#jonsa actually

[prettyish]

Any Sansa fans willing to beta a Sansa-centric fic? The premise is obviously a reach but fun. It’s pairings TBD but has strong familial relationships. I’d love another Sansa stan to help me out if you’re willing! I could use a cheerleader if you’re not up to betaing, too.

[norrlands-nonsense]

Two more for my favourite “Of Ribbons and Barbarians” by dear SainTalia

Bigger Jon Bigger Sansa Chapter 4 is coming soon, and it is getting... VERR exciting! *shrieks*

[theoversky]

Can we talk about Jon Snow completely changing his mind when Tyrion mentioned Sansa’s name?

Or will we just ignore the fact he killed the woman he was supposed in love and fated his destiny alone excluded at Black Castle? Arya’s name was barely mentioned...

[motherofstarklings]

Sansa is Jon’s #1 priority?

So I just realized, after reading a shit lot of fic where Jon claims Sansa brought him purpose in his second life, that the show has sort of repeatedly confirmed it to be true? Going back to season 6- after Jon is brought back, he’s done fighting, his watch is over, he wants to leave. He doesn’t know where he’ll go, but he knows he can’t stay at Castle Black anymore. Adding a friendly reminder here that Jon at this point in time has seen and fought the Night’s King, and is indeed aware of what is to come. He still doesn’t care, not enough to stay and fight.

Enter Sansa, who tells him she will win WF back with or without him, and he reluctantly agrees to fight [because where will we go, they are a pack now]. Jon, who was done fighting, almost dies again but defeats the Boltons, retakes Winterfell, and immediately focuses all his attention on fighting the WW. This is the part that feels the most significant to me, because people seem to think that Jon is fighting for the North and its people, and while a part of him is, that’s not what motivates him, or compels him to fight? Compare to Tyrion winning the battle of Blackwater, and how the people of KL rewarded him for it. Jon might have felt a similar sense of betrayal? He had seen it all before he died, but waking up he didn’t want anything to do with it, didn’t make him feel the need to protect anyone. And what made him care? We know it to be Sansa. Because why else is defeating the WW the highest on his list of priorities right now, when he was so willing to leave and be done with it all? Why take another fight upon himself, one that not many people would even take seriously at the moment? The only thing that changed in the equation is Sansa. Since Sansa came back into his life, it’s been where will we go. How will we survive. It’s about her. I find this interesting because Sansa keeps repeating that no one can protect her but Jon has literally made it the purpose of his life to do so. 

When Davos mentions a potential romance with Dany, Jon says there’s no time for that, because he’s seen the Night’s King [can we take a minute to appreciate how consistent the boy is in bringing up the dead? The Night’s King and Sansa is pretty much what all of Jon’s conversations revolve around these days]. But later on in the same episode Jon lets Theon go, telling him Sansa is the only reason he’s not killing him. 

The only reason? I mean Theon, for better or for worse, is Dany’s only ally right now. If Jon killed him he might not get his dragon glass, he might even make an enemy out of Dany. But he’s not thinking about that at all is he? In that moment, he’s not thinking about the war or the WW. He very conveniently pushes that down his list of priorities because he’s thinking about Sansa, who ultimately is his only reason to fight right now (especially since he doesn't know about Arya or Bran). Even if Jon ends up bending the knee (which, sorry to say, I’m fairly certain he will), ultimately it will all be about Sansa won’t it, like everything has been so far? If he thinks bending the knee will get him to defeat the WW, he will do it, because defeating the Night’s King is the only way he can ensure a world where Sansa Stark is alive and protected. Sansa is undoubtedly the most important person in Jon’s life right now, the highest in his list of priorities, and the thought that someone is finally thinking of Sansa makes me really, really happy. 

[it-was-so-human]

I long to be near you

Loving him was easy. Loving his father, however, was unbearable.

Inspired by bad fake leaks and my lack of self-control.

After he joined the Night’s Watch, Sansa never imagined she would see Jon Snow hold a babe of his own.

(But she has witnessed many things since then that she never expected to see.) 

A little boy born in the North, his Dragon Queen mother dying while giving birth to him.

“Robb Snow.” Jon’s voice hitched as he croaked out his son’s last name.

War and distance and time kept him from marriage and it is not something he will ever seemingly forgive himself.

She had calmly suggested the new Baratheon King could legitimize his nephew—give him the Targaryen name—but was met with a firm refusal. There was still much unrest, and Jon had no desire for politicking and future precarious claims to any throne.

His son was safer a Snow.

He finally, reluctantly, painfully, handed the fur-bundled babe to her.

Stroking his sons wrinkled brow for a last time, he murmured that there was work to do, but he would be back soon.

There was still work to do in the world of the living, but Sansa didn't say that aloud. Let Jon escape his horrors by venturing again behind what remained of the wall.

And in doing so, leave the bundled would-be but never-to-be princeling in her arms.   Sansa Stark, the Lady of Winterfell and Warden of the North, stood carrying his child in her arms as he rode away—stopping only to turn and offer a small farewell wave.

Once before he left her with his direwolf and temperamental lords, then again with diminished grain supplies and injured soldier, and now with heartache and another's child. Jon Snow has always left her.

That he would let Catelyn Starks' daughter care for a child not her own...

...to raise a bastard child... one resulting in a betrayal of sorts... 

...the irony of it certainly did not escape Sansa.

It should mean something that he trusts her with something so precious, so she swallows past the hurt.

She shifts the babe in her arms, surprised how right the warm weight felt against her.

Jon can leave, they all leave after all.

But she's the Stark in Winterfell now.

- - -

It was not fair.

What a terrible way for a story to go. Surviving so much cruelty in the world, amassing great armies and fighting great wars, only to die giving birth to her child.  

It was not right, it was not fair. It was like a bad tale written by men who did not want women to fly too far.

The woman should have been able to see her son. Smell his baby smell and hold him close to her breast.  

She did not even get a chance to give him a Targaryen name, instead her son bore the name of the man that usurped her family. (But also the name of a brother that was loved and did love dearly.)

At least little Robb was conceived of two parents in love. Jon loved the Queen, this Sansa knew. He adored her at times and hated her at others, growing frustrated as the war went on yet he always had a passionate longing for her. As a child, Jon dreamed of honor and duty and Sansa was the one who grew up dreaming of love. 

Yet the gods didn't listen. (Sansa Stark ended up being the one very good at duty.) 

She could envy Jon that love he was able to have.

She's never felt warmth with another, let alone any heat of passion.

Instead, if she is lucky, she may live as the spinster Lady of Winterfell raising his love child.

Sansa doesn't have the respectable battle scars of war, the marks that decry bravery and strength. 

She has the scars of a young girl all alone in the world. No valiant stories here, just quiet survival.

She tries with what she has, managing the diplomacy of ruling the north. But she was no fighter, no conqueror.

Maybe if she was fiercer he would respect her. Think if her as the true Warden of the North and not just some nursemaid, not worth more than to leave his bastard with her and just--

No. No. No.

Jon would never willingly leave his son. This much she knew.

She shook her head, from bitter unnecessary thoughts—looking down to observe the child in her arms.

What a pretty babe he was, with a perfect little baby nose, pink bowed lips, and a mop of dark ringlets.

And dark violet eyes—almost black but in the firelight their true hue was undeniable

Baby Robb blinked up at her with those strangely familiar eyes, releasing a heart melting soft baby coo.

(She would never again call her perfect little nephew a bastard.)

- - -

She might never have children of her own. There was no man she wanted to make her Lord Husband, no need of a courtly knight to protect her.

No desire, not yet. If she could rule without one, she would. She was the lone Stark in Winterfell. Her brothers gone, her sister married and gone South. Her... Jon mourning in the North.

He didn't keep his promise to watch over her for long after all. 

Jon can't watch over anyone now. But Sansa can. And she does. She watches over Winterfell and the concerns of the northern lords and the rebuilding of the villages. And she watches over a beautiful babe who gives her a gummy smiles. Sansa may never marry, never see realized dreams she had as a child.   But what's to say there could not be love. - - -

Robb was sick. Coughs rattling his tiny body and sending pangs of fear through her. All night long she sat by his bed, pushing back his curls and panicking every time at the feel of burning skin.

Children got sick, she knew this—the maester reminded her of this—but he was so small and so very warm.

In the morning, his fever broke and she released a choked laugh as he gave her his sweet smile.

For the next week, she carried the child around with her, only relenting him to his nurse in order to feed.

The tot calmly played in her lap while Sansa went over letters and ledgers and listened to her advisors.  

If anyone found it unbecoming of the Lady of Winterfell carrying the babe around the castle, no one said anything. They only smiled fondly at two of them. - - -

“Ma - ma” Robb called to her at night. He must have picked up the sounds from his nursemaid’s children.

She sits by his bed, fighting an urge to weep.  

“I'm not your mother, my sweet boy. Your mother was...” She swallows back ill feelings; it hardly matters now.

So she whispers to him a fairytale of a beautiful young girl, with long flowing golden hair and a strong will, who had three powerful dragons.

Your mama might not be with you, but I'll love you enough for her.   - - -

Jon came back for a visit early. Could not stay away from his boy. His eyes—it was always his overly expressive eyes—held his pain when he said goodbye again. He grasped her hands tightly, pressing a kiss to them. "Thank you, Sansa" - - -

Months later, Sansa knew what would happen next. What would have to happen next.

Jon returned again, his son sleepily rested on his lap but his chubby hands still reached for Sansa.

Jon had come to tell her he’s taking Robb away. Going South for good now. Taking his son with him.

The anger and bile and sorrow rose in Sansa like storm waves. He's my son. Mine.

She might never have another but even if she had ten more—Robb was hers. He had left the boy in her arms to care for and love and he would just take him away?

Sansa will live to regret this, but at least she'll live.

(She can't be expected to do so without her son.)

((How many things will be taken from her? How long her sentence for girlhood frivolousness?))

Jon Snow did not love Sansa like he once loved his Targaryen queen.

But he could marry her.

- - -

Part 1 of 2 

Also on AO3

[motherofstarklings]

Jon: *threatens every man who has ever been near Sansa, doesn't kill Theon because of what he did for Sansa, gets very angsty when Sansa's name is mentioned.

Dadvos: so I've noticed you stare at Dany's boobs.

[motherofstarklings]

Bodyguard au

I need someone to please write a fic where Jon is Sansa’s bodyguard? A broody ex-soldier with a man bun whose literal job is to punch people if they get too close to her. Sansa loves it; she deliberately lets Littlefinger slither towards her only for Jon to choke him for daring to come near her. He ends up in all the selfies people take with Sansa cause he’s always that close. People have totally noticed, there’s Buzzfeed posts about Sansa Stark’s hot bodyguard and blogs on tumblr where people have begun shipping Jonsa. Robb and Arya ship it; they send fake threats to get Jon all worked up and then lock them in a room because the sexual tension is unbearable. When asked what Sansa thinks of the whole ‘people shipping her with her bodyguard’ bit, she declares “well he doesn’t let anyone else come close so...”.