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Arya and Jon go back to Winterfell after they kill Dany to find Gendry and Sansa waiting for them. Please and thank you!
hi this turned into a weird brotp fic really but also there’s romance. also ghost is here because i said so. enjoy!!
Winterfell was quieter with the war on someone else’s doorstep. Sansa wasn’t sure how to fill all her time as she sat with the silence around her. She could continue making plans for repairs, but with the fighting men gone there was little they could do with those left behind. And her eyes could look at embroidery and needlepoint for only so many hours a day.
It was sort of empty—Winterfell without her family. Sansa could walk, though, and a week or so after Jon and Arya had left she found herself doing so past the forge. Maybe it was a longing, a sort of half-thought to Arya that pulled her in. Perhaps a sort of loneliness, really.
He was bent over something small, working with a concentration that Sansa found admirable. When he looked up and spotted her, he quickly stood to his feet.
“Lady Sansa.” He shifted from foot to foot. “Was there something I could do for you?”
Could you write a fix-fic for Jonsa in 8x04 please?
hi required listening when reading: everything all at once by syml. literally listen on repeat. this fic is an excuse to have them make out post feast you’ve been warned.
The mood had quickly shifted after seeing Sansa leave, and he couldn’t stand the thought that on the night they were supposed to be actually having fun somehow she wasn’t and probably by his hand. It felt like he was always messing things up these days despite trying with everything to do what was best for them.
She wasn’t in her room or their solar or any other spot he might find her. Defeated, and feeling a little sorry for himself honestly, he went back to his own chambers.
In the last spot he would have expected to find her, there she was. Sansa was sitting in the middle of his bed looking like something straight out of a dream. Maybe he was drunker than he thought.
jonsa + soul marks but in canon
takes place post 8x03. enjoyyyyyyy.
Sansa had never seen him shirtless, she realized.
Maybe when they were children on a particularly hot day, but that was the sort of thing she would have avoided back then when faced with the concept of impropriety. The boys being obnoxious and Arya running around in circles, and Sansa would have felt unbelievably out of place. No, she had never seen him shirtless.
Now she saw it all.
He was laid out on her bed because it would be harder for people to find him here, they wouldn’t think to search her chambers, and he was close to passing out. His breaths were still coming in quickly, uneven, despite the fact that it had to have been an hour or two since he had done any fighting. It was difficult to know time, and Sansa was as exhausted as he looked.
She wrung out the cloth in the basin, red and dark, and swept it over his stomach again. It was hard not to reach out with a finger and trail over the deep scars from where he had been betrayed once, but it wasn’t her place. It wasn’t the time, and she didn’t want to remind him of one tragedy after only just facing another.
“Would you turn over?” she asked, attempting to divert her eyes from his stomach as he opened his own. “I can just check to see if there are any cuts on your back to be mended, and then I promise it will all be done.”
loving you’s a bloodsport | rating: T | 18,959 words
It’s been almost a year since Syrio Forel was tragically murdered in the line of duty, and Arya hasn’t been able to forget it… or find another guard who she likes half as much. Then Gendry Waters comes along, and she thinks he might not actually be all that bad as far as bodyguards go.
