Summary: Jon and Dany’s wedding day is fast approaching, but between all the planning and preparation, there still needs to be time for a little fun. They decide on a joint bachelor/bachelorette party at Marquee – one of the hottest nightclubs in New York City. The celebration hits a snafu, however, when an unexpected guest arrives.
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asoiaf stans who hate house targaryen so much because they stan bench players and are jealous that their worthless bench-playing favorites will never move big chess pieces or have actual plot relevance are so funny to me because they really stretch themselves so far in ignoring all the objective aspects of the plot just to frame house targaryen as the, like, only feudalist house in the whole of the world of ice and fire. which is just funny because poor grrm did so much worldbuilding to showcase that all the houses are culpable at least some degree in violent oppression:
and even if you guys don’t care about house targaryen or are happy, even, that it’s nearly extinct:
daenerys targaryen and her house did not start the war of the five kings, they did not push bran stark out of a window or frame tyrion lannister for that action, they did not murder a bunch of ned stark’s soldiers, they did not imprison, frame, and execute ned stark, they did not kill robert baratheon, they did not kill jon arryn, they did not murder robb and catelyn stark, they did not drive bran and rickon stark out of house and home or set fire to two farm boys to take their place, they did not take over winterfell and the north, they did not force jeyne poole to marry ramsay bolton, they did not set fire to the riverlands, they did not murder mycah the butcher’s boy or lady the direwolf, they did not order the deaths of robert baratheon’s bastards across westeros, they did not kidnap alayaya and have her whipped, they did not murder lysa arryn, they are not the ones plotting to poison sweetrobin, they did not run a torture camp at at harrenhal, they did not poison joffrey baratheon at his own wedding, they did not frame tyrion lannister and sansa stark for joffrey’s death, they did not force 11 year old arya stark to do excruciating, brutal labor and live on the run, they are not hunting members of the brotherhood without banners, they did not take 13 year old sansa stark as a political captive and forcefully marry her to tyrion lannister, they did not embolden the militant faith of the seven… i could go on, but i’ll stop here because otherwise i’ll end up rehashing all the events of this series.
at some point you have to stop being brain-damaged and blind while reading this series and realize that using house targaryen as some scapegoat to ease the cognitive dissonance of being a “loyalist” for houses that have committed atrocities and war crimes and even heroic characters who’ve done cruel and ruthless things in the name of this war just won’t work. this isn’t the kind of series grrm has written. if he wanted to write a series in which house targaryen are the nazi dragonlords whom the beautiful heroic people of westeros band together to defeat then he would have, but he didn’t, and i’m sorry that it upsets you, lol. i won’t even get into the historical details about the other houses revelead in twoiaf or f&b because you people wouldn’t care about those details and i’m not the biggest expert on them anyway. in the narrative of the main series, however, if george wanted to go for the “ALL HOUSES VS EVIL HOUSE TARGARYEN HEHEHE” plot line, he easily could have! nothing stopped him from doing so! why bother detailing all of these aspects of the war and even write about a war in which house targaryen has no actual role in?
you’re seriously missing the point if your takeaway is all other royal houses and noble houses = good, ethereal, brilliant, noble, moral, heroic, cunning, clever, strong and house targaryen = bad, dragon nazis, elitist, arrogant, horrible, entitled, violent, nothing good whatsoever, the final boss.
but anyway, if that makes you feel better about stanning worthless bench players and meaningless side characters, so be it!
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.
A collaboration fic with @arielchelby
AN: Thanks so much for all the love and excitement on chapter 1! 🤗 Here’s a sneak peek of the next chapter 🤭👀
“You must be tired,” he said. “We can rest here for a moment and I’ll call them.”
Dany wrinkled her nose. “Call who?”
He didn’t answer and she gave a gasp as his eyes went all black again, just as they had the night before. There was a rush of movement and then all six hell wolves appeared from different directions. Dany reached for Jon’s arm reflexively as the great beasts came to stand before them.
Jon lay his hand over hers. “You’ve nothing to fear from them. Once you are my wife, they will protect you as fiercely as they do me. Their names are Ghost, Grey Wind, Lady, Summer, Shaggy Dog, and you already know Nymeria.”
She laughed as she offered Nymeria a pet. “Shaggy Dog? I have a hard time imagining you naming a wolf as such.”
Jon offered the great white wolf a scratch behind the ears. “In my mortal life, myself and each of my siblings had direwolves. The white, Ghost, he transformed when I did. The others are hell wolves, gifted to me by R'hllor. I named them after my siblings’ wolves.“
Warmth bloomed in her chest. “That’s quite sweet,” she told him. “I must say, I’m surprised.
He gave her a half smile. “Perhaps I’m not so ill-mannered as you have deemed me.”
She hummed. “I suppose I shall find out.”
I finished it @adecila 💞 Thank you for the encouragement! And thank you @frostbitepandaaaaa for our awesome nights of sprinting! 😘 Love you both!
The sea’s briney bite no longer stings his nose. He has laid upon its shore too long. But the waters still sing to him. From the soft murmurs in the morning to lure him sweetly in, to the thunderous thrashing the sand and rocks endure for his stubborn refusal to enter in. But never has it given up. It continues to call and beckon as it has for hours. For days, for months. Offerings of peace whispering to him night and day. Promises of her forever on the wind.
As he listens, the morning sun turns to evening's, and another day of grieving is spent without relief. He will never find it, he knows. Not there, without her.
So long without her.
Revenge had not satisfied his soul.
Time had not eased his pain.
Fleeing had not banished the memories.
Nothing will heal him save her.
His promise will be broken, but maybe she will forgive him.
Please gods.
A Daydream of Jon Snow | Day 2: Ancient Myth!Jon | @jonsnow-creative
Summary: Jon pays the consequences of his disobedience when his grandfather and king, Aerys, makes a marriage alliance for Daenerys.
Jon sits in the cold, dark cells below the Red Keep, his back pressed against the cool stones that line the wall and his head buried in his hands. The air feels stagnant, musky, and small drops of water fall from the ceiling, creating small puddles on the dirt floor.
He is not sure how long he has been down here, the lack of sunlight disguising the passage of time. He feels restless, like an animal locked in a cage.
Read it on AO3. Thank you! Special thanks to @arielchelby and @jellybeanficwriter for beta reading!
*credit for the Jon & Dany manip to @waking-dreams-of-harmony
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For @youwerenevermine who is cheering me on this one! And this is NOT a Bridgerton show AU, but from one of the books…a wicked one 😏
Dany blew out a hard breath and turned on her heel, padding barefoot across the cold, stone floor to the large, heavy wooden door beside her bed. She touched her fingers to lock and after a moment, she flicked it to the side. It made a godawful noise, a boom in the din, and she cringed, praying none of the servants heard.
She walked away from the door, her hands pinned to her hips, robe and nightdress flying around her legs. “Please don’t, please don’t,” she whispered.
The door hinges squeaked.
Her heart stilled, breath catching. All she heard was the blood in her ears. Why was this so terrifying? She might have been shaking like a virgin on her wedding night.
The door pushed open, the wood scraping on the floor. It creaked and eventually thudded softly when it reached the wall. She swore she heard his breathing, deep and even. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the interior of his bed chamber, the Earl’s suite. He had changed it. She oversaw those changes. Before he came back. He wanted it dark. All deep navy blue and gray. It suited him.
“Dany,” he murmured.
She turned completely and stared. He hadn’t changed for bed yet. Still wore black trousers and his black shirt was untucked, sleeves unbuttoned and neck loose. He’d removed his boots and had his ankles crossed, leaning against the door frame. His wild curls fell around his face, taken out of the queue he normally wore them in during the day. He was cold, pale, and his gray eyes tracked her every step, a wolf with its prey.
Except she was not a wolf’s prey. She was Daenerys Targaryen, a dragon. She was the bloody Countess of Winterfell.
Her chin lifted. “I made a decision.”
“And?” he asked, rather bored.
She glared. “No.”
It rang out, a challenge. She’d thrown the gauntlet.
He stared at her a long while. Her skin prickled. He always had that way about him. Like he was stripping her with his eyes, seeing straight to her soul. Moments…hours later…he finally responded.
And he smiled.
Long, slow, wolfish. Gleaming white teeth against his dark beard. “No?” he echoed
She growled. “No.”
He laughed, softly, and shook his head. “You are something else Dany.” He sighed and continued to smile. “Have a good evening.”
Her arms fell to her sides. “Did you not hear me? I said no! No I will not marry you!”
“Good night Dany!”
“I mean if, you stubborn wolf! I will not marry you!”
And he turned, Jon Snow, the Earl of Winterfell, who had been her best friend, who had been the closest thing she had to a brother-in-law, and was now the man who did nothing but madden and twist her insides, and he grinned.
“You will. You will marry me. You just don’t seem to understand it just yet.” He waved. “Good night Dany.”
The door slammed shut and to her horror, he flicked the lock on his side, like he was the one who had to protect himself from her!
She ran for the door, smacking her hand on it, ignoring the sting of hurt. “I mean it Jon! I will marry someone else, anyone else but you!”
And she went to bed hearing his laughter through the wall.
“I told you, baby, I can take care of myself.”
Day 3: fairytale Comic Book AU
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.”
—a jonerys birthday gift for @muttpeeta
Happy birthday Ames!! Ilysm ❤️
“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.
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It's short and sweet folks, but hopefully it makes up for the long absence. 🤍
“Am I going to have to fuck you to get you to go to sleep?”
She said it sweetly, whispered while her nails kept on with their slow, continuous scrape across his scalp. She was worried about him, trying to tease and prod him into relaxing. That was an impossible task. She'd helped already though, more than she knew, just by coming back to him.
Even the scolding he’d gotten when she’d discovered his hiding place on the roof had buoyed him. Her protests at seeing him practically naked in the freezing cold making him smile. Being ordered back inside where she stripped herself down and climbed into bed with him and wrapped her warm body around his certainly improved his mood, too.
Her touch alone could do more to soothe him than the cold ever would. But he still wasn't relaxed… and wouldn't be anytime soon.
“We’ll be alright, I promise,” she tried again at his lengthy silence.
Easing her worry would be the right thing to do, but he didn't know how to do that without lying. The emotions and urges running through his head would probably lead her right over the edge with him. Or maybe she’d surprise him. Gods knew she was good at that.
Willing to risk it, he lifted his head off her chest and propped it in his hand. Stared at her before growing a pair and taking the plunge. “I'm not afraid, Dany. I’m furious.”
Jonerys — I'd Be Home with You
We lay here for years or for hours
Your hand in mine
So still and discreet
So long we become the flowers
Gucci vs Walmart
But seriously why are they like this 🫠 this would be the official fourth time they stole jonerys fanart to remake it to their jonsa bullshit
