#vivilove

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Colonel Jon Targaryen is a single man in possession of a good fortune who claims no interest in finding himself a wife. With his war wounds, he thinks no young lady would want him anyway for anything beyond the allure of his pocketbook.

Fortunately and unbeknownst to him, Fate has chosen to find a wife for him and will even deliver her right to his doorstep.

Dropping by with Red Bull and affection 😘

Respectfully,

A Fan

Thank you @vivilove-jonsa. I'm definitely cutting this close to the wire but its just editing and the fun stuff now!!

and here's a taste:

His eyes are suddenly warm, and so are his hands, still circling her wrists, holding them so close to his chest that everything turns over once more. Now she is the one, wild-eyed and breathing too hard, and Jon is calm, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile.

“Can I tell you?”

“Obviously. Jon, you can tell me anything. I just—I don’t want to make you tell me something personal just because I’m feeling insecure about our friendship.”

“Well, first of all, can I say how flattering it is that you are feeling insecure, when you are clearly the cooler half of our duo. Fucking hell, Sansa.”

“Liar! You met me puking my guts out, and I’ve only rolled down hill from there. At high speed.”

“I told you. Sweetberry and rainbows. It was nothing.”

“Jon.” Her cheeks are warm.

“You’re the princess of Winterfell, Sansa. You can’t win this argument.”

“I don’t want to argue with you.” It’s a whispered admission, that he returns just as quiet.

“Me either.”

Ah! Thank you for the ask! 💕

Miss Sansa’s Suitor // jonsa // Mature

for @vivilove-jonsa

When her grandchildren discover something odd in her attic trunk, Sansa recalls the winter of 1798 when she fell in love with Jon Snow.

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“What’s a bundling sack?” Lyanna asked.

“It’s what folks would use for bundling,” Sansa answered evasively, knowing that would not deter the girl for a moment.

“Grandmother…” the child said in a tone half pleading and half annoyed.

Vivilove

Bad Little Bird (1782 words)

We are going Motown for you! It's hard to choose just one, but you're getting You Can't Hurry Love (the Supremes version).

It reminds me of your writing, and the way you build up Jon and Sansa's love in each of your stories with such a nice mix of tension and underlying sweetness between them. I always know you're going to give our babes a happy ending after a great mix of angst and/or humor.

Also, the writers of You Can't Hurry Love, wrote a ton of other Motown Hits, like Heat Wave, Where Did Our Love Go, How Sweet It is (To Be Loved By You), Stop! (In the Name of Love)...the list goes on.

That consistent hit writing ALSO reminds me of you and your prolific writing. Your so good at knocking out stories, AND finishing them. AND finding time to encourage the rest of the jonsa fam.

I'm in awe.

Completed

Jon Snow is a Wildling who encounters the beautiful Lady Sansa Stark by chance in a wood one afternoon as a youth and falls in love with her.

First Encounter

I can be brave, like a lady in a song, Sansa thought as the Wildling appeared from the woods. As she looked at him, she decided he was handsome. That cannot be. Wildlings were enemies. How could an enemy be handsome?

I should like to steal her, Jon thought. But he would not steal the proud and pretty maid. He had watched her for several minutes from the shelter of the trees as she sang to herself and collected flowers. She was more beautiful than any woman Jon had ever seen and he wondered if all highborn maids in the South could possibly be this lovely.

He stepped closer as she cried and she leapt back from him. “I don’t mean you any harm,” he said again.

An Uninvited Guest

Jon is a Wildling and volunteers to be Mance Rayder's eyes and ears in Winterfell during King Robert Baratheon's visit. But it is not necessarily for this purpose that Jon is so eager to go. He longs to see the highborn maid, Lady Sansa Stark, who he met during a chance encounter a moon earlier when he stole a kiss and she stole his heart.

Wildling Lover