#31daysofjonsa2021

[sayruq]

Jonsa Month: Day 1: Costumes

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[sweetaprilbutterfly]

31 Days of Jonsa 2021

Day 1: Costumes

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[kitnjon]

Day 29 - Jealousy

For 31 days of Jonsa event by @fyeahjonandsansa​

#jonsa #jon x sansa #31daysofjonsa2021 #31 days of jonsa 2021 #actually jonsa #my post #edit:original

[fyeahjonandsansa]

Mark your calendars, y’all! We’re about to do a thing...again!

October 1 - October 31, 2021 is going to be all about bringing the Jonsa feels. Each day of the month will feature its own topic, and all of the fan made things are more than welcome to be submitted! Fanfiction, fan art, fan videos, metas, etc. Have fun with it! You’ll just need to tag your submissions with #31DaysofJonsa2021 so that we can reblog it all here!

Yessss, we’re posting about this quite early, but we wanted to be able to give the fandom a chance to make everything, and we will continue to reblog this as a reminder for everyone! :) 

Now, to the fun part. The topics!! I made sure to add all of the topics that were submitted, plus a few that we admins wanted to see ourselves to the list. Share them, reblog them, prepare for them as you see fit. Check them out below:

October 1 - Costumes October 2 - Pregnancy October 3 - COVID/Lockdown related October 4 - First... anything October 5 - Roommates October 6 - Meeting in College October 7 - Meeting on Vacation October 8 - Sharing a bed October 9 - Birthday October 10 - First snow of the year October 11 - Wedding October 12 - Hopelessly Romantic Jon October 13 - Sneaking around October 14 - Dreams/Nightmares October 15 - Goodbye before battle or long journey October 16 - Trapped together October 17 - High school October 18 - Best friends to lovers October 19 - Argument October 20 - Taking care of someone (sick/injury) October 21 - Inspired by a song or lyric October 22 - PTSD October 23 - Enemies/frenemies to lovers October 24 - Smutty with a kink of your choice October 25 - Trying something new October 26 - Co-workers October 27 - Super fluffy October 28 - Angsty Teens October 29 - Jealousy October 30 - Moment including Ghost October 31 - Halloween Party

I cannot wait to see what everyone comes up with!! ;)

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[esther-dot]

Sansa secretly marries Jon before he goes South to war for day 11 of @fyeahjonandsansa ‘s 31 Days of Jonsa event

#jonsa #31daysofjonsa2021 #dot fic

[cellsshapedlikestars]

halloween party

Ok, I felt weird not writing anything for Halloween this year, so I decided to do something quick for the @fyeahjonandsansa 31 days of Jonsa event. Day 31: Halloween Party.

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She and Jon make a good team.

Literally not a sentence she ever thought she would say, but here she is.

It's true, though. Sansa is terrible at the beginning parts of carving a pumpkin – getting the knife through the thick rind and flesh, cutting a perfect circle to pop out, hollowing out all the gunk and guts. She particularly hates that last part, hates the way the pulp feels, the slimy little seeds.

Jon, however, has no issue with any of it, and she takes a moment to watch him shove the knife deep into a fresh pumpkin (and perhaps she gets a bit distracted with the way his arms flex as he carves out a neat circle on the bottom of it – another thing Sansa would never have thought of, to open it from the bottom to make placing a candle inside easier). He also has no qualms about the guts, she watches him go in with his bare hand and pull out stringy masses of it before using the scraper to get the leftovers.

Jon is terrible at the rest of it, though. Sure, he can carve the face, technically, but the ones he did try look like little children made them. This is where Sansa shines – she sketches the design and then carefully carves them out. It makes her giggle, thinking back to Jon's face when he'd seen her first pumpkin, the impressed wow that had made her warm with pleasure, before he turned his own pumpkin to face her and she'd burst into laughter at it.

So now they have a system down – Jon gets the pumpkins ready for her, and she does the rest. Of course, her job is slower, so there's already a few pumpkins waiting for her that Jon's already prepped.

Why Jeyne decided she needed to make this party jack-o-lantern themed, Sansa has no idea. It had sounded nice in theory – in practice? Well, there's a reason the rest of her siblings had bailed on this project, and even Robb and Jeyne are somewhere else in the house, doing other party prep things. Jeyne just doesn't want to admit that maybe her idea was a bit over the top.

So now it's just Sansa and Jon, because of course it is. Sansa never would have said she and Jon have anything in common, but they do have this – Jon's weird, stubborn loyalty and Sansa's need to see a project through to perfection. Not exactly the same, but the end result is. They're both here, the last two standing.

“Can you hand me that little knife?” Jon asks, pointing to one of her carving tools. “I figure I can help you out with some of the bigger cuts,” and then he gestures at the waiting pumpkins that she's already drawn designs on in pencil.

“Ew, get your hand away from me,” Sansa leans back as his pumpkin covered hand waves in her general direction. It grosses her out so much, Jon had laughed at her when she gagged scooping out her first pumpkin (wearing rubber gloves that she forced Robb to find).

Jon looks down at his hand, looks at her, then says, “this hand?” And then, to her horror, he reaches out for her with it and she squeals and drops the pumpkin she's working on to scramble back. And Jon – Jon just laughs, louder than he did earlier, reaching out for the pumpkin she dropped. “Careful,” he says with a grin, “these are delicate, don't go dropping them.”

She's about to say something when Robb's head pops into the room. “Everything ok in here?”

“We're fine,” Jon says, at the same time that Sansa huffs, “get your friend under control, Robb.”

Robb quirks an eyebrow at them and Sansa turns a glare on Jon, who's still grinning.

“You want to help?” Jon then asks, gesturing at the pumpkins they still have left to carve.

“Actually, there's so much to do in the other room...” Robb hedges, backing out.

“This is your party! Coward!” Sansa calls after her brother as he disappears.

“He's a terrible friend,” Jon says with that same smile on his face as he leans over and reaches past Sansa to grab the carving tool he'd been asking for, and Sansa realizes she's holding her breath at how close he gets.

“Aren't you glad to be back?” she tries her best to sound as sarcastic as possible.

She realizes that maybe it was a stupid thing to say when Jon's smile falters – this is his first year back after being honorably discharged; after being given some medal for getting shot six times in a mutiny within his own unit.

“Yeah,” he finally says, voice low and soft. “Yeah, I'm glad to be back.”

They work in silence after that, and Sansa finds herself sneaking glances at him. He's grown out his hair, for years she only saw him with a military buzz cut, but now it's long enough that he can tie half of it up into a little bun. The beard is also new, and all she can think is that it makes his eyes look more intense, somehow, makes the grey of them brighter.

She has to shake herself out of it when she notices that she's falling behind on her carving. She and Jon make a good team, except for when he's being completely distracting (not a phrase she would have ever associated with him when they were younger).

By the time they finally finish, her hands are cramping, but Jeyne is absolutely delighted by the lineup of pumpkins.

“It's perfect!” Jeyne sighs and hugs Sansa and then Jon. “Now we just need to put them around the house!”

They all start placing the pumpkins around according to Jeyne's orders, and it's then that Robb catches her alone.

“Was Jon laughing earlier?” Robb asks as they both stand in the hallway. In the dining room, Sansa can hear Jeyne directing Jon.

“Yeah?” she shrugs. “He thought it was so funny that I don't like touching pumpkin guts.”

All Robb says is, “huh,” and he starts walking back to the kitchen.

“Why?” she asks, hurrying to catch up.

“Nothing, I just... I don't think I've seen him laugh since he's been back, is all.”

Since he was shot, is what Robb doesn't say.

“Maybe I'm just funnier than you,” she shrugs.

It was meant as a joke, but when she looks back at Robb, he's got this look on his face - something appraising. She has no idea what it's about.

“Maybe,” Robb finally says.

She has no idea what Robb meant - Jon laughs all the time, she decides, when later on they're separating the seeds from the pulp to roast (once again, Jeyne's idea). Jon laughs every single time Sansa makes an exaggerated gagging noise when she has to touch the pumpkin guts. She does catch both Robb and Jeyne watching them a few times, both like they're a bit baffled by the laughter, which Sansa thinks is ridiculous. Jon laughs so easily.

The strange looks continue through the pizza Robb and Jeyne order to thank them for their help, through the beers and movie after (Jon also finds her reactions to horror movies funny, though his laughs are softer and he at least lets her hide her face in his shoulder during the worst parts).

When they're finally ready to go and Jon pulls on his leather jacket, it strikes Sansa that this Jon is different than the ones she knew before – the quiet, sullen teenager and then the clean cut, stoic soldier she'd seen the few times he'd been back on leave. This is a new Jon, though she also thinks it's the same one – he's different now, but there's still something innately Jon about him. She can't really explain it. She also can't explain why she finds it so fascinating.

“You'll be at the party tomorrow?” he asks out at their cars (Robb and Jeyne watching them from the front door like absolute weirdos).

“Duh,” she rolls her eyes, but there's no real annoyance behind it. “I didn't carve all those pumpkins for a party I wasn't even going to.”

That gets a smile out of him, and a soft release of breath that she thinks is a laugh. “Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, then.”

Something else she can't explain? The way her heart flutters.

“See you tomorrow.”

#jonsa #jonsa fic #31daysofjonsa #31daysofjonsa2021

[astradrifting]

Someone to Stay, Vancouver Sleep Clinic

For the 31 Days of Jonsa event by @fyeahjonandsansa, day 21: inspired by a song or lyric

#31daysofjonsa2021 #jonsaedit #actuallyjonsa #jonsa #jon snow x sansa stark #my edits #I have an essay due today and I still spent all of last night making this #this song just has a stranglehold on my heart it fits them so perfectly #jonsa songs

[crosbystitious]

stitch by stitch

She glanced over Robb’s plastic hand hook and obnoxious hat to see Jon wearing – wait, what the hell?

Robb came to a stop in front of her and opened his mouth, but before he could get a word in, Sansa said, “Is that a Lord Commander outfit?”

Jon went wide-eyed at her question, glancing down at himself. “Uh, yeah.” He mumbled, looking anywhere but at her.

Sansa stared at him, open mouthed. Her eyes ravaged every part of his body, unashamed. The stitching. The authenticity. The historical accuracy. “That is so hot.” Sansa blurted out.

Day 1 of the 31 Days of Jonsa Challenge -- Costumes Read it here on ao3.

#31 days of jonsa 2021 #31daysofjonsa2021 #jonsa #fanfiction #Sansa is super annoyed by Jon's existence and will not allow his debbie downer self ruin her halloween party

[tartheanmaid]

#31DaysofJonsa Day 1 - Costumes

So you see, Sansa liked to go all out for halloween. It was her thing. Extravagant and lavish parties all throughout the month, eventually leading up to an even more extravagant and lavish party on the last day. And of course Sansa is the kind of person to start making her costume months ahead, making sure to get every detail just right. Her boyfriend Jon on the other hand... well, he tries. That’s about as much one can say on his behalf for this subject. He tries, he really does. For Sansa he’s sure he would try just about anything. But Jon was just plain busy juggling work, college starting up again, and his loud and obnoxious roommates Theon Grejoy, Robb Stark,—who just happened to be Sansa’s older brother—and Jory Cassel. Among all the chaos of the new semester he had almost forgotten about Halloween all together, well that is until his loving girlfriend decided to facetime him at 10pm sharp on September 30th. “So what do you think?” She had said almost immediately after Jon picked up. She was wearing a what looked to be a simple 60s inspired devil costume, but if you knew anything about Sansa at all you’d know that it was probably definitely more complicated than it seemed. Even though Jon was half asleep when she called, he still managed to respond with a numerous amount of compliments each time she showed him something new about the costume. About 40 minutes later Sansa finally asked, “Anyways, enough about my costume! How’s the angel costume going? Can I see what you’ve got so far?” That made Jon’s eyes go wide. He had completely forgotten about the angel costume. Shit.

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[graceverse]

31 Days of JonSa 2021

Ah! Here it is. And here is my first entry.

Day 1: Costumes

Her robes are muted in color: grey and silver, lined with white fur and dark threads, like black ink weaving in and out of the fabric. It matches her mood when she stands at the raised dais or sits on her throne. Shoulders thrown back, spine like a steel sword. The only two colors that stands out are her eyes (blue, like summer skies) and her autumn-colored hair. She used to have golden amber locks, like a flickering fire. Now it's the dark-red of weirdwood leaves.

But once her duties have ended, she would take off her crown – always carefully, always reverently, fingers brushing over the familiar ridges of the two direwolves, one holding up the other – she would shrug off her robes and she transforms into Sansa Stark, Lady of Winterfell.

She wears a less formal gown, made from sturdier material; a deep dark green velvet dress that hides mud stains at the hem. She would go around the castle, be amongst her people. Always ready with a comforting word; squeezing hands and arms in encouragement; asking if there was something she could do to help, to alleviate pain or discomfort, to make things better. And in this way, the people learned to love her, truly.

In the afternoon, she would change into her riding clothes: tanned leather, thick woolen jacket. She prefers darker colors during winter; in the spring she leans towards blues and lavenders; in summer, pastel shades, reminiscent of the dainty gowns she had worn back in King’s Landing. The time she had spent in the South has no hold over her, it is simply, just memories. In autumn though, she glows: yellows and oranges, like the fiery sunsets that washes over Winterfell.

At night, when everything has settled down and it is quiet and peaceful, like yesterday and the day before that, as it would be tomorrow and the next day and forever – as promised – she wears her hair in a simple plait; her night gown light and flimsy. Familiar to the touch. She is partial to lace and silk.

He asked her once if she didn’t get cold. She let out a hearty laugh that filled him with happiness and warmed him like nothing else, “But that is your job, husband, to keep me warm.”

Jon is never tired of watching her. All these costumes and how she wears them: elegantly, proudly. Always a reflection of her duties and her responsibilities.

He often wonders if Sansa ever realizes how each shedding of robe, dress, gown and crown, gloves and boots – all of that would lead to this: his nimble fingers untying knots, untangling her hair, rolling her socks down. He listens to her every sigh, the little moans she makes as he slowly, tenderly removes her clothes until she is bare. Naked and perfect and finally, he can warm her up and properly worship her.

His Queen. His wife. His Sansa.

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[sayruq]

Jonsa Month: Day 21: Lyrics

For @alayne-stone

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[sweetaprilbutterfly]

31 Days of Jonsa 2021

Day 30: Moment including Ghost

Jon and Sansa were very surprised, but happy, when one day Ghost returned with a little direwolf at his heels.

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[kitnjon]

Day 19 -Argument

For 31 days of Jonsa event by @fyeahjonandsansa

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[esther-dot]

-Charles Bukowski

Goodbye for day 15 of @fyeahjonandsansa ‘s event

#jonsa #me: you know what's fun? suffering! #31daysofjonsa2021 #mine.mine.mine.

[cellsshapedlikestars]

day 3: pandemic

for the @fyeahjonandsansa 31 days of Jonsa event, day 3: pandemic

(I won’t lie, I only have 4 of these prompts written and I felt bad about it so I decided to write something for today real quick before I go edit the next chapter of fairytale ending)

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Sansa Stark is not a gamer.

She never has been. She's seen people play: her siblings, even Harry had played those shooter games that she hated watching because they made her feel nauseous and disoriented. Too many loud sounds and flashing lights and jerky movements.

But here's the thing - she's been locked in her apartment for almost three months, alone, and Harry left his Switch when he fucked off to Essos with his secretary right before the pandemic hit. Now he's stuck there and she's here, in their apartment, with his Switch.

(She definitely thinks she got the better deal because despite being heartbroken and a little embarrassed at her unceremonious dumping, at least she's at home and not stuck in a foreign country fighting to get back, with a woman that, it turns out, he doesn't get along with at all now that they're forced into quarantine together.)

Sansa's lucky she can work from home, and she's lucky a lot of her hobbies are home-based: she likes reading and baking and knitting. There's only so much reading and knitting she can do, though - there's only so much TV she can watch and there's only so many batches of muffins and cookies that she can make before she finds herself overwhelmed by baked goods and boredom.

And so one day, she'd picked up that Switch after Arya told her about this game called Animal Crossing and it had sounded cute. She'd charged Harry's account linked to his device (he can think of it as her severance pay for their relationship) and downloaded the game.

Cut to a month later and she plays it nonstop. Her museum is quickly building up, though it's not complete yet (curse those seasonal bugs and fish!). Her island is gorgeous. Her residents are overwhelmingly happy. But it's not perfect.

“You should talk to Jon,” Arya says, her voice sounding distracted through Sansa's bluetooth headphones. Sansa thinks Arya's making lunch or something - it's about noon, and Sansa should eat, except she can't make herself move from the couch and her game. “He's got some real nice stuff on his island.”

“What's his ID?” Sansa asks as her little character runs around the island cleaning up stray bits of weeds that have sprung up overnight.

“I don't know, you think I have that memorized or something? Ask him. I gotta go eat.”

With that, Arya hangs up and Sansa huffs out a breath in annoyance. She puts down the Switch and picks up her phone and her thumb hovers over Jon's name in her contacts list. It isn't until she's pressed call that she wonders why she didn't just text him, but it's too late now. Texts can be ignored, she reasons. Calls are easier sometimes and she really wants to get her hands on whatever Jon might have on his island that she doesn't have. She has collections to complete.

She picks her game back up as it rings and finally he picks up.

“Sansa? Is everything ok?”

“Everything's fine,” she says, half paying attention as she sneaks up on a grasshopper sitting on a tree stump. “I need you to come over.”

There's a pause, she catches her grasshopper, and then he finally says, “you know there's a lockdown in place, right?”

“Duh,” she rolls her eyes, something she only does around a select few people and it turns out Jon is one of them. “But I need you, Jon.”

Another pause, she hears him take a deep breath, and then, “for what?” on a shaky exhale.

His voice sounds so strange that it finally makes her pay attention to the call instead of the game and she realizes her mistake. “Oh,” she sighs, “I mean in Animal Crossing. Arya says you have good stuff. You should come visit me and then I can visit you.” She's honestly not sure she has anything worthwhile to offer, but she figures she shouldn't just invite herself over to his island to take things. It's only polite that she invite him to hers, first.

“Animal Cr-” he starts and then it sounds like he takes the phone away from his ear and she can vaguely hear him mutter something from a distance (it sounds a bit like fucking hell, but she's not totally sure). There's a beat and a deep sigh before he speaks again, this time with the phone back up so she can hear properly. “Yeah, sure. I'll come visit your island.”

“Good,” she says, feeling quite pleased with the outcome of this call, though she's not sure why Jon sounds so mopey about it. He gets to come to her island! She can show him her flower garden!

What more could he possibly want?

#jonsa #31daysofjonsa #31daysofjonsa2021

[wildflower-daydreamer]

Run Your Hands Over Me - a Jonsa story

Run Your Hands Over Me

A smutty Jonsa one-shot inspired by a few lines from Arcadia by Lana Del Rey:

My chest, the Sierra Madre / My hips, every high and byway / That you trace with your fingertips like a Toyota / Run your hands over me like a Land Rover

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This was written for Day 13 of @31daysofjonsa2021 the 31 Days of Jonsa 2021 event - but posted a day late due to unforeseen distractions yesterday.

***

A little snippet:

"Would you mind putting sunscreen on my back?" Sansa asked. "We've all seen just how fast my skin burns."

"Of course. We wouldn't want that now, would we?"

His voice had gotten deeper, an excited chill rushing through Sansa's body. She gracefully flipped over onto her stomach and moved her hair out of the way. She could feel the lounge sink beneath his weight as he sat next to her, grabbing the bottle of sunscreen from the little table between her and Margaery. Sansa could see the subtle upturned corners on Margaery's lips and she had to stifle her own little laugh at the absolute cheesiness of her tactics to tempt Jon. Sansa rested her chin on her hands and anticipated his touch on her bare skin. What she didn't prepare for was the sensual exhale she let out the moment his rough hands graced her skin.

"Sorry. Is the lotion cold?" Jon asked.

"Nope. Just feels good," Sansa ventured. She could feel him slightly shift next to her as he continued to rub in the lotion on her shoulders. He moved lower, his fingers reaching under the bikini strap resting across the middle of her back. Lower still, he massaged the sunscreen into the small of her back and Sansa let out a sigh. His fingers trailed along her sides and traced the edge of her bottoms. Goosebumps covered her arms despite the heat. The lotion had long been rubbed in but his strong hands still massaged. It wasn't until Robb's voice interrupted that Jon's hands flew off of her.

"How's it going over here?" her brother asked, Sansa recognizing his prying tone.

Read the whole fic on ao3...

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