#book verse

[mierstaer]

caspian the seafarer.

[sauronsbane]

"Lay close to me. I’d be dearly glad to see you have a sleep. I’d keep watch over you; and with my arm round you, no one could come pawing you without your Sam knowing it."

[jonsafics]

Dreams and lies

Rating:

Status: WIP

Summary:

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.

[afterthegreatunknown]

bertrand loathes the golden pedestal he was force onto.

the golden pedestal is a bright, obnoxious sign of poison that drives his associates away. if that doesn't, the flocking "prestige" superiors who are nearby finish off the job in its place.

bertrand is not referring to his regular associates. he doesn't mean the snicket siblings and the denouements. he doesn't mean olaf and esme and r and beatrice. he can't even include monty in this, because monty's giddy disposition and arguably nepotism has him being friends to nearly everyone in their generation.

no. bertrand is referring to his associates who came from families that are view as 'lesser'. the associates who were less than ideal, failing to meet the 'high standards' of the organization. the things some superiors [and chaperones; not theodora though] said about them to him as an neophyte and apprentice...

"tread lightly around the anwhistle boys, especially the younger two; so wild and reckless! unfortunately fitting to their family name!"

"best not let the sebalds bother you; they're too nouveau."

"it's not worth making small talk with miss josephine; she brings a different sort of trouble."

"don't let the calibans fill your head with nonsense, especially of their silly little old family carnival."

"whatever you're think about in regards to approaching the widdershins boy, don't. just don't."

"just because they're your associates, young bertrand, it doesn't mean you should spend your precious personal time with them. you have plenty of company -better company- i daresay, already."

his chaperones and superiors had all the power to make sure bertrand never spend much time with them. if by chance bertrand does get too, it's overseen to make sure nothing inappropriate goes on. when bertrand thinks he finds an opening, it's nip in the bud; bertrand has 'plans' with other associates and there's no need for another to join, or he is taken earlier due to unforeseen circumstances.

now graduated to being a proper volunteer, no chaperone and organization superior can get in his way again. he is free to do what he wants, and free to socialize with the people he wants.

currently, bertrand is at a picnic party at briny beach. a picnic party with overcast skies and a gentle breeze; bertrand's favorite outing weather. kit told him of it, who were the guests (many of his irregular associates + monty), and that they needed to get a move on.

bertrand didn't think kit had a plus-one invite, but he gladly accepted the situation granted to him. he thought lady luck was on his side. the party was going to set things right. when kit announced their arrival in a voice and tone that bertrand never heard before, everyone cheered. hector jokingly (jokingly?) shouted at her, "finally! we were beginning to make bets on your arrival time!"

n caliban then beckons them. what n said, it struck bertrand to the core: "come on down, golden boy!"

the hope and joy bertrand had was replace with fear and dread. the golden pedestal the organization force him to stand on had activated. the poison is doing its job, but it didn't target his associates.

bertrand felt fear as gustav recorded with his video camera, while sally snapped photos with her polaroid; both even let bertrand do some recording and snapping with them supervising. bertrand felt the dread as miranda and olivia and josephine asked him questions of his opinions regarding astrology, amusement parks, and of hamster balls. bertrand felt the urge to make an excuse to leave after dodging monty and ike and hector's playful throwing of water balloons to everyone.

as bertrand sits on the checkered blanket, he knows now that he can leave without notice. he watches kit talking to widdershins, as they draw in the sand with sticks they found; it looks a bit like a whale shark. seeing kit with them, not quite smiling and laughing like she does with their regular associates but still all naturally and genuine...

he could do it. he could take the next trolley out. bertrand turns his head, and sees the wooden stairs, leading upward and out of briny beach.

he could do it.

but he can't.

he won't.

if he did, he would be proving them right. that everyone here -all kind and pleasant and doing their best to make him comfortable as irregular associates can be with one another- is lesser than him. that they are less than ideal volunteers. the volunteers who fail to meet the 'high standards' of the volunteer fire department.

"oy! bertrand!"

bertrand snaps out of his thoughts. he turns his attention to kit, waving him down. widdershins is still drawing in the sand, with gregor 'supervising' the sand artwork. it pains bertrand to stand up from his admittedly comfortable spot, but he does so.

bertrand loathes the golden pedestal he was force onto.

but bertrand sure as hell is going to completely step off it, and smash it into smithereens.

[expertfool]

That Shizuo rejecting Izaya’s friendship in high school eventually leads to Izaya’s elaborate plan to force Shizuo to assist in Izaya’s suicide. Izaya always gaf

[esther-dot]

Unfortunately, Rhaegar lives.

Worse, he decides his odds of successfully fathering the prophecy child go up the more sons he has.

Insult to injury, he’s summoned the Starks to a grand tourney because he wants Sansa to marry one of them.

Which? Doesn’t matter to him. Her choice between his adored Aegon or his brooding Jon. If she wants to wait and see how the younger ones turn out he isn’t opposed. All that matters is a Stark and Targaryen union, which prince she chooses isn’t important, there’s an abundance.

One might even say, there’s an infestation of princes.

(A phrase from The Hedge Knight which simply begged to be used for some Jonsa silliness!)

[aelphabaofthewest]

Gelphie Big Bang Entry!

I had the lovely privilege of working with @meerawrites (enbylestat) on a collaboration this event.

This art is for their fic A Comet Pulled From Orbit

Please go read their fic here!