It’s ours, and Arya’s and Bran’s and Rickons.
Wherever they are, it belongs to our family.
We have to fight for it.
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jonsa au— lyanna lives/arranged marriage 
—“It was said after the birth of Lord Eddard first daughter with his Lady wife Catelyn. That Lord Eddard arranged a marriage with his young Nephew and His first daughter Sansa. To unify and make house Stark stronger.”
“They were wed under the Weirwood tree. And the grand feast that accompanied their wedding was grand and extravagant. Bringing a new generation of Starks to live in the walls of winterfell.”
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“You are a warg too, they say, a skinchanger who walks at night as a wolf.” King Stannis had a hard smile. “How much of it is true?”
“I had a direwolf, Ghost. I left him when I climbed the Wall near Greyguard, and have not seen him since. Qhorin Halfhand commanded me to join the wildlings. He knew they would make me kill him to prove myself, and told me to do whatever they asked of me. The woman was named Ygritte. I broke my vows with her, but I swear to you on my father’s name that I never turned my cloak.” x
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Jonsa - “Teeth”
Okay, it’s here, my first smut piece. Warnings though. There is rough sex ahead, borderline exhibitionism, and major, major dirty talk. This is complete shameless debauchery.
And yeah, okay, there is mild plot to it, as well, because, well, I can’t not be me, I guess.
Takes place before Jon goes to Dragonstone, early Season 7, so that also means this takes place pre-parentage reveal. If that’s a squick for you, then check out now, because it definitely plays a factor.
“Teeth”
“’Are you going to say you haven’t thought of what it would feel like?’ He continues his approach, rounding the table toward her. ‘What it would taste like?’ The words line his tongue with that stinging, biting shame, but it tastes so good suddenly – it’s still wrong and base and vile but this time –
This time it’s in all the right ways.” - Jon and Sansa. How wolves lay claim.
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She knows exactly what she’s doing. She must.
Jon stares at Sansa from across the council table, her hands held primly behind her back, her chin high. They’re both fairly early for the meeting of the lords – Jon, because he wants to sort his notes and the recent raven scrolls before bringing the meeting to order, and Sansa… Sansa, because –
Jon narrows his eyes at her, the door sliding shut behind him. She’d been vocal of her dissent when he’d made his decision to go south to Dragonstone earlier that morning, enough to bring another heated argument to air between them.
She’d followed him to his chambers. He’d sighed and sworn and implored her to simply listen. If she would only listen.
She’d railed over him – vehement, demanding, accusing.
And he wasn’t doing this again.
“Why are you here, Sansa?” he asks lowly.
She cocks her head to the side. “You called a meeting of the lords. Am I not welcome? As the Lady of Winterfell?”
Jon sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t have the patience for this anymore, Sansa.”
“And neither have I,” she hisses, taking a step around the table toward him.
Jon looks up at her. “I’ve made my decision.”
“It’s the wrong one.”
His chest heaves – a single, warring breath filling his lungs. A slow release, his jaw tense. “And what would you have me do?” It’s a rattle of air that leaves him, hot and burning and threatening to overtake him.
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can we just…. Sansa rallying and bring the Northern army to free Jon. Sansa even willing to step a foot into KL, the place of her abuse and the downfall of her family, to save Jon.
first words out of Sansa’s mouth, “where’s Jon?” Arya, ready to fight anyone for Jon. Sansa and Arya on the same wavelength.
Sansa and Arya came down to fight for Jon, the way they always wanted Robb to come fight for them. i can’t.
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