I'm a jealous Jon fan (and Damian too), and it's funny when it's by misunderstanding.
So in this possibility, Damian from the future by accident appears before him and Jon doesn't know what to do.
Like, he already had to get used to Damian's beauty, which is from his time, to being by his side so not to ruin their friendship. Now a new Damian accidentally stopped by, more mature with his ridiculous pretty face?
But he is not alone, no, he is accompanied by three beautiful heroines. One of them is Lizzie, Jon recognizes, but the other two he doesn't!
And they are super clingy with this Damian! (And among them, but Jon is focusing on just one thing). How is this possible?!
Jon is devastated, Damian will grow up to be a playboy like his father (and brothers... I'm talking about Dick and Tim, especially Tim) 😨😭
The three are Elizabeth Prince (Lizzie), Lian Harper and Helena Wayne... They are clingy and Damian allows because they are related to him...
And of course Jon's jealousy does not go unnoticed by any of the four. Poor Jon.
If he's lucky, the curreny Damian won't notice either and neither will his brothers (I don't think he'll be that lucky).
I just posted a theonsa fic with a hint of jonsa - Jon is a jealous, jealous man. 😶💘 Here’s a link to it on ao3, and I’ll post the drabble below too! Thank you for reading, I’d love to know your thoughts.
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The sound of familiar laughter made Jon's stomach roll, as he shoved his plate from him. He had no interest in the feast, nor the Northern women that twittered and passed by him. There was only one that he wanted to take in hand, one that he wanted to whisper and laugh with and wipe sugary powder from her cheeks.
Sansa –
Who hasn't looked at him once, let alone twice.
Jon had little interest in talking to the lords that surrounded him, nor did he wish to think of the coming war. There were moments when he could pretend that Cersei had no influence, and Daenerys no place in their world. There were moments still when he imagined that the White Walkers had never existed at all, leaving him to stay by Sansa's side.
He wanted to kneel at her feet and give her everything the Boltons and the Lannisters had taken from her and rest the crown on her head. He wanted her to have everything and never feel as if she had nothing again.
He wanted her to feel safe, and sound.
There was a time when Jon had concerned himself only with his sister turned cousin; the only woman to fill his heart with courage and show him the value of honeyed words. He never imagined he would be in the same room yet be far from her as if she had wandered far past the Wall. She hadn't called for him nor opened her rooms to him, as she had in the beginning; no, it was like there was never intimacy between them at all.
Jon felt his heart quicken at the thought of how she'd accepted him as a Stark, regardless of his true blood. It was the acceptance that Catelyn had denied him, and he felt free from the shame of illegitimacy and having no place in Winterfell. Sansa accepted him, welcomed him even - where had it all gone wrong?
Arya slammed her tankard beside his, ale sloshing over the brim.
“Arya!” Jon barked.
For once he had little patience for his favorite sister –
His only sister, a voice that he knew well, whispered. It was a voice that he feared, the voice of the flames that tumbled and leaped inside him. “That face you’re making reminds me of a horse’s arse,” Arya said loudly, thinking little of the glances they received from the lords around them.
The halls of Winterfell were home to the Starks again, as Jon and Arya saw their troops return to their homes, after the death of the Night King. Theon had stayed behind, guarding Sansa and the rest of the women and children that stayed at Winterfell.
Jon and Arya had stumbled into the courtyard with blood on their furs, and the stench of war around them. They were hungry and cold, like the men that followed behind them, yet they were safe and sound once more. Sansa had received them with open arms once more, with Theon, of all people, beside her.
A man that Jon knew the same as his own name and distrusted the same.
“Theon,” Jon said, his lips curling about the name. It was one that he wished he never had to say again, regardless of how the man had begged forgiveness for his sins.
His betrayal, to all of them.
“When did this happen?” he asked his sister, nodding toward the high table where Sansa resided. Theon was beside her, with his dark curls tamed and gaze meeting hers. They were as close as they could be, without Sansa sitting in his lap, and his arms wrapped around her. Theon bowed his head when Sansa whispered something into his ear, and Jon flinched at the sheer intimacy between them.
They made a pretty picture, one that taunted and tugged at his insides.
It’d taken mere days for Jon to observe firsthand how Theon clung to his queen's skirts, following her through every hall and room as if he were a Stark in truth. He was Greyjoy, one that had been given away without promise of future kingship.
He wasn’t fit to sit at her table, he had little place residing within Winterfell’s walls.
Jon gritted his teeth, as he felt Sansa's gaze flit to his before she looked away. Nothing was the same between them after the Dragon Queen had entered their lives.
His aunt –
Jon was torn between laughter and despair, as an anguished cry rose in his throat. He felt an ache in his chest when he observed Sansa, and how she’d closed herself away from him. If things had stayed as they were before, Jon would have remained at her side.
At the head of the table, with her hand clasped in his beneath the table.
“He makes her happy,” Arya said, addressing his earlier question. She pursed her lips as she leaned forward, propping her elbows on the table and holding her head in her hands.
She had never been close with her elder sister, yet upon their return to Winterfell, Arya felt herself wanting to know Sansa as she never had before. (And Gendry’s suggestion that she should had nothing to do with it. Nothing.)
“I don’t understand it myself, but Sansa…Sansa isn’t like us, you know. She needs someone with her.”
“Doesn’t she have Brienne?” Jon replied, the words tasting like ash on his tongue. He had little desire to look inside himself and ask why he loathed the sight of Theon beside Sansa, or why he dreamed of her at night. He didn’t want to think about how he’d traced the shape of her lips with his tongue, or how silky her fire-kissed hair felt against his skin.
They had only a handful of nights together, yet it meant more to Jon than any other he had known. That he had loved. He swallowed at the thought, and drank from his tankard, ignoring the burn in his throat.
There were countless things he longed not to remember, nor to forget.
“It isn’t the same,” Arya said, “Brienne is nothing like Theon, and you know that, Jon,” she muttered beneath her breath. She couldn’t help but think her brother had spent too much time with the Dragon Queen, with his brain shriveling inside him.
And Jon found himself nodding, with the bile inside him mounting. “Aye,” he acknowledged, forcing the words from his lips, “I do.”
Can I ask for JaimeSansaJon one shit cause I really really need to see Jon jealous over Jaime post boatbang. I already saw one in AO3 and I LOVED ot but since you are one of my fave Jonsa writers and you're a brilliant writer, I wanna see you take on the whole thing especially Jon's POV. Please, please. Thank you.
So I apologize anon, because while you really wanted Jon’s POV, his doesn’t come until the end. There is Jealous!Jon, but I ended up making this more about Jaime x Sansa than Jon.
Sansa
It had started as agame. A way to get back at Jon for his betrayal. For betraying his family,despite the fact that he was half Stark, and also a way to get backat him for how he’d broken her heart. Not just for bending the knee to theDragon Queen (and oh, how Sansa’s blood boiled when she saw the other womantalking so haughtily about things she knew nothing of!), but for ripping her heartout when he had confessed he’d actually lain with her. The man shethought she’d loved (despite the fact that she believed him to be herbrother) was now her cousin and though at one time she’d hoped that perhaps he mightreturn the feelings she had developed for him, now she found she could not get pasthis bending the knee and laying with that woman.
Sansa supposed that was whyshe had confided in Jaime about Jon’s true parentage, despite the fact that hewas supposed to be their enemy and Jon, for now, did not want Daenerys to knowshe was his aunt. Jon wouldn’t tell her why, though Sansa had her guesses.
Sansa could scarce evenlook at him. While she’d been taking care of the North in his absence forhim, he’d been doing everything she had warned him not to do. What,she wondered, was the point of it all then? The point of fighting forWinterfell if all he was going to do was turn his back on it and kneel to someTargaryen woman who knew nothing of Westoros, and who definitely knew nothingof the North.
Daenerys thought they’d bendthe knee to her.
She was wrong.
They bent the knee instead toSansa.
As had JaimeLannister.
"I know jealousy whenI see it,“ Jaime said to her one night over cups of ale in her solar.Jaime found it endlessly amusing that she drank ale. And that she drank alewith him.
Sansa just gave him a warninglook over her cup, which caused him to laugh.
“I’m no stranger to lovingsomeone you shouldn’t either,” he said.
“Especially when you’rerelated to them,” Sansa drawled.
This caused Jaime to laugh yetagain.
“You know what I never got todo?” he asked as he leaned forward, his voice taking on that low rumble heused when cooking up mischief. “And it’s something I always wanted todo.”
Sansa leaned forward, smiling,feeling a little like maybe she wanted some mischief.“Tell me.”
“I never got to make Cerseijealous. She had me, always. And she knew it. She wielded that power she hadover me…” He shook his head, as if trying to rid himself that very powershe’d had. A part of him, she thought, would always belong to Cersei.
He looked at her, smilingagain. “How would you feel about making Jon jealous?”
Sansa sat up straight and archeda brow. “How?”
Jaime gestured to himself.“By using me.”
Sansa frowned. “By usingyou? Haven’t you had enough of that, Jaime?”
“Don’t go worrying about me now,Sansa,” he said lightly with a wag of his finger. “That would be a mistake.”
“Why do you want to help me?”
“Can’t it be out of the kindnessof my heart that I do this thing for you?”
“It could be.But people, I find, rarely do things out of the kindness of their hearts -if such a thing exists anymore. So, what do you have togain from my happiness? If such a thing is possible at this point.”
“Perhaps I have an affinity forbroken and injured things,” he said softly.
“And which one am I? Broken orinjured?”
“Injured, not broken.”
“Are you broken,Jaime?”
He met her unwavering gazestraight on. “I believe that I am.”
“I don’t believe that you are.You’re here. You’re fighting. You’ve pledged yourself to me and to our cause.”
“Don’t think I am one of thoseknights you dreamed of, Sansa. That would be another mistake.”
She smiled. “I don’t believe inknights anymore. I look for what a person is capable of. How much they cangive. I look for potential. Not based on flights of fancy, but based on whatthey show me, and what they hide.”
“And you believe that I havepotential? That I have more to give?”
“I do. Otherwise you wouldn’t behere, and you wouldn’t be offering your services.”
He smiled at her, laughed alittle. “You’re not what I thought you were.”
“I was,” she said wistfully andlooked into her cup. She looked at him. “I learned. You are too.”
“So then, the Dragon Queen. Whatpotential has she got?”
“Pfff. None that I can see.”
Jaime burst out laughing and Sansacouldn’t help but laugh with him.
“Is that your jealousy talking?”he asked.
“No, it’s my observation. I seesome good in her, but I also see a blinding need for power that overrides thatgoodness. She’s not thinking of the good of the people she wants to rule; she’sthinking of the good of herself once she does them this service of defeatingthe dead.”
“She reminds me of someone,”Jaime murmured and sipped his ale. “Do you think you’ll be able to forgive Jonfor bending the knee? Or for fucking her?”
She sighed and stared into thefire. “I don’t know.”
“Perhaps if you sortout one transgression you can later sort out the other one .”
“And you’re here because you’vesorted out Cersei’s transgressions?”
“Hers are a lot longer thanJon’s.”
“Be that as it may,I…feel…betrayed.” Tears stung her eyes and she put her cup down beside her onthe bench.
Jaime slid closer, putting hisown cup down and wrapped and arm about her shoulders. He drew into him andrested the side of his face atop her head. “Just follow my lead, Sansa, and seewhere it takes you.”
She didn’t understand why thiswas so important to him, but she agreed to play along nonetheless.
Jaime
Maybe it was because he’d alwaysbeen vulnerable when it came to Cersei. He understood betrayal from someone youloved and counted on. Trusted. He understood the dagger through the heartfeeling when that person was not at all what you had built them up to be inyour mind.
Sansa Stark could say all shewanted that she didn’t believe in knights, but she had believed in Jon Snow. Hewas as close to being the knight she’d dreamed of as anyone he’d ever met.
And after his family had ruinedher…beaten that idyllic young girl out of her, he felt he owed it to her tohelp. Shouldn’t someone get a happy ending in all this war, this muck,this…absolute shit?
He respected Sansa Stark. She hadsurvived his family. Survived Joffrey and Cersei – survived Littlefinger andRamsay Bolton. And here she was. The Queen in the North. He watched how hardshe worked to take care of her people, and he saw how much they loved her.
The Dragon Queen had herfollowers, but she could never hope to gain the love Sansa had earned from herpeople for the simple fact that she did not know them.Daenerys Targaeryen wanted to remake the kingdoms according to her vision, andperhaps her vision was altruistic and pure, but her methods were not.
He wanted to helpSansa for Sansa. Because he believed in her and she was, aside from Brienne,the purest person he knew. By being close to her, he felt perhaps he could beabsolved of all the terrible things he’d done - including shoving Bran outof that tower. This time doing something “for love” meant something entirelydifferent.
The following morning, as theGreat Hall was beginning to fill up, Jaime approached Sansa at the front of theroom. Jon would be arriving soon, but for now she was alone except for hersister and Brienne who sat nearby. He placed his hands on the table and leanedin close to her. She looked at him, startled, and he smiled languidly at her.
“What are you about?” shemurmured.
“Any minute now Jon and theDragon Queen are going to come through that door. Tell me when he enters.”
Her eyes flicked past him andthen settled back on him, her lips now pursed. “They’ve arrived.”
“Laugh.”
“Pardon?”
“Laugh as though I’ve saidsomething witty.”
“Perhaps you shouldsay something witty then,” she said with a smile and a twinkle in her blueeyes that made Jaime wonder if she knew just how seductive it was.
“Daenerys often appears to havesucked on one of those lemons you enjoy so much,” he said.
She burst out laughing then. Evenbetter. This laugh was genuine. And contagious. He laughed as well and thenslid his hand over hers. “Good girl.”
He turned then and was faced witha Jon Snow who looked like he wanted to remove Jaime’s head with his barehands. Jaime smirked at him, bowed his head, and went to sit by Brienne.
Sansa
Sansa supposed she should havebeen paying better attention to Jon’s reactions, and at first she did. It wasrather hard to ignore when he dragged her away from everyone after a meeting inthe Great Hall and demanded to know just what she was doing with the Kingslayer.
“That name is old and tired,” shesaid bitterly. “He has a name. Call him that.”
“He has no honor, Sansa,” Jongrowled at her.
“And you do? Let’s not forgetwhat you’ve done.”
“Have you forgotten how he shovedBran out a window?”
“No, I haven’t. Have youforgotten how your Queen burned Sam’s family?”
“She’s not my Queen,” he saidharshly.
“You do realize that’s whathappened when you bent the knee? You made her your Queen. And Jaime has made mehis.”
“Sansa,” Jon said wearily. “Thereare things you don’t understand. Things I can’t tell you right now…”
“Well, isn’t that convenient,”she said. “Good day, Jon. I’m sure your Queen is looking for you.”
She stormed off and found Jaimestanding at the end of the hall waiting for her. He looked at herquestioningly, no doubt having noticed how Jon had secreted her away.
“He is as insufferable asalways,” she said and kept going until she was out of the castle. She hoped thecool air would stop the tears she felt wanting to fall.
She hadn’t realized that Jaimehad followed her until he was gathering her in his arms. She also hadn’trealized just how much she’d needed that embrace until she was sinking into it.
Jaime
Because he never learned, Jaimedidn’t give up.
He might have also been havingfun rattling Jon. It was just so easy to do. He enjoyed theglares and growls Jon sent his way. He enjoyed that he had legitimatesuggestions to offer for going into battle and Jon was forced to listen to him.
But most of all, and probably themost dangerous part of this: he enjoyed making Sansa smile and laugh. Heenjoyed being good at something other than battle and sword fighting – he couldcomfort one Sansa Stark, his Queen in the North.
When she turned that smile andthose blue eyes on him, he found himself rendered powerless to do anything butwant to please her and keep her smiling and laughing. If Jon happened tonotice, then he was doing his job.
If Jon happened to not be aroundto see, well…
Well…
In the training yard,Sansa would often watch him spar with Brienne for a while, and Jaime foundhimself showing off for her. Brienne would often roll her eyes and up the anteon him, knowing full well what he was doing.
And then, oneafternoon, Jon asked Jaime to spar with him. Sansa was watching, he knew that,and Jon knew it too for he’d made a point to look up at her. So, Jon wanted toshow off as well apparently.
“Very wellthen,” Jaime said.
Jaime got the senserather quickly that this was not a match meant for practice. This was a battle.For Sansa.
It was a battle Jaimemeant to win.
Jon was brutal, andJaime held his own quite well. He could see how Jon had been named LordCommander of the Night’s Watch, and how he competed with Jaime for the bestswordsman in the Seven Kingdoms.
Sadly, the sessiondid end with Jaime on his arse in the dirt and Jon’s sword pointed at hisheart. “Stay away from my sister,” Jon growled.
“He’ll do nosuch thing,” Sansa said as she came over to help Jaime up.
Jaime held back asmirk as he allowed Sansa to help him to his feet.
“Are you allright, Jaime?” she asked softly, and ran her fingertips over the cut Jonhad given him on his cheek.
Jaime smiled down ather, wondering if she was actually concerned or if this was an act all for Jon.He rather hoped she was actually concerned. He felt himself leaning in to hertouch as he smiled down at her. “I am well, Sansa. It was just a bit ofexercise is all.” He looked over at Jon. “Right, Jon?”
Jon did not seem toappreciate calling their fight “exercise”.
“Well, it’senough for today,” Sansa said. “Come, Jaime, let’s get that cutlooked at.”
“If looks couldkill I’d be dead quicker by that scowl than by his sword,” Jaime drawledwhen they were out of earshot of Jon.
Sansa burst intolaughter and Jaime smiled broadly. He let her lead him inside to Sam whocleaned the cut right up. When Sam left to take care of another matter, the twostayed behind in his quarters, Jaime fumbling with some kind of tincture on oneof Sam’s wooden tables.
“Sansa?”
“Hmm?”
“Was your worryover a little scratch for Jon’s benefit?”
“No. Why do youask that?”
Jaime set thetincture down. “I just wondered.”
She came over to him,a soft smile on her pretty pink lips. She leaned up and kissed the spot justunder the cut on his cheek. “I truly was concerned, Jaime.”
And then Jaime didsomething truly stupid: he turned his head and kissed her. Right on thelips.
Startled, Sansareared back and looked at him, eyes wide.
Trying to stave offthe feeling of rejection that he clearly saw in her eyes, Jaime shook his head.“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t know–”
But then she kissedhim.
Jaime groaned andgrabbed her about the waist. He kissed her the way he’d been wanting to for thepast few weeks. His confessions came spilling out as if he’d never learned thatbaring ones soul was not something one should do.
“Hedoesn’t deserve you. He’s a fool. I don’t think I’m any better and I know thatI don’t deserveyou either, but I know a Queen when I see one and that woman is not it. You arethe strongest woman I know. Smart and brave and gentle and kind. Youraffections are wasted on him.”
Sansa caressed theside of his face and she seemed to be weighing his words. Jaime felt for thosefew seconds that ticked by that he’d lost her. He’d gone too far, and he shouldhave kept his mouth shut.
He didn’t get hisheart’s desire at the end of this story; he was never meant to. He’d live forher and he’d die for her but he was never meant to have her.
She leaned up andbrushed her lips against his in a feather soft kiss that had him wanting more,so much more. He held back. He’d done too much already, said too much.
“You do deserveme, Jaime,” she whispered.
Jaime looked at herin awe. He was endlessly in awe of her. “Sansa,” he croaked and hefelt his eyes welling up in tears. This couldn’t be…
She smiled. “Youdo.”
Jaime snatched her upin his arms, holding her tight against him as he kissed her and kissed her andkissed her.
“And Jon?” he askedbreathlessly.
She blinked. “Jonwho?”
He laughed andwrapped her up in his arms, just breathing her in. “I swear I’ll do right byyou,” he said. “I’ll never give you cause to doubt me.”
“I know, Jaime.”
“I love you,” hewhispered in her ear and shut his eyes tight, praying he heard it back.
“I love you, too,”she whispered back.
And because it washer, because it was Sansa and she was all the love in the world he had alwayswanted and never received, he allowed himself to cry. She ran her fingersthrough his hair and Jaime found himself reborn.
Jon
It burned to see themtogether. It made him ache to watch Sansa bestow her teasing smiles, herlaughing smiles, and her tender smiles on the Kingslayer.
She never paid himany mind, only when duty called for it. Otherwise, she had no use for him. Andhe knew why.
But if she only knewthe reasons why he’d done what he did. If she only knew that he did it toprotect her, to protect the North, to protect his family…he needed those dragons for the fight to come!
Yet he’d never toldher his plans so how could he fault her for how betrayed she felt. Even Aryawas cold to him sometimes. Especially when Daenerys was around. Daenerys whodidn’t understand why he didn’t visit her bed again.
He’d never wanted tothe first time.
Now, as he watchedSansa on the arm of Jaime Lannister, their heads bent together as theywhispered to one another – they were always fucking whispering to each other –he felt a rage and a jealousy so deep he felt it might choke him.
This was not how itwas supposed to go. Sansa was supposed to be his. His.
“Sansa!” he heardhimself shout.
Sansa looked up andover her shoulder at Jon who strode over to the couple in the courtyard.
“Yes, Jon?” she asked,not even looking at him directly.
What i loved about this episode was the Targaryens coming together almost like a family, even though they don’t know it yet. Drogon now approves of Jon and Dany is hella impressed even though she doesn’t show it. And I also loved the fact that Tyrion, Dany and Jon came up with the “Wight as a proof” plan kinda together and that’s how it should be, the three of them working together, DAMN THAT’S WHAT THE SEVEN KINGDOMS DESERVE. Also the farewell….Dany’s face….Jon trying to be cool…aaah, we’re living.
Y'all can’t deny JEALOUS JON was one of the best parts of the episode! XD
(Bonus : Gendry and Jon have the greatest bromance potential everrrr)
(Also Arya my baby, go ahead and destroy Littlefinger please, I love you)
