Y'all, I did a quick drawing of Sansa and Jon meeting by the heart tree because I love the idea of Sansa coming to the tree to pray or think, and Jon has come back and is waiting for her there

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Y'all, I did a quick drawing of Sansa and Jon meeting by the heart tree because I love the idea of Sansa coming to the tree to pray or think, and Jon has come back and is waiting for her there
we are buried in broken dreams
Prompt: Sansa and Jon sleeping together before he goes to Dragonstone and when he comes back he finds out she is pregnant.
Pairing: Jon x Sansa
Chapter: 8/?
Preview:
“I knew that I wanted to wed you long before you asked,” Sansa said, moving even closer to him.
Jon’s head dropped, his gaze meeting hers as something like surprise flitted through his eyes.
“I felt so guilty for it,” she said, dropping her gaze to the straps of his cloak. “When Bran told us… I felt relieved.”
She whispered the confession as if it was the most shameful thing that she could utter. When Jon lifted his hand and pressed it over her cheek, it took a moment for her to look up at him.
“I felt it as well,” he admitted.
Relief unfurled in her chest as she leaned in, touching her forehead to his.
“Father once promised me that he would make me a match with someone who was brave, gentle, and strong,” she said softly, leaning into him as snow fell all around them. “I think that you are everything he imagined for me.”
Jon exhaled slowly, his shoulders settling with a lightness to him as if her words eased a burden that he carried.
“Thank you.”
His words were full of meaning, trembling as they were. His fingers wove into her hair as he laid a soft kiss upon her lips, caring little for who might see. For they had nothing to fear that night. Not when the godswood awaited them.
READ ON AO3
THIS FIC IS AMAZING, EVERYTHING I WANT IN A JONSA FIC
Angst? YES!
Good plot? YES!!
Romance? YES!!!
Y'all should seriously check it out if y'all haven't already
This is my first time writing anything like a fic, so pls excuse any cheesiness
Picking up the scroll, Sansa knows it's not from Jon. They never are, she thinks. Eight, almost nine years of correspondence with the Wall and not a single word from him. She hardly ever gets her hopes up at all anymore.
Sansa reads the scroll, and then she reads it a second time, and a third. After the fourth, she stands and puts the scroll down carefully. Ignoring her tired limbs and heavy eyes, Sansa makes her way to the window, where the night sky is turning grey with the coming dawn.
She looks out, past the castle walls to the north. Jon is there, she thinks, somewhere. She doesn't know how long she stands there, only that her face is wet with tears when she takes her last look. Where the snow once was, patches of grass are highlighted by the pinks and yellows of the sunrise. And she knows, winter is over and Jon is coming home.
So, how is Tyrion, the prisoner, able to vote on the king that decides his fate??
I was sitting there like, WHAT?!? Mans just agreed that he talks too much, and that he shouldn't, then proceeds to give the most unconvincing job recommendation, pls tell me I'm not the only one confused on if his counted
If they say "Bran the broken" one more time, I'm going to riot
might fuck around and attempt to write the most self-indulgent, angst filled, and cheesy fic possible to fill the Jonsa hole in my heart
Y'all, I was a whole ass clown till the very end of this episode. I was really hoping that we'd see Sansa as Queen AND with a family of her own, even if it wasn't with Jon. When I saw Sansa's dress I really thought she was getting married for a second to some random lord, the coronation is AMAZING though
If Daenerys was gonna ignore the surrender anyway, she didn't have to burn the WHOLE damn city down, all she had to do was fly straight to the Red Keep and destroy that area, sure thousands of civilians would still die but the damage would be sort of contained, BUT no, she has to go wild and KNOWINGLY firebomb the million innocent civilians in the city,
ALSO, watch her say next episode that destroying the city was "necessary" just like the Tarlys
When Daenerys says "I only have fear here" to me it sounds like she's acknowledging that literally nobody in Westeros wants her there, like girl, you're not liberating slaves anymore you're kind of INVADING
Me after Sansa left heartbroken and jealous when Jon smiled at Daenerys
Cersei literally said "we'll deal with whatever is left of your armies" AND no one thought "hey, maybe we should be extra vigilant when returning to our base camp that has been ABANDONED for weeks to make sure there's not an AMBUSH or something" just a crazy thought.
👏SANSA👏
👏WAS👏
👏RIGHT👏
👏AGAIN👏
Did y'all notice one of the crypt scenes that had a mother, who looked redhead, holding her child? I couldn't find a screenshot, but could it be like foreshadowing for Sansa having a kid? I might just have my shipping glasses/tinfoil hat on.
I am so glad Greyworm and Missandei survived because I was convinced one of them was gonna die. I was fr ready to cry when it looked like Greyworm was gonna sacrifice himself to light the trenches, plus thank God that d&d didn't kill off the only two poc characters that the audience knows