Jon x Sansa maybe in a lotr crossover? Or some othe crossover of your choice? 🐺
I’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve had this forever! And I just had time to do it. Thanks for the prompt!
“Why did you follow me?” Jon spoke to her in Sindarin, frustration evident in his tone after pulling her towards the path behind the trees away from his companions.
Sansa didn’t reply, just kept her gaze straight at him until her eyes saw the glint of silver hidden inside his tunic.
He followed her sight and immediately tightened his cloak to conceal it, despite the futility of it, choosing to continue glaring at her. “You may be immortal but you could still be captured,” he continued angrily. “Why aren’t you on the ship–” His eyes widened then when he realized just what she’s done.
Jon’s hands flew to her face then, his grey eyes pleading that this wasn’t real. But her blue eyes just looked back, steady and determined. Her skin was cool and soft beneath his fingers and forehead where he pressed, trying to suppress the agony he felt.
“Tell me this is a dream, tell me this is not real. You were meant to sail to the Night Lands. You were meant to be away where there is peace,” he shut his eyes. “Tell me you did not give up your immortality for me,” he whispered. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was already resigned to die for his cause and be at peace, knowing Sansa would be safe and forever untouched with pain.
He felt her hands then, cradling his wrists as she pulled back to meet him, a sad smile on her ethereal face.
“I’ve made my choice, my love,” she said softly and plainly, while a hand slid down to trace the evenstar jewel she gave him.
Jon felt like crying then, part in mourning, part in elation as his own hand covered hers against his chest. “Sansa, while I am happy to receive your love, I can not bear - I will not bear it if anything befell you. Your father showed me your fate.”
Sansa shook her head then and brushed her nose against his. “Ada, showed us only death.”
She gently took his hand and placed it on her belly. “I have seen life,” she gave him a hopeful smile.
Jon stared at her in shock as he realized what she was saying before breaking into a smile, grabbing both her hands and kissing her knuckles one by one. Both of them sharing a smile before suddenly his faded away.
Sansa caressed his cheek with her nose and squeezed her hands around his. “What’s wrong, my love?”
“Now, I cannot, under any circumstance, fail,” he looked at her with both worry and determination.
Sansa took her hands and cradled his face. “You will not. I saw it in a dream.”
He kissed her then, his arms bringing her to him tightly. Jon was terrified. Completely terrified. He knew the tale of a son of man falling in love with an elf. Beren and Luthien were their names and though their love withstood the test of time, it came with no less amount of sorrow, of trials, and of pain. He would rather kill himself than watch Sansa get hurt.
Although he wanted her, he wanted this, he wanted her alive more. Hence why he tried to leave her, persuade her to take her final journey.
But she chose him.
And he’d be damned if he would do something idiotic to make her regret her choice.
Sansa smiled at him, her blue eyes glowing. “Do you remember what I asked you that night we were reunited?”
He kissed her nose then and nuzzled her cheek. “I do.”
She kissed him once, and softly, looking directly into his eyes as they held their hands up together. “Where will you go?”
He tightened his hold on her hands and leaned closer. “Where will we go?”
