Can we all share our 10-15 favorite Jonsa fanfics for our fellow fandom members to have something awesome to read during this quarantine? ...I’m putting mine together tonight/tomorrow.

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Can we all share our 10-15 favorite Jonsa fanfics for our fellow fandom members to have something awesome to read during this quarantine? ...I’m putting mine together tonight/tomorrow.
Breaking out my *MAD* Editing Skills (can be taken either way 😉) to wish my Jonsa fam a Happy Easter 💋
I just want to say this
J@nerys can’t be endgame when George RR Martin was considering having a Jon/Arya love story, like if Jon and Danielle were going to have this epic love story and be the Ice and Fire ( someone with half a brain knows Jon is already Ice and fire all by himself, but we’ll leave that shit for another post) why was he planning on the Jon/Arya epic love story then??¿?¿ It just doesn’t make sense to me, I think he clearly switched the Jon/Arya to Jon/Sansa, and I’m sticking to that endgame
As Long as We Have Each Other
Part II of the Jonsa Bonnie and Clyde drabble I posted that you can find here
This is EXPLICIT. Also, mentions of violence and death.
They’d barely made it in the room Jon had gotten them for the night before he had Sansa up against the door with her skirt pushed up and her panties and panyhose torn. He made quick work of his dress pants and boxers and then took her in one swift stroke. He pumped inside her fast and hard, his hot breath on her face, her legs up around his waist.
She was screaming for him in no time flat.
“That’s it, doll, squeeze me,” he panted, sweat on his brow. “Scream, baby, scream!”
She couldn’t stop. It was almost reminiscent of the screams from hours earlier…
Jon roared through his release and held himself inside her. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “You’ve got the tightest cunt I’ve ever been in.”
“I Swear It” - Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, their background stories or the world in which they live. That belongs to George RR Martin, HBO and all other affiliates. I do not claim any of those as my own creations. This is simply a work of imagination. Furthermore, all characters in the story are consenting adults (at least 18 years of age).
Rating: Mature Characters: Jon Snow, Sansa Stark Fandom: Game of Thrones, ASOIAF Relationship: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark
Summary: A collection of drabbles and oneshots - missing scenes - with Jon and Sansa. They will range from 6x04 to the present season, and may be out of order from time to time as I will write one when a prompt is submitted for it or when an idea strikes. Hope you don't mind that! xxoo
*Below is a "missing scene" between Jon x Sansa set in episode 6x04.
Mentions of Ramsay being "a monster” and the fact that Sansa has “injuries.” No graphic details. Just that.*
Also posted at AO3.
Chapter 1 - 6x04 “Missing Scene” #1
He shows her to the Lord Commander’s chambers quickly following their reunion in the courtyard, his brow furrowing in concern as he feels her lean heavily against him, her limbs trembling as they move slowly up the stairs and toward the door. He has no idea what has caused her to flee for The Wall, but he’s positive that it is something that will not be pleasing to learn of.
Her lady knight - Brienne of Tarth, as she’d been introduced to him - follows them quickly to the chambers, concern painting her face as well, and Jon knows that something is not right.
“Lady Sansa,” the knight says, stepping forward, quite obviously ready to shove Jon from the room if she is commanded to do so. “We must get you warm… and dry. Your,” she pauses, her eyes moving to Jon and back again. “Your injuries need to be properly assessed now that we’ve arrived safely.”
Jon’s eyes widen, his gaze quickly roams over Sansa’s face, taking in her immediate blush and the way that she makes a point of looking everywhere but into his eyes.
“I’ll be fine, Brienne,” Sansa replies, a tone of finality taking over. She pushes herself out of Jon’s protective hold and she smiles reassuringly at them both. It’s as though a mask has been slipped over her face. “I only need to spend some time in front of a fire.” She glances down at herself, a look of disgust crossing her features before she covers it up once again. “And perhaps a bath. Go have a rest, Brienne. I’ll be safe here.”
Brienne looks nearly ready to argue, a war waging behind her eyes and that makes Jon tempted to ask her to stay. Duty wins her inner battle, however, and the knight nods before disappearing through the door once again.
Jon brings his hesitant gaze back to Sansa as soon as they’re alone again, and swallows hard against the lump of dread forming in his throat. “Injuries,” he inquires quietly.
Sitting herself slowly into a chair in front of the fire in his chambers, Sansa tries in vain to reassure him with a grin. “She’s unnecessarily worried, Jon. My ankle is a bit swollen from my… escape.” She lifts the bottom of her skirts slightly, showing him her ankle which is more than a bit swollen, and quite bruised as well. Jon’s brow furrows, and he crouches down beside her to look at it. “Theon and I jumped from the battlements at Winterfell, you see, and I twisted it when I landed. I’ll be fine.”
“This is not fine, Sansa,” he says, gently guiding her ankle to bend and move in his hands. He shoots her an apologetic glance when he hears her sharp intake of breath, but continues to try to work out the stiffness he feels in the joint there. “There is no maester here any longer. Sam Tarly -- my br-friend -- has traveled to the Citadel for study to become the next. It looks very badly sprained.” He pauses, his eyes traveling up to her face again. “You jumped from the battlements? You are lucky to have survived a fall that high.”
Sansa nods, looking away from him and into the fire. “I had to, Jon,” she bites back, her tone turning cold and forceful. “Ramsay… he’s a monster.”
“Ramsay...Snow?” Jon’s confusion is evident.
“Bolton,” she corrects with disgust. “His father legitimized him.” Sansa pauses, a thoughtful expression taking over her face. As though she is trying to read Jon, make sure of his loyalty. He must pass the test after a moment because she eventually decides to elaborate. “Littlefinger, after he helped me escape Kings Landing and then took me to my Aunt in the Vale… he brought me to them - the Boltons. He made some sort of deal with them - sold me to them, forced me into a marriage with Ramsay… for an heir and an alliance between our families. For power.” She swallows hard, shakes her head as if to rid herself of awful memories. “Ramsay is a monster, Jon.”
Jon licks his lips, his hands on her ankle stilling for a moment. He consciously tries to keep his eyes upon her face, not wanting to upset her further by allowing them to roam. Though he wants so terribly to search her for more injuries. He now knows that there are more - has a feeling there are many more.
He has no idea what to say to make this better. No idea what he is supposed to do next in a scenario such as this. Jon’s mind quickly goes back to Sam, and to Gilly. To the way she’d suffered at her own father’s hands; to the way Sam adamantly took care of her, knew exactly what to do to help her. Oh, how he wishes Sam were here now. He would know exactly what Jon should do to make this better for Sansa. Because as far as Jon can see, all that seems right is to march south and kill both Ramsay Bolton and Baelish with his own two hands.
“So there is more than the ankle, then. He hurt you,” is the first thing to come flying from his mouth and his face conveys how stupid he feels in asking.
Sansa’s lips tick up at the corners, a sad smile of sorts showing itself. “Yes,” she whispers, eyes shimmering with tears. “I cannot go back to him, Jon.”
“You won’t,” he says fiercely, his hand reaching for her own, taking hold of it. He means it. He has spent so many years praying to gods he has no faith in for the safety of the family he’d left behind. He lived and died believing them all either dead or close to death. Raised from the dead not a full two days before Sansa comes to him in this way, Jon cannot help the thought that perhaps she is the reason for it. She is why the god of light that the Red Woman is always going on about saw fit to return him to the state of living. She is quite literally the answer to his prayers. He resolves himself then, to learn from Sam in this instance. He will see to it that Sansa is safe and taken care of. He will adamantly stand beside her no matter the cost. “I’ll protect you, Sansa. I swear it.”
+ finally another jonsa video! and with new scenes! + i've had this idea for a while and i am in love with this song! but my hard drive broke and so i've bee...
Innocent Jonsa (Sansa loves Jon growing pains) video. The song almost sounds like a Disney version of their love 🙃