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hum-suffer · 9 months

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How will my story conclude (without your name beside mine)?

Jaime doesn't know what he's doing in this cold wasteland of a place, standing in the hall of dead people, being scrutinized by a dragon and a pack of wolves. His eyes flit to Tyrion.

(He's no lion. He killed father, he killed father, he kill—)

He dares a gaze on Sansa while the Dragon Queen speaks of his atrocities. She's still the same as she was four years ago, when she was his wife still. Her hair is pulled in a northern style now and he finds it gives her more life than the complicated braids of the South. Red hair that glints like the sun and feels like the fire is the only thing that shows life in this hall. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are wide as her gaze surpasses her half brother and lands on the Dragon Queen.

He misses those mornings when they woke up facing each other. Yearning curls inside him precariously like a snake dangling off a tree when he remembers the way she laughed when he made a morbid joke about his hand. He remembers gifting her his mother's emerald and silver ring, wonders if she still wears it.

(My love, he remembers calling her when she once woke from a Joffery inspired nightmare. He wonders if she remembers.)

"We?" The Dragon Queen questions him after he spills everything that Cersei did to him that broke his soul in clean pieces.

Jaime clenches his jaw. "I promised to fight for the living, I intend to keep that promise."

Jaime sees Tyrion move and his little brother's eyes twitch in the way that is a sign that he's desperate.

(Jaime knows all his tells. Tyrion learnt them all from him, afterall.)

"You're right, you can't trust him." Sansa speaks and he wants to kneel with the weight of the words that tear him to pieces in a moment. Distantly, he remembers the night she held him and kissed his forehead as he sobbed to her that he only ever wanted to save the Queen Rhaella. Remembers her telling him that she trusted him.

She continues,"He assaulted my father in the streets and sought to ruin my House and family, as well." And now she looks at him. And oh, how Jaime underestimated her power over him. Even now, even as she burns with poison for him, he would gladly drink the poison if it meant having her gaze locked on him. "And yet, he's an honourable and honest man."

Jaime feels like he can breathe again. Sansa continues, her words becoming more alive as she speaks,"I have yet to hear a single lie of Jaime Lannister, I have yet to see someone so devoted to family and oathkeeping." Sansa stands up and keeps her gorgeous eyes on his while she crosses the table and comes to stand beside him.

She's still two inches shorter than him. The scar above her lip hasn't disappeared. The bruise that he'd last seen on her jaw isn't there anymore. The bite that he'd pressed on her throat was long forgotten.

She doesn't look at him as she lifts her chin higher, and her eyes, so much like the ice he's seen on his way, are enough to freeze anyone else. "I vouch for this man, your grace." The royal title falls from her lips almost like an insult.

"As a good wife should. You did not answer my earlier question; shall I call you Lady Lannister?" The Dragon Queen hisses, sneering at Sansa. Jaime wants to slit her tongue for the tone and his hand goes to his hip, where his sword isn't. He grits his teeth and shifts, trying to shield her.

Sansa grins anyways,"My betrothal contract states that my name remains Sansa Stark, your grace. Do call me Lady Stark." Before the Dragon Queen can snarl at her once more, there's a loud tinkling sound and a child's giggle behind them.

Something brushes past his calf and Sansa almost stumbles when the child stumbles into her. She leans downward and picks up the child effortlessly, with practised ease. She has the exact red hair that Sansa does and pain and something else so cold grasps Jaime's throat that he wishes he would have died on his journey back.

Of course, she moved on. She didn't say anything clearly when Daenerys accused her of siding with Jaime because she was his wife. Even if she hasn't married, not that Jaime knows of, she may have taken another lover. As she should have. She deserves happiness, she deserves someone whole.

(He remembers thinking she was similar to his mother. He remembers thinking Sansa would have made a wonderful mother.)

The child twists in her arms and his world tilts on its axis. It's a girl, he doesn't know how old, and she has his eyes. He knows those are his eyes, he's seen them in the mini portrait of his mother that he keeps on his person at all times. They're green, Lannister green, with flecks of gold in them that ended with Tywin and Joanna Lannister.

"Mama," she says and he wants to cry. Sansa, his wife, his love, his redemption. A mother. The child sounds so sweet. "I'm faster than Lady Myr."

Sansa smiles for the first time since Jaime has come to Winterfell, eyes bright and a dimple under her lower lip, just as he remembers. "That's very good, dearest. But we must apologise to Lady Myr for making her run, shouldn't we?" The child nods eagerly, big green eyes looking at her.

She adjusts her hold on the child and he sees the emerald ring glinting on Sansa's third finger. He can't help himself. He takes a step forward, encouraged by the way Sansa smiles at him and the court doesn't speak against their Lady. "Hello, beautiful lady. I am Jaime Lannister, may I know your undoubtedly beautiful name?"

The girl looks at Sansa and Sansa nods before the girl's face lights up with the biggest smile he has ever seen and she looks like the picture of ecstasy. "Father!" She says excitedly, and Jaime stumbles forward. Sansa catches him, one arm holding her daughter, their daughter, his daughter, on her hip. "I am Joanna! Why didn't you come earlier?"

Jaime looks up at Sansa and there are tears in her eyes and she's a blur against his own tears. She named their child after his mother. After his mother. His mother. Mother. Mother. Mother. Mama. Mama.

Another Joanna Lannister, and Jaime promises himself that he will love her even more than he loved the previous one. His daughter.

He steals a look at Sansa again and speaks to Joanna. "I had some work, little one. But do not worry, I won't leave you now." From the moons of learning how she behaved, Jaime sees the relief dance across Sansa's face and he holds his hands out. He knows he's a stranger to his daughter but damn him he wants to be her father. "May I?"

Sansa looks at Joanna first, asking permission. Joanna nods, just as enthusiastic as she has been the whole time. She looks at his hands as he holds her and he's aware of Sansa saying something to someone that's not him or their daughter and he tunes it out, knowing she's only defending him. He tries to rest Joanna on his hip and the girl, seeming to know how much his prosthetic hand bothers him, adjusts by herself.

"You have a golden hand!" She smiles at him toothily,"I helped Mama stitch a gold hand on one of her dresses yesterday. It's really pretty, red."

"Like your hair?" He asks her, smiling at how she grips his jerkin in her little fists.

She giggles and nods,"Like my hair! The gold hand was like your hair. We all have pretty colours in our hair. Which gods do you think are in-charge of hair, father? We must thank him!"

Jaime huffs a laugh. "May I kiss your forehead, little one?"

She nods,"Mama does it all the time. She says that it's a special way of saying that she loves me." Jaime presses a small kiss on her crown and closes his eyes, willing the tears away. Hell if he will cry in front of all his enemies.

"This is my husband and I will swear upon my honour as a Stark and the happiness of my daughter, he is the most honourable man alive. I vouch for him. If he is deemed a traitor to the North by cold evidence, I will die alongside him."

Jaime turns to face the enemies and hides his daughter's face in his shoulder. He will cut each and every one of them before they touch her. Before they touch either of the ladies beloved by him.

#look i love jaime #desiblr #asioaf #game of thrones #jaime lannister #suffer ye suhana nahi #sansa stark #jaimsa #joanna lannister #the second of her name #writers on tumblr #a song of ice and fire #child au #fucking adore jaime with kids #also fucking adore sansa with kids #original idea

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azazelflare · 11 months

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Sent Back To Love you Again Chapter Four

Sansa gets dressed with the help of her mother and the dress is perfect. It is black with silver dire wolves running at the hem. Lady comes up next to her and nudges her head against Sansa’s hand. She pats her friend's head and gets her fur cloak on. All three of them walk out into the godswood and prepare for the ceremony.

“Who comes before the old gods today?” Benjen stark says

“Sansa of House Stark, given by Eddard of House Stark.”

“Jamie of House Lannister. Here to wed Sansa of House Stark.”

“Do you take this man?” “I take this man.”

“Do you take this woman?” “I take this woman”

“You are now married in the eyes of the old gods. Let’s feast and celebrate!” Benjen says and everyone laughs at his enthusiasm. They all make their way to the great hall and start the feast. The dire wolves were left in the godswood and as the party continues, Tywin asks to dance with Sansa. Jaime lets him and goes to dance with Catelyn Stark. As Tywin and Sansa were dancing he asked her questions and he was satisfied with her answers. He releases her after the song finishes and she goes back to Jaime and they sit at the high table. Joffrey suggests a bedding and Jaime grabs his sword and prepares to kill the brat when Robert stands up and says there will be no bedding. The couple sneak out of the hall and into their room

“Thank god Robert stepped in or I might have become a kinslayer as well as a kingslayer,” Jaime says jokingly. Sansa smiles at him and releases the ties of her dress letting it pool around her feet. Jaimie tries his hardest to get out of his clothes but he can't get the ties of his jerkin undone so Sansa unlaces them and helps him out of it with a laugh. He steps out of his boots and pants and then strips his shirt off. They make their way to the bed and start to play with each other, his beard tickles her as he gives her the Lord's kiss and plays with her folds. They finally get some peace and quiet from battle and the game, and they can take their time with each other.

“My lion this is the best time I've had with you all of my dreams have come true. My parents got to see my wedding and Joffrey and Ramsay will be taken care of soon. Thank you so much for loving me.” Sansa tells Jaime and he smiles at her ready to pounce on his she-wolf. He enters her lovingly, he thrusts into her and she moans and keens at him. Her legs wrap around his waist as he wraps his right arm around her neck. He holds her down and thrusts into her sharply. She bites down on his neck and he moans loudly and thrusts harder. She moans loudly and when he finishes she finishes with him. He knows how to play her like a violin. They both pass out from exhaustion.

The next day

They are awakened by servants preparing a bath for both of them and food. They both bathe and get ready for the day. Jaime kisses his wife before leading her out of their rooms and into the solar. Ned is waiting for both of them and Catelyn looks ready to cry. Sansa rushes over to her mother and asks what is wrong. Apparently, Ned told her the true parentage of Jon Snow.

#jaimsa #jaime lannister #jaime x sansa #sansa stark #tywin lannister #ned stark #game of thrones #smut

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therollingstonys · 7 months

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Do you want no-filter answers to asks?! Now’s the time!! I’ve been at a beer tasting festival for a few hours and am ready to answer your most burning questions!! Let’s gooooooo 🤩🤩🤩

#stony #Winteriron #stuckony #sterek #Jaimsa #Spideypool #mod Stella answers asks #ask games

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juuls · 1 year

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Juulna’s 2021 Multi-Fandom Fanfiction Rec List - Part Six

(Yes, I realize this is a year late, but this year's been a bit nuts. I still hope you enjoy these fics anyway!)

Based only on what I’ve read with my own eyes this year!

Follow me on my journey into what, at times, was…

…actually rather calming! Perhaps you can find some comfort and entertainment, fluff and angst and romance and friendship, smut and a distinct lack of it, space adventures and fantasy and modern adventures, serial killers and good guys, redemption and reconciliation and learning to become someone completely different — there is so much here I read that stuck with me over the past year, and the 2021 Fanfic Reading Challenge ( @fanfic-reading-challenge ) allowed me a new way to keep track of all of my favourites. So props to that event! Definitely participating again (considering I run the event, yeah, that's probably a given lol, but full disclosure).

Without further ado, here were my 2021 fic favourites!

Fandom: GoT/AsoIaF

Jaime/Sansa/Oberyn/Ellaria:

Names in the Snow by OperaPhantom

“It’s a punishment,” most whispered. “Punishment from the Old Gods for betraying them for the Seven.”

A few others disagreed. “A gift from the Old Gods to the eldest Stark daughter,” they said. “Or a gift to the North.”

~~~~~~ Sansa Stark receives the Gods' Gift, the mark that identifies her soulmate, only to find out it's what no one, not even herself, expected it to be. But sometimes, surprises can be sweet.

For the February 2021 Pack Prompt of "unexpected".

Jaimsa:

I'm not a princess (this ain't a fairytale) by K_R_Closson

After Joffrey beheads Ned Stark, and his engagement to Sansa is broken, he decides to host a tournament, with the prize being Sansa's hand in marriage. When Jaime Lannister shows up at the last minute to win it, she's afraid she'll be stuck in King's Landing until Joffrey's cruelty does her in. But Jaime made a promise and, one way or another, Lannisters always pay their debts.

Joberyn:

Bequeathed from Pale Estates by Author376

In a Westeros where Soulmates are bound and Marked by the Gods to bind Houses together and pay blood debts, Lyarra Snow and Oberyn Martell are about to get a shock...

Jonsa

and no net ensnares me by thimbleful

Since Jon left, Sansa has struggled to keep things together and she longs for his return. However, when he does return things only become worse. Jon learns about his parentage and doesn't know how to make sense of anything, how to fix the inevitable mess the reveal will create, or how to protect the people he loves. But at least, after all these years, the pack is finally back together. Then, one day, Sansa disappears. Post season 7 fic.

His Winter Queen by @tm-writes-blog

A rewrite of the show's last seasons and how Jon and Sansa forged a true ruling block to challenge the Dragon Queen and defeat the Night King.

There will still be major character deaths, but some very different choices greatly impact the story.

we are buried in broken dreams by Anonymous

Prompt: Sansa and Jon sleeping together before he goes to Dragonstone and when he comes back he finds out she is pregnant.

A full on s8 fix-it fic at this point.

Like winter we are cruel by @ferrame

Winter has come to Winterfell, Jon expects a war north of the Wall, and Littlefinger is brewing one inside the very castle.

you are my sun, my moon (and all of my stars) by Goodforthesoul

When the white wolf came, the Lord of Winterfell had no choice but to give him his eldest daughter. Eddard Stark had grown up on legends of wolves, on the stories of bargains made by the First Men, on the knowledge of the price that he and his family might one day be forced to pay. His father had explained the reason their house had taken a wolf as its heraldry and “Winter is Coming” as its motto, a reminder of a promise to honor, a recognition of a debt owed that would need, one day, to be paid. Ned had breathed a sigh of relief when his sister’s twentieth winter arrived and the beast had not. And he had watched the dawn sky for the first signs of the snow that would mark that his daughter, too, might also be spared, might escape the fate that had been handed down by their ancestors. But no man could be so lucky.

Sansa, too, had been born with the North in her blood, had been raised on the stories of white wolves, had lived her life with the knowledge that one might come for her.

if you try to break me, you will bleed by @dialux

It had been a slash across her chest from a White Walker’s sword that finally ended her life. Sansa’d landed in a puddle of her own blood, and she’d died quickly, quietly.

And then she’d awoken with a gasp, trembling, in a bed that had burned under Theon’s betrayal.

The pursuit of non-bath time happiness by Queenofthebees

After Jon refuses Gendry's ask for Arya's hand, citing the fact Sansa was not yet betrothed, Rickon observes and, with the help of Shaggydog, Ghost and Arya, comes up with a plan to have Jon realise he should court Sansa himself. And if it were to result in Jon being less strict about bath times, that was totally coincidental!

The She-Wolves of Winterfell by @vixleonard

The pack survived. So has the Stark habit of keeping secrets.

Jonsaery:

and in the night, you'll hear me calling by @lesbiancerseilannister

When you met your soulmate, touched them for the first time, you would see everything in all its colorful glory.

Jonsanerys:

Brave, Gentle, Strong by @jonsainthenorth

The Night King is defeated, the battle is ended, the dead heroes are burned, but the song is not yet done.

Now, Dany must grapple with the news of her newfound family and the possibility for the Targaryen line to continue beyond her. . . and beyond her brother’s son. She offer Sansa an impossible choice, one that will destroy the Lady of Winterfell's independence but grant her heart's desire and protect the North in perpetuity. Jon is caught between the two halves of himself, between two Queens, Targaryen and Stark, Fire and Ice, Dragon and Direwolf, honor and dishonor...

Sanberyn, Brandon Stark/Catelyn, minor Rhaelyanna, Jon/Cersei:

The Road to Victory by writing_as_tracey

Too late in preparing for the Night King and the Long Night, the last stand at Winterfell is close to falling. Bran takes desperate measures to ensure victory, and Jon, Sansa, and Arya pay the price for it in a time unfamiliar to them, on the cusp of another war. [GoT, time-travel fix it]

Sanberynia:

A Winter in Braavos by Silberias

Sansa escapes to Braavos with the Dornish.

Desert Winds Rather Than Mountain Air by Silberias

Catelyn Stark leaves King's Landing telling even her old friend Petyr Baelish that she is taking her daughters back to Winterfell. Instead she takes them, without telling Ned, to Dorne because if anyone will believe a tale of Lannister treachery it will be the Martells of Dorne.

She realizes, as she reaches the gates of Sunspear, that she is really no better than her father was all those years ago.

Clinging To The Wild Things That Raised Us by TheSweetestThing

If the Martells demanded the traitor Sansa Stark’s hand in marriage in return for peace throughout the Seven Kingdoms, then so be it.

For Fear Tonight Is All by Silberias

Tyrion knew, as he gazed up at the dark skinned Martell man that this was perhaps his only chance to spirit Sansa out of King's Landing and away from his father's greedy fingers. Tywin Lannister would have married the girl himself if he felt he could have gotten away with it, and so Tyrion knew his own marriage was no protection to Ned Stark's daughter whatsoever.

"Invite her, demand her, steal her--whatever you choose, Prince Oberyn, choose it soon. Else my lady wife shall break into more pieces than the stars."

a sad tale's best for winter by @branwyn-says

Oberyn and Ellaria visit the finest brothel in Oldtown. One of its most alluring attraction is the harpist, a girl with dyed brown hair.

She's still a maid, the brothel-keep assures them.

in this expected country they know my name by @lesspopped

At the wedding feast, Oberyn and Ellaria are approached by the Master of Whisperers, who begs they indulge him with a discussion of clothing — specifically, Lady Sansa Stark's. Very fine, they all agree...but what a shame, Ellaria tuts, she has lost an amethyst from her hairnet.

So when Joffrey begins to cough, they follow her, and find her in the godswood.

I See The Stars In Your Eyes by @themistressmaster

She feared that she was just like her aunt, a wreath of winter roses bestowed upon her at a tourney.

Sanberynia/Jon:

Dornish Customs by @framboise-fics

Sansa escapes from the Eyrie to Castle Black after being accused of the death of her late husband Harrold Hardyng, arriving just after Jon has been resurrected. The two of them decide to flee South together and after journeying for many moons, they arrive in Sunspear and find sanctuary with Prince Oberyn and his paramour Ellaria Sand.

But neither of them have escaped from their pasts unscathed, and during the sweltering days and long sultry nights of Dorne, tensions boil over in unexpected ways.

Sansa deserves a good man guarding her, an honourable man, and she has put her trust in Jon, who is not an honourable man at all. Perhaps he came back wrong, he thinks sometimes, perhaps this sickness is something the red priestess gave him.

Stansa:

Half of Winter by @manic-intent

Stannis Baratheon has survived wars, sieges, pitched battles and skirmishes and worse, but nothing has made him feel as lost and out of place and unnerved as this very moment.

The little pink infant in the crib sleeps peacefully, wrapped in furs, and her wrists are innocently blank. For an irrational moment, Stannis envies her, then he straightens up and turns away. Winterfell is warm, somehow - some sort of piped system, apparently - and his gloves are tucked into his belt, baring the pale silver script on the underside of his right wrist: Sansa Stark.

Wolf's Blood by @manic-intent

"Ser Davos tells me that my brother Robb has done something rash," Sansa cuts in hurriedly, before Stannis rebukes Davos. "Is that true? He has broken his word to the Freys?"

"Aye, and Lord Walder will not so easily forgive that," Stannis looks over to the Twins where they are marked on the huge table that forms the centerpiece of the Chamber, and behind him, sleek and voluptuous in her sheer red dress, Melisandre smiles with her full, crimson mouth. "Your brother is a gifted commander, but he is still a very young boy. Still," Stannis adds, with a lift of a shoulder, "Older men than he have sundered far more over women. I should know - I was part of the last war that broke out over a woman. Your aunt."

Queen of the Seven Kingdoms by @sarahtheblack

Ned doesn't go to Cersei with a warning. He goes to Dragonstone.

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the-wild-queen · 2 years

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It works vice versa as well, especially if these two had gotten together.

#jaime lannister #sansa stark #jaime lannister x sansa stark #jaime lannisterxsansa stark #jaimsa #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire

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annabellehunt · 11 months

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FORGETFUL DREAMERS — UPDATE

A new chapter of Forgetful Dreamers, titled “Circle I. Memories: Hers. VI” is published!

After the defeat of the Night King, Jaime and Sansa have occasion to learn that one must be careful when making wishes.

Jaime Lannister x Sansa Stark, canon and time loop AU.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18415835/chapters/120184183

#gotjaimelannister #gotsansastark #jaimsa #gotfic #jaime x sansa #jaime lannister x sansa stark #forgetful dreamers #prose*#mine

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wolfiestark · 5 months

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Guys I’m crying ugly tears at this jaimsa fic rn :’(

#jaimsa #ao3 #asoif/got

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crownofstardustandbone · 1 year

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Are you working on any fics right now or do you have any ideas you're thinking about starting?

Hey anon, thank you for the ask!! I am currently working on some fics!

Razorblade Without a Handle (stuckony) E-Rated, unpublished

This is a no powers AU taking place in present day New York City. Steve and Tony are in a pre-existing relationship and have been together for 20+ years. Steve is 45 and Tony is 55, so they are some sexy silver foxes when they run into (literally) Bucky. In a "meet ugly" Steve and Tony hit Bucky with their car, and soon after their lives and their hearts become entangled. Bucky is a 22 year old high school dropout working multiple jobs to pay rent on his shitty little apartment and put his sister Bex through college, and he has no idea why a billionaire CEO and his world renown artist/activist husband are interested in him, but he's selfish enough to hang onto what they have for as long as he can.

Lots of trigger warnings for this, but I'm really excited to post it when it's ready!

I'm Bitter Like Whiskey (You're Sweet Like Wine) (Jaime x Sansa) rating undetermined, unpublished

Post Season 8, Jaime lives and stays at Winterfell to serve the Queen in the North, Sansa Stark. Jaime wanders the halls and walls of Winterfell each night, the screams of the King's Landing populace ringing in his ears, the scent of burning flesh invading his sense. He cannot sleep and so he wanders--until one night he finds the Queen in the library, also seemingly unable to sleep. When she shares her desire to protect herself, to prevent anyone from harming her ever again, Jaime offers to train her in hand to hand and bladed combat. Sparks fly, and two broken people find a way to heal together.

Midnight in New York (Natasha x Rhodey) e-rated, unpublished

In this follow up to the Letters from the Void Redux, we explore the relationship between Nat and Rhodey over the same five years that LFTVR tracks for Steve and Tony. After Tony's return and the split between the Avengers deepens, Nat takes on the responsibility for protecting the citizens of NYC from the increasing chaos caused by Thanos's snap. She works at it alone until Rhodey returns and refuses to leave, their shared sorrow and grief bringing them together in a bond that will persist through space, time and death.

Those are the big three I'm currently working on, and as usual I have lots of thoughts about other ships and fics in my drafts, but with working full time, grad school and an internship, I have to focus on the stories that inspire me the most and make what progress I can!

#my writing #fics of 2023 #fanfic #stuckony #jaimsa #warwidow #nat x rhodey #jaime x sansa #steve x bucky x tony

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sweetaprilbutterfly · 9 months

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Sansa Stark bought Old Aemon's bookshop in Lannisport to keep it out of corporate hands. What happens when Jaime Lannister, fresh off his latest book tour, comes into the shop expecting to see his old friend Aemon but finds Sansa instead?

This is a story about love at first sight, and trusting your instincts when you find 'the one.'

The Bookstore Keeper’s Heart by @tm-writes

#jaime x sansa fic #Jaime x Sansa #sansa x jaime #jaime lannister x sansa stark #Jaimsa #Jaime Lannister #Sansa Stark #gotedit #asoiafedit #jaimsaedit #gotsansastark #gotjaimelannister #sansastarkedit #jaimelannisteredit #GoT #Game of Thrones #ASOIAF #my edits #tm writes

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hum-suffer · 8 months

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It's because you're never going to recover from loving him

It's because there's always going to be a spasm of control that chokes your words.

You will never recover from loving him.

You will not recognise yourself without him.

#desiblr #suffer ye suhana nahi #desi tumblr #poetry #original poem #thoughts #writers on tumblr #hannigram #will graham x hannibal lecter #samdean #unapologetically bitches #jaimsa #literally this is so Sansa im dying #i saw some Richard siken poems and wanted to try the style #btw #richard siken #hes suddenly alive??? no offense i thoight he was some 20th century poet

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azazelflare · 11 months

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Sent Back To Love You Again Chapter Two

Catelyn hugs her now grown daughter as the men talk strategy and what to do about the couple. Jaimie slams his remaining hand on the table and starts to get angry at the words the two fathers were saying.

“We will marry in the godswood at dusk tonight. If that gives you enough time to plan what to do about Joffrey and the others.” He walks out of the room and heads to his wife. She stands up and holds his head down to her chest in a mock intimate embrace.

He breathes in and out trying to calm himself and realizes that he must get his father here so he knows that his son is marrying finally. He walks back into the room and tells the two men that they will wait until Tywin is there to give him away in the tradition of the north; also he can be told of the threat to the north.

Jaime walks out and grabs his wife, with some protest from her parents, and walks to his chambers. He's not letting Sansa stay in that room again.

They enter the room and start to tear at each other's clothes. She helps him take off the jerkin and trousers and he unlaces her dress. She steps out of her dress and starts to kiss him. He moans in pleasure and grips her waist.

They release the kiss and maneuver themselves into the bed. He starts to kiss his way down to her womanhood and she moans and keens for him to continue. He finally gets to her clit and he gives it a hard suck. She screams out in pleasure and grips his hair begging for more. He stops and moves back up her body; she grips his shaft and guides it into her. They both moan loudly as they feel each other again for the first time since the war against the night king. He pumps into her and continues to do so until he spends himself inside of her hoping she gets pregnant during this time of peace. He knows she isn't finished yet when she flips them over. She straddles him and grinds into his dick. She puts the freshly hard cock inside of her and starts to bounce on it. She doesn't let him touch she knows if he does he really wants to be punished. She squeals and squirts on him; he finishes again inside her and they both nearly pass out from exhaustion.

They scoot together and Sansa curls up against him as they both fall asleep for the night.

BANG BANG

They jump awake as Jaime rushes to get his pants on he opens the door to see Ned Stark with ice next to him “Hello Ned, What can we help you with this lovely morning.” “Where the fuck is my daughter Lannister?” Jaime turns around and checks to see if Sansa is dressed and opens the door a little bit further. “Sansa, Love your father’s here. Never thought I would be able to say that.” Ned looks shocked at his daughter and soon son-in-law. “ We, uh, need you both in the solar. Ned says rubbing the back of his neck. He leaves and lets the couple finish getting dressed. They walk to the solar and sit in front of the king. Robert explains what they will be doing once Tywin gets here, starting with taking Jaime’s white cloak and ending with the marriage. Sansa leaves and talks to her mother about a dress. She wants to use black like the dress she wore for her last and final wedding since it was her only dress at the time but it made her look like the winter queen she was. Her mother looks concerned about the black since the stark colors were gray and white. Sansa seems very adamant about the black and so she goes to find black fabric.

#smut #jaimsa #jaime x sansa #sansa stark #jaime lannister

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ineedminions · 2 years

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Singles Will Be Paired

The sign saying Singles will be paired stood out mocking her as Sansa got in line. Gendry and Arya were going into the pairs line for the ride. It was a little annoying that at times on the 2 rider rides that she’d get stuck with some random person. Luckily, the few she’d been on so far for the day hadn’t been terrible.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39790110

#Jaime Lannister #Sansa Stark #Jaime Lannister x Sansa Stark #Sansa Stark x Jaime Lannister #Jaimsa #Fic #Writing is Hard #thewulfpack

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dialux · 2 days

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Whatever Cersei had thought of Sansa Stark, she’s all grown up now. The twittering bird has become a honey-tongued snake. A capable snake: capable enough to convince her own brother to give her the chance to kill him. [Joffrey decides to teach Sansa Stark a lesson in gratitude. Sansa learns something else altogether.]

READ THE SEVENTH CHAPTER ON AO3!

#run godspeed #my writing #asoiaf #jon shows up! there's a smidgen of jaimsa! AND jonsa!#also many issues are resolved even as new ones pop up #and though vvvvvvv little is actually done (sansa just walks and talks a la cj cregg in Thee West Wing) much is accomplished #(i say this but then i look at the chapter and i'm like. a) sansa poisons robb b) catelyn declares war on the old gods c) jeyne enters the #scene d) robb declares white war e) jon arrives f) arya leaves.#MANY THINGS HAPPEN!!!!!!! it's not just 20k of sansa chewing scenery lmao #(and this doesn't even TOUCH on whatever's going on w sansa and jaime. At All.)

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chattahoochiecoochie · 1 year

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Language Barrier

Summary: Laura learns Finnish

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: oral sex

Authors Notes: I don’t wanna hear a WORD about the spelling, the grammar, the conjugation. Nothing. Google translate, reddit, youtube, ya girl did her best but as an english speaker, Finnish is beyond my understanding so do with that information what you will. Y’all know the drill, everything else is here.

“Hyva tytto.” He’s smirking at her, a glint in his eye. He’s been saying that a lot lately. Perhaps trying to give her enough to go on when she pulls out the pocket dictionary she’s tried so hard to hide from him. It’s a funny dance they do, around the dictionary. She pretends not to have it, and he pretends not to notice the falter in her step when he speaks to her in Finnish, ignoring the very obvious mental notes she takes to look up his words later.

She’s got the first part down. It was easy enough, the spelling making a fair bit of sense. The second word she’s struggled on for weeks, looking desperately for a word ending in an ‘a’. After a bit more eavesdropping, and a youtube video on vowels, she knows she’ll be looking for an ‘o’ later.

“Hyva tytto.” His mouth is on her ear, jaw slack as he whispers to her. Both still tipsy from a late trip to a local bar, they’ve been stumbling over each other since they got back to the hotel. He keeps repeating the phrase, his tone increasingly whiny as she strokes him through his jeans and bites at the skin just above his collar. More, he seems to say every time he hums beneath her hands.

Good girl. That’s what it means. The dictionary is in her lap, the spine thoroughly cracked as she presses it against her drawn knees. Running her finger over the page she reads it again. Good girl. For weeks. When she gets something right, when she gets something wrong and he thinks it’s funny. When she choked back a shot of soju in Japan without dribbling any on her chin (it took several attempts). When she put her foot down about him being difficult in a meeting, letting her tone draw out a warning clear as day. Good girl, he said. He says. Good girl, he says.

A butterfly seems to find its first wings in her stomach.

Laura lets the dictionary slip from her grasp.

“Mää haluan sua.” He taught it to her, on another drunken night. I want you. One of their very first, a cab ride home from a formal event. The words had sounded silky, even in his raspy voice. She says it now, holding him by the front of his shirt.

He whines, voice gravelly from the alcohol.

In a mess of limbs, they undo each other. His socks, her tights. Her skirt, his shirt. When her blouse is open in the front, and his belt undone, the bed seems to materialize around them, swallowing her frame as he presses her into the mattress.

“So pretty.” Kimi lulls, pressing his mouth to her bare chest. “So pretty, Laura.”

“You’re pretty.” The words sound slurred. She’s not drunk, not really, just buzzing slightly, but the room feels hazy around them. Kissing her breast, he grins at the compliment.

He feels hot over her, and through heavy eyes she watches patiently, wondering if she might catch his breath in the air when he whistles over her nipple. Dipping lower, his lips part, before disappearing from her view as he takes it between his teeth, tugging gently. Laura groans.

Lifting her hips, she drives her thigh between his, groaning again at the feeling of him on her thigh. Sucking on her, he pushes down, rubbing the tight spot of his boxers over her bare skin. A low hum is lost between them.

With agonizing care, she watches as he slips down her chest, hands dragging until he’s well between her legs. A slack jaw meets her center, arms hooked through her legs to hold her down as she writhes beneath him.

Licking lazily at her slit, his fingers work over the bud at her center, pressing and dragging across it until she whimpers for him. With every sound, he slows. Swiping his tongue across her entrance until she cries, and then hesitating until her hips bear down into the mattress again. It’s oblivion, satisfaction driven from her reach over and over again until her eyes are pricked with tears.

“More, Kimi.” She’s pleading, clutching at him as if it might bring release easier. “Haluta.” Please.

There’s urgency in her voice, akin to his own when he taught her the word. Laura can feel him smiling against her cunt, teeth bared as he holds himself steady. “Haluta.” She says again.

Pausing over her clit, his head sinks until he’s sucking on her, fingers curling deeper and deeper. For a moment, she wishes she hadn’t begged at all, head splitting from the pressure rising in her chest.

This is the last time he’ll hide from her. Every word, every sound, she’ll catch. Every innuendo, every whisper, every turn of phrase that ‘just doesn’t translate’. She’ll learn it. She won’t tell. It can be a secret, a quiet waltz around the point, just like the dictionary. He can say it, in that soft rasp he reserved just for her, and she can pretend not to dwell on his tone, or the definition. But she’ll know.

And she’ll learn. Picking up the dictionary from where she’d dropped it, Laura turns it over in her hands, running a finger up the fore edge, lingering over where she’s already dogeared it. She will learn it.

“Please,” Arching her back, Laura reaches for his hair, winding her fingers through it as she holds his head down. “Ole hyva poika.”

There’s a sound, a low groan that might have come from either of them–and then it’s there. A rush of adrenaline, and a tremble that travels up her spine as fluid pools beneath her. She feels raw suddenly, empty and overdrawn.

Through tears, she finds him stuck between her legs still, mouth wet, a hand over his boxers. He’s sat up slightly, on his knees in front of her, running his fingers over a stain he has made in his underwear. Laura groans again, whining at the sight of the mess.

“I don’t remember teaching you that.” His lip quirks, the hint of a smirk.

“Did you like it?” Hands outstretched, Laura pulls him closer.

“Say it again, and I’ll decide.”

“Give me a reason.”

“Hyva tytto.” In an instant, he is on her again.

A/N: This is the last time I experiment with format, sorry y’all. Not really. But sort of.

#i could have expended this energy on jaimsa but alas #here we are #brain worms (real)#chattahoochiecoochie writes #kimi raikkonen #f1 smut #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #kimi fic

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