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qyburnsghost · 8 months
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Besides, he wanted Dany in his bed. No matter what happened between them, he knew he wanted her there, swimming in sweet dreams beside him by the time the sun came up. “Whatever happens,” Jon said, finally breaking the silence, “whatever we do. . . we can never take it back. We’ll have to live with it for the rest of our lives.”
- Wildflowers by @likexporcelain
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After years of caring for her ailing parents, Dany finds herself orphaned, with nothing to her name and nowhere to go. When her estranged brother accepts her into his family’s home, Dany must quickly adjust to a new town, new family, and a new crush. Nearly a year since his discharge from the military, Jon feels trapped in that town, that family, and the lingering effects of the worst day of his life. When the aunt Jon never knew he had suddenly moves in, things only get more complicated.
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please go read my friend's story! its a nice, fluffy, scandalous fic!
(i know you hate the moodboard but I think its so pretty so Im posting it anyways and ill make another one later!
also the pinkish hue was inspired by @sapphicrhaegon , she always makes the dreamiest moodboards!)
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miss-celestia13 · 5 months
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‘Tis The Damn Season
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Jonerys Winter Wonderland Day One
All I want for Christmas is you!
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“I can’t show up empty-handed. I need to take something for Ghost, at least. He’ll give me away otherwise.” She said, panic flaring again as Jon Snow was impossible to buy for.
The man didn’t care about receiving gifts; they’d played this song and dance before, and while she had pleaded for him to give her something to work with, he didn’t budge. While she could usually provide a list a mile long, he was happy with a cookie and a blowjob.
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When Jon refuses to tell Dany what he wants for Christmas, she gives him the one thing he says he’ll always want. Her.
@snowxstormworld
Day One.
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meisiesmut · 2 years
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What scene have you written that draws the most emotion from you? Did this translate to your readers? Would you change anything?
Thanks, I haven't had an ask in ages. I thought about this in the supermarket and it would have to be the bathouse chapter 3 in Up Against the Wall. It got the most enthusiastic 'yessssss queen, thanks for the smut with feels' response from people and I think I got the vulnerability and sadness of Jon and Daenerys just right, especially Dany losing the plot towards the end about how he disarmed her and how sad she was he was leaving.
Suddenly and irrationally, she hated him. All of him. His pretty hair, his pretty cock, those big, sad eyes that had captivated her, and most of all, she hated how she had let him sneak through her long held defences and made her feel all those useless, crippling emotions she had no use for.
A dragon does not weep and sulk, and lick her wounds in misery at the loss of a lover.
A dragon should not get on her knees for any man.
Cheers Anon!
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batista12362585 · 2 years
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Really, like Jonerys Fan.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19021168/chapters/66228512#main
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31505234/chapters/79837438
Sometimes, I feel disappointed in what the fandom has become. Hate stories no more. The fans, Jon Stan and Daenerys Stan, hating each other. And instead of blaming those responsible for these who are the D&D producers. They just attack each other in your posts whether they're here on Tumblr or anywhere else. No longer can one read any Jonerys story without the attacks on other characters coming out. I understand the hatred of the Stark clan in the last season, but it's toxic hatred, it extends to Pre-Season eight stories, even before the start of the  series/books proper. It has degenerated into a toxic hate culture. Not better than the Jonsa, but they are at least more united. A little.
The next AO3 user, FairyDream, never approved of my comments. You already know him from other posts I made, where the so-called “Jonerys Stan”, which is more of a “Dany Stan”. He only dedicates himself to promoting and writing stories where Jon's character is denigrated. That added to the displays of racism and xenophobia against Northerners, and all those who are from the North. I wouldn't have a problem with this behavior, if they were just “fictional characters”, but when in his last story, he promotes male rape, he is a NO, from me.
Here is my unapproved comment, which explains everything I mean:
“ In this story of yours, while I understand the hatred towards the Starks now, more than anything from the Targaryen loyalists, the inclusion of Jon now bothers me. Because it just presents a sharp divide, as Jon Snow is both Stark and Targaryen. To hate the Stark part of him would be to hate his mother Lyanna for that, and it's a mistake most Jonerys authors don't seem to understand. also the fact that rape was committed against a man here, in this case Jon, who was drugged by Tormund and Ygritte, and such a crime should be reported. Instead, we worry about Daenerys, because her "feelings and emotions of her" are more important than the sexual crime perpetrated against Jon. This case, which should be aberrant, seems to be an indiscriminate display of indifference not only towards Jon Snow, but towards the entire male gender. I have a feeling that, if it were Daenerys, the sexually assaulted one, many who comment here would already ask for justice for her. Denoting her hypocrisy and her double standards. It's a dark time to be a Jon Stan. Like the Daenerys Stan they destroy all the other characters, just in order to put theirs on a pedestal. 
Jon Snow's new TV show coming up. created by Kit and George RR Martin himself. It will further multiply the hate. Too bad this split in the fandom, the Books will never end, is possible with George Martin working on this show post-8th season. We'll never know what Jonerys would have been like in the books. And we will be left with all this eternal hatred within this fandom. Anyway, maybe this comment will be censored, since it does not praise the author, I just hope it is reasonable enough to understand, that it was not a pejorative criticism, but more towards the attitude that lately, populate within this fandom. Peace.“
That's it. The following news of HBO's “next Jon Snow show”, I hope it fester wounds, and make all those Dany Stans foam with rage, who have deserved it for their toxicity.
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qyburnsghost · 10 months
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“You don’t know every fucking detail,” Dany told him. “You can’t. You weren’t there. Whatever you read, it’s not the same as living it.”
- In The Shadow of Hell by @likexporcelain
While Dany is stuck wading through the darkness of her past, Jon is haunted by the sins of another. A shared obsession brings two broken souls together on what could be the last night of their lives.
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This is moodboard I was supposed to make for my friend like 6 … no, like 9 months ago but I decided to go have a nervous breakdown instead. Please go read @likexporcelain , In The Shadow of Hell and the update ! Perfect for Summerween!
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miss-celestia13 · 4 months
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Wool to Brave the Seasons
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Chapter three, the ending, was posted earlier. I just made it before Christmas was over. The link to the complete fic is below. I hope you had a lovely Christmas if you celebrated it🎄🎁🎉 Happy New Year when it comes 🥳 🥂 as I doubt I’ll post anything else before then.
Jonerys Modern AU - Neighbours. 3 Chapters. 21k Words. Explicit. Fluff and Humour. Romantic Gestures. Tropes. Smut. Teasing and Flirting. Intended to feel like a fanfic version of a Hallmark Christmas Rom-Com that doesn’t fade to black. The summary is below.
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It wasn’t long before she was squinting, utterly perplexed, at the small amount of Christmas decor he claimed was his and wondering if everything, even down to his toothpaste, matched his monochrome color scheme.
“Oh, Jon. This is just sad. Why is it black?” She said, smothering a childish giggle, hands planted on her hips as she looked between him and the sorry little black tree.
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A sudden blizzard cancels Dany's Holiday plans. Lucky for her, her handsome neighbor is also spending Christmas alone. A string of bad luck soon follows the snowstorm, leaving her with no choice but to take Jon Snow up on his offer to wait it out at his place.
Thank you so much for reading🥰❤️
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meisiesmut · 2 years
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Do you feel your interpretation of the characters in your fic is true to canon? Is there a certain canon personality trait that you try to maintain? Or do you have a certain trait that you use in your fics that you think the character should have but is not canon?
It can be quite difficult to interpret the inner workings of a canon character, particularly if canon doesn't give you much to work with, and especially when it comes to writing filthy smut. This is why AUs are kind of easier, and the older the fandom gets, the more AUs you get as people get bored and angry with canon limitations and shitty endings eg Jonerys, Reylo. Basically I use visual cues, physicality, tone of voice, and extrapolation. It doesn't always work a hundred percent, and fangirl wish fulfillment does play a part. It's not serious art, it's entertainment (and free porn), so I don't want to be too precious about my writing.
Thanks anon!
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nights-king · 2 months
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fierypen37 · 6 months
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moon-ruled-rising · 6 months
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The Stranger | Jonerys Orgasmic October 2023
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For Day 5 of @snowxstormworld Jonerys Orgasmic October...
When Jon Snow decides to stay at a mysterious hotel in the middle of the desert, he gets more than he bargained for.
(In order to protect my work from AI scraping, my fics on Ao3 are now only viewable to registered users. Thank you for your understanding!)
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mysnowdragons · 6 months
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The Secret Histories: Ch. 1: The Meniscate (Jon)
"Found any followers here yet?" He tries to keep his tone light, though he knows that he is a taciturn man, that people think he's too serious. And she is right to worry about the Bureau. Their reputation is whispered, but it's said that sometimes, adepts disappear entirely, locked into one of their black cells until who knows when.
She hesitates, then half-smiles. The glow of the electric bulbs lighting the place reflects in her pupils, making them look alight. "Jon Snow. I thought Jon Snow might join me."
He cannot say anything to her now, but to give her a surprised look, then incline his head to her.
"I can't read all of it alone." She could. People do. He is not sure why she is saying this, and for a moment, he's skeptical: maybe she's just trying to do away with a rival by drawing him into the fold. He helps her study Forge lore and never touches the Mansus himself, never passes the true doors.
The trouble is that there doesn't seem to be a fold yet, as it were. She wants to create one. She wants him to be a disciple, but nearly an equal. This could be more trouble in the future.
He is already thinking in terms of a future. That's trouble too.
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moondancer71 · 1 year
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Lure Me To Hell | Ch 5 | My Lord Husband
A collaboration fic with @arielchelby
Summary: Jon tells Dany how he became Lord of the Dead, and later they both succumb to their desires.
Enough was enough. Tonight she would take matters into her own hands. She gathered her hair over one shoulder as her frenzied fingers reached for the laces at her back.
Refusing to call for her maids, she jumped and tugged as she pulled the laces from the eyelets. The gown was too hot and snug around her chest. In a huff she tossed it on the floor, and made for the trunk at the foot of her bed.
Nightgowns littered the floor by the time she found the sheerest shift she’d brought with her. The silk kissed her skin as she slipped it over her head. Tonight I will show him I do want him. That I mean to truly be his wife.
Read it on AO3. Thank you! Thanks to @jellybeanficwriter and @mysnowdragons for beta reading!
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leesielex · 2 years
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Magic Awakens | Ch 60: Daenerys XV
Summary: Daenerys struggles ruling in the Bay of Dragons and has been avoiding Jon and Viserys. With some advice she faces the hard realities and perseveres.
A Preview of the smut that was promised:
“Jon,” she called into the dark, her voice sounding unsure and nervous.
A lump in the corner of the small tent rose at her voice. “Dany?” he questioned, eyes blinking in surprise. “Is something wrong? Are you well,” the panic began to escalate as he stood from his sleeping roll and furs.
Dany ran to him, the pull and instinct overtaking her, throwing her arms around him. “All is well,” she whispered against his neck as she buried herself against him. “I’m sorry,” she told him before she could overthink things.
“You are not the one who should apologize. I-” he started, but she cared not anymore over their silly spat.
She cared only about the time she lost avoiding him, so she silenced him as she brought her lips to his. She felt his shock as it left him frozen against her. But as her hands began to pull his curls to bring him closer to her, his grip tightened around her and his mouth began to respond in kind.
One hand grabbed at her hip, while the other went to her hair, his fingers gentle as they caressed her silver locks, a dance they knew well in the nights they spent in each other's dreams since they swam in the pool beside the heart tree. They teetered on the edge, never taking it farther than intense kisses and heavy petting with Jon always breaking off and stopping it before it could escalate. If it weren't driving her mad she would be impressed by his self-control. She couldn't claim the same, her instincts taking over as if her body was possessed by his mere presence.
She had stepped into the fire again and her body came alive, her blood began to sing and his answered its call. He moaned into her mouth as she ground her pelvis against his, feeling him hard and wanting underneath all the layers between them. Dany was near begging already and she was not one to beg for anything.
Her hands roamed until they found his breeches. She stroked him over the front, from bottom to top, then grabbed at the laces yanking him closer as she bit his lower lip. When she started to reach inside he grabbed her wrists and broke apart from her.
The rejection she felt was instant, like a bucket of cold water had doused her flames. She retreated into herself, letting her walls close up as she stepped away, embracing herself. Dany turned away to hide her tears.
Before she took a second step she felt Jon’s strong hands grip her and stop her, turning her around to face him. Her eyes stared down towards the ground, unable to meet his eyes, even when he spoke her name. It wasn’t until his fingers went to her chin and raised her face to his that she slowly fluttered her eyes to his under her dark lashes.
“Dany, look at me,” when she did he leaned down and placed a chaste and brief kiss upon her lips. “I need to apologize,” he told her.
She went to argue, but he silenced her with a finger upon her lips, shushing her. “Stubborn woman, will you let me apologize for my peace of mind,” he asked, an amused grin upon his lips.
She glared at him, sighing, but nodded for him to continue. “I am sorry for the words I spoke to you. I shouldn’t have said what I said. You aren’t mad. Could never be.”
His shoulders sagged from the burden of guilt and shame. Dany felt her earlier annoyance and frustration leave her at seeing him so distraught. In the haunted grey eyes that could barely bear to look at her, she saw the last moments of their fight had eaten away at him as it did her, reliving the moment over and over in his head to analyze all he did wrong and what he should have done instead.
Jon did not let her retreat within herself and so she would not let him do the same. It took bravery and humility to apologize and confront the issue that loomed between them, which she did not have the fortitude to do herself. Instead, she tried to show him how she felt for him, that it didn't matter. But that wasn't entirely true. She came here to face him and instead she was too craven and welcomed the feel of him to reassure her all was well.
She respected him for this and would let him know she was there for him as he was for her. She would listen to what he had to say as he let himself become vulnerable before her. She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, resting the side of her face upon his back. They stood there a moment waiting for him to find the words and the courage to continue.
“I have always had this, this, anger inside of me. It simmers below the surface until it explodes like wildfire seemingly from nowhere. It scares me, truthfully. I feel I may be the mad one. And since Lord Stark died, it has only grown worse.” Jon turned in her arms now, enveloping her in his warmth.
“I shall always be grateful I heard the truth of my mother and father from his lips. I am thankful he took me in, raised me as his son, and protected me from Robert. Yet, I feel as if I am warring with two sides of myself. Struggling to understand who I am if I am not his son, a bastard like I always thought. And then I find myself angry at all he robbed me of by hiding the truth for so many years. Not to mention what he inflicted upon me with his lies.”
He squeezed her tighter, and she reciprocated in kind. He buried his head upon her shoulder. His breath was warm upon her neck. It came out shaky and tickled her. Despite the seriousness of their conversation, a shiver ran down her spine.
“But then I feel guilty for he also is the only father I have ever known and protected me. I only know how to be a Stark and am struggling to rectify these conflicting realities. I took that out on you and it wasn’t fair. It has always been easier to push others away and disappear in the background.”
Jon’s lips traced up her neck, then across her jaw, dragging until they reached lips. He did not linger though, pulling away to gaze into her eyes. His hand came up and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “I don’t want to hide from you, though. Nor push you away. Can you forgive me?”
The vulnerability in his dark grey eyes thawed her own heart. It took all her effort not to melt into him entirely, as his hands began to roam. She felt them graze down her back, up her arms, to her hair, then beginning again in the same pattern.
She bit her lip and remembered Quaithe’s words. She couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped as she realized how alike they were. He looked at her inquisitively, trying to decipher her reaction.
“May I speak now?” she asked, her eyebrow lifted, questioning and amused.
“Aye,” he replied. Gods, she loved his northern accent.
Dany smiled goofily and willed herself to keep it together. “I did the same, so I can not fault you for it. I overreacted. ‘Waking the dragon.’ That’s what Vis called the anger. And then I ran.”
She gnawed on the inside of her cheek, her violet eyes looking away, the fear returning at revealing the truth. “I have felt so alone. I was betrayed so many times. By those that were meant to protect me, care for me, the only family I thought I had left. I was abused and then sold. These feelings I have for you. Finding out you are my family too…”
Dany raised her eyes to his, as he did earlier, to show him the depth of her feelings and the sincerity of her words. “I’m scared, Jon. I have come out stronger after every hardship and betrayal, but I am not sure I could bear such from you. So it was easier to run, to close myself off, than risk rejection and,” she lowered her words to barely a whisper. “Heartbreak.”
Their hands continued to caress each other, providing comfort and support, to feel close to one another. “I’ll never hurt you, Dany,” Jon promised her, now holding her face in his hands. She could see the sincerity in his dark eyes.
She leaned into his touch and brought her own to cover them. “No one can make that promise. We always end up harming those we love,” she smiled as Jon’s eyes grew wide, his mouth gaped open.
Dany wasn't sure if he was horrified by the prospect of wounding her in some unseen way or if he was shocked at her admission. They had never said the words and she didn’t intend to confess such a thing now. The words simply fell out of her mouth, feeling right in the moment. She didn’t want him to feel pressured to say it back, so she continued.
“All we can do is try our best not to hurt those we care for and do what we can to make it up to them when we do. We can show them with our actions. Words are wind, after all. And never betray them, stay loyal to them.” She reached up, standing on her toes, to place a kiss on his lips, not waiting to hear a response.
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qyburnsghost · 11 months
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How To Draw A Perfect Circle
Daenerys was never quite curious about her origins, only because she had heard it so many times. So when she was gifted an Ancestry subscription with a DNA relative finder by her good friend Missy, she didn’t think it would amount to much. That was until she one day got a ping, and where she least expected. This wasn’t a distant relative or some descendant, no, it was a secret. It had to be a mistake. Daenerys was already beside herself, unsure of what to do. Should she tell someone? Did Rhaegar know? Her thoughts were interrupted when she received a message from an unknown relative named Jon. She had to answer to know more, and then she could determine what to do...
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“Unnatural desire, Daenerys was stunning, yes, but what he felt was more than attraction. It was uncontrollable, uncomfortable, and completely unholy. It was the feeling of unconditional love and insatiable lust. It was incomprehensible, it made no sense. Why did he have to feel this way? And it appeared she felt the same.”
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miss-celestia13 · 2 months
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Jonerys, after battle, fluff and smut.
Sometimes, I like small parts of my writing, so I post them somewhere. Usually Instagram, but I cannae be arsed with it today.
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