You should be with them both. I can arrange that, do you realize? Comfortable rooms for you at Casterly Rock, a tutor for your boy, knights to train him to fight and to ride. And when he comes of age, he’ll have a keep of his own.
Relationship: Jon/Sansa - This is for Jonsa week, a prompt that was earlier this week: “Children”
Notes: This was partly inspired by, I think, “fairflemings” fic about Sansa trying to get Jon’s attention, but he’s oblivious although Sam knows. I picked Jaime to be the spoiler because I think if there’s a character that can get under Jon’s skin, but Sansa might find amusing, or even attractive, it’s Jaime. Hope you enjoy!
It was a mistake to tell Sam she was tired of waiting for Jon to notice
her, to return the feelings she had for him.
The man was simply oblivious and short of stripping down to her small
clothes and offering herself up to him in his bed, he simply wasn’t going to
get it. She had too much pride to do something
as desperate as that and she would never be able to live down the humiliation and
devastation if he rejected her. So Sansa
convinced herself that Jon was obviously not interested and only saw her as his
sister even though they were truly cousins.
Sansa was tired of waiting and her longing for Jon was replaced for a
longing to have children. She was still
young, only one and twenty, but she could feel her child bearing years slipping
away and with Jon making no move to wed or have any interest in any woman, it
would be up to her to produce an heir so the Stark name could continue (Arya made
it clear she did not have an interest in having children). Sansa had always wanted to be a mother and as
she watched other women with their children she could feel that tug in her soul
to have her own babe in her arms.
One day she was sitting with Sam in the Winterfell library when she
suddenly asked him, “What do you think of Lord Martyn?”
“The Glover boy?” Sam blinked as he looked up from a book. He paused.
“He seems like a good man. Why do you ask?”
“I’m wondering how he would be as a husband?”
Sam had started to take a sip of water but suddenly choked on it. “Wh-, what did you say?”
“A husband,” Sansa continued in a calm voice. “I’m trying to assess what man would make a
good husband. I want someone kind, of
course, but he would need to be willing to accept the Stark name and of course
be able to give me babes.”
Sam had flushed darkly and began to stammer. “I-, I thought you liked…Jon.”
Sansa let out a soft sigh. “It’s
quite clear that he has no interest in me, so I’ll need to find someone else.
Winterfell needs an heir.”
“Perhaps if you give him more time-“
“I’ve given him enough time.
Enough hints. I will not waste another moment on Jon Snow,” Sansa
replied indignantly. There was a shout
in the courtyard. She stood up and went
to the window to investigate. Coming
through the gates were the Lannister banners with Jaime Lannister leading the
way. She saw Jon greet them, giving
Jaime his customary stiff nod of greeting.
While Jon had a fairly good relationship with Tyrion, the King of the
North had a more complicated one with Jaime.
Like Tyrion, Jaime was not directly responsible for much of the pain and
grief that were inflicted on the Starks and the former Kingsguard actually sent
Brienne to save Sansa. Jaime further
distinguished himself by going against his former sister and lover, Cersei,
when she took the Iron Throne and fought alongside the combined Targaryen and
Northern forces against the Others.
However, Jon simply didn’t like the man.
Ser Jaime had the ability to get under Jon’s skin like no other person,
and Lannister enjoyed irritating the King of the North to no end.
Slowly a smile turned up the ends of Sansa’s lips. “Ser Jaime,” she hummed thoughtfully. While older, he was still a handsome
man. He had also relinquished his claims
on the Lannister lands to Tyrion and was merely in his younger brother’s service
as the Imp acted as the Hand to Queen Daenerys.
He might be amenable to taking the Stark name. And frankly, she found Jaime to be quite
“What about Ser Jaime?” Sam asked suspiciously as he moved over to her
side to look out the window. He glanced
sharply at Sansa. “You’re not thinking
of…?” His voice trailed off not wanting to put the thought out there into
“He can father children,” Sansa murmured as she continued to eye Jaime
with a calculating eye as he spoke with Jon.
“And he’s still a handsome man.”
“Sansa,” Sam warned. “Jon doesn’t
like Jaime Lannister.”
“Jon’s not the one marrying and bedding him,” Sansa replied in a
distressingly calm voice. She smiled
brightly and waved. Sam looked back down
in the courtyard and saw that Jaime had spotted them and was saluting Sansa as
Jon scowled at the exchange.
“Yes, I think Ser Jaime might be the answer,” Sansa said with a
nod. She spun around and was gone in a
swirl of skirts.
Oh dear, Sam sighed.
Sam didn’t know what was worse:
watching Sansa flirting with Jaime Lannister and seeing the man respond
or watching Jon glower over the entire exchange. The grip Jon had on the arms of his chair
made Sam frightened that he would break them.
It didn’t help that Sansa looked especially lovely during the evening
meal. She wore a bright blue dress that set off her milky skin and copper hair.
Her cheeks were flushed a becoming pink as she laughed at Ser Jaime’s amusing
comments, even Sam admitted the man could be entertaining, and her bosom rose
and fell enticingly with each breath she took, something Jaime openly admired.
Sansa also all but ignored Jon as she devoted her entire attention to
Ser Jaime. Jon remained nearly silent
throughout the meal, barely responding to Davos and Sam’s attempts to engage
him in conversation. Finally the meal
was over and Sansa excused herself for the evening. Jon did not miss how Jaime’s eyes followed
her form out, his eyes lingering over the sweet swell of her backside.
Sam heard a low growl and thought it was Ghost before he realized the
direwolf had followed Sansa and the sound was actually coming from Jon.
“Jon-,“ Sam began.
“What the hell is she playing at?” Jon muttered as he swallowed more
“I think…” Sam hesitated. He
wasn’t certain if he should say anything, but he couldn’t help but feel Sansa
was making a horrible mistake if she continued on this path. “I think Sansa is at the point where she
wishes to wed.”
Jon’s head snapped around towards Sam and he leaned back in his chair,
a look of shock on his face. “What?!”
“Keep your voice down!” Sam hissed as Davos turned to look at
them. “Sansa is a young, lovely woman
who wants a family and children of her own. It’s only natural that she would
Jon had the grace to look ashamed.
“And I’ve been keeping her from that, haven’t I? I’ve been selfish keeping her here for
The look Sam gave his friend was one of pity and exasperation. Before he could say anything more, the King
of the North stood up and left the room.
Sam took a deep swallow of his wine.
These Starks were going to drive him mad.
Sansa hummed as she brushed her hair, readying herself for bed. A knock on her door surprised her. “Come in,” she called out, knowing whoever
was on the other side had to be a friend otherwise they wouldn’t have gotten
past Pod who was guarding her door that night.
And if they did turn out to be some foe, Ghost was lying next to her
bed, ready to tear anyone to pieces who may wish her harm.
She was surprised when she saw who it was. “Sam!
What brings you here at this hour?”
“Permission to speak freely, milady.”
“Sam, of course. What’s
“This entire thing with Jaime Lannister,” Sam burst out. “It’s insane and worse it’s driving Jon
Sansa’s face hardened. “Sam, I
told you, this isn’t anyone’s business but mine. If I want to marry Jaime Lannister, that is
between me and Ser Jaime.”
“But you love Jon!”
“But he doesn’t love me. So I
need to stop pining for him like some silly girl. I’m sure Jaime won’t hurt me at least and he
will provide me with children.”
“You deserve more. You deserve
“I will have the love of my children.”
“Is that enough?”
Sansa sighed and closed her eyes.
“Sometimes, we have to settle for what we can get.”
Before Sam could answer, the door to Sansa’s room banged open and Jon
hurtled through the door on slightly unsteady feet. Not noticing Sam, the King strode over to
Sansa and grabbed her by her shoulders.
She could smell the wine wafting off of him. Clearly he had been drinking more than what
he had at dinner.
“This madness with Jaime Lannister stops now!” he roared. The wine had stripped away any inhibitions
and given him the courage to come to Sansa’s rooms. Or made him insane.
Sansa’s jaw dropped for a few moments before she came to herself and
shook off Jon’s hands. “And who are you
to say what I can or cannot do?” she snapped, furious he had the gall to burst
into her chambers and order her around.
“I am your king, but more importantly, I am your oldest male
relative. It is unseemly for you to
behave the way you have with that Lannister rogue!”
Sansa was incensed, her blue eyes snapping fire, her body quivering
with rage. “I will not have another man
dictate who I am to marry! If I choose
Ser Jaime and he agrees, we will be wed!”
“He only has one hand!” Jon screamed nonsensically as though this obvious fact eliminated Jaime Lannister as a suitor for anyone.
“It’s not his hand I’m interested in! The other parts seem to work just
fine!” Sansa yelled back.
Jon was breathing heavily and a dark look came over his face. “Maybe you just haven’t experienced what a
man with two hands can do to you.”
They were only inches away, each feeling the heat from the body of the
other. Both Jon and Sansa’s breaths were
coming out in short pants. Something
seemed to crackle between them and they felt themselves sway towards each
other. She could smell the wine on his
breath and the scent of pine and smoke that seemed to cling to skin. He could smell the lemons she loved so much
as well as the sweet lavender she used in her bath.
“I want a babe, Jon,” Sansa said almost in a pant.
“I’ll put a babe in you, Sansa,” he growled out in a low voice.
A small sound of distress near the door was heard and they both turned to
look at who made it. Sansa had forgotten
Sam was in the room and Jon never realized he was there, but Winterfell’s maester
was not the source of the noise. The
door had not shut after Jon burst through it and Davos stood in the door way
with a dismayed look on his face having stepped into a very embarrassing moment.
“Leave,” Jon growled at to the two other men. When they didn’t move fast enough he roared out.
Davos turned around and Sam made his way to the door, Ghost, who had
been lying by Sansa’s bed, brushing past him, heeding his master’s order. Sam shut the door quietly behind him and
stared at Davos and Pod who were looking back at him with wide eyes.
“Sh-, should we leave them alone?” Pod asked timidly.
The men looked uncertainly at each other, not sure if they should
intervene or not.
“I’m sure Jon would never hurt her,” Sam began when he was cut off by
something hitting the door on the other side.
Sam jumped back and whirled around to stare at the door as the other two
men also automatically took one step backwards.
They were each debating whether to force themselves into Sansa’s
chambers when the door shook again. And
again. The shuddering of the door became
rhythmic and if they still didn’t realize what was happening, the sounds both
Jon and Sansa made, or rather the cries, clearly indicated that neither party
was in danger.
Davos expression was still stunned and he merely shook his head before
he walked away. Sam exchanged glances with
Pod who was rapidly turning red. The
maester glanced down at Ghost who had laid himself down on the other side of
the hall and placed his paws over his head.
“Well,” harrumphed Sam. “I guess
there’s really nothing else for us to do.
No worries over the welfare of Lady Sansa.” The lady in question let out a loud breathy
moan and began chanting “Jon, Jon, Jon” at that moment. “Uh, yes, I think she is being well looked
after by the King.”
Pod looked miserably at Sam. “You
do realize I cannot abandon my post and I have to listen to that.”
Sam gave the younger man a sympathetic look at patted him on his
shoulder. “I’m sure it will not, uh,
continue much longer. Good night, Pod!” Sam scurried away.
However, that night, the halls of Winterfell rang with Lady Sansa’s
screams, this time in a much different way than they had before and they were
joined by the loud shouts of the King.
They continued through the night and well into the morning. It wasn’t until far into the day that Jon
appeared in Sam’s library where the maester and Davos had taken refuge.
Jon strode in and looked between his two most trusted advisors who
weren’t quite certain what to say to the King.
Jon looked tired, but smug and satisfied.
“I will be wed to Lady Sansa in a moon’s time. Make sure the arrangements are made,” Jon
ordered without any preamble. He started
to move towards the door when Sam’s voice stopped him.
“We will need to consult with Lady Sansa,” Sam murmured. “Might we be able to speak to her this
Jon paused and turned to look back at them with a small smirk on his
face. “Lady Sansa is resting today. You
will be able to speak to her tomorrow.”
A gleam came into his eyes and the other two men saw Jon lick his lips. “Actually
make that in a few days. I think she
will need to rest in her chambers for a while.”
He walked out of the room rapidly, not even sparing them another glance.
Davos snorted. “A wedding. Like that’s any surprise after last night’s
Sam shrugged, but he hid a small smile, happy that two people he loved
and cared about were finally going to get the happiness they deserved.
Eight months after the wedding, Sansa gave birth to a boy
who had his father’s dark curls and eyes.
No one commented that he seemed rather large for an early baby.
Life and love at Winterfell flourished with the marriage of Jon and
Sansa. And as he promised, Jon continued
to give Sansa babe after babe. And once
Pod was assured he never would have to guard the King and Queen’s bedchambers
at night, all was well.
The first time Jaime let’s Bart pick where they’re going on a date they end up at a chuck e cheese and Jaime is partly horrified and partly amused and together they get enough tickets to buy out the supply of tootsie rolls and laffy taffy
I feel like everyone has this amazing story when they get a guitarist’s pick at a concert and then there’s mine:
Bulls In The Bronx was playing and I was so into the song that my eyes were closed and was swaying whilst holding hands with the girl next to me. During the song at some point Jaime must have thrown his pick into the crowd. I felt something on my cheek and honest to god brushed it away thinking that it was confetti or some other shit but then the thing fell into my bra. My eyes are open now obviously and I’m annoyed and frustrated because I wanted to continue listening to the song. So I take out the object and low and behold what is it?
It took me at least 10 seconds to realise what I was holding and now I understand the term fangirling. I screamed so loud, that the girl I was holding hands with opened her eyes, then we both started screaming. The beauty is that I fail at catching stuff, I am actually so disorientated that walking in a straight line is a mission for me at times let alone catching an object.
Who else can say their boobs caught Jaime Preciado’s pick?
Cause I can and that’s why, obviously, boobs were created. For catching guitar picks at concerts when you least expect it.
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I went to meet PTV, there were all smiley and so happy to meet their
fans. I asked if I could hug them and they all said yes and Vic said,
“I’ve been waiting all day to do this!” And Jaime practically picked me
up and shook me. He said, “ohh, come here!” And I complemented him on
his guitar playing. And then was Vic. And I hugged him so tight and said
how much I love him and the entire band and how much it means to me.
And next was Mike. He was super happy and smiley and gave me a giant
hug. I complimented him on his crazy awesome ass drum playing! Next was
Tony! And he was smiling and super quiet. I hugged him, told him I love
him, and that he’s just all around awesome in general. After the meet
and greet, I was able to talk to PTV and they are SOOOO appreciative of
their fans! It made me feel so happy! Like Vic once said, “people come
up to us all the time and tell us that we impacted their life and saved
their life and they stopped self harming because of our music and I
think that’s incredible because we save them and they save us.”
Jamie Drake Picks His Favorite Rooms From Four Decades of the Kips Bay Show House
Since its inception in 1973, the Kips Bay Decorator Show House, which tasks prominent designers with creating dream rooms for a Manhattan home, has been a yearly tradition beloved in the design community - and in the local one (the Show House benefits the Kips Bay Boys & Girls Club).