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[estherruth-jonsatrash]

Let Me Keep You: A Jonsa One-shot

Written for @jonsa-valentine event types of love: storge, pragma, eros.

Preview:

He’s not sure when it happens. Jon has always loved Sansa. Of course he has, from the day she was born. She was his sister. They may have been the most distant of all his siblings but that didn’t change the love.

And when Sansa appears in the courtyard at Castle Black, beneath his astonishment at the sight of her, there is elation. He’d scarcely known how he’d gotten down the steps to reach her, but there he is—and there she is, in his arms, clinging tight, tucking her head against his shoulder. Jon closes his eyes and holds her just as tight. He realizes they’re swaying with the shock of it.

He also realizes he feels warm for the first time since he came back from the dead.

Jon can’t stop looking at her. He can hardly believe she is real. She’s also so incredibly beautiful he’s not sure he could pull his eyes away from her if he tried.

Had it been then? That very day of their reunion?

Jon thinks about that day when they’re traveling the North—when he climbs into his bedroll at night, weary of the riding. He thinks of Sansa in front of the firelight, wearing his cloak. He thinks of her drinking his ale and laughing when she grimaced, a sensation so new it felt like the first time he’d ever made such a sound in his throat. He thinks of the pleasant warmth in his body at having her close to him. How her touch sent tingles across his skin.

That should have alerted him something was different. But that day, he didn’t bother trying to examine it. Why would he? The joy of having a sibling returned to him—when he never thought he’d see any of them again—the disbelief and the gratitude was enough.

And so by the time Jon begins to question, he already knows he’s gone too far.

Read the rest on ao3!

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[winterwakesthewolf]

sooo i was scrolling through my docs and came across an almost finished wip of Wolves They Both Must Be part two that i wrote over a year and a half ago that i kinda sorta forgot about. i know i'm more active in my other fandom for the time being, but would anyone even be interested in reading a sequel to that one shot?

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[wandering-scavenger]

thy love is winged and nameless by wandering_scavenger

chapters: 1/2

rating: M

tags: Fairytale AU, Celtic Folklore Inspired

premise: in which a huntsman saves a fae girl from certain death.

She took a step back when he moved towards her, stopping only when her body was pressed to the wall and he firmly cupped her chin to look upon her face. His grip softened when she flinched. He did not know if he hurt her, but he certainly did not mean to. In the warm yellow candlelight of the cabin, without any chains to bind her and gag to obscure her mouth, he saw that she was more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen in his short life. Her eyes were a deep blue, so vivid that he could drown in them if he dared to look into them any longer. Slowly, he moved his free hand to run his fingers through her hair, all doubt within him fading away as he tucked a curl behind her pointed ear.  He recalled Bolton’s words just as he recalled what his mother taught him long ago: the day you tell your name to fair folk is the day you lose your freedom, perhaps forever.

for the @snowstoneweek event ❄️🐺

day 3 (september 11): fairytale 🧚🏻

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[charmtion]

Jon & Sansa; a virgin queen, her ranging butcher.

Read it here.

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[riahchan]

Hey sorry riahcan do you remember who wrote the full house jonsa au? Or know where it’s gone? I thought it had been updated only this week

I do not but I will post this in hopes that someone else does.

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[saltspear]

lest we eat each other

“And now you wear my brother’s ring. My father’s ring.”

A sheen of silver around his pinky, moon glinting off of its surface. The ring that’s been worn by the men she loved as deep as her heart can go—and now by him, by Jon.

(With him, she has not loved. She has devoured, and the skin of it still remains on her teeth.)

read it here

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[thewindsofwolves]

Favorite Jonsa Fanfic 2/? • Where the Shadow Ends by @athimbleful​

For years Sansa has ruled the North, wisely, justly, capably--and utterly alone. Everyone tells her she needs an heir; all she wants is a family. But after everything she’s suffered, there’s only one man she trusts won’t use her for her claim. Only one she trusts with her body. Unfortunately, she trusts him in no other way--especially not with her heart.

For years Jon’s hidden in the far north, choosing solitude over the people he loves, choosing self-exile as punishment rather than atoning. But then Tormund tires of his moping and drags Jon back to Winterfell where guilt and consequences and a tempting offer await him.

A story in which Jon and Sansa reunite after five years and enter an arrangement despite having unresolved issues between them. Post canon.

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[ladyinasong]

since we’re bound to be something by @aflashofgreen

Jon/Sansa (ASoIaF/GoT), one-shot, future fic, love confessions, marriage proposal

They embrace with both their joy and their grief. This is the way it was meant.

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[chispas-and-broken-bindings]

nothing sacred, all things wild - 5/?

Chapter 5

Excerpt:

Sansa waited for Anya in the courtyard, welcoming the cool caress of air on her cheeks after hours cloistered in the manse’s overly-perfumed parlor. Light-headed and irritable from too much wine, she was sick to death of idle chatter. The night had been a waste, and she said as much when Anya finally extracted herself from Lady Tarly’s protracted farewell and joined her in the carriage. 

“Randyll Tarly only has two sons. One is a maester and the second is very much married. I spent the evening staring at the swell of his wife’s gown from across the card table. Who am I meant to wed? The babe in Eleanor Mooten’s belly?” 

“Of course not, my dear. Samwell is not yet a maester. There is still time for him to make other vows.”

“How is that possible? Talla intimated that he left for the Citadel years ago.”

“Well, you can lead a horse to water…” Anya trailed off, a faint smirk playing at her thin lips, as she settled back against the leather. 

Sansa sighed. “So, he’s dimwitted.” She dug her nails into her palm, watching the lamplight bleed into the puddles on the street as they passed by. 

“Forgive me, but I wasn’t aware wit was one of your requirements for a husband. In my estimation you have more than enough intelligence for one marriage, and too much in a man is often more trouble than it’s worth.”

Continued on AO3: 

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[redbelles]

The letter is short, a bare handful of words that burrow beneath her skin like slivers. She reads them over and over until they are carved into her heart, red as weirwood sap. Red as blood.

Daenerys is dead. The North is free, and yours, as it should be. Take care of our family.

OUR HANDS ARE COLD, THE MOON SETS LOW ↳ a post-s8 fix it fic | by @redbelles

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[estherruth-jonsatrash]

New Chapter: Protect Each Other

Chapter 18 of Protect Each Other is on ao3 now!

Preview:

Jon headed to the crypts, a mix of duty and love in his chest which soon turned to love completely as he found Sansa before his mother’s statue. She looked caught when she spotted him, a blush stained her cheeks so they matched her rosy lips.

“Jon,” she spoke softly, looking between him and the likeness of Lyanna Stark, as if searching for the words to explain herself.

Jon’s throat suddenly felt very thick. “You’ve lit a candle for her?” he asked, and he could hear the rawness in his voice.

“Yes,” Sansa said nervously. “I—I have since before we knew…” she finished uncertainly, eventually her eyes coming back to meet his own. ---

Jon has two important conversations that push him to reckon with his parentage.

Set in an alternate season 7 and a sequel to Your Protector!

Or read Protect Each Other from the beginning.

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[winterwakesthewolf]

Wolves They Both Must Be

Jon Snow x Sansa Stark

Summary: “Did you bend the knee to save the North, or because you love her?”

Jon snaps his head up at Sansa’s question. Her eyes are brimming and hot and he can suddenly see this is not the argument he thought they were having. This is something else. Something deeper and much more intimate.

OR

The missing scene we deserved in 8x01

Author's Note: Part Two! I wrote this second part a few years ago and I really think I've grown as a writer since then. Since this part has never been published, I had the opportunity to edit it, but I read through it and honestly I'm too tired to do that so if there are any glaring issues, please let me know.

I first published the first part of this as a one shot on AO3 in 2019 and then a few years later I wrote a sequel that just sat in my google docs collecting digital dust. This is that second part. I may turn it into a series if there's enough interest so please let me know by liking, commenting, and reblogging if you want more.

Disclaimer: 18+, smut, (I'm serious, if you're not over 18 then scram), cousin incest, presumed half-sibling incest. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 2K

part one - part two

Sansa wakes in his arms, bare skin against skin. It is still night. Or perhaps early morning. The fire has nearly extinguished, leaving them mostly in the dark but for a faint flickering of illumination that casts the room in a soft, warm glow. She glances up at him, sound asleep and looking more peaceful than she has ever seen him look. His arm strewn lazily across her back. And his heart, that he had said was only hers, steadily beating beneath her ear. 

She lifts her head to peek at the scar there and she runs her fingers along the ridges of the severed flesh - a long, vertical line, curved at the top and still red in the center. Similarly to the scars that marr his abdomen, they look to not be fully healed. Sansa wonders if they may never be. Her heart aches at the thought that his own had once stopped beating.

Gazing at his resting face in awe and bewilderment at the magic it took to bring him back to life, and to her, she sheds a tear for all that could have been lost, and all that will.

His raven curls, unbound and tangled, lay atop her pillow. Her belly coils with heat at the memory of her hands pulling at the leather strap that tied them back, at the image she conjures of him raised above her, glowing from the light of the roaring fire, and the look in his eyes as he buried himself inside of her, their flesh fusing in forbidden, long-awaited bliss. Her cheeks bloom with both shame and pleasure at the thought of their union. At her insistence that he spill inside of her and stay there long after both of their pleasures were drawn out, knowing in the morning she would brew a cup of moon tea that she had hidden away from the time before. 

The gods had been cruel to make her love her half-brother. They had been kind enough to make him love her back. 

In her solar he had confessed that he loved her, and only her. And how loathed he was to leave her for Dragonstone. That when he declared, in the presence of their bannermen, that the North was a part of him and that he’d never stop fighting for it, what he had meant in his heart was that she was his North. He admitted that every moment they were apart, she never once left his thoughts. And that everything he had done in the effort to return home truly was to save the North. To save her. His whispered words had sent shivers through her. Both the declaration of his love, and the thought of what kinds of things he had to do to return home to her.

She doesn’t want to think of what all that had entailed. Or what had transpired in the dark between him and the dragon to make her believe he truly bent the knee, and that he loved her. But Sansa wants to trust him and believe the words he told her in the quiet of her bed as he entwined his hand in hers. As he gently stroked his calloused fingers over her bare skin, leaving gooseprickles in their wake.

“I had to make her believe in the ruse, Sansa. I’m not proud of it,” he had rasped, eyes averted from Sansa’s gaze until she reached for him, turning his face so that she could look upon him. He released a shaky breath and croaked, “I’d beg for your forgiveness if you’re willing to give it. But I understand if it’s too much to ask. I wouldn’t blame ye. But I must confess, I thought of you. Every second.”

Jon had fought battles for Sansa, had fought Ramsey knowing the odds were against him. He fought the Others, and survived to come back to her. He had lied, manipulated, and kept the secret hidden away so convincingly, so deep, that even Sansa had not seen it. 

(Her feelings for Jon surely clouded her judgment, causing her to doubt his loyalty).

She doesn’t want to think of what he may have to continue to do to keep up the ruse, or what they both may need to sacrifice. But Sansa knows that whatever it may be, she will do whatever she can to protect him, as he has done for her.

“There’s nothing to forgive,” she whispered. And she had meant it. 

Lying in the dark beside him she knows she will always mean it, no matter how much the thought of it stings. No matter the ache that blooms at the unbidden image of Jon with her. He had not truly been Sansa’s to lose then, but now… what were they to each other now? Now that they had crossed the point of no return.

Their love could never be known to any other. This secret they will always have to hide. If they were discovered it could lead to ruin and damnation. Northerners do not accept a union between siblings, no matter that they don’t share a mother. They were no Lannisters, nor Targaryens, and yet their illicit love seemed to prove otherwise. After all that she had learned, had worked so hard to not become, had she turned into Cersei after all? The thought makes her shiver and recoil. 

Perhaps she need not fret over any of it, for the Others are marching upon them. The threat looming, heavier with each passing moment. They may very well take this secret to a grave that lies just beyond the horizon. Lost to each other forever. And yet the thought of that terrifies her more than any possibility of their secret love being sussed out.

Jon stirs beneath her and flutters his eyes open, blinking to adjust to the dim light, and then he lowers his chin toward Sansa. His eyes soften as they land on her and he gives her a smile, sweet and tender, reaching his hand to gently tuck her tangled hair behind her ear.

“We fell asleep,” he says with a voice gruff and tender as he absentmindedly traces patterns on the small of her back.

“We did.”

“I’d better sneak off to my chambers before anyone realizes where I am.”

Sansa didn’t want this night to end. What had been their first union could very well be their last. 

As he moves to get up, Sansa gently pushes him back down to press her body and her lips as close to his as possible. The kiss, at first soft and slow, builds with passion, and desperation to stop time. Before long Jon has rolled Sansa onto her back and hovers over her just as before, looking down on her in wonderment and adoration. The look behind his eyes like an arrow of fire in her belly, and a need coils itself deep inside, begging to be met.

“Jon,” she pleads wantonly, reaching up to grasp his face in her hands, digging her fingers into his beard, weaving them in his hair. A frantic, desperate plea. He obliges, first by trailing kisses down her neck and to her breasts, spending time filling his mouth with them and driving that coil deeper and hotter inside of her, making her ache with need. And then he abruptly stops, pushes the furs farther off of the bed, until he is sitting at her feet, smiling with hooded eyes. The look she gives him of confused anticipation makes him chuckle.

“Why are you laughing?” Sansa sounds a bit wounded, but smiles all the same. 

“I’m not laughin’ at ye, Sansa. I swear,” he raises his palms as if in surrender. “But I want to try something if you let me.” Jon tenderly places his hands upon her knees, “Do you trust me?”

Sansa nods apprehensively, curiously, and watches as he spreads her legs apart and lowers his head, all while keeping his eyes locked onto hers. Kissing her knees and thighs in turn, he slowly travels higher and higher until his hands are gripping the flesh of her hips and his mouth is on her, licking the wetness between her thighs. It takes everything in Sansa not to cry out. Her heavy sighs alone are nearly loud enough for anyone outside of her door to hear. Jon’s tongue swirls and flicks at the most sensitive part and she has never felt a pleasure so intense. It rivals the pleasure she felt just hours ago when he touched her there as he spent inside of her. This was different and new and thrilling. She climbs higher and higher as his tongue works its magic, pushing her to the brink. And just as she is about to fall off the edge, Jon reaches up to take her breast in hand, his thumb grazing and teasing until she plunges off of the precipice and buries her face in the furs to muffle her cries. 

When the throbbing and the panting subsides, she glances at Jon, a very smug look upon his face, “Did ye like that?” 

Sansa smiles and nods lazily, still catching her breath, and she reaches for him with arms outstretched. He climbs up and kisses her deep and long, the taste of her still on his lips, and she can feel his need for her lined up at the spot his tongue had just deliciously ravaged. And suddenly she can feel the need inside her return in earnest. Those glorious flutters assault her belly as she wraps her legs around his waist and backside, pulling him close, inviting him in again. 

When he buries himself inside her once more, he keeps his eyes focused on hers, whispers a thousand I love yous that she returns in earnest, savoring the feeling of him so close to her as they find a slow and deliberate rhythm. 

Both of them know this might be their last and neither of them are quick to chase the pleasure out, but are intent on committing these precious few moments to memory. Tears stream down Sansa’s temples, sprung from somewhere deep and buried. Jon gently kisses them away.

“I am yours, Sansa. Only yours.” He touches his forehead to hers, “And you are mine.” It is half a question, half a command.

“Always,” she whispers and repeats again and again as she falls from the edge and he spills inside of her once more. 

The dawn arrives, creeping in through the window, as Jon dresses as quietly as he can. And once he has pulled his boots on he crosses back to the bed where Sansa is sitting, holding her knees and the furs close. She is cold without his warmth. He must sense it because he leans over to pull her close, bringing the furs with her, to the edge of the bed. He gently takes her face in his hands as she memorizes the look in his eyes. Kissing her sweetly, with such care and reverence, then envelops her in his arms for a long embrace. 

Sansa buries her face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him, heavy with leather and steel and woodsmoke. She curls herself into his chest. And as she listens to the beating of his heart beneath her ear once again, she doesn’t even attempt to hold back the tears anymore. Releasing the ache of the joy, and the tragedy, of it all. 

“Never forget, Sansa. Whatever happens, know that I love you,” he whispers in her ear, holding her close, running his fingers through her copper waves.

And before dawn can unearth their secret, he moves to kiss her forehead with a desperation and reverence that burns long after he reluctantly pulls away. He stalks toward the door, and then looks back at her with a smile full of hope and fear before slipping into the cover of darkness. 

Alone and cold without him, Sansa weeps upon the furs that warmed them through the winter night. Tears that she has denied for so long finally tumble free and flow without ceasing. They pour out uncontrollably, as though Jon had unlocked a deeply buried chest within her, filled to the brim with love she had for so long confined to the darkest parts of her, and fear of losing what has only briefly been hers. 

She finds that once unlocked she may never again find the key.

~

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[wandering-scavenger]

a lady of winterfell update, chapter fifteen: the masqueraders

I have always considered myself a son first and a military man second, but all that has changed. I am your husband first, and I cannot bear for you to think that you could be anything less than the woman who has consumed my every thought and held sway over my every move long before I knew you did. Your joy is my joy, and your pain is my pain. The home that you have made in my heart belongs to you and you alone, Sansa. Without you, there is only an emptiness within me that I will never be able to fill. You, you are more than I imagined and you are more than I deserve. And whether or not you return these feelings, it will not change the fact that I-I love you.

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[charmtion]

Jon & Sansa; a marriage in moments. 

Read it here. 

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[witcchgrass]

Jon and Sansa travel together to a destination wedding.  

Read it here. 

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[saltspear]

Jon isn’t really sure when his life started.

The obvious answer would be ‘at birth’, or ‘at conception’ depending on who you ask, but he’s never believed in either of those things beyond a factual, scientific standpoint. 

He was alive when he took his first breath. He was alive while he played his first hockey game, went on his first date, stole his first car that one time with Ygritte before chickening out and leaving it on the side of the road a block later. He was alive when his mother was not.

He was alive when the gang he was running with shoved a knife into his chest.

And after that—

From a factual, scientific standpoint, he was dead. 

But he doesn’t like to think about it more than he has to.

(Between taking his first breath and bleeding out in the snow, sometimes Jon isn’t completely sure that he’s ever lived at all.)

excerpt from a love is coming home to me, prequel to and the birds will sing our song in halcyon.

coming soon!

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