller but still impressive house next door, on Stark property, overlooking the godswood. She felt instantly welcomed into his family and it was bittersweet as it had been only her Uncle Aemon who raised her brother and her.

Her mother died in childbirth. Sadly, even with modern medicine, the broken healthcare system of Westeros had an obscenely high mortality rate for expectant mothers in a First world country. Her father went mad with grief and was abusive until his own death a few years later. That was when they went to live with her Great Uncle Aemon. 

Aemon was old and passed away when Dany was in High School, Viserys joined him during her freshmen year of college after he had pissed away his part of their inheritance and died of an overdose not long after. She was lucky her parents had been well off, and Aemon didn’t touch the money left to them, not that he would have. He was the best man she ever knew. But as an orphan now, with no family left, the money to survive had been a small comfort under the weight of it all.

After college, Dany and Jon had found jobs in King’s Landing, moving into a small one-bedroom apartment together. That was two years ago, and they still drove north every chance they got to spend time with the Starks. This trip wasn’t for any designated holiday though. 

Jon had insisted they take a week off from work to visit Winterfell. They had both been swamped at work, eager to prove themselves in their respective fields and climb the ladder to better positions within the companies they worked for. It was a welcome break to be able to just be together, no stresses of life to preoccupy them.

Tonight Jon had insisted they go for a drive, telling her little to no details of their destination. As the dirt road came to an end, Jon threw the jeep in park and looked over to Dany expectantly. Dany looked around in confusion, not understanding what was going on.

Jon chuckled beside her. “You have no clue where we are, do you?”

She bit her lip and shook her head. “Should I?”

“Come on, love,” he huffed, opening the door and signaling for her to do the same and get out of the car.

She followed, albeit a little reluctantly. They were in the middle of nowhere, even her cell phone had no service all the way out here. Jon waited for her in front of the vehicle, holding his hand out for her to take.

Dany grabbed his hand and they began to walk through the dark forest, with only a small trail to guide their way. As she took in her surroundings, the tense grip of anxiety began to ease and melt away. It was truly a breathtaking sight, the lush and green forest, sentinels lining each side of her for as far as the eye could see. 

Most forests still had inklings of humans etched upon them, a building or inn trying to make money off tourism, in the litter they left while hiking and camping, but this one still looked pristine and untouched. A wolf howled in the distance, Dany shook, as she gripped Jon tighter. She could see a clearing ahead and hoped this was their destination. 

She had heard stories of travelers getting lost in these woods or being mauled by a wild animal. When they crossed into the clearing her mouth gaped at the sight before her. 

“Do you know where we are now?”

Dany stood there mute for a moment, staring at the waterfall that fell into a flowing creek, the mountain behind them, beautiful and imposing. Recognition hit her then. Jon had spoken of this place to her before, where his Uncle would take them to fish and camp. She nodded her head and jumped into his arms. 

“Thank you for showing me this,” she whispered, before pulling him into a slow but hungry kiss. 

She poured all her love and gratitude into it, sliding her tongue into his mouth and massaging his own with hers, biting his lip lightly and nipping at him playfully. A moan left Jon’s mouth and she swallowed it down as his hands began to explore her body. When they reached her arse he squeezed her tight there, bringing her body as close to his as he could. She whimpered when he bit her lip in retaliation and rubbed his hard erection against her.

Suddenly Jon pulled away. “Others take you, woman, you are such a wonderful distraction. But I have more to show first.” He grabbed her hand and dragged her along, smiling dopily at her smug grin.

As they neared the waterfall, the spray began to hit her face, the coolness feeling good with her skin still burning from her previous exertions. To her surprise, when they walked behind the waterfall, the mouth of a cave greeted them. She followed Jon, still holding her tightly as they walked onto the slippery rocks. 

He begged her to be careful and slipped his free hand onto her lower back as he helped her through the entrance. 

“Jon,” she whispered, her hand covering her mouth at the view. 

A cot had been set up within the cave, a trail of roses leading around and to it. Fairy lights were hung around the walls of the cave to illuminate the place, twinkling against a steaming pool a few feet away. To her surprise, the chill of the outside air didn’t reach them here. A bottle of champagne sat chilling in a bucket of ice next to the bed, a picnic basket next to it. And tucked underneath the bed was one of their duffel bags. 

“How did you do all this?” Dany asked.

“I had some helped,” Jon replied, as she felt him move beside her, pulling on the hand he still held.

When she turned around, she gasped, her heart nearly stopping from the shock. Jon had bent down on one knee and was reaching into his pocket. He flipped open the signature box and a gorgeous diamond ring met her eyes. 

“Dany, from the moment we met I knew there was something special about you. You are the brightest star in the sky, shining the way when I feel lost. You are a cool breeze on a  hot summer day. You are the sun that brightens my day, and the fire that keeps me warm at night. You are already a part of my family, you are my present and my future, will you marry me and make it official?”

Tears sprung from her eyes despite the smile so wide upon her face, her cheeks obscured the violet orbs from view. She couldn’t find the words, so she nodded enthusiastically and lept into his arms, joining him on the floor of the cave. Once her voice finally worked, she whispered “yes” between each kiss. 

She knew from the moment she met Jon, that he was different from any man she had met before. In a crowded room full of other people, they somehow always gravitated toward each other. He was her sun, and she the planet that orbited around him just to feel his warmth. 

Before she met Jon, Dany would have laughed at the idea of soulmates and destiny. But by the Old Gods and the New, the Seven, and R’hllor, Jon and her were always meant to be, were written in the stars. Her heart beat for his, and when they made love they truly became one. 

dragon mornings | a Jonerys fluff Targling Fic

Here it is! This  is pure domestic Jonerys, just something I think we all need now and then.  Don’t worry, I’ll stretch my angst muscles out a little bit coming up here with the rest of the music fic, hee hee.  Anyways, this fic was inspired but he artwork below, by caitnerys on Instagram-- it is just beautiful and I have ALWAYS loved it.  Thanks to @youwerenevermine​ for helping find the perfect pic for Papa Jon and Targling.  Enjoy everyone!

“I have something for you, before we go.”

“Oh?”

In the dressing room, with many beautiful gowns hanging and a chest covered in scarves, sashes, and jewels, she paused, in awe by all the gorgeous items that belonged to her mother, all the various garments for balls, feasts, meetings, and yes, even riding. Aly shifted on her feet, anxious, watching her mother at the chest, and wondered for a moment if Mumma would wear her crown, instead of the thin Valyrian steel circlet that was nestled in her braids.

The crown would be hers one day. It was very simple, made of dragonglass and Valyrian steel, with rubies and onyx gems, three dragons snarling and entwined together. It looked like smoke and flames. It was the new Targaryen crown, the return of their family to the rule of Westeros. She was not allowed to touch it, although how sometimes she did. She could touch Papa’s crown, when he had to wear it, because he hated wearing it and sometimes he tried to put it on her head and once she got to wear it during a Small Council meeting when she was even younger, because he hated it so.

Instead of the crown, Mumma picked up a small box and removed a silver object, taking it over to her, with a red scarf in her other hand. She fidgeted a second, nervous, wide-eyed, and in shock, watched her mother kneel to her height and carefully pin the sash to her shoulder, wrapping it around to her waist and securing it there with her belt. “Mumma?” she whispered. She craned her neck to see the brooch, which was different.

“I had this made for our ride today, I think you are old enough to appreciate it.” Mumma smoothed her hand over the silver, smiling gently. Her dark brows lifted, voice soft. “It’s the Targaryen sigil and your father’s symbol. You are a dragon and a wolf, my little one.”

“Must Love Dogs”

Jonerys Modern AU Fic

A/N: Part 3 of my fluff Modern AU “Blind Date” one-shots series. I’ve been on a damned roll with this universe. So, I should have three more in this series coming out in the next couple of weeks. And I’ve got a lot of WIPs for it.

Summary: After a few more dates with Jon, Dany finds herself having to impress one of the most important members of his family.

Excerpt:

So it wasn’t in her head, after all. The glaring and judgement. He hated her. She wasn’t sure if it was because she screamed when they met. Or if her perfume was offensive. Or if he simply hated the red shirt she wore. But, it was plainly obvious, for all three of them, this meeting had gone astray.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jon said to Ghost in an attempt to soothe him, “We talked about this, boy. She’s with us.”

It wasn’t helping. He stopped snarling but continued looking at her defensively. With a calm and open smile, Dany extended her hand to him to introduce herself better. She’d always found that that worked with meeting new animals. But, not with Ghost. He moved back as her hand got closer.

“Ghost, what’s going on,” Jon asked.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, I am not winning any points with him, I guess.”

“It’s really weird.”

“Maybe he’ll warm up to her later,” Arya added.

“I hope so,” Jon replied.

He hoped so. Or Dany’s out, Dany thought, no more pursuing this woman. That’s the impression that filled her head. If it was between her or Ghost, the decision was obvious. The dog, who Jon loved enough to get a tattoo of, had no love to give her. Of all the obstacles Dany imagined that she’d encounter in their burgeoning relationship, she hadn’t expected that Jon’s dog would be her first big hurdle.

Dammit, I’ve got to impress this dog.

Read the full fic on AO3

Link to the full Blind Date series

In light of all the crap we've been put through, I’ve decided to compile a list of fics I’ve written during the two year hiatus. These fics cover majority of the major events that happened throughout and post season 8 with my own take on how certain things should have went. Not to mention, Jon and Dany are more true to their character. At least I think so.

They are FLUFFY and occasionally SMUTTY. NOT MUCH ANGST. Therefore, I hope they serve to act as a balm for our broken hearts :). I think these can be considered fix it fics at this point?

Fics under the cut. I hope you guys feel better after reading them! :3

This is an attempt to hold myself accountable for my writing; not necessarily to write more but to actually write on my wip’s be it a word, a sentence or 1k. A small step is better than no step at all, right? 

So, this is from the overdue second part of the birthday fic I wrote for my good friend, Val <3 The fic turned out to become much longer than I’d planned...yeah I’m a total pants’er.

The fic is titled ‘Safest Place To Hide’ and is a fluffy story evolving around Author!Dany and Former-childhood-actor-turned-soldier!Jon.

Here’s a (spoiler-free) snippet for anyone interested:

“... This morning, however, smelled like a mix between burned toast and wet dog, and sounded like no other morning Dany had ever experienced.

She was almost certain she’d identified the repetitive thunks as a tennis-ball being dropped on the wooden floor, and the scratching noises could be nails of doggo feet setting off to catch said ball. In other words, Jon was probably playing fetch with the dogs.

”You’re alright over there, buddy?”

Dany didn’t catch any response but maybe only one of the dogs were playing with Jon?

”Hey, I got wet too remember? At least you get to warm yourself by the fire. I’m walking around here barefoot and wet hair still trying to fix some food.”

More thunking noises.

”Besides,” more rapid nail scratching on the wooden floor, ”he’s your brother. He just got a little excited, give him a break.”

No response.

”Let’s be happy it wasn’t worse.”

A dog huffed in offence and now Dany knew exactly who the wet husky was.

”Fine. Suit yourself, sourpuss.”

Dany giggled to herself under the thick covers. There was something endearing about Jon ‘conversing’ with Ghost. She had to admit that Jon was right though - Ghost could be such a drama-queen. “

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Should one of my mutuals or any of my five readers feel the inclination you’re welcome to send me an ask containing threats or treats if I managed to do some writing on any of my wip’s. None of my fics are or will be abandoned it’s just....stuff happened and I’m trying to get back in a writing groove, so any support / encouragement / cheerleading or possible warnings and threats might help the process along. Thanks <3

I’m the most impatient person ever in the whole world. Finished the moodboard before I finished the fic and couldn’t wait to share it with you guys. 

Explicit

Summary

Reluctant to leave the comfort of their bed, Jon and Dany settle to easing each other’s fears early in the morning.

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Whether is was her words or her touches, a jolt of arousal coursed through him. Dany’s thumbs dug into the bottom of his spine and rubbed small circles there. When he felt the heels of her hands dig and glide across the skin, Jon could not contain a groan of satisfaction.

Daenerys leaned down, her hair tickling his back as she kissed the base of his neck. “Does that feel good?”