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Hi guys it’s been a while. I’ve had no motivation to do things which will take up a lot of my time since this whole COVID thing started and I’m extremely sorry. I want to continue this blog and want to help people find their new favorites fics. So I was thinking if I had help I’d feel more motivated. Please message me if you are interested in helping me with this blog. I will explain how it would work when we chat.
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I've been desperately trying to find a fic I was in love with over a year ago. Sansa was somehow in the past / different timeline? There was a bit in it I would go absolutely feral over every time I read it where Robb was having a serious convo with Sansa about murder and saying to be slow to make the decision to kill someone but once it is decided, don't hesitate, strike hard and fast and do not stop until it is completely over or along those lines. Any clue what it was?
Sorry this doesn’t ring any bells for me, so if anyone else knows of this fic please let me know. I’ll make sure to edit this or reblog with the answer if it is found.
Jonsa Kids / Pregnancy fics
Summer Snows (Rated: T) ( One Shot) - "Another summer snow," he commented lightly, nipping at her ear. "You know what that means?" "A few more logs on the fire," she responded primly. He had to admit, he admired her resolve. Normally, when Sansa kissed him anywhere, he was instantly her very willing slave for the next few hours. Hells, she just had to look at him in that sultry way of hers and he would drop a council meeting just to get his hands on her. But Sansa always remained relatively composed, even as he pressed her back against his tented breeches and a small gasp was all she gave in response. "It means the children will be sleeping in our bed again," he whispered. "They are terrible for saying they're too cold when the snows come. We really ought to tell them to snuggle up themselves so that their father can concentrate on keeping their mother warm!" "Perhaps if you didn't send them out into the snow so you could have your way with me, they wouldn't be so cold all the time," she quipped, shooting him a smirk over her shoulder. drabble 3 -snowflakes
Jon Snow’s Many Names (Rated: G) (One Shot) - Jon Snow, bastard. Jon Snow, brother of the Night’s Watch. Jon Snow, Lord Commander. Jon Snow, King in The North. Aemon Targaryen. Jon Stark, Lord Husband to Queen Sansa. He’s had many names, but none fit him best or make him feel more himself than the one he never saw coming. Father.
The Song of the Heir (Rated: E) (WIP) - Jon and Sansa unite the Northern houses after taking back Winterfell while dealing with conflicting emotions. Meanwhile, a Targaryen Queen arrives in Dragonstone and demands an audience with the King in the North. The North devises a plan in order to make the Mother of Dragons help in the upcoming war.
What about now? (Rated: G) (One Shot) - When taking care of Sansa during her morning sickness, Jon tries to get a kick from their baby.
Look after you. (Rated: T) ( One Shot) - Her smile faded suddenly, her face turning ghostly white as she realised she hadn't had her last period when it was supposed to arrive.
One time (Rated: T) (completed) - Sansa finds herself unexpectedly pregnant.
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hi! throwing this out to you, followers & the tag: I’m looking for a fic that’s pre-canon au. Jon and Sansa are soulmates. The eyes start out with one eye matches their mate & when Sansa is born, Jon’s eyes change. Ned & Cat realize what this means and so Jon’s not so isolated. Sadly the fic is incomplete and didn’t yet get to romance. But I remember it was so sweet reading how protective Jon was over little Sansa & they already had a strong bond. I know it’s on ao3. thanks to all!
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Here you go! I think this is it. If not let me know :)
I read this a couple months back, such a good read. Shame it’s only got two chapters right now. Enjoy
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary:
“You cannot ask this of her.” Sansa heard the words through the thick wooden door. They were murmured, but she knew they were spoken from the lips of her cousin, Ser Jon. He sounded irritated. “Or are you to just order her to lie back and lift her skirts? She will have no say?”
She felt her cheeks blooming with heat. What on earth is he talking about?
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This one I read a while back, but I really enjoyed it. to me it was very unique, I hadn't read anything like it before. I really liked the idea of jon being the white cloak and caring so deeply for Sansa. I usually don't read AU where Rhaegar won the war but I really enjoyed this. Rhaegar is not very nice in this though so keep that in mind before reading if you like him.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 14/? Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Summary:
"I know this is hard for you to understand but we have already lived this life once. The Gods are blessing us. I saw this before the Night King broke through the Wall. We have been reborn into our bodies before Jon Arryn's murder with our memories and knowledge of what could possibly lie ahead," Bran told them.
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When all of House Stark wake up one morning with their deaths being their clearest memories, the wheel begins to turn. The game has a new player in the form of Sansa Stark, the Red Wolf of Winterfell and the Queen in the North before her death, who is determined to see her family grow old and happy in Winterfell and the Iron Throne melted to a puddle of metal at her feet.
*****
This is a wip, but it is worth the wait in my opinion. I love that Sansa is still her smart, cunning self but also shows her love for her family. the Jonsa relationship while not the main focus is very cute and loving andjust everything I wanted for them. Also so much Stark family feels. I am not usually a fan of the time travel fics, I think in whole I only enjoy two or three, but this I think has got to be my favourite.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary:
Jon Snow is walking away from his last boxing class ever. Sansa Stark is on her way to become a prima ballerina. But when Jon sees a tear slipping down her cheek he rushes in to ask if she's okay. And that's when Sansa teaches him the difference between what ballet is to her and what dancing is to her.
*****
I love this! so cutesy. would be good read to when you aren't wanted all the drama of the actual show, and just want something fun.
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Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Summary:
Sitting in the crypts, amongst the dead Starks, Jon makes a different decision, and tells the Starks his secret first. The world shifts, and the very existence of magic hangs in the balance.
(Post 8.01 canon divergence)
I cant give you a star rating for this one, because it was a while ago I read it, however I must have loved it in order to bookmark it. I will be rereading it over the next couple days so I might update this.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 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: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary:
Jon and Sansa play a drinking game after the War for the Dawn. Sansa is sure her feelings for Jon aren't reciprocated, but Jon’s actions seem to say differently. Is it just the alcohol, or something more?
*****
This fic is great. I love smiling & laughing Jonsa. Its what they deserve. What they also deserve, is this amazing smut. This fic just makes make happy. While reading it I couldn't stop smiling.
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Hi guys! so I started this blog with good intentions, to make finding your favourite Jonsa fics easier. I have rec’d a couple great fics but like two days after making the blog I got a new job so all my focus went on that. I had no time to read fics, let alone rec them. however with everything going on in the world rn, I can say for sure that I have time to put all my energy into this. so with that being said if there are any fics you love & would like to recommend for others to enjoy, my inbox is open, and also if you are looking for a fic you have lost just send an ask and I will do my best to help find it for you!
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Title: A Sansa Stark Thing Summary: Professional football player Jon Snow is asked to come onto Sansa Stark’s daytime talk show and more than one person notices the sparks immediately flying off between them. @jonsaexchange
As soon as Jon started fidgeting with his suit, Melisandre slapped his hand away and fixed him with one of her legendary glares. He sighed in defeat. No matter how many times they put him in an expensive monkey suit, Jon would never get used to the feeling. It wasn’t him. None of it was him. When he first kicked a football at age five, Jon never thought in a million years that he would be forced to make talk show appearances and answer questions about his personal life.
Frankly, he never thought he would be captain of Winterfell Football Club either, but here he was, standing in a cramped little dressing room with the club’s crazy superstitious publicist in some designer suit he forgot the name of already.
Jon opened his mouth to ask Melisandre if there was any chance he could cancel now when his phone beeped in his pocket. He pulled it out and quickly checked his messages.
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Edd: Try not to throw up on Sansa bloody Stark. She’s a national treasure.
Sam: You’ll do great, Jon! But yeah, try not to throw up on her.
Tormund: Are you kidding? She’s a beautiful redhead. Of course Jon’s gonna throw up on her.
A heavy sigh escaped his lips before he could stop himself, eliciting a sharp glance from Melisandre, who had been busy typing into her phone up until then. Jon offered her a half smile, but she knew him well enough now to see right through that.
“Stick to the plan and we can avoid another Good Morning Britain debacle,” she said icily.
Jon winced at the reminder. It hadn’t been his crowning moment, especially since it happened only a month after he was announced as Winterfell’s newest and youngest captain. That and Tormund and the boys being photographed getting into a bar brawl was what forced the club owners to hire Melisandre in the first place. Winterfell was a great team full of great players with incredible work ethic, but off of the pitch, they were all a bit of a nightmare. Jon readily admitted that. It was probably the only reason he was agreeing to all of these dumb interviews.
A knock on the door signaled the five minute warning, and Melisandre immediately ushered him out into the corridor towards the edge of the set. Jon hadn’t managed to meet Sansa Stark yet on account of him running straight from training to this interview, but watching her now sitting there in her element, he really wished he had. It might have stilled the nervous butterflies fluttering in his stomach; or maybe it would’ve made it worse. Jon couldn’t be sure, but all he knew was this woman was far more beautiful than she appeared on screen and every time she smiled, Jon kind of wanted to drown in her deep winter blue eyes.
“But enough of that, let’s welcome our next guest! The infamous Jon Snow, captain of Winterfell Football Club!”
The crowd roared and Jon let loose another soft sigh before plastering on a bright smile and stepping out onto the set. The bright lights blinded him momentarily, their heat already beginning to make him sweat through his suit, but somehow Jon found his way to the sofa without incident. His smile however turned genuine as soon as his eyes caught hers.
“It’s so nice to meet you, Jon,” Sansa said as she stuck out her hand.
His heart lodged itself in his throat the second he grasped on, the contact sending a jolt up his spine so shocking he nearly let go altogether, but Jon caught himself just in time to smile wider. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”
She looked just as startled as he felt. “Yes, please. Have a seat.”
Jon nodded, settling himself onto the sofa in front of her. God, she was even more beautiful up close with her long copper hair, beguiling smile and that sinful body wrapped in a tight burgundy dress. If he didn’t visibly drool over her like some kind of pathetic ape, he’d call that a win.
“I have to be honest, Jon,” she began, making him instantly think about how much he loved hearing his name on her lips and shamefully regretting it a second later. “I don’t know a thing about football. I could ask you the generic questions I was given here on my card.” She raised her hand to show him. “But that’s just boring, isn’t it?”
The audience murmured in agreement and Jon could practically hear Melisandre screaming in the background somewhere about how unprofessional this was. Determined to keep Sansa from getting into trouble with her producers, Jon gave her his most charming grin. If he could be entertaining for one afternoon without causing some sort of PR disaster then no one could blame Sansa for deviating from the script.
“If we’re being honest then I have to say I’m getting real bored of the generic questions as well,” he said.
Sansa laughed, bright and clear. Surprise flashed in her eyes for a brief moment, as if she hadn’t meant to do that and it made him feel rather smug for being the cause. “What kind of questions should I be asking you then?” She arched her brow; it was a challenge.
“That’s not my job, Miss Stark,” Jon said, chuckling. “I kick a ball around for a living. Why don’t you surprise me?”
“Call me Sansa.” Her voice was quiet, almost as if they were in a private conversation and not sitting in front of a live audience, being televised to all of Scotland. She crossed her legs and Jon had to physically force himself to keep his eyes on her face, but when she leaned forward, elbows pressed onto her knees, he couldn’t help glancing down. At least he was right about his first assessment of her: she had the most sinful body of any woman he’d ever met. But now he probably looked like Scotland’s biggest creep. He hoped no one noticed that.
“I guess we can start with something easy,” she said, smiling. “Is it true you broke up with Ygritte Campbell over a text?”
“What?” He couldn’t help the laughter from bubbling up. “This is your ‘easy’ question?” Sansa shrugged, her smile turning wicked and mischievous. Jon shook his head. “I’m not looking forward to what your hard questions will be. But no. That’s not what happened.”
He might be imagining it but Sansa almost looked relieved at his answer. He probably was imagining it. Why would she be relieved?
“Would you care to elaborate then?”
“Ygritte and I were together a long time, but towards the end, we realised we were going weeks then months without really speaking. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. We’re both professional athletes and our schedules are hectic.” Jon shrugged a little. “But eventually, we realised we’d broken up without ever saying the words, so I did text her but to say that…” He paused, suddenly realising this wasn’t a private conversation. He glanced out towards the audience and laughed awkwardly. “Actually, I’ll keep that to myself. I think Ygritte might kill me if I told all of Scotland.”
Sansa chuckled and followed his gaze towards the hundred odd people sitting there watching them. “I think that’s the first time I forgot you guys were there. I’ve never seen the audience so quiet.” The audience laughed, and it was so clear they adored her.
“Maybe your easy question bored them,” Jon teased, unable to help himself. Sansa’s eyes snapped back to his; the mirth dancing in them made his heart constrict so painfully he wanted to cry out.
“Is that so?” Sansa grinned. “Okay, tough guy. You want a hard question?”
Jon crossed his arms over his chest, trying to look as at ease as he could despite the ramming of his heart against his ribcage. “Try me, Stark.”
“What really happened on Good Morning Britain?”
The audience ooh’ed loudly and Jon let out a bark of laughter. He had predicted she’d ask him that just as he could predict Melisandre’s likely breakdown right at this moment, but he only leaned back, keeping his eyes focused on Sansa. She returned his gaze with that wicked smile of hers and it made him want her all that much more.
“You really want to know?” Jon asked her, and she nodded in response. “It’s not that exciting of a story.”
“You’re deflecting, Snow,” she said. “Answer the question.”
He laughed again. “It really isn’t that exciting. They were hedging for gossip on Jeor Mormont as if the man hadn’t passed away a few months ago and I refused to be needled into saying anything. The man was a legend. Whether the accusations were true or not, it wasn’t anyone’s right to talk about it but the authorities.” Jon felt his body tense just thinking about it; he clenched and unclenched his fists. “And those accusations have all been proven false now anyway. Mormont lived and breathed Winterfell; he would never embezzle from the club.”
“My father knew Jeor Mormont,” Sansa said quietly, as she inched closer to him. “He was a great man. We never believed the accusations either.”
Jon looked up at that and the soft smile on her face soothed the tenseness from his shoulders. He wondered if it was possible to fall in love with someone in a manner of minutes.
“So is that why you –”
“No,” he said and then amended, “sort of. There’s no love lost between Alliser Thorne and I. The man fought me at every turn and hated that Mormont placed so much trust in me. When they brought Thorne on as a surprise guest, I had it. I knew what Thorne would say. I knew he’d defile Mormont’s name and so I told him to go screw himself and left.”
Sansa laughed and shook her head. “Honourable and brave. A far cry from the reckless caveman the media tries to paint you as, Jon Snow.”
He wanted to say something sarcastic and teasing, but he found himself blushing at her words. “No, anyone who knew Mormont would’ve done what I did.”
She abruptly gripped onto his hand, sending another jolt of electricity up his spine. “That’s not true. You put your reputation on the line. That’s brave. I don’t think I would’ve done the same.”
“You would’ve,” Jon replied earnestly.
“You’re a flatterer,” she mumbled, and turned away so she could face the camera. “We’re due for a break. Join us after for more candid talks with Winterfell’s Jon Snow, where he’ll be answering your questions. Tweet us with the hashtag ‘Ask Jon Snow.”
As soon as they cut for commercials, Jon felt the nervous tension swelling up again like it had done only moments before. Sansa appeared to feel the same if her shy smile was anything to go by.
“I’m sorry if the questions got a bit personal,” she said quietly. “I just…” Sansa glanced around them and seemingly satisfied that they weren’t the sole focus anymore, she moved to sit beside him on his side of the sofa. “The truth is I got into a fight with my prick of a producer. He wanted me to ask you all these questions and try to manipulate you in outing which of your teammates was involved in the bar brawl.” Sansa sighed. “So… I guess I just wanted to spite him.”
Jon chuckled, angling his body towards her. “My publicist warned me about your producer. Petyr, right? He sounds like a piece of work. You could be putting your job at risk doing this.” She shrugged, staring down at her hands. “And you said you couldn’t be as brave and honourable as you think I am,” he teased. “I think you’ve got plenty of both.”
Sansa looked up; her smile was so bright and so breathtaking he nearly leaned forward to kiss her right then and there. “Thank you. I – Oh, we’re back soon!” She jumped over to her side just as they counted the studio down.
“Welcome back! For those of you just tuning in, we’re here with Winterfell’s captain Jon Snow,” Sansa said and gestured towards him. “Over the break, you’ve been tweeting us some of your most pressing questions so without further ado, let’s get to it.”
They both turned towards the large screen behind them and waited for the first tweet to come in.
Dayna Birch @mizdayna Soooo… when exactly is Jon going to ask out Sansa? #askjonsnow #crazysexualtensionright
Sansa spluttered and Jon turned a bright red. He looked to her, but she was too busy glaring at someone else.
“Um… let’s move on, okay?” Sansa said with an awkward laugh. “Next question!”
Tom Woods @twoods27 Jon mate do u have a thing 4 redheads or something? #askjonsnow #firstygrittenowsansa
“Okay, who is in charge of this?” Sansa looked furious, and Jon would have to be lying if it didn’t turn him on a little to see her so fired up on his behalf.
“It’s okay,” he said, surprising both himself and her. “I can answer this.” If he was a more confident man, he’d wink, but Jon just rubbed the back of his neck and hoped he didn’t sound like a total idiot. “I have a thing for beautiful intelligent women and Ygritte and Sansa are both those things.”
Sansa’s cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “Um… thank you.” She averted her gaze and looked back at the screen. “Let’s have the next question.”
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Jon, if you don’t ask her out, me and the lads are going to kidnap Ghost and shave all his fur off. #askjonsnow
“That’s not even a question!” Sansa cried out.
Jon dropped his face into his hands and groaned. “I’m going to kill them. I really am.”
“One more question,” he heard her say. “And that’s it. We’re scrapping this segment forever.”
Reluctantly, he looked up and watched as the screen fade to black before another tweet popped up on screen. This one didn’t nearly make him want to fling himself off of a cliff as much as the others.
Anna Lee @leeanna
I love you two together so much. Can u please come back on the show, Jon? #askjonsnow #teamjonsa
“As long as Sansa will have me,” Jon answered immediately, turning to look at the host in question. Somehow the words felt more important than just simply asking to come back on the show and Sansa seemed to recognise that as well.
She smiled softly. “Any time you’re free.”
By the time the show wrapped up and Jon had psyched himself up enough to go wait in the corridor outside of Sansa’s dressing room, most of the crew had gone home. Apparently Sansa liked to stay late to review footage of the show. It had become tradition for her now and everyone knew not to bother her after, or so her personal assistant had told him, but Jon waited anyways. There was just something he had to do, and maybe blurting it out as soon as the door opened wasn’t his best move, but Jon didn’t have the most tact when it came to charming women.
“I’m free now.”
Sansa’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?”
“I’m…” Jon cleared his throat and chuckled. “I’m free now. And apparently if I don’t ask you out, they’re going to shave my very furry dog.”
Realisation dawned in her blue eyes and she smiled. “Well, we can’t have that.”
“No,” he agreed as he stepped closer. “Definitely not.” He could feel her breath on his lips and the sensation nearly drove him mad, but he kept himself contained long enough to ask. “So will you go out with me, Sansa Stark?”
“Only for your dog, Jon Snow.”
“Thank god,” he exhaled, and chuckling, he cradled her cheeks in between his hands and kissed her soundly on the lips. To his great pleasure, she reciprocated immediately, wrapping her own arms around his neck, and pressed her body up against his.
So maybe he did have a thing for redheads, but after that first kiss, Jon would bet that Sansa could dye her hair bright green and he’d still fall head over heels for her. It was simply a Sansa Stark thing.
Omg! I love this. I’m a smiling mess rn
Fic prompt: Sansa is drunk when Jon returns to winterfell. They discuss potential marriage alliances for each of them, Sansa with a little too much candor... Jon helps Sansa ready tor bed because she's too hammered.
Hi Anon! Thank you for the prompt and apologies for the delay. Real life is sometimes so annoying. Sooo… This sounds like a fun and what could probably be a delicious premise but the romantic in me told me other wise (also I blame the Spotify playlist I was listening to) so here’s the one I did instead.
Summary: From S7 but pre- Dragonstone. I had in mind a scene which explained the LF chokeslam, Jon’s emotions/reason behind that one bit which seems to be puzzling everyone (except Jonsa shippers.. we know why ahem). Hidden feelings, canon verse and slightly incesty. Ending bit inspired by Outlander.
Mood music: Photograph by Ed Sheeran & I Could Fall in Love by Selena
Rated GF - general fluff. Safe to read :)
I hope you like it and I’m so sorry if it wasn’t what you wanted. I’ll do better next time, promise! So many prompts to fill, so little time… *sighs*
Anyways, enjoy!
~ Mod Elle
I’ll Pray for You, Always
It was a knockthat broke the dam. Three gentle raps on the door that caught him unawares, of the torrential flood of thoughts and feelings that had led him up to this point. A point, if crossed, there was no return.
It had already been hours after dusk and several casks of ale between him and Davos that Jon decided it was perhaps better discussed with a clearer mind. The sudden interruption was welcomed indeed. Another soft knock caused Jon to let out a small smile when he recognised who it was.
“It’s late. Bestwe discuss this again tomorrow, Ser Davos. Get some rest.”
Davos nodded andgreeted Sansa as she entered the chambers. “Aye, it is. Till then, your Grace.My Lady.”
Sansa returnedhis greeting with a nod and turned her attention to Jon, albeit only brieflybefore her eyes caught sight of the large map laid on the study before her.
“Setting upfortresses and guard posts, facing the Wall. Hope to get around it soon,” Jonexplained as he watched her examine the various sigils placed on differentparts of the map. In time hopefully, before the dead come marching.
“For the WhiteWalkers?”
Jon sighed andhis hands sought for his goblet. “Aye. Sentry posts. No harm in guarding theNorth from everything else.“
“Are you goingto tell the Lords of your plans then?” Sansa asked as her thumbs ran along themap’s edges. It was an old parchment, a map from the library, one thatresembled another that Maester Luwin once owned as he told stories of the First Menwhen they were little.
“Soon enough.Still up?” Jon looked up at Sansa as he set his cup down. That was the last ofhis ale and Jon realised tonight was going to be another of him keeping watch.Sleep was but a memory.
Sansa sighed wistfully.The nightmares still haunt her and kept her away from her own bed. No. Nothers. Mother and Father’s bed.
“I find it hardto sleep sometimes. Being back here… In mother and father’s room. It’sdifferent, I suppose. Takes some getting used to.”
Jon nodded, he knew well what she meant. It was just the two of them now. And Winterfell Castle. The future of Winterfell and the North rested on both their weary shoulders. Itwas a burden, he could not deny; yet a gift of honour, to be the protector of the very home heknew and loved.
“Lord Manderlysent us a wagon of wine, this morning. From his own press, he said. I waswondering if the King in the North would like to try some,” Sansa held up acask and smiled.
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Arya and Jon go back to Winterfell after they kill Dany to find Gendry and Sansa waiting for them. Please and thank you!
hi this turned into a weird brotp fic really but also there’s romance. also ghost is here because i said so. enjoy!!
Winterfell was quieter with the war on someone else’s doorstep. Sansa wasn’t sure how to fill all her time as she sat with the silence around her. She could continue making plans for repairs, but with the fighting men gone there was little they could do with those left behind. And her eyes could look at embroidery and needlepoint for only so many hours a day.
It was sort of empty—Winterfell without her family. Sansa could walk, though, and a week or so after Jon and Arya had left she found herself doing so past the forge. Maybe it was a longing, a sort of half-thought to Arya that pulled her in. Perhaps a sort of loneliness, really.
He was bent over something small, working with a concentration that Sansa found admirable. When he looked up and spotted her, he quickly stood to his feet.
“Lady Sansa.” He shifted from foot to foot. “Was there something I could do for you?”
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