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lodessa · 3 years

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AO3/Fanfiction Meme

I was tagged by @thank-god-and-you (like a year ago... whoops)

AO3 Name: lodessa

Fandoms: Star Trek: Voyager, Game of Thrones, A Song of Ice and Fire, Veronica Mars, Real Person Fiction, Harry Potter, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Star Trek: Discovery, The Office (US), Revolution, Angel the Series, Doctor Who, Firefly, Grey's Anatomy, Longmire, The Dresden Files, Arthurian Mythology, Arrow, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Codex Alera, His Dark Materials, Greek Mythology, Bones, Big Love, Babylon 5, Rome, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series, Journeyman, Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, Dollhouse, Almost Human, Star Trek: The Next Generation, iZombie, Watchmen

Number of fics: 286

1. Fic you spent the most time on: Salvation and Rapture for the Lonely (Doctor Who, Ninth Doctor/Martha Jones), which took me ten years to finish.

2. Fic you spent the least time on: No idea. There are a lot of ficlets I wrote in under an hour.

3. Longest Fic: Parameters (Star Trek: Voyager, Janeway/Chakotay) 46,345 words.

4. Shortest Fic: Not counting actual drabbles, One Dance (Star Trek: Voyager, Janeway/Chakotay) 141 words.

5. Most hits: Parameters (Star Trek: Voyager, Janeway/Chakotay), followed very closely by Temptations of the Flesh (A Song of Ice and Fire, Jon Snow/Melisandre of Asshai, Sansa Stark/Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish)

6. Most kudos: Parameters (Star Trek: Voyager, Janeway/Chakotay), followed by No Longer the Maid of Tarth (ASOIAF/Game of Thrones, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth)

7. Most comment threads:Dragon Marked (Game of Thrones, Daenerys Targaryen/Jorah Mormont).

8. Fave Fic your wrote: I cannot possibly choose between all of my word children.

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: The Smallest Twine (Star Trek: Voyager, Janeway/Chakotay) was always intended to have two sequels that I would still really like to write.

10. Share a bit of your WIP:

From the Thrall/Jaina fic that I've been thinking about since November and randomly started writing this week.

“I have missed your company,” she admits. “I wish it were under better circumstances but I am glad of the chance to speak freely with one another again. To be...”

To be what? Alone together? Confidants? Close? She isn’t sure what to say, what she wants to say or should say.

“It has been too long,” Thrall does not smile but there is a warmth to his expression nonetheless. Jaina knows that most humans would not see it, but she can. “We dreamed of a future where our people could live in peace, but we neglected to stay with them along that path. I neglected it.”

“There is always too much to do, too many enemies at our doors, too many wants to consider.”

“The burden of leadership. I thought I could set it down for a time and I must live with the consequences of that.”

“We all have to live with the consequences of our choices, assuming we are lucky enough to survive to see them.”

“We will survive this, together. It is good to find you at my side again, Jaina.”

“And you, Thrall. If only…” If only what? If only they were more often on the same side of a battle. If only their peoples could find the safety in one another that the two of them feel. Jaina does not doubt Thrall’s sincerity, his integrity.

The problem is that there is only one Thrall. People like him do not come around more than once in a lifetime, maybe more than once in history.

She has been questioned, at length, about why she put trust in the Warchief all those years ago, how she could turn a blind eye to the destruction his people had caused. She has been called so many things.

There have been times when she started to agree with her accusers. Had she been foolish and blind? Naive? Enthralled even?

No. Here in this hell it is more evident than ever. Thrall has always been worthy of her respect, her trust, her-

Tagging: @romeorevoarchive, @talsi74656, @austennerdita2533, @feeisamarshmallow, and @toas-tea

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kilannad · 3 years

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I want a Game of Thrones Arcana Chronicles AU

Just imagine it. Like, the "game” of the Arcana Chronicles, powers, apocalypse and all, but with characters from and set in the GoT or ASOIAF world. Some characters admittedly fit the cards better than others, and some of the game rules would have to be tweaked because we just don’t have enough characters to all fit the 16-20 age or be from completely different families but some of these people are sooo well suited. And all of them trying to kill each other as part of the Tarot Game while playing the Game of Thrones would be s o l a y e r e d.

My thoughts on each card/character combo below the cut.

The Fool- Hodor actually came to mind first for this but I think Jojen would be the best fit. Future sight, little wacky, and convinced he has to see his visions through.

The Magician- Thoros might fit here, but I’m in favor of Bran. Dude’s always had the most magic of any of the Starks and it would make sense if Bran the Builder was a magician from a past game, powers passed down.

High Priestess- Yara is my gut instinct for this one but the more I think about it I think it should be Sansa, the bloodline passed through the Tullys. They rule the Riverlands and Sansa slowly growing into the same confidence we see Circe with would fit very well with her character arc.

Empress- Margery. Just. 10/10 Margery. Sansa would almost fit here as well, but considering Margery’s House’s sigil is the rose, I think she’s the obvious choice.

Emperor- definitely a Targaryen, but which? Jon doesn’t really fit, and Aegon VI could be really interesting (Aegon I was def the Emperor in a past game) but I think Viserys would work best here. He has the quick temper and seems like the type to enjoy fire everywhere.

Hierophant- okay, listen to me. I was a little iffy on this one. My first thought was one of the wildling clans, the cannibals because that’s the first thing I think of when I think of the Hierophant in AC. But then I actually thought about his powers. Builds army via Mind control. The eyes of his followers change colours. Obviously the only choice for the Hierophant is the Night King himself.

Lovers- do I even have to say it? Jaime and Cersei. Next.

Chariot- this is one of those that doesn’t really have a perfect GoT equivalent, but after playing around with some of the other cards, I think Euron Greyjoy. Imagine you’re fighting a f*cking pirate and then he turns into a ghost? Ghost pirate.

Justice (called the Fury on the wiki?)- I had to think about this one too, but then I realized; her wings are fireproof. Forget Daenerys Stormborn; this is Daenerys Dragonborn.

Hermit- who else but our friendly neighborhood Frankenstein Qyburn himself? He’s also one of the only alchemists but I just think he fits this mold really well.

Wheel of Fortune- okay, this one is a little weird but consider; Petyr Baelish. He somehow always manages to get things to work out for him (except at the end of s7 but we talk about that only barely more than we talk about s8) and combining his intelligence and manipulations with pure luck? Terrifying.

Strength- I considered both Arya or Sansa for this (any of the Starks or other Wargs would work really) but I just really like the idea of Mance Rayder being the Master of Fauna. Whatshiswargface with the shadowcat could also be interesting, but my choice is Mance here.

Hanged Man- a little out there, a little not but; Renly. Melisandre could also work but Renly, with his charm and wit seems like the type who could have powers of emotional manipulation and a sphere of influence.

Death- So many potentials here. Arya. Jaquen. Jorah (greyscale remember?). But I think my pick here, for the parallels and character arc, is Jon. Dude who has only ever wanted the living to win. The man who would do absolutely anything to protect people. The Endless Knight himself. Makes his vow of chasity take a different light huh?

Temperance- another difficult one, but I think this seems like an Arryn type card. There words are High as Honor and I think them making others feel guilty for the sins they carry is suitable. Considering Jon’s death (and he would be too old anyway) I suppose Robert Arryn takes the cake for this one.

Devil- who else but Ser Gregory Clegane, the Mountain that Rides? The very monster who rapes mothers while covered in the blood of their children.

Tower- this seems like the sort of power that would belong to the Dundarrions, the self titled Storm Kings. But that line is dead. EXCEPT. Except. Orys Baratheon married a Dundarrion princess, which means are cute little Gendry seems like the next Lord of Lightning, as gods know Robert and Stannis are unsuited.

Star- this is where Yara Greyjoy comes in. As sailors, I imagine the Ironborn have deep respect for both the moon controlling the tides and the stars that help them navigate. While Theon could work, I think Yara, ironborn through and through is the perfect match for this.

Moon- Arya. Her being the Huntress just fits so well. Maybe it came from her Flint grandmother??

Sun- Oberyn. I mean, it has to be a Martell, no question. But despite our options, I think Oberyn would fit really well. Also, the thought of him considering both he and two Lannisters being part of this being a great sign that he is meant to kill them is just too delicious to ignore.

Judgment- Ned might fit this well, but otherwise there isn’t really a great character fit that I can think of, though imo it should be someone from the Vale. Again, the wings/honor thing. Soooo, Harold Hardyng?

World- Melisandre. The thought of the Red Priestess with the power to turn back time is terrifying, but also oddly fitting? Idk, something about this just seems right.

So, those are my 22 fancasts for the nonexistent Got AC fusion. I would love it if someone would write this.

Thoughts?

#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #arcana chronicles #the entire idea of this wont leave my head #crossover/fusion #fanfic idea

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multimuse-rp-archived · 3 years

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MOBILE MUSES

Game of Thrones/ASOIAF:

Theon Greyjoy

Jon Snow

Arya Stark

Samwell Tarly

Podrick Payne

Ramsay Bolton

Jorah Mormont

Brienne of Tarth

Joffrey “Baratheon”

Petyr Baelish

Sansa Stark (on hiatus)

Tyrion Lannister ( on @tyrion-lanni-star )

The Last Kingdom:

Uhtred Ragnarson (on hiatus)

King Alfred ( on another blog tba)

Supernatural:

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Jack Kline

Gabriel

Crowley

Bobby Singer

Castiel

The Hunger Games:

Plutarch Heavensbee

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Primrose Everdeen

Alma Coin

Rue

Coriolanus Snow (on hiatus)

Harry Potter:

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

The 100:

John Murphy

Raven Reyes

Jasper Jordan

Octavia Blake

Monty Green

Lincoln kom Trikru ( on @damngrounder )

LOST:

Charlie Pace

Sayid Jarrah

Hugo “Hurley” Reyes

James “Sawyer” Ford

Shannon Rutherford

How to Get Away with Murder:

Connor Walsh

Oliver Hampton

Asher Millstone

Michaela Pratt

Frank Delfino

Star Wars:

Padmé Amidala

Anakin Skywalker

The Good Place:

Michael

Chidi Anagonye

Tahani Al-Jamil

Jason Mendoza

The Vampire Diaries:

Klaus Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore (on hiatus)

Stranger Things:

Max Mayfield

Dustin Henderson

Narnia:

Lucy Pevensie

Once Upon a Time:

Henry Mills

Despicable Me:

Felonious Gru

Dru Gru (on hiatus)

Margo Gru

Edith Gru

Agnes Gru (on hiatus)

Balthazar Bratt

Victor “Vector” Perkins

Alexa and Katie:

Alexa Mendoza

Katie Cooper

The Society:

Cassandra Pressman

Allie Pressman

Sam Eliot

Gordie Moreno (on hiatus)

The Underland Chronicles:

Gregor Johnson

Lizzie Johnson

Luxa Seymour

Les Miserablés:

Jean Valjean

Inspector Javert

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid (on hiatus)

On My Block:

Ruby Martinez

Olivia Gonzalez

Cesar Diaz

Monse Finnie

Jamal Turner

Oscar Diaz ( on @oscar-spccky )

Dead to Me:

Michelle Gutierrez

Judy Hale (on hiatus)

You:

Joe Goldberg (on hiatus)

Meet the Parents:

Jack Byrnes

Memories of the Alhambra:

Seo Junghoon

Jung Heejoo

Jung Sejoo

Cha Hyunsuk

Jung Minjoo

Goblin:

Grim Reaper ( possibly on another blog tba )

Parks and Recreation:

Ron Swanson (on hiatus)

Andy Dwyer (on hiatus)

Tom Haverford (on hiatus)

April Ludgate (on hiatus)

Chris Trager (on hiatus)

Ben Wyatt (on hiatus)

Leslie Knope (on hiatus)

Schitt’s Creek:

Alexis Rose

Johnny Rose

Moira Rose

David Rose

Patrick Brewer

Insatiable:

Patty Bladell

Nonnie Thompson

Christian Keene

Brick Armstrong

Bob Armstrong

Never Have I Ever:

Fabiola Torres (on hiatus)

Reign:

Sebastian de Poitiers

Nostradamus

Kenna de Poitiers

Francis de Valois

Mary Stuart

Lola Narcisse

Greer Norwood

Claude de Medici

Leith Bayard

Stephane Narcisse

Catherine de Medici

Louis Condé (on hiatus)

Teenage Bounty Hunters:

Sterling Wesley

Blair Wesley

Bowser Simmons

Othello:

Othello

Iago

Good Girls:

Rio

Beth Boland

Annie Marks

Ruby Hill

Dean Boland

Money Heist/La Casa de Papel:

Sergio Marquina

Nairobi

Rio

Denver

Tokyo

Moscow

Mónica Gaztambide

Raquel Murillo

Arturo Roman

Palermo

Berlín ( on @andresdefonollosa )

Lord of the Rings:

Frodo Baggins (on hiatus)

Samwise Gangee (on hiatus)

OCs:

Lillian Clarke ( on @unobtainabledreams )

#this post is ugly af but the gdoc takes a while to load #so here is a mobile muse page!#this is the most up-to-date list of muses as of rn #muse page

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ao3feed-petyrxsansa · 4 years

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The Crime

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2BNeE7c

by Hollyhobby

Part Two of the Chronicles of Sansa Stark & Petyr Baelish; Petyr Baelish and Sansa Stark have been together for some time now. Things start to get serious between the two love birds but when problems arise, will their relationship stand the tests and trials they are put through or will it collapse around them?

Words: 4304, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Chronicles of Sansa Stark & Petyr Baelish

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sansa Stark, Petyr Baelish, Sandor Clegane, Tyrion Lannister, Jon Snow, Varys (ASoIaF), Jaime Lannister, Arya Stark, Ned Stark

Relationships: Petyr Baelish/Sansa Stark

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2BNeE7c

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #ao3feed petyrxsansa

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acourtofhopeanddreams · 5 years

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Runaway Bride

Inspired by "Kiss of Deception", the first book in the Remnant Chronicles

Sansa Stark is forced to marry the Targaryen crown prince, but being stuck in a loveless marriage for the rest of her life is not how she had envisioned their future. And now Jon Targaryen has to go after her. To protect her. And to get to know the girl who had the courage to do what he wanted to do for years already.

A mix of a royal au, an arranged marriage au, a fairy tale au and it can even be canon divergence I think.

“Come on, faster!” Sansa Stark yelled at her horse while the early morning wind blew in her face. Her cheeks were almost as red as her hair and her heart was trying to break her ribs in two. Her entire body begged for her to stop, to stand still, to take a break. And her body wasn’t the only one. But Sansa Stark didn’t have time for a break. She didn’t have time to stop. She didn’t have time to stand still. She had to make sure there was as much distance between her and Winterfell as possible before her parents would notice she was gone.

“Do you trust me, Sansa?” Her father had whispered, last night, right before he had pressed a soft kiss on her forehead and sent her to bed.

“Yes.” She had answered, even though she hadn’t meant it.

“I promise you’ll be happy.”

But how could she be happy with a man she had never met? How could she be happy in a castle so far away from her parents, her family? How could she be happy when her hand was given away to form an alliance between the Targaryens and the Starks and not because Sansa had hopelessly fallen in love with a handsome prince? How could she be happy when all her dreams and hopes and wishes were shattered and broken as if they were nothing?

And so instead of wearing the beautiful wedding gown her mother and septa had made her to marry the Targaryen prince, Sansa had run away.

She didn’t know where she was going. It didn’t even matter. Everything was better than being a piece in a game her father had sworn not to play.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Jon raised his eyebrows when he stared at Samwell Tarly, Maester in training and the only friend he actually had.

“Well…” Sam stuttered. He had his hands folded in front of him and stared at the wooden floor beneath his tapping feet. “Ned Stark just informed us that his daughter is nowhere to be found. The…” Sam swallowed. “The fresh snow makes it impossible to know where she has gone, but a horse disappeared from the stables too, so it looks like she deliberately ran away from you.”

“She doesn’t even know me.” Jon let out a deep sigh. “It’s not me she’s running from. It’s this stupid arranged marriage our parents forced us into she’s running from.”

“I'm sure they’ll find her back.” Sam looked up, but Jon stared out of the window, at the freshly fallen snow covering Winterfell.

He was far away from home and far away from his father who had simply ordered him to go here to wed the Stark girl and to bring her with him to Dragonstone afterwards, preferably pregnant.

And not once had he questioned his father’s decision. Not once had he wondered if the girl wanted to marry him. Not once had he thought about her happiness. Nor his own.

But she had. She had simply taken matters into her own hands and had started running.

And even though he should feel betrayed and left right now, he didn’t. He felt admiration for the girl refusing to bow for old rules that made hardly anyone happy. He felt admiration for the girl who chose her own happiness over politics and shady scheming. And he wished he had come up with the idea before she had had to.

Because now he felt the desperate need to go find her and make sure she was safe and okay.

The roads leading her away from Winterfell were empty. It was too early in the morning for travellers, but it was already too light for the robbers who preferred operating in the dark.

Every few seconds Sansa looked over her shoulder to make sure she wasn’t followed. In her mind she could hear the screaming voices of her father’s men chasing her, but every time she checked there was nothing but emptiness and a little more distance between her and the arranged marriage she was trying to flee from.

“What is a pretty girl like you doing on this road all alone?”

Sansa pulled her hood a little further over her head to cover her eyes and red hair when a strange man approached her. He sat on a high horse, holding the reins firmly, but even with his back straight and his chin lifted she noticed that he was smaller than she was. Smaller, maybe, but years older and wiser too.

“It's not safe to travel without an escorte.” The man approached her until their horses stood next to each other. He touched her hood with his fingers and a smile spread across his face when he removed her cover. “Sansa Stark…” He cocked his hand and the tips of his fingers touched her cheek when he pulled his hand back. “Shouldn't you be at your own wedding with the Targaryen prince right now?”

Sansa bent her head and avoided his glance. Yes, she should have been. But she didn’t want to be. “I'm exactly where I want to be.”

“Which is not where your parents want you to be.” The stranger kept on smirking and Sansa felt a shiver rolling down her spine. “You're just as beautiful as your mother.”

“You knew my mother?” Sansa furrowed her eyebrows and tried to relax, but failed hopelessly.

“I didn’t just know her. I loved her. Which is why I will help you to escape a marriage that will make you unhappy.”

“You sure this is where the trail ends?” Jon exchanged a glance with the white wolf circling around and around at the same spot. Jon had to admit that Sansa had gotten further than he had expected. “Fine, I trust you.” He climbed down from his horse and took a deep breath before he walked to the small tavern. “Ghost? Watch my horse for me, will you?”

It wouldn’t be the first time the horse would decide that exploring the world was much more interesting than waiting for his prince to return.

And Jon couldn’t even blame him. There was a reason he was so impressed by Sansa Stark and her determination to outrun a future she didn’t want. He wished he had done the same, years ago already.

“My apologies, sir, but I’m afraid we’re not open yet.” A dark haired girl looked up at him and Jon felt his heart skipping a beat in his chest. Her eyes were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen and even though her face was dirty and covered in sweat he noticed how pretty she was.

Jon scratched the back of his neck. “I guess I’ll come back later then?” He wanted to turn around but the pretty girl reached for his arm and for a moment he stared at her fingers curled around his wrist.

“We don’t have any food yet, but I can get you a beer?” She smiled and Jon couldn’t help but smiling back at her. “I'm Alayne Stone. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She reached out her hand and Jon placed his hand in hers.

“Jon…” He swallowed his true last name at the very last moment. “Snow. Jon Snow.” The palm is his hand was sweating. “And the pleasure is mine.”

Sansa knew that she was actually supposed to sweep floors and prepare the tavern to open, but the handsome stranger who had just walked in was a thousand times more interesting than the cover Petyr Baelish had arranged for her. “So, what do you do for a living?” She sipped from her own beer and watched Jon doing the same.

“Me?” Jon almost choked on his drink and he wiped his mouth while he put his mug down. “I'm a…” He hesitated for a moment.

“You don’t need to be afraid of your job. I’m a tavern maid. I can handle everything.” Sansa smiled and she reached for his hand.

But Jon avoided her glance and bit his bottom lip. “I'm a farmer.”

“A farmer?” Sansa raised her eyebrows. “You don’t sound like one…” She quickly closed her mouth. “I mean…” She sighed. “I don’t know what I mean.” She bent her head and then she realised she was still holding his hand. “Sorry…” She quickly pulled her hand away.

“Don't worry, it’s fine.” Jon smiled and Sansa smiled back at him. “So…” He licked his lips. “How long have you been working here already?”

Sansa felt her cheeks heating up and this time it was her turn to hesitate. “A couple of days, actually.” More like a couple of hours, but that was not something she was going to admit out loud. Not even to a handsome stranger who seemed to stare straight into her soul when he looked at her.

“And?” Jon lifted his chin a little. “Do you like it?”

Sansa shrugged her shoulders. “It’s better than the alternative.”

An unhappy life with a man she hadn’t even met and would never love.

Jon furrowed his eyebrows and once again he let his eyes wander over the pretty black haired girl in front of him. The apron she was wearing seemed slightly too big and just like he didn’t sound like a farmer, she didn’t sound like a tavern girl. And the hand that had touched him so gently had been soft, as if it wasn’t used to hard work like this.

He thought about his horse and Ghost, about how Ghost had circled around here, in front of the tavern. From what he had heard the runaway princess had bright red hair, but changing the color of your hair wasn’t that hard.

And who would look for a princess here, in a tavern, sweeping the floors and covered in dust and ashes?

“My parents never wanted me to become a farmer either.” He swallowed. He knew he should tell her who he was and why he was here. He knew he should tell her that he knew who she was and why she was here. But he didn’t want to be the man who simply dragged her back to her duty. He didn’t want to be the man dragging them both back to their duty.

“What did your parents do?” Sansa, Alayne, cocked her head and Jon curled his lips up into a smile.

“They were nobles. Farming was way beneath them, but…” He realised that the lie came this easy because it was the truth. If he could have, he would have become a farmer, growing his own crops and taking care of a few sheep and cows. “I followed my heart anyway.”

If only he had truly been brave enough to do so. If only he had done what Sansa, Alayne, had done.

Sansa wasn’t sure what made her new life so easy. Maybe sweeping floors and serving unthankful customers wasn’t as bad as she had always imagined it to be. Or maybe it was the company of Jon Snow, who always seemed to brighten her mood whenever she was losing her patience.

During the day he helped her with all her tasks, cleaning the tables and cooking the food. And in the evenings they talked, while they shared the leftovers and stared at the million stars above them until they were almost asleep and had to force themselves to stand up to go and find their beds.

Sansa had a small room in the attic. Spiderwebs covered the ceiling and the planks creaked when she stepped on them, but somehow the warm bed and the echoes of her conversations with Jon were all she needed to have nice and pleasant dreams.

This was why she had run away from home, from an arranged marriage and an unhappily ever after. This was what she had hoped to find in the world.

“Jon?” The cold evening wind blew in her face, but Sansa turned towards the handsome boy with the dark curls next to her. “The last couple of weeks have been the best weeks of my life.” She pressed the palm of her hand to his stubbled cheek. “I wish it could last forever.”

Jon rolled on his side to face her and he locked his glance with hers. “Don’t you think it can?” There was a certain sadness in his eyes and Sansa already felt guilty for destroying the one thing that had made her happy lately.

“No…” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Because I haven’t been absolutely honest with you.” A tear escaped her eye. “And I can never be. And I’m sorry about that, because I think you could have been my happily ever after. But how can you truly love me, if I can never tell you who I really am?”

Jon wiped a few loose strands of dark black hair from Sansa’s face and then his lips curled up into a smile. “I already know, Sansa Stark.” He whispered her name and it surprised him how pleasant it felt to let it roll off his tongue. “It took me five minutes to figure it out.”

Sansa pushed herself up and she widened her eyes while she shook her head in disbelief. “You knew? You knew all this time?”

Jon nodded and pushed himself up too. “You're not the only one who lied, though.” Jon moved a little closer towards her. “I'm not a farmer, no matter how badly I wanted to be one.” He swallowed, but didn’t give Sansa the time to interrupt him. “I'm Jon Targaryen, the crown prince of Westeros and the man you were supposed to marry.”

For a moment Sansa just stared at him. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again when she couldn’t find the right words. It was the first time in weeks Jon found Sansa absolutely speechless.

“I'm sorry.” Jon bent his head, but he felt Sansa’s hand grabbing his chin to force him to look up again.

“What are we gonna do now? Are we going back? Get married and become the next king and queen of Westeros?”

“Is that what you want?” Jon swallowed. Their noses brushed each other and he could feel the warmth of Sansa’s breath on his face. “What do you want Sansa Stark?”

“You…” She pressed her soft lips on his and Jon held his breath for a short second before he kissed her back. “I just want you.”

Jon let his hands go through her black hair and he closed his eyes while his lips parted to let her tongue in. “Do you want the prince or the farmer?”

Sansa pulled back and swallowed. “Is the farmer truly an option?” There was a longing in her voice that echoed his own desires, his wishes, his dreams. She voiced the fire that had made her run away, the jealousy he had felt when she had actually done what he had not dared to do for way too long and she most of all captured the simple future they both wanted.

“I think if we really want this, we can do this.”

Once again Sansa left in the early morning on the back of her horse. Once again she was yelling her horse to run faster and faster. But this time she was not leaving alone.

Jon Targaryen, Jon Snow or whatever his name would be once they’d reach the town where they’d start their new future, was riding next to her.

They’d leave everything behind. Their crowns, their castles, the fake identity Petyr Baelish had given her. And yet, they’d have everything they’d ever wanted and needed.

They would be whoever they wanted to be. They would do whatever they wanted to do.

And they would really get their happily ever after.

#jon snow #Sansa Stark #jonsa #game of thrones #got #got fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #jonsa fanfiction #sansa stark fanfiction #jon snow fanfiction #royalty au #arranged marriage au #canon divergence #ya book based

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petyrbaealish · 6 years

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Chapter 6: Unstoppable

Fandoms: Game of Thrones, Harry Potter

Ships: Petyr x Sansa

Fic Summary: Part 2 of The Wolf Who Lived series. A re-imagining of Harry Potter with Sansa Stark as The Wolf Who Lived, and Petyr Baelish as the Potions Master she fell in love with in her sixth year at Hogwarts. The Wolf Who Played chronicles her seventh year at Hogwarts, where the Triwizard Tournament and Petyr’s plans to introduce Muggle technology to the wizarding world give Sansa and her friends (and Petyr) more than enough to deal with.

Through it all, Sansa and Petyr work together to play the game, and win it.

Chapter Summary: Sansa helps out a house elf in distress, then she and Petyr steal away during the game for a little rendezvous in his tent.

Excerpt: Sansa had been talking with Petyr about who the Lannisters might turn to next, in terms of seeking a marriage alliance, when the sounds of a house elf in distress reached her ears, and she broke off mid conversation, anxious to see what had happened. She wasn’t even certain it was indeed a house elf — she hadn’t seen one among the witches and wizards mingling in the top box, though admittedly she hadn’t exactly looked much at anyone that wasn’t her own family, that of the Minister of Magic, Petyr, or the Bulgarian Minister and his family. It was an oversight she was sure Petyr would chastise her for later (he was always telling her how important it was to be aware of her surroundings) but she pushed that aside for the moment.

Whoever it was, they sounded upset. And if it was a house elf, well she couldn’t just sit back and ignore the poor creature, like everyone else was. House elves had helped to make her life at the Eyrie more bearable, caring for her when her uncle had passed and her aunt had shown no motherly inclination towards her (and even before her Uncle Jon had died — he was a busy man and getting on in years, and overall not well equipped to care for an infant). And she was a very proud member of the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare at Hogwarts (commonly referred to as S.P.E.W., or just SPEW, though not in earshot of the club’s founding member, Hermione Granger).

“No!” the voice insisted, its unusually high pitch rising above the chatter. “I is saving this seat for my master!”