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[theshipshipper]

all eyes on us | part 39/?

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[winterwakesthewolf]

sooo i was scrolling through my docs and came across an almost finished wip of Wolves They Both Must Be part two that i wrote over a year and a half ago that i kinda sorta forgot about. i know i'm more active in my other fandom for the time being, but would anyone even be interested in reading a sequel to that one shot?

[damdamfino]

Chapter 6 of A Baleful Howl is now up!

JonxSansa Fanfiction

A Baleful Howl (32,055 words) by DamDamfino 

Chapters Posted: 6/32

Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Mature 

Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark 

Characters: Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Brienne of Tarth, Tormund Giantsbane, Davos Seaworth, Petyr Baelish

Additional Tags: Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Eventual Sexual Content, Slow Burn, Might as well have a 50ft fuse slow burn, Implied/Referenced Incest, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Creator Choose Not to Use Archive Warnings / Graphic Depictions of Violence 

Summary: 

Jon and Sansa are all that’s left of the Winterfell from their childhood. After winning their home back from the Boltons, they now have to trust each other and work together to overcome their pasts…and their future.

Sansa can’t sleep alone and Jon no longer dreams. Winter is here, and all they have is each other.

[Picks up right after BotB. Post Season 6 Divergent.]

This was their lot in life; death, tragedy and pain. They were the only ones left. She had been through this. Had been forced to stare upon her father’s head, to hear the cheers at her brother’s and mother’s death, to walk the ghostly halls of her home. She knew this song. She couldn't let Jon succumb to it. ------ She was fragile and he did not know what she needed. He was broken, too - and two broken pieces don't always fit together. She needed better than him.

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Direct Link to Chapter 6 : Enemies

This Chapter’s Song - [Black - Kari Kimmel] 

A/N: I’m baaaaaack. But I’m also avoiding logging into Tumblr right now to avoid spoiler comments on one of my side blogs. Sorry if I don’t respond to comments here - I’m not looking at my notifications!

I will be updating A Baleful Howl weekly for a few weeks, (either Friday afternoons or Saturday afternoons) so please keep an eye out for updates even if I don’t announce them here on Tumblr. 

[wandering-scavenger]

Chapter 7 Update

A Lady of Winterfell (Game of Thrones Regency AU)

Main pairing: Jon/Sansa

Side pairings: Arya/Gendry, Robb/Jeyne Westerling, Tormund/Brienne

Rating: E

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Ahhh I know I'm 5 years late, I hope I can make up for it!

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“I’m afraid that I haven’t the faintest clue when it comes to purchasing clothes for a lady, but I know how well you play the pianoforte. I had hoped that we might hear you play…or sing…I mean…only if it would please you to do so.” he sputtered out towards the end, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously; he did not seem to take notice of the way it crumpled his collar, concerned instead by her lack of a response.

Although his present was well intentioned and thoughtful, she could not help but wonder if he thought that she was still the same girl that thought life was a song. ‘Life is not a song’ she thought to herself, but she could not allow the reality of their circumstances cast a shadow on tonight. Tonight would be a respite from yesterday and tomorrow.

Sansa smiled and reached to straighten out his starched collar. By the time she had realised what she was doing, her fingers were pinched over the fabric and Jon looked as though he had been holding his breath. She retracted her hand instantly and breathed out, “There was a crumple.” He released his own breath and nodded, his hand reaching back to feel the collar, “Thank you.”

“I would be happy to play a few songs. It has been a long time since I have last sung…thank you, Jon. Truly.” she said, her eyes resting on his own. His lips twitched ever so slightly, not quite like the smiles that he gave Arya, but she knew that he was glad to hear her words of gratitude. Just as he moved to return to his place next to their sister, the sound of closing doors echoed through the halls, followed by Robb’s hurried footsteps back to where they waited.

“The New Year is upon us!” he exclaimed, his face alight with glee. He rushed to scoop Lady Jeyne into a tight embrace as the siblings all stood to greet one another. As the designated pianist and designated violinist, Sansa and Bran settled themselves by the pianoforte and began to play Old Lang Syne. Her siblings joined her as she sang, not quite as melodic or harmonized as one might prefer, but they were together and that was enough.

[a-baleful-howl]

A Baleful Howl Chapter 5 is now up!

A Baleful Howl by Damdamfino on AO3

Total Words: 28,563

Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV)

Relationship: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark

Additional Tags: Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Eventual Sexual Content, Slow Burn, Might as well have a 50ft fuse slow burn, cameo appearances - Freeform, Getting to know you, Implied/Referenced Incest, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Kind-of Slice of Life?

Summary: Sansa and Jon's victory for Winterfell brought with it the responsibility of The North and the survival of it's people. Now they are faced with the questions of who are their enemies, who are their allies, and whether two broken wolves can become a pack. Will they work together to overcome their personal demons and perhaps find solace in their pain or will revenge and duty jeopardize everything? [Picks up right after BotB.]

Direct Link to Chapter 5: Nightmares (a whopping 8,000+ words)

This Chapters Song

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Whats this? A single chapter update after 3 years? Yes. I am that bitch. No beta readers - we die like men.

I couldn’t get my chapter art to look how I wanted it in my head - so if any Jonsa artists out there are taking commissions right now, hit me up.

[thelegendofclarke]

Tipping the Velvet by @amymel86

Sansa flushed, not quite sure what Margaery had meant by that. Her attention was then taken by two gentlemen making their way through the crowd towards the punch bowl... “Who is that?” she almost whispered, feeling her satin gloved hand come up to lightly touch her collarbone.

“Some lucky fellow piqued your interest, darling?” Margaery smirked, taking back the offered glasses and peering through them. “The Targaryens?” She lowered the opera glasses and raised one perfect brow as she turned to face Sansa. “Good breeding, old name, if we set a contract with the eldest, Aegon, you’ll be rather comfortable. Unfortunately, I’ve no knowledge of the man himself or his appetites in the bedroom, so I’m unable to guide you there, my dear.”

“Which one is the eldest?” Sansa asked, her eyes trained on the dark-haired Targaryen.

“The one with the dashing silver hair.”

“Oh.”

Sansa felt Margaery’s eyes on her again. “You favour the spare over the heir? As a woman of business, I should advise you against it and turn you towards a more lucrative arrangement... but as a woman of pleasure, I say there’s nothing wrong with a bit of fun.”

A Jon/Sansa Victorian Era Au in which gentleman Jon gets dragged into a fancy social function and somehow manages to walk out as courtesan Sansa’s newest benefactor.

[angmarwitch]

tonbo (dragonfly)

Jon x Sansa Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer) AU

Summary: "In the end, she was a pillar..." 

A/N: First of all, happy, happy birthday to my dearest friend @fromtheboundlesssea​. I’m truly grateful to have you as a friend. Thank you so much for expanding the What If fics that I really want to write (but I can’t cause honestly, my writing sucks these days and I can’t simply finish a multi-chap fic) and for the times when I can’t check your work on time because I am always busy. Also, thank you for being there. <3 I know you’re unfamiliar with this anime but I hope you’ll still enjoy (even if the ending is a bit angsty). 

For the readers, this is probably the first jonsa fic I’ve written in months. I’m still feeling bummed about Season 8 and my disappointment is hindering me from writing. I’m really sorry. I don’t know if any of you are familiar with KNY but I tried to make it as understandable as possible. 

For the fans of the series, this is inspired by Giyuu and Shinobu (I love their relationship & dynamics). But be warned, this contains spoilers from the manga. 

Enjoy!

Warning: Angst, Character Death, Spoilers from the Manga

There was no rule, spoken or written, that prohibits them from falling in love. Some of the Pillars (basically generals) from the previous generations, even retire to settle down and start a family of their own, shedding off the burden of being in the front lines to protect the innocent people that the demons feasted upon. However, from all the tragedy that had befallen the Lady of the Dragonfly Estate, she had learned to bar her heart from ever feeling such kind of emotion.

Despite the joy and seemingly carefree facade she puts up each day, there was no trace of happiness in her heart. The moment that her sister, the last remnant of her biological family, died, all the joy that she once felt slowly dissipated, leaving her heart void of any emotions except for anger. And the giddy persona that she had put up was her mask, her way of keeping the fury at bay. Of course, she wasn’t entirely incapable of feeling other emotions, she can still sympathize with others and understand what they are going through, it’s just that she can’t simply grasp the idea of being happy and falling in love after all that she went through.

But, in the end, she realized that she was just human.

She was clueless as to how or when it happened. But it did.

Someone had managed to thaw the ice that had frozen Sansa Stark’s heart and weaved away inside.

“Oh, darling,” Margaery had crooned so sweetly when Sansa confessed the burden that had weighed her mind for a while now, “it is not wrong to love.”

Naturally, Margaery would be the only person who would comprehend Sansa’s predicament, she was the Love Pillar after all. But her being so perceptive about love was not why Sansa approached her in the first place. Their comrades will never get it, them being male, and she could not tell them lest the secret comes out. Jeyne, her chosen successor, was still too young to grasp the concept and she does want to bother the Master with such trivial matters. Margaery could keep a secret and she was the only thing close to a sister and a motherly figure to Sansa.

“But we are pillars…” in the end it’s either we survive or die.

Margaery’s gaze softened, her delicate hand reached out to Sansa’s own and squeezed it gently.

“All the more reasons why you should act on what you feel. Our lives are fleeting, and we never know when or where we will die. Do you truly want to accept death without ever knowing how it feels to love and to be loved?”

“I…” Sansa paused, unaware of how to respond. She had spent all her life fighting, finding a way to avenge the family and the sister she lost to the Night King and Littlefinger, and she had never once considered this possibility. Her eyes dropped down and the feeling of sadness assaulted her senses. She hated that she had become emotional because of love. But she can’t deny the fact that she was also craving for what it has to offer, both the bliss and pain. 

Nevertheless…

“Tell him, Sansa,” Margaery urged, “ Jon deserves to know that you return his affections.”

The packet looked innocent and harmless to humans but one dose was enough to incapacitate a demon, ten was required to kill one. A year’s supply, however, was what it takes to take down one of the Upper Generals of the White Walker demons.

“You don’t have to do this,” Lady Melisandre implored, “there are other ways in which you can defeat Littlefinger and they won’t cost you your life.”

Sansa eyed the vial warily before swallowing all of its contents. For humans, wisteria does not pose any dangers or risks, and the poisonous compound that she had just ingested was almost similar to eating a powdered sugar. It was sweet. So very sweet…

“I have made up my mind long ago,” Sansa responded indifferently. She knows her biggest foe by heart. Littlefinger had always been so obsessed to get her and being the only Pillar who can’t decapitate a demon, this was the only way she can defeat him. She had altered her own body and changed her physiology to contain a huge amount of wisteria. This was what she had worked all her life and nothing could ever change her mind.

The victory will be hers and the death of her family will finally be avenged.

“I understand,” Melisandre conceded giving her a look of understanding and pity. Sansa does not need it. Yes, all of them may have suffered under the hands of the Night King and his demons but they will never get what she had gone through. All those nightmares, the pain, and the suffering that plagued her for years.

She gave their new ally a bow before standing up to leave. She was about to reach the door when Melisandre spoke up again, this time with a question she was not expecting.

“And what about the Water Pillar? Is his love not a reason for you to live?”

The memory of the event that happened ten months prior to replayed in her mind. Two different scenarios with two different women she had come to admire.

Yet, in the end, the response is the same.

Slowly, Sansa lifted her head and when their eyes met, Margaery could see tears unshed.

*

From the window of his house, Jon could see the incoming crow and there was something about its approach that bothered the young pillar. He had been recovering from his injuries from the injuries he had sustained from his last mission when he sensed its approach. So despite his body’s protest for him to continue laying down, he went and opened a window to watch the bird enter his vicinity.

Dark wings, dark words, were the words his Master would always say whenever a crow is sent out. Their crow familiars had always been the harbinger of news, both the good and the bad.  

Today’s message was either summons from the new head of the Bloodravens, the family that leads their organization, or it may be news from the North about his comrades. He had not heard from them while he was recovering so he braced himself for the worst.

He waited for the crow to announce the news it brought as it flew in the sky, instead, the crow took a plunge towards him. Jon was taken aback with surprise and alarm. It was very unusual for their messengers to do that when delivering the word. When the crow finally reached him, Jon felt dread creep in his heart as he saw the parchment tied on one of its legs. It must be very serious that it needed to be written. With shaking hands, he removed it and slowly unfurled the paper to see its contents.

He immediately recognized Margaery’s flowery script.

She loved you, Jon. I’m sorry, it read. His eyes ran over the text several times, not fully discerning what it meant. His heartbeat increased tenfold the longer he stared at it.

I don’t understand.

“Dead,” the crow cawed suddenly, jolting him from his daze. There was something heart-wrenching about the way it spoke the words. It was then that he noticed the red ribbon with the dragonfly print strapped on its neck. His eyes widened and the parchment fell from his grasp when the realization had sunk in.

“No,” he gasped, fervently shaking his head as he backed away from the window. He covered his ears, refusing to hear any more of what the crow has to say.

No…

“Dead,” it cried again, ascending higher into the night sky, “Sansa Stark is dead.”

[jonsansadaily]

Sober (2569 words) by Sansa_Stark_Snow Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, Joffrey Baratheon/Sansa Stark Characters: Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Joffrey Baratheon, Margaery Tyrell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst, Mild Smut Summary:

Sansa's busy drowning her sorrows over her failed relationship until Jon Snow shows up and takes her mind off it.