#Jonsa drabble

[orangeflavoryawp]

winter song ❤️❤️

You have good taste I see, lol.

Winter Song is my 100 word drabble series for Jonsa. I love, love, love writing this series! I mean, 100 word drabbles are some of my favorite writing exercises in general (I have 3 ongoing series of them across 3 fandoms), but Winter Song is special in that it's ship specific, whereas my other two were general/open fandom series.

Here are a couple of my favorites:

You

"You think I want to leave?" he bellows, stalking toward her.

Sansa stands her ground, face fierce in its defiance, tongue coiled in readiness.

Dragonstone is a fool's errand, a brittle hope – a death sentence. He goes even still.

Jon advances on her, until she sees the whites of his eyes, the tremble to his snarl.

"You think I want to leave my home and my people and you – Sansa – " He chokes on the name, halting, voice breaking. "You," he says, breath winded from him.

You.

Like a gasp of air.

Like a secret he never meant to tell.

* * *

Look Back

Look back, she thinks.

Sansa's hands curl around the rail, snow falling soft on her knuckles - bunched white beneath her leather gloves. Her lips part. Words wither at the end of her tongue.

Down in the courtyard, Jon is mounting his horse, the heavy, hand-woven cloak she'd made him cutting a blunt silhouette in the morning light - like a stubborn shadow.

Look back, she begs, the sound brewing in her throat.

His silhouette stills, shifts - his shadow bending against the dawn's light, turning.

A sound breaks from her lips not unlike a whimper.

Look back, she keens.

And he does.

* * *

They're not all angsty, I promise, lol. Here's the link if you want to check it out: Winter Song. Hoping to add more as inspiration strikes!

Play the WIP title game with me!

[joutsummer]

what i wrote in 2024

thank you @mundanememory for tagging me! i'll tag @kittenjonas @ridingupsaturn and @interdisciplinary-disaster if you want to :)

i'm going to link everything on ao3 but heads up that everything is locked to registered users only (lock your rpf!) so you'll need to be logged in to see it.

not in chronological order but broken up by category:

standalone ao3 works

with patience, that of saints: mutual pining rum my beloved

build a fire in this house: established tadejonas via outside pov attila

relief, it knocks me over when you talk: vaguely established tadejonas, post vuelta 2023.

mi corazón, latiendo por ti: jonas/juan vuelta 2023 first date

still believe in summer days: established tadejonas domesticity post-itzulia crash and pre-giro. my most kudo'd fic and tied for my favorite thing i wrote this year.

cycle prompt tuesday prompt fills (all on tumblr as well)

stained glass variation of the truth: jonas/tadejonas, "color" prompt. the start of my descent into second person pov madness.

wondering (are you my best friend?): jonas-focused second person, "friendship" prompt

hold you tight (like the moon in the arms of the sky): established wout/jonas/christophe early-season, "technology" prompt

i'll build a fire, you fetch the water: established tadejonas offseason cooking together, "extra" prompt. honestly probably one of my favorite cpt fills that i did.

to my word now i'll be true: tadejonas "read" prompt, second person pov strikes again. this was fun to write.

the game is on again: remco/matteo "play" prompt, mini golf shenanigans.

lining's silver, grass is greener (i'm on my way): established wout/jonas/christophe round 2, "illness" prompt

in love with you (just something humans do): tadejonas "warm" prompt. tadej is really into jonas's unshaved legs, i don't make the rules.

there's only 1 you prompt fills

an indentation in the shape of you: pippo/jonas "gentle" prompt. we all saw that tirreno press conference. the ones who get it get it.

been lookin' at you (since half past two): jonas/juan "spare" prompt

touch my soul (you know how): matteo/jonas "touch" prompt. half matteo/jonas, half jonas character study. longest thing i wrote this year and tied for my favorite.

happy (for a love that felt right): mikkel/jonas "secret" prompt. the world needed mikkel/jonas and i am but a humble servant. mads pov i love you.

tour de france fanwork classification

not going to list these all individually because there's 20 of them but this was semi-inspired by @mundanememory's droplets idea - wrote for each of the @wtfanworkclassification prompts and limited the word count to the length of the corresponding stage in kilometers. all of them are on both tumblr and ao3. this was insanely hard, much harder than i anticipated it would be when i started because of some irl stuff that was going on at the same time. took me way longer than the actual tour de france - the final work was posted the same day the vuelta started - but i'm very proud of how this turned out. not all the fills are my favorite thing i've ever written but it let me play with a lot of random ideas i'd been fiddling with, so that's fun. what the fuck is a kilometer, baby!

cycling rpf drabble advent calendar fills

when the sun came up (you were looking at me): jonsa/urška, implied ot4 with tadej and trine. domestic fluff for urška's birthday.

and after that, who knows what else?: jonas/mørkøv, soon-to-be inappropriate workplace relationship as if jonas cares

my year in review: ao3 says i published 39 works in 2024 for a total of 17,782 words, which is kind of crazy to me considering the vast majority of what i posted was less than 1k words, including 18 works under 200 words. if we include a few of the bits and bobs i posted unfinished on tumblr (like the trick or treat ask game) then it goes up a bit but probably not by much.

top 3 ships/tags: most common ship was (by far) tadejonas with 16 tags, then matteo/jonas with 4 and a bunch more with two. most common tags: established relationship, 2024 tour de france, and pov second person, which tracks lol. only posted 7 things on ao3 without jonas tagged, and really only 4 of those don't have anything to do with him, so. shrug emoji. i also started (i think?) 5 new ship tags on ao3 so that's fun.

something i'm proud of: generally speaking the to1u fills (especially the matteo/jonas one) and the post-itzulia tadejonas fic are my favorite things i wrote and imo probably the best, probably because i tinkered with those the longest before posting. also proud of the tdf writing project i did, even if i'm not super proud of the individual fics.

writing goals for 2025:

i did a lot of very very short pieces last year which is fine, we write what we can write and i do like the fun challenge of working within word count limits and also just getting things across in fewer words - but i think in 2025 i want to try to focus on posting a few longer things. not like, crazy long - but i didn't post a single thing over 2k last year so we can start there. i've got a few things i've been working on that, if i can get them finished, would ideally be in the 5k-10k range.

i'd also like to try and be a bit better with consistency but i don't really know what that looks like so i don't have a hard and fast goal on that. but posting at least one thing a month is not unreasonable so maybe. we'll see.

not just related to my own writing but i want to be a better fic reader/commentor this year - and also better at replying to comments on my own fics. again, no hard and fast goals but that's something i want to focus on.

god this is so long, i'm so sorry. happy 2025 and here's to another year of rpf'ing around the sun 🫡

[atopvisenyashill]

some recs of my favorite fics

book canon fics

Goodbye Means Going Away (And Going Away Means Forgetting) by vixleonard

the original jonsa fic, if you haven’t read it yet you should. it’s from rickon’s pov, where his memories of ned and cat bleed into his memories of jon and sansa, who care for him now.

i’m the dog that ate your birthday cake by dwellingondreams

au where tyrion is the first born so joanna lives for a while. it’s a really interesting exploration of who joanna might have been, as well as what her impact could have been on tyrion.

you're my king and i'm your lionheart by plantagenet

jeyne & robb’s relationship from jeyne’s pov. it’s a great take on jeyne bc it gives her a spine without leaning too hard into the “quirky nurse” route that the show took. heartbreaking of course.

Four Women Who Were Jon Snow's Mother by Baamon5evr

bunch of short drabbles on "what if" situations where various women wind up mothering jon snow - lyanna, cat, elia, ashara. they're interesting character studies & tbh “what if jon snow was raised slightly differently” aus are my weakness

Agony by bubblewrapstargirl

au where theon is brought back to life with all his memories, right when he’s taken away from pike as a hostage. i fucking love this fic because it has so much throbb, theonsa, and theonjon and those are my weaknesesssas but it was abandoned so beware. it's worth the heart break though!!

game of thrones/house of the dragon canon fics

The King's Desire by exax3

the series but throbb are fucking. mostly show canon bc of the ages. made me want to kms but in a good way.

The Black Widow by Its_Rhaenin_Time

ongoing. kind of a tragicomic take on the dance, an au where alicent convinces the small council to put aegon aside as heir, wed aemond to rhaenyra, and install aemond as king as a way of protecting rhaenyra from being killed. it’s excellent and hilarious. technically more pro blacks, but it's not really anti anyone on team green except criston and the lannisters (the rhaenyra/aegon dynamic is sublime). focuses a lot on gender, sex, and cultural dynamics. currently my favorite fic actually, i'm obsessed with it.

The fire of our blood by katbux

ongoing. au where aegon ii reincarnates just as he’s crowned to try to redo the dance. surprised me by going the aegon/aemond/helaena route romance wise (which is the best route), and i like all the politicking in it. less “pro green” than it is “pro aegon, helaena, aemond, and daeron getting extensive therapy” & it’s kind of a mix between show & book canon. really delves into the "can they actually avoid the dance" question.

Breakbones and the Dragonrider by beneathawesternsky

romantic fic that started as an exploration of the rhaenyra/harwin relationship and morphed into an au where they wind up married. very cute, very romantic, love the supporting characters in it, and the way house strong is characterized as a northern house pre-harrenhal and all the “aegon’s vision” stuff in it.

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

Game Of Thrones Fanfiction List

Bequeathed from Pale Estates By Author376

In a Westeros where Soulmates are bound and Marked by the Gods to bind Houses together and pay blood debts, Lyarra Snow and Oberyn Martell are about to get a shock…

Winter Thorns of Highgarden (FF | AO3) By Madrigal_in_training (FF | AO3)

The knight's supposed to save the princess from the dragon but here, the princess is a dragon, the knight is a bookish lord, and the greatest threat is either the old lady in the blue wimple or the honorable warden with the Ice sword. Because no one thought a second Stark girl would be kidnapped for marriage or that the sensible Willas Tyrell would be the one to kidnap her.

Incandescent (FF | AO3) By Madrigal_in_training (FF | AO3)

In a moment of grief-stricken madness, Catelyn Stark attempts to murder her husband’s bastard. Yet her entire worldview shatters when Lyarra Snow refuses to burn. Fem!Jon, Lyarra x Robb

A Golden Age By margotdavid (FF | AO3)

At her father's request, Alysanne calls the banners and marches south. For what reason, she is not sure, but as she meets the lions on the field, Alysanne finds that she was more fire in her blood than she though. Tywin Lannister is seeing his house crumble to the ground because of his daughter. Worse, a wild girl just defeated his army. But when the face of Rhaella Targaryen appears in front of him, he makes a gamble that might just save his legacy.

A Song of Vengeance (AWOIAF | GOT | AO3) By IWantColouredRain (FF | AO3)

15 years ago, the Targaryens were forced into exile by the rebel alliance of the West-Stormlands-Vale-Riverlands... and Dorne. To ensure the loyalty of the hostile North, Aly Stark was wed to King Robert's closest friend, Oberyn Martell. Now, after 15 years, the wolves and dragons' pieces are in place, and they will have revenge. (Role Reversal.) Martell Centric. Hiatus

A Song of Marked Souls (AWOIAF | GOT | AO3) By IWantColouredRain (FF | AO3)

In a world where magic remains strong and the Old Gods keep active in the lives of their followers, Alyssa Snow and Oberyn Martell bear Marks that, according to the ancient gods that lurk in the weir woods, destine them for greatness. (Fem!Jon Snow. Not for Tully fans. OOC!Characters)

Princess of Wolves, Prince of Snakes (AWOIAF | GOT | AO3) By IWantColouredRain (FF | AO3)

After the Lions' coup, Aegon VI flees with his wife, mother, uncle and cousins in search of allies and safety in order to regain his throne. But there is only one place to go: The Winterlands, the only part of Westeros to remain independent of the Iron Throne. Hiatus until summer

The Star of the North (AWOIAF | GOT | AO3) By IWantColouredRain (FF | AO3)

Just when Lady Alarra Stark feels she has no escape other than death, she finds another option in the form of a Dornish viper and his elegant paramour.

There and Back Again (FF | AO3) By Naerys Blackfyre (FF | AO3)

After the events of season 8, Jon of House Targaryen is sent back in time to fulfill his destiny as the prince that was promised. Jonsa, Gendyra, RhaeLya, Anti-Dany, Dany fans beware. AU! NOT ANYTHING LIKE CANON!

Father of Dragons (FF | AO3) By Naerys Blackfyre (FF | AO3)

"How did you know of this chest Sam?" Jon's eyebrows were drawn together in a frown. "Hummm…oh uh well Maester Aemon told me to give this chest to you when he died. He said that you would most likely be in need of them." Sam answers with a shrug. Jon stared at Sam with a frown painted on this face. What could Maester Aemon possibly wanted to give him? Jonsa, Gendrya, Braime, RhaeEliaLya, Anti-Dany

Lost Girl By prussianblues

She leaves the Seven Kingdoms a bastard and returns a queen.

Or, Joanna Snow is in King’s Landing when Cersei seizes the city, and Varys sneaks her out to meet her brother. A meddling Magister later, she meets Daenerys as well.

A story told in drabbles.

To Go Forward By togo

Jon Snow wakes up in Winterfell, two years in the past. He struggles with his knowledge of the upcoming wars, the mystery of his mother's forgotten letters, and the prophecy of the Prince That Was Promised. How much time does he have until the Others invade Westeros?

A Second Time Around By ratclanqueen

"I know this is hard for you to understand but we have already lived this life once. The Gods are blessing us. I saw this before the Night King broke through the Wall. We have been reborn into our bodies before Jon Arryn's murder with our memories and knowledge of what could possibly lie ahead," Bran told them.

When all of House Stark wake up one morning with their deaths being their clearest memories, the wheel begins to turn. The game has a new player in the form of Sansa Stark, the Red Wolf of Winterfell and the Queen in the North before her death, who is determined to see her family grow old and happy in Winterfell and the Iron Throne melted to a puddle of metal at her feet.

Dragons of Red, Dragons of White By NightDrake

After the Duel on the Trident, there are ramifications that none could foresee. In the world built afterwards, dragons once again rule and roam Westeros, among them the son of a northern beauty and the king. Prince Jon and his kin, Stark and Targaryen alike, face new challenges from both without and within. Whatever the future holds, the Seven Kingdoms will learn that, whether in a coat of red or a coat of white, a dragon still has claws.

Manners and Misunderstandings By mostlyclouds

The Stark sisters have travelled all the way to London to begin their first season, leaving behind the familiar world of Winterfell Hall and a disappointed Jon Stark- with whom the eldest Miss Stark has been convinced to break off a connection. In London they join family friends the Baratheons and the fashionable young Tyrells in a world of romance and balls.

Meanwhile Gendry Waters has been plucked out of the life he knew to become his ailing father's heir, Robb, Theon and later Rickon embark on military careers in the Napoleonic wars, and their aunt Lysa makes a foolish marriage.

When tragedy hits the family, they must come together, learning how manners may hide monsters and the best people are often those misunderstood by society.

The Conquest By DolorousEdditor

An AU of grand scale inspired by a prompt by Oblongata.

Three hundred years after Aegon the Conqueror built a new empire on the ashes of the Valyrian Freehold the known world is a place of war. The Targaryen Empire is pressed by enemies, the Seven Kingdoms war amongst themselves and forces contrive to pull them all apart.

Amidst all this are a prince and princess who fear themselves ruined by the horrors they've endured. Together they might be the hope their people are looking for. More importantly, they might be the dream both abandoned long ago.

A Caged Songbird By bikadoo

“I will be a silent, and dutiful wife,” Sansa spits. “I will be their pretty little songbird, and wear their ugly crown, and sit on their painful throne. I shall give him a babe, and my love, and I will wait until he thinks that he has won. And then I shall take his life."

Shae goes still. "You ... you plan to kill the King?"

"No," Sansa says. "I plan to kill my husband."

A Knight's Watch By DolorousEdditor

Jon Snow is forbidden to take the black by his father. Instead he sent to squire for a famous knight, beginning a long arduous journey that causes him to cross paths with characters he never would have. Along the way he learns truths long hidden and discovers love in the most unlikely of places.

All of this in the shadow of the War of Five Kings and the coming of the Others.

[cellsshapedlikestars]

Hi! I love pretty much all your works, and while help me out is my absolute favorite, the one I keep rereading is a fairytale ending. You once said there was going to be an epilogue, but decided to end it where you did - out of curiosity, if you don't plan on going back to finish it, what was going to be the plan for it? I've wondered that for ages and would love to know!

I also adore quite a few of your drabbles/one-shots, particularly the Switched at Birth one. It's had the side-effect of me making the mental leap to a Parent Trap Sansa & Alayne AU; or more specifically, the original German story Das doppelte Lottchen and its many, many adaptations. I feel like it'd work well.

Just wanted to let you know I think about your fics a lot :)

I appreciate it anon!

Did I say fairytale ending was going to have an epilogue? At this point I can't remember if I said that lmao, and if I did have a plan, I've forgotten it now. I think likely it would have been something like Jon meeting the Starks, or just jonsa's wedding to contrast to the one they met at, but that is never going to get written at this point lol. Just like my third bachelor-verse installment

[esther-dot]

Canon verse gift of the magi Jonsa drabble

Anon, I started a fic when you sent this prompt, and lost it in drafts. I'm sure you've totally forgotten about it, or may not even be around anymore, but I decided to finish it anyway, years late. Sorry about that! Also, it's a historical au instead of canon verse. I don't know why past me chose to do that, but sorry about that too. 😅

Anyway, here is Gifts and a moodboard. Happy holidays!

[jade-masquerade]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you for tagging me, @periwinkle39!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

40

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

350,294

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily GOT/ASOIAF, but a bit of The Last Kingdom in the past as well

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Thawing of Winter

Ever After

Don't Tell Robb

Try It

Snow Madness

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, because I very much appreciate the time people take to leave them! I know I still have to reply to the ones left on the last chapter of Always Loved a Queen though, which is on my list of things to do for winter break.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's just a drabble, but probably loving you is like holding smoke. I had some ideas to make it into a longer fic so if I did it would probably have a happy ending, but for now it is definitely not erring on that side.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them wrap up with a Jonsa happily ever after, but if I had to choose one probably The Thawing of Winter since it also has all of the Starks reunited!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

On occasion--definitely far more for the last fic I published, Always Loved a Queen, than others so I'm not sure if it was the choice of characters involved, truly that controversial of a plot, or if there are just more haters out there now than before lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep, a fair bit 😅

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not usually, unless various versions of AUs would count as crossovers

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again not that I know of

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, Ever After!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Absolutely Jonsa without a doubt, and I can't imagine anything ever coming close to that

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have dozens started on my computer that will probably never be published in any form, but the most extensive one and the one I would love to finish the most would be a full-length followup fic to my f1!AU one-shot Green Flag

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think writing a character's inner voice and having a sense of who that character is, what they would do in a given situation, and how they would think

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely plotting, particularly the middle part that starts to sag--this is why I write mostly one-shots!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think it can fit well if it fits with the character using it, used for a particular purpose, and is easily understood in the context

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter wayyyyy back when

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Finally finishing The Thawing of Winter was absolutely an accomplishment for me, but in terms of the most fun I've ever had writing a single fic I think I would also choose In Case of Fire!

I think a lot of others have been tagged already, so I will tag anyone else who sees this and wants to share as well!

[hilarychuff]

wip game

ty for the tag, @staceymcgillicuddy! been project hopping a lot so this is well-timed

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

sansa scream au

chrissy robin desert hearts

christmas chrissy steve eddie

sansa while you were sleeping au

sansa soulmate au

chrissy robin miss congeniality

chrissy eddie steve touch therapy

jonsa princess diaries au

sansa uptown girls au

sansa overboard drabble

sharp objects sansa

chrissy stranger things time rewind

chrissy steve eddie canon verse

eddie chrissy number one fan

chrissy carrie

chrissy aus

steve chrissy eddie etc

sansa aus and ideas

steve robin chrissy

added some grab bag wip docs at the bottom, but they're more character/ship specific than specific to any one particular wip!!

tagging @cellsshapedlikestars who always has interesting stuff in the works and @mistysharks who i think has some projects you're interested in and @beholdthemem whose wips i want to hear more about and @chdarling who i bet has some good file names ;) no pressure though!!

[nancythebisexualslutwheeler]

So Jon helps Sansa out with her 14 month Nathan, she lives out in New York, Robb stayed at home in North Dakota with Mom and Arya in Cali. So they hadn’t moved there together, Sansa had moved to peruse her journalism career and ran into Jon who was doing business there and obviously his crush on her returns and she’s such a fucking good mom and he can’t stay away from his best friends sister no matter how much he knows Robb would kick his ass and all of a sudden Sansa is trying to feed Nathan some avocado and he smashes his hands on the high hair flinging avocado and sweet potato and Jon walks in carrying groceries and a coffee for Sansa and Nathan reaches for him and says “Jon” and they both freeze because he’s never spoken before and that can’t be right, but Jon sets the bags on the counter and Nathan reaches for him again, “Jon” and Jon picks him up, kissing all over his messy face, “Well happy first word baby boy.” Sansa rubs her hands over Nathan’s hair. “Now can we get a mama?”

[sailorshadzter]

just a little something.

ive been super down in the dumps- between a death in my family & scary medical news for someone i love so very much (not to mention, hello black friday is THIS WEEK) it's just been... a lot. it was nice to step back & write something sweet & soft for my faves. <3

When he dreams, its of a garden overflowing with lush greenery.

It's of the golden summer sunlight glinting off of auburn hair, it's of the soft, almost lyrical laughter that chases along the sweet smelling breeze. Jon... The voice calls out to him and he smiles, for just that voice alone brings him happiness. Brings him peace. In these gardens, which so certainly belong to Winterfell, he cannot recall feeling such a happiness as he does in these dreams, but he wants to hold onto it. He never wants to let it go. And he never will.

This day when he wakes, he's not alone as he once might have been.

Rolling onto his side, Jon can't help but to take in the sight of his sleeping partner, with her hand tucked beneath her cheek. For all these years he's chased after dreams of her, between battles with dragons and lions and even the undead. Between taking back what was always theirs and reclaiming the family they had thought was gone for good... Somewhere amidst all of that, they'd fallen in love. Wrong, some might say, but for them it was the best thing they ever could have asked for.

Leaning over, he presses a kiss against her temple, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair; she stirs, somewhat, body twisting beneath the sheets, reminding him of the long night they'd spent together. Chuckling, he slips from the bed himself to dress, the fire already burning in the hearth offering him both the light and warmth to do so. Though winter was finally coming to a close, the mornings were especially cold, as were the nights, with a break of warm winter sunlight throughout the afternoon. It would not be long now, though, before spring would come and then certainly the summer he dreams of would follow behind.

Just as he's stuffing his feet into his boots, he hears the sound of her coming back to the waking world. "Good morning, sweetheart," he greets as he sinks down onto her side of the bed, unable to help himself from reaching out and brushing a lock of hair from her face. She lets out a sleepy sounding sigh before she pushes herself up into a sitting position, red hair falling about her shoulders. Once again he's reminded of the night before, of when her hair had spread across her pillow as he stared down at her from above; the memory sends chills down his spine. "Sleep well?"

She scoffs, but she's smiling as she slides her legs out from beneath the furs so she might rise up from the bed. "What little sleep I got, yes, I suppose so," she says as she tugs on her fur lined robe, dancing away from his reaching hands. "I had a dream," she goes on to say, turning back around to face him, a smile curving on her lips.

"Oh?" He asks, holding out his hands, to which she comes willingly now. She settles into place on his lap, legs straddling his hips, her arms draping over his shoulders. "Tell me," he says softly, only after he's leaned in and kissed her.

"It was summer... It was so warm..." She speaks slowly, as if she can't quite remember it all. "I thought I'd forgotten what summer felt like, but..." The warmth of the dream permeates to the waking world and even now, she swears she can feel the warmth of the sun on her back. "You were there, in the gardens I think..." It was Jon's voice she can recall calling out to her; Sansa... Sansa... The sweetest of sounds. "What?" She asks then, realizing now that Jon is staring at her as if she's grown a second head. "What have I said?"

Jon can only laugh, leaning in so he can tip his forehead against hers. "It would seem we have the same dreams, my sweet," he says, one hand sliding into place in her mess of auburn waves. Her kiss comes next and something about it tells him they will be missing that morning's meal.

And sure enough, a few hours later when they finally emerge from their rooms, she's donned a gown the color of the summer sky, a reminder of the dreams they share, and the future that's still to come.

[graceverse]

31 Days of JonSa

Day 25: Trying Something New

“Well, I want to try something new!” He muttered sounding both tired and irritated. “Then do it. Yes. I am sure of it. Have all the documents readied. I’ll sign them all.” He ended the call, sighing tiredly.

It had been a long day and he still had so much to do. He expected it, especially since he was going to take a month-long vacation which will start at the day of his wedding. He wasn’t going to be fielding calls from his secretary and business partners; no papers will be sent to his honeymoon suite for him to sign, thank you very much. He planned on spending all 31 days and 744 hours of that vacation lavishly showering his wife with his full attention; being the best husband there ever was in the miserable history of their family.

“This has never worked before. What makes you think it’ll work now?” His father had asked in a voice that was half amused half regretful. “Look what happened to me and her aunt, Lyanna.”

Jon glared at his father. “I am not you.”

“You certainly aren’t.” Rhaegar quipped.

Jon knew that his father wasn’t thrilled with the prospect of another Stark-Targaryen union even though his father had actually enjoyed the renewed interest of the tabloids in their personal lives.

The whole Kingdom was riveted in the rehashing of old Targaryen-Stark history and scandals – and there were many. Half of them were about his father having an illicit affair with the younger Lyanna Stark.

Jon absolutely hated all of it and immediately put a stop to it by buying the tabloids using his massive inheritance money.  He now owns more than half of Westeros’ publishing companies. A good investment because now he can control what part of his life would be seen by the public. His father had been mildly impressed.

“So, what did Tarly say?” Tormund, his long-time friend and bodyguard asked.

“My father will throw a fit. My aunt will disown me. The usual. But it can be done. And I’ll do it.”

Tormund shrugged. “Don’t know what’s wrong with being a Targaryen.” He howled in laughter at Jon’s sour expression. “You and your father don’t get along; I get that but you’re his only heir.”

Jon frowned. “I’m not doing this to piss off my father. I’m doing it because I love Sansa and she loves her family and what kind of gift do you give the woman of your dreams who practically has everything?”

“Well, you, I suppose.”

“She already has me. And now, I’ll have her name and she gets to be a Stark forever and all of our kids too.”

Tormund rolled his eyes. “Should just have stolen her, the Wildling way. No attorneys and all this shit involved.”

Jon smirked. That would have been fun. But he knows in his soul, this was the right thing to do. He’d always wanted to be a Stark anyway.

Jon Stark.

Definitely has a nice ring to it.

[aurorasjns]

For @sansaissteel who was kind enough to send me a promt.

Hope you enjoy❤

1. Arranged Marriage

Sansa could not believe that she had to do this, she could not believe the Gods could be so cruel as to marry her to a complete stranger. 

Her mother was strong but even Sansa could see how this alliance made her feel uneasy and how heartbroken she seemed at the prospect of losing her daughter.

But Sansa always knew that this was her fate. She understood her position and she accepted the match that was made for her in order to please and help her family.

She was marrying a Targaryen prince, she could not really have any oppositions.

The day of the wedding her hands would not stop shaking. She was trembling as she took her father's arm and walked towards her soon to be husband.

But she was brave, she was a true Northern wolf and she would do her duty.

Jon Targaryen was a man that looked like he belonged to the North. She could see how he was her aunt's son. He was more handsome than she ever dreamed of and she only hoped his heart was just as beautiful.

Please let him be gentle and brave and willing to protect me. 

She could only pray for a kind husband, a husband that would respect her and maybe even love her in time.

Jon looked as nervous as she felt and when they exchanged their vows her stomach was tied in knots, it was a wonder she did not throw up  on the spot.

When he finally kissed her, a peck so soft that it felt as light as snow falling on her lips, she blushed and suddenly wished that he hadn't pulled away.

The feast after the wedding was grand and even though Sansa had a smile on her face, her belly kept fluttering whenever their hands brushed or he stared at her for a bit longer or when she thought about what was inevitably going to follow after this was all over.

That night Sansa went to bed a girl and she woke up a woman next to her husband. The light fell on her face and she smiled. She looked beside her to find her husband still asleep and she admired how calm and beautiful he looked. She traced a finger over his features, over the scars around his eyes and his plump lips and she blushed at the thoughts running through her mind.

She only hoped that her new life could be as quiet and peaceful as this bright morning.

[annawoodhull]

Heart in Hand (A Jonsa Family Drabble)

Jon could never forget the words Benjen Stark had spoken to him, when he had first expressed his desire to take the black. 

“Until you have known a woman, you cannot understand what you would be giving up.” His younger self insisted he didn’t care about that, but his uncle knew better. “You might, if you knew what it meant. If you knew what the oath would cost you, you might be less eager to pay the price, son.”

It wasn’t until Jon married Sansa did he begin to learn. It wasn’t until his eyes first landed on their newborn daughter did he know.

(Gif not mine!)

Word count: 1338

Dedicated to @maddiethefashionista​ for all of the brainstorming ideas and for the name Calla Lily. I love it and you!

Fighting. That’s what his life had always been. Fighting and surviving. He hadn’t lied to Sansa when he’d told her he was sick of fighting. He’d been tired than, weary to the bone. He had just come back from the dead, after dying for a cause he’d sworn an oath to serve his brothers. In his mind, he had carried out his term, had served his duty, and had felt no guilt when passing on the cloak to Eddison. His watch had ended.

Jon could never quite forget the words Benjen Stark had said to him, when he had first expressed his desire to take the black. “Until you have known a woman, you cannot understand what you would be giving up.” His younger self insisted he didn’t care about that, but his uncle knew better. “You might, if you knew what it meant. If you knew what the oath would cost you, you might be less eager to pay the price, son.”

It wasn’t until Jon married Sansa did he begin to learn. It wasn’t until his eyes first landed on their newborn daughter did he know.

“She has your hair,” Sansa murmured, unable to look away from their young daughter, much like himself. Those dark wisps of chocolate grew darker by the hour, contrasting starkly against her porcelain skin. He yearned to reach out and touch her but did not want to disturb her as their daughter was curled up comfortably in her mother’s arms.

Her name was Calla Lily Stark, a child of the spring, though the North deeply ran through her veins. She was so incredibly tiny, a tiny bundle of pink perfection. He hardly knew what to do with himself, so overcome with emotion the moment he saw her. He felt Sansa’s warm, happy gaze on him, and her returned it before his gaze was drawn back to the little human in her arms, his expression wondrous.

Suddenly, Lily wrinkled her nose in her sleep and stirred. The new parents held their breath, waiting until the movement subsided. She turned her face against Sansa’s breast and released a small huffing exhale that filled Jon with overwhelming affectionate.

“She’s perfect,” he murmured hoarsely. “And she’s all ours.”

“I loved her before I even knew her,” Sansa admitted, gently stroking her hair. “Does that make any sense? How is that possible?”

“It does,” he said. Slowly, carefully, he lowered himself into the bed beside her. His arm wrapped around her shoulders gently. “Are you well?”

She nodded and gave him a tired smile. “Tired, and more than a bit sore, but I’ll be fine.” She turned her attention back to Lily as she continued to stroke her cheek. “She was worth it all.”

Sansa had given him quite a scare when she had first gone into labor. He hadn’t been with her when it happened, which still upset him several hours later. He had been overseeing the progress of the new schools being established in Winterfell when a young maiden, pale faced and breathless, had run to him to tell him the news. After everything he had faced in his life, including going up against the Night King, he couldn’t think of anything that came close to the fear he had felt, fear for his wife’s safety, for welfare of their child.

In the end, the midwife had taken care of both mother and child safely. He hadn’t left since.

“Do you want to hold her?” she asked him, knowing him all too well.

Jon hesitated. “I don’t want to wake her.” Then he smiled at the obvious reluctance on his wife’s face. “And it’s apparent you don’t want to give her up.”

Sansa smiled sheepishly. “You’re right. But she is your daughter, too. You should hold her, when she wakes.”

Lily’s little fists were curled against her lap, twitching ever so lightly. Jon wondered what she was dreaming of, what she was thinking of. Unable to help himself, he reached down and gently touched her hand with a finger, marveling at the contrast in size. The twitching stopped immediately, and briefly, Jon panicked, his gaze locking onto her face.

Lily’s eyelids fluttered open after a few slow, sleepy blinks. She looked at her mother then slowly towards him. Their gazes held. Suddenly her tiny fist opened and his finger was enveloping in her tiny hand. His heart squeezed the moment her fist squeezed his finger. And just like that she had him, right where she wanted him. She had his heart in her hand. There was no fighting it, a fight he had no intention of engaging.

Jon inhaled sharply, his throat tightening with emotion. Sansa pressed a hand to his cheek, her thumb caressing his face. It wasn’t until she touched him did he realize he’d begun to cry.

There was nothing in this world that could make Jon walk away from this, nothing short of the gods’ intervention themselves. He would die a thousand deaths to protect the woman that he loved and their daughter. As much as he loved Ned Stark as a father, he remembered all too distinctly what it was like to grow up on the outside and never quite fitting in. He’d felt the shame of being a bastard, remembered Catelyn’s scorn, the treatment he’d received, yet he still knew he’d had it better than most. Still, the hurt and pain that came from the label bastard still haunted him, even though he had never truly been one.

“You are our heart, littlest wolf,” he murmured, watching as Lily tugged his finger closer to her chest. “You are here, and you are loved. You’ll want for nothing. No harm will ever come to you. You have my word, as your father.”

And then Lily smiled, her expressive eyes crinkling in the corners. Gods, she was already a heart breaker and only hours old yet.

Sansa kissed his cheek, and when she withdrew, he saw she was crying as well, tears of joy and love. “You’ll be a wonderful father,” she assured him. “As you are already a wonderful husband. I couldn’t ask for a better life.”

Jon closed his eyes and sent a silent prayer to the gods. He hoped he would be. And with Sansa at his side, he hoped they would raise a large family together.

Turning to Sansa, he murmured reverently, “You are a blessing, Sansa, and you have given me the most wonderful…” Swallowing, he pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”

Tilting her face, Sansa pressed her mouth to his, her lips softly gliding over his. It didn’t last long as a soft mewl from the bundle in her arms drew their attention.

Lily squeezed his finger again, looking up at him almost expectantly. Sansa laughed quietly, understanding her daughter’s intention. “All right, little one. You want to meet your father.” Shifting Lily’s weight carefully, she waited until Jon was ready and slowly passed her to him.

Jon’s arms were filled with a small weight of warmth. Lily refused to relinquish his finger and continued to reassert her claim to it, squeezing and releasing at random.

He lowered his face towards her and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, holding her close. After a few moments of uninhibited wonder, he looked at Sansa. “You should get some rest. I’ve got her.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, even as she yawned. She was resting her head against Jon’s shoulder, watching him watch their daughter and back again.

“I’m sure,” he said and smiled. “I’ll take the first watch.”

Sansa kissed his shoulder and shifted on the bed, wincing a little at the moving of sore muscles. Sleep didn’t take long to claim her. With his wife sleeping soundly beside him, Jon held their baby girl in his arms. “I trust you’ll return my finger at some point,” he asked amusedly.

Lily gave no indication of a response, apart from giving his finger another squeeze.

[tayl0crow]

shut up and put your money where your mouth is

for the @jonsadungeonsanddrabbles New Year event

Prompt: Luck or Lies

It was only a joke. They’d whispered in one another’s ears last night amongst the packed club as she’d been trying so hard to get his undivided attention. How was his best friend’s little sister going to win out over said best friend, Vegas dancers, and alcohol?

“Let’s get married.” Her voice had been laced with the lemon drops giving her the courage to lean in close to Jon Snow’s ear.

Jon threw his head back and didn’t laugh, but rather grinned in disbelief. Sansa could call herself an expert in Jon Snow facial expressions and what each meant. After all, she’d been studying since she was 8.

“You’re in white.” Jon had tugged at the skirt of her mini dress and her breath had caught.

The joke only grew as the night went on. Between the bright casinos and seedy clubs, they began calling each other pet names and Jon even referred to her as Mrs. Snow before planting a sloppy kiss to her forehead. Their mutual friends were completely oblivious it seemed. They were also far drunker.

So when Robb, Theon, and Jeyne headed back to the hotel, Jon grabbed Sansa’s hand and they went to the Little White Chapel. Elvis and all.

Their words were slurred, vows full of laughter, and Jon’s terrible attempts at winking.

Now it’s hot in the hotel room. The sun shines much too brightly on her face and Sansa rolls over to Jon Snow’s shirtless body and feels her mind spin. They didn’t, did they?

She peers down at the half eaten ring pop on her left finger and knows immediately - Sansa Stark, er, Snow, got lucky in Vegas.

[fedonciadale]

A thousand eyes and one - II - Frail

I was tagged for the Jonsa100 drabble challenge by @flibbertigiblet with the prompt ‘frail’ and I decided to continue with my idea that Bran is not Bran but creepy Bloodraven and Jon and Sansa plan to get their Bran back....

I tag @jen-snow with the prompt ‘childhood’.

Also on AO3.

Jon returned in spring. Sansa made a show of greeting him with a visible frown and chided him that the Watch had not been sparing enough with the supplies.

Jon looked contrite and explained, that an unusual amount of rat and mice had plagued the Free Folk and plundered their supplies.

“We didn’t want them to starve,” he said.

That raised some murmurs from Northern Lords who had no love for the Free folk.

Sansa raised her hand, and they grew silent.

She looked around. “Hungry people are dangerous. Remember, my lords, that we do not want a war.”

She did not dare to even look Jon’s way her mind reeling with questions that haunted her. Sansa suppressed a shudder.

Is he behind that? Is he after First men’s blood in the Free folk? Does he want to annihilate them? Or is this happenstance?

She often wondered, why she and Jon were still alive. Her mind told her, that Bloodraven wanted to play with them or that he was not yet ready to take them out and let the North slide into chaos. Her stupid heart told her otherwise. Her hope told her that Bran was still there, somewhere, deep down. She could not help herself. As often as she stamped on her hope, it raised its head again.

Sansa did only ask after Tormund after Lord Royce had commented on his absence. It would not be good to draw too much attention to his absence.

“Tormund started a journey in the middle of winter to get food for his people,” Jon answered and shrugged as if he did not really care. “Crazy mission.”

Sansa hoped that Tormund’s luck would not run out. That the loud man and his fire kissed hair was not important enough to be worth Bloodraven’s time. That he would find Arya. We cannot hope to do this alone.

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As usual they met on moonless nights and planned, hatching their plans only by trading hushed words from mouth to ear.

“Ghost is mine”, Jon whispered, his lips touching Sansa’s earlobe, “at least as long as I warg him. It should be safe, if you try with Ghost.”

They had the shadow of a plan, a risky plan, but better that than just accepting their fate. But the fear was a constant companion to Sansa.

“But what if I succeed in warging Ghost and he enters later and realises it? If he can feel a remainder, an echo of my presence. Won’t he become suspicious?”

“Suspicion is his nature. He is already suspicious. Remember we want him suspicious.”

“But not yet. What if Tormund never finds Arya.”

“Sansa,” Jon bent towards her and kissed her cheek, light like a feather. “I won’t tell you to not be afraid, because I am afraid. All the time.”

Sansa could feel her eyes beginning to swim. She pressed Jon’s hand.

“It is worse than the Walkers,” she whispered. “The Walkers would just have taken my body. He…. “

She stopped, willing her lover to understand her.

If he wargs a person, what happens? Would I be condemned to silence to be a watcher of what Bloodraven does with me? Would I still own my mind, my soul?

Somehow, she doubted that.

“I held on to myself, although they wanted to make me a Lannister, a Bolton, Littlefinger wanted to make me his. It drives me mad, the fear, that I might lose myself, that I might become just a vessel.”

“We don’t know that.”

“I know, we share this fear.”

Jon stayed silent for a time. Then he pressed her hand.

Sansa raised her other hand to her face and angrily rubbed her tears away. When she was with Jon, she wanted to share her fears, but she also wanted to forget about them to bask in the light of his love, to get the strength she needed and give Jon some strength in return.

Jon sensed her mood, he kissed the tears that hung to her lashes away and they held each other and made love until Sansa could feel a glow in her chest that warmed her. She didn’t know how it happened, but when she was with Jon at one point, she would shed her fear, her stress, her grief and would be alive in the moment, an all too short bliss that kept her going.

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The next morning, she heard claws scraping against her door. Ghost stood in front of the door, his right paw tapped on her right foot. Three times, then twice on her left. But Sansa knew already that Jon had warged into the wolf.

“Did your master let you roam the castle again,” she chided the wolf, just in case some servant would listen. There was no heat in her voice though, and Ghost opened his mouth, letting his tongue loll as if he was eager. Sansa led Ghost inside and sat down by the fire the maid had started against the morning cold.

Sansa inhaled deeply trying to rule her fear and her worries. She had to train, and Ghost was the best option. She remembered the times she had felt a vague kinship and an understanding for her cat. She plunged into Ghost as if jumping into a pool of icy water.

She thought she felt Jon, tugging at her, drawing her in and, suddenly, she could see herself, sitting in her chair, some of the fire’s light reflecting in her hair. She almost was overwhelmed by the sudden impact of smells that reached her. She also felt something like wonder at the woman that sat at the fire, at her beauty and her courage. She was puzzled about that, until she realised that Jon was still in Ghost as well and that it was his feelings that brushed her mind.

It worked. It worked. We can share warging.

The rush of excitement hit her so hard, that she was driven out of Ghost. She was in her body again, looking at her hands.

She bent down to Ghost and petted the wolf, rubbing his ears.

“Septon Barth wrote that this needs training,” she risked whispering. Then she stood and opened the door.

“Jon really should not let you wander about,” she said loudly even before she saw the dark-haired maid that approached her door with a basin with water that steamed.

She knew Maggy, and was not particularly suspicious about her, but she was glad that she had not let her guard down.

While she let the maid help her with getting up and dressing, she felt strange, as is she was not fully in her body. It took her a while to name her feeling, because it had been so long ago, that she had felt it, really felt it.

As thin and frail as the steam that rose from the hot water. But it was there. Stronger than just hope. A tiny shred of confidence.

[khalpascal]

Hello Jonsas!

It’s my first time sharing any content to the jonsa fandom although I’ve been a jonsa for quite some time now, it started during the period between s6 and s7, and that was the time I wrote down some stuff because I really felt intense about it, about them (and also because I had time back then haha!) I remember being so inspired by the multitude of fics that came out after that season. Y’all know it, the post-battle angst and all the pining!! UGH I think that was what made me fall deeper into the jonsa rabbit hole (which I don’t regret one bit because those fics made me feel so damn much! all of them good things!) I never intended to post any of my writings online because I know I am not a writer in any way. I just had all these emotions post-s6 and I didn’t know what to do with them. But fck it, I’m feeling brave tonight and before the last 3 episodes ever of GoT air I just wanted to contribute a lil’ something to the fandom!

Whatever happens (*cough* jonsaiscoming *cough*) I just want to let you all know that I really enjoy this fandom! We have so many amazing and wonderful writers, artists, meme-makers, those who write really thoughtful and insightful metas and theories and just, in general, I think the fandom rocks!

(PS. English is not my first language so pardon any punctuation or grammatical errors!)

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He could fall in love with the fire in her eyes.

He could fall in love still. Fall in love and be happy. That’s what Sansa told him one night many moons ago. The night they regained their home, when they could still feel the ice seeping into their bones, when the cold comes before them bearing an army of monsters that no one has thought to be true, only products of fishwives’ tales, when their nightmares from past lives, in the South and in the farther North, left them empty, cold shells.

“You are the only thing left that is good.”

He found Sansa beneath the weirwood tree their father—no uncle—spent most of his time praying.

She wasn't praying though, he knew. He remembers her telling him. She didn’t have it in herself anymore, not when it seemed like no one was listening. He sat with her, wanting to feel the chill upon his skin but only for it to be silenced by the warmth Sansa seems to emit. Always, she is always so warm. She surprised him by saying she was thinking about him. “You are the only good left, Jon.” She looked at him, gaunt eyes, hollow cheeks, not a picture of someone who just gained their home back. “Earlier, you wanted to save Rickon. I wanted you to, so badly, but I know we wouldn’t be able to…” A whirlwind of emotions flooding her eyes but pain was the most evident, like she was born with it. He remembers with agonizing relief how he surrendered to what his mind and body told him, he wrapped his arms around her slender frame so he wouldn't have to look at those haunting eyes anymore. He couldn't stand to. He thought himself weak then, he could not even do that, look at her and tell her everything will be fine, how he had come to realize that she is the strongest person he has ever known. She distanced herself from him, gripped his hands tightly and looked him in his eyes. There's a kind of fire in them, not strong but enough to stir in him something familiar yet foreign all at the same time. “Listen to me, you can still live after all this. You have to live. Find someone and fall in love. Jon, promise me, you'll live and you’ll be happy.

That was many moons ago, now Sansa was sitting by the hearth in her Lord Father's former solar. She is sewing her old clothes into gloves the workers in Winterfell could use. Winter is still hitting them hard. Resources are scarcer each day and no one can come out long enough to replenish the stock. Across from her, he is sitting by the desk, looking over proposals from lords all over Westeros. Her aunt proclaimed him her kin before she died in battle against the dead. And it fell to him to rule over the realm, a great responsibility he did not, he still does not want. The only thing that has made him happy over the course of a year that he was proclaimed King of Westeros was giving the North its independence and naming Sansa its rightful Queen. This was his first visit to his home ever since.

"Your grace," Sansa says taking him away from his thoughts. He looks over at her still busy with sewing.

"Sansa," a bit of exasperation coating his voice, "it's Jon, always, to you." He wishes she would look at him so she would know how much he wants her to see him as just Jon. Someone who knows her pain and suffering, who she shared her nightmares with all those nights at Castle Black. Someone she is familiar with, someone she grew up with, someone raised as her half-brother, a voice inside his head tells him. The voice that always seem to sneak into his head in the most inconvenient of times, often when he wishes he could be more with Sansa,  do more with her and every time, he forces another thought into his mind. Fire and blood. He is of the dragon and he best remember it. A forbidden love between a Targaryen and a Stark ignited a war, he will not be as careless, he thinks.

"Jon, you're brooding again." A shadow of a grin lights up her face and right then he forgets all his worries, all the months spent in that viper’s nest of a city only to see her smile at him, the one he swears she only does when it’s just the two of them.

"Aye, it seems Lord Varys' little birds are always on time given any circumstance. Letters of proposals have followed me here,” he sighs tiredly, “I have rejected each and every one down at the capital and I will continue to do so here.”

Sansa stops sewing then and looks him in the eye, an emotion akin to weariness and something else, something he refuses to look into, etched across her face. "You mustn’t” she paused clearly reminiscing something, “that night we took our home back… do you remember what I said Jon?”

Of course he remembers. I’m afraid I remember everything about you Sansa, even with all this time and all this distance between us, I always remember you.

“I want you to be happy. You of all people deserve that. Choose among those proposals, marry a Lord's daughter, have a family of your own and just be happy.” She looks at him determinedly, as if by looks alone he could be.

He could be happy, he thinks, if it’s coming from Sansa. Her looks, her smiles, everything about her. He can’t remember a time when everything wasn’t about her.

He wants to tell her he doesn’t want to marry, that he isn't ready. He still has a myriad of things do as the protector and ruler of the realm. Responses Davos or Varys, both his advisors, would have heard from him. But looking into Sansa's eyes, there were now fire in them. And once again like moth to a flame he found himself unable to look away. And he realizes with no short amount of trepidation that it is not because of his role as king that’s stopping him. All this time he refused to acknowledge the depth of his feelings for his sister-turned-cousin because he’s afraid of her reaction, her rejection. But he finds the courage now. He recognizes the look in her eyes, it’s mirroring his own.

Pain, longing, desire.

And he wants to feel the cold against his cheeks every day of his life and burn in Sansa's warmth every night. He looks at her and finds himself inescapably in love, first with the fire in her eyes. And he knows, gods, how he’s certain he’s falling in love deeper with the fire in her soul.

The red woman can see visions in the fire, he can see his future in her eyes.

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Umm so yeah... I hope you guys like it!