The truth of Jon’s birth has both given and stolen from him the greatest thing he has ever known. “Your Grace,” he says with a nod to Sansa, intending to allow her to dismiss him.
“No,” she says, louder and firmer than she has spoken thus far. Then, softly, “Please. I am not your queen in this moment.”
—
The end of the war means the end of them, and of the secret moments Jon and Sansa have stolen since reuniting.
i love him as much as queen naerys loved aemon the dragonknight
Rating: M
Status: Complete
Summary:
The outside world faded away as she ran her hands up his chest. They were only two bodies who had survived the worst the world could throw at them, hoping that in each other's arms they could be reminded of a time before everything hurt.
OR: Jon falls in love with his brother's queen.
A Bridge of Ice with an Abyss on Either Side
Rating: T
Status: Complete
Summary:
The irony that the two survivors were those he had been least close with as a child was not lost on Jon. Not that he wished them dead in place of Robb or Arya or Bran. He’d never wish that. Never. Only, if it were Arya the lords of the north had asked him to wed, he would have no trouble giving them a swift, harsh, and clear answer.
or When his lords ask the King in the North to marry Sansa Stark as a means of staving off civil war, only the lady herself can convince him the suggestion is a good one.
Sorrow And Fate
Rating: M
Status: WIP
Summary:
When Queen Cersei first sees Sansa Stark at Winterfell, she decides that this Northern beauty should never become queen. And if Death won’t take the girl then the young girl’s fate must be tied to the bastard boy that hides in the fiery circle of a dangerous secret.
Come to the godswood
Rating: M
Status: Complete
Summary:
When they were children, Sansa smiled and held her head high because that is what ladies do. Now, every look or gesture has a purpose. So when Jon sees the intensity of the face she wears, he expects her to march him off to an alcove or their solar to sing her song. Instead, she passes him a slip of parchment and disappears from the room without a word.
He unfolds the note and stares down at her familiar writing. Come to the godswood tonight, it reads.
your eternal lies
Rating: M
Status: WIP
Summary:
All it took to Sansa’s life to turn upside down was a single night.
And now, there she was, alone in a far away land with a Targaryen bastard growing in her belly. And they said Arya was the one who resembled their aunt the most.
What could never be
Rating: M
Status: Complete
Summary:
“Did you kill your father?” Jon asks.
For the briefest moment, something flashes to life in Alayne’s eyes, but then it is gone. “Did you kill your king?” she bites back.
A laugh bubbles up inside him, but he suppresses it.
—
Jon arrives in the Vale to treat with Petyr Baelish; instead, he finds himself looking into an eerily familiar pair of eyes.
Úlf-grár/Wolf-grey
Rating: M
Status: WIP
Summary:
A tear had slipped free from her eye, catching at the corner of her mouth; she dashed it away with her hand. Tentatively, he closed the distance between them, taking up that same hand in his. He stared down at it, pressing her slender fingers, her knuckles. He drew a long breath.
“Do you hate me for the kind of life I have given you?”
(Or, as the long winter reigns, an uneasy union between cousins must weather the snows and storms.)
mess is mine
Rating: M
Status: Complete
Summary:
Jon Snow marries his underage bride mainly to cuddle her. She is thirsty. He is also thirsty but has more self control.
A howl, a song on the wind
Rating: T
Status: Complete
Summary:
The wind beats against the tent. Sansa shudders, then begins to sing again, the words spilling out of her mouth and into the cold air of her and Brienne’s shelter.
As if answering her song, a wolf howl rises above the wind that blasts through the frozen hills and wraps around the tent like an icy blanket. A ghost wolf, heard but unseen, she thinks.
—
After Brienne frees her from the Vale, Sansa sets them on a course north to the Wall, to Jon Snow.
Glutton For Punishment
Rating: E
Status: Complete
Summary:
Sansa, glutton that she is, is eating lemon cream in bed and some gets on Jon’s abs. Naturally, Sansa has to lick it off.
Sweetheart, Are you tired?
Rating: T
Status: Complete
Summary:
"What was I doing?" He asks her once and she can't remember much besides him being scared as she lets him know. Her memories of those dreams are like holding water in the palm of her hands. Slowly, it drips and she forgets. But her hand is wet still. Most parts of it, she can remember. Like a curtain lifted upwards by a slow and steady hand ever since she first arrived at the wall.
There's magic in the walls, older, stronger, she was told once. It touches you and your blood.
It reaches out.
The Memory Of Her
Rating: G
Status: Complete
Summary:
The women's voices grew louder. It was a war cry yet strangely romantic. He imagined making love in a field somewhere in a distance. Close enough to the camp to hear the singing as he's kiss and play with his lover's hair while she sighed and smiled a secret smile.
My eyes were wide open
Rating: T
Status: Complete
Summary:
She hesitates, then reaches for his free hand, his other still tangled in Ghost’s fur. Their palms meet, hers warm against his chilly one, and the relief that rushes through him at her touch almost makes him close his eyes and forget the throbbing pain. “Do you remember what happened?”
All he recalls are knives in the dark and cold, bitter cold.
—
It is in dreams that Jon begins to remember who he is.
all of them are dead but me. she was alone in the world now. (sansa iv, asos) / i never wanted any harm to come to any of them, but it did. and now there's only me. (jon xi, asos)
even sansa, who never called him anything but "my half brother" since she was old enough to understand what bastard meant. (agot, jon iii)
he was only her half brother, but still . . . with robb and bran and rickon dead, jon snow was the only brother that remained to her. (affc, alayne ii)
there's a reason why Jon and Sansa never interact with one another in canon and when Winds of Winter come out this realization is going to hit the readers like a ton of bricks
