#jonsansa

[deaddoveangel]

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The night was dark, the only light coming from the full moon overhead. Jon watched from the deck, his eyes searching as far north as he could, struggling to separate the sea from the dark night sky.

He was now captain of their ship, following in his late father’s footsteps. Around him, he could hear his crew bustling about — men already drunk, slurring their words as they stumbled across the deck.

He was seconds from giving up when a shimmer of red caught his eye. His heart raced, his breath catching in his throat as he stepped forward, gripping the ship’s railing as he focused on the waves below.

His mind buzzed as he pleaded silently for it to be her. It had been months since he’d last seen her, and he was desperate to hear her sweet voice sing again.

She was beautiful — the lady of the sea. No one believed him when he returned home and spoke of her. Not Theon, not Robb, not even little Rickon, who was still young enough to believe in fairytales.

But Jon wasn’t mad. He had seen her. He'd touched her, kissed her, held her long enough to know she was real. Sansa was her name. She was a mermaid. And Jon would marry her one day, no matter what sacrifices he would have to make.

[genetic-hellhound]

okok but jonsa with mermaid Sansa and pirate Jon??? Plsssss

Mermaid Sansa ignore that is more siren than mermaid, thank you and Pirate Jon 🖤✨

[lovesickrot]

WIP THURSDAY 🌼🦋✨

I just wanted a reason to post lol 💛 this is a snippet from my new jonsa omegaverse fic im working on :3

As if she didn’t already know why they were rushing. Every whispered conversation ended the same way. Her first heat was approaching, and no one seemed to think she could survive it without an alpha husband waiting beside her. Her father worried himself sick over who he would give her to. Even Robb looked troubled whenever the subject arose.

The Godswood was quiet tonight, but Sansa was grateful for it. Her body buzzed as the evening's conversation continued to echo in her mind. Talk of marrying her off to Joffrey Baratheon, the King's eldest son, was enough to stir up anger that was very unladylike. She felt a bit embarrassed as she paced near the heart tree that usually brought her comfort and peace.

"Joffrey Baratheon," Sansa laughed, though there was no real humor in it. "Father is mad! No way will I marry that... that idiot of a boy."

Her furs dragged through the snow as she paced, gathering white along their hems. It was freezing out, but the anger only seemed to grow the longer she rambled to herself. Her body felt almost feverish. Hotter than she had ever felt before.

Whether it was her approaching heat closing in like a ticking clock or simply the fact she was upset, Sansa couldn't be sure.

"To think I shall spend the rest of my life in King's Landing with Joffrey. That I would be happy as his wife, as the mother of his children." She let out a sharp laugh. "He's cruel. Everyone knows it to be true. He delights in hurting people."

NPT: I don't have many mutuals unfortunately but @honestlydarkprincess @saturnoringz

[honestlydarkprincess]

WIP Friday!

tagged by my wife @6lytherinn <3

have some of my vampire!jon/human!sansa fic<3 they are not related in this one, just childhood besties and it's a modern/vampire au

Sansa huffed loudly. “Jon! Open the fucking door!”

Finally she got what she wanted, the door swung open and Jon stood there scowling. “Fuck, Sansa. The entire building and the gods can hear you.”

“Well then you should have opened the door sooner,” Sansa replied, pointing her nose in the air. “You’ve been ignoring me.”

Jon sighed. “I’m sorry, little red. It’s been a long weekend.”

“So long that you couldn’t simply text that you were busy?” Sansa asked, raising a brow and crossing her arms, hoping that the way her heart skipped a beat when he called her little red wasn’t obvious. It was a nickname he’d given her when they were kids because of her hair and it made her feel precious. She loved it a little too much.

Jon brought his hand up to his jaw, scrubbing it through his short beard and making a flash of lust go through her, just like it always did when she focused on his scruff. She desperately wanted to know what it would feel like scraping the inside of her thighs. Sansa forced herself back to the present, ignoring the flutter in her belly at her thoughts. She didn’t have time for that right now, she could fantasize later. Right now she needed to get to the bottom of whatever was going on with Jon.

“It slipped my mind,” Jon murmured, averting his eyes when Sansa looked at him head on.

“It slipped your mind?” Sansa repeated, irritated. However she couldn’t help but notice how pale Jon was, how dark his eyes were. He looked…he looked hungry.

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[tartheanmaid]

i feel like there should be a sub-subfandom that is literally just me and maybe two other people for those who ship sansa with every single woman in asoiaf thats age appropriate and then jon. it’ll be like that one audio, “we’ve all seen the pictures, she looks absolutely beautiful… and then he’s there.”

[rebirthleitmotif]

JONSA QUESTIONNAIRE

Hey! I made a questionnaire because I wanted to figure out which jonsa theories are the most popular in the fandom, and if there were some other interesting niche theories floating about

If you’re a Jonsa pls pls consider filling out the google form in the link below. I’m planning on putting together some graphs with the data and I’ll publish those as well. I’d really appreciate it if you could also reblog this post so that it can reach as many Jonsas as possible

FORM HERE:

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Huge thank you to @starkmaiden and @branwendaughterofllyr for testing this out and giving me feedback and suggestions xx 

[glorianas]

now she’s old grown up and ruling scotland :,)

[brother-skywalker-blog]

Based on the first three episodes of season eight, I sadly no longer believe Jon/Sansa is going to be endgame for Game of Thrones, even though they totally set us up for it in season six. I’m not sure I think Sansa/Tyrion will, either, because I think while they like each other they’re not in love and both of them deserve someone they’re wildly in love with... but I wouldn’t be sad if that’s how it played out.

But I will forever be sad that Jon/Sansa doesn’t happen, because the set up for it was so beautiful, subtle and well done, and I genuinely think they’d be so good for each other.