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Baratheon, Bolton and Baelish are dead
QUEEN SAN-SA STARK
The wine is all drunk and the dogs are all fed
QUEEN SAN-SA STARK
Petyr Baelish’s lies were exposed in the end
QUEEN SAN-SA STARK
♔ ship aesthetic ➜ bodyguard + princess
AliceInNeverNeverLand 😘 ❤️
lay me gently in the cold dark earth (i’ll crawl home to her) | Jon returns home from the war. Sansa knows that the things he has seen in the war has broken him. She remembers how he helped her retake their childhood home and he swore to protect her. He had given her a foundation to rebuild and fortify herself and she swore to herself that she would do the same for him.
Sansa begins to draw Jon out of his isolated shell and begins to give him a new purpose. They throw everything into rebuilding Winterfell and begin to rebuild from their past traumas. Each day the grow closer to each other and struggle to deny the pull that is occurring between them.
(Basically a slow burn fic that addresses their traumas and lets our sweet little lambs have actual happiness)
@jonxsansafanfiction remix day 3: literary couples (for @sardoniyx)
Emma x Mr Knightley
The dread of being awakened from the happiest dream, was perhaps the most prominent feeling.
“I cannot make speeches, Sansa,” he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am.”
AU: gender bent Sauron
5x04 // 6x10 cc @aryasmeatpies
Here it is folks, the meta that no one wants and no one asked for. This sort of spoils my last post for the jonxsansaremix but it’s is Hades and Persephone. I tried to explain why I picked them in the tags of the post, like I did with all the other days but I literally couldn’t even fit half of it in so instead it’s going to become a massive ass essay and then the actual post will come like two weeks later. This is basically just my mythology and literary analysis loving ass analyzing the similarities between the two… and being somewhat self indulgent. Is it well cited? No, because I’m not a historian and I don’t have a degree in classical studies, and it’s actually really hard to find any sources on this story because there’s like a million different versions, but I tried my best.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Val/Ygritte (ASoIaF) Characters: Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Minor Characters, Ygritte (ASoIaF), Val (ASoIaF), Tormund Giantsbane, Pypar (ASoIaF), Grenn (ASoIaF), Edd Tollett, Samwell Tarly, Margaery Tyrell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Bar/Pub, wingman ygritte, POV Jon, Humor, Mutual Pining, Dirty Talk, Smut, Porn without plot basically Summary:
It takes three months, two beers, and one goading round of “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow” for Jon to finally make a real move on Sansa. It’s perhaps not the most impressive of starts, but it’s effective all the same.
(title from “your song,” by rita ora)
for @lathwell55
John/Sansa 24.
Trust’s A Hell of A DrugExplicitOneshotJon x Sansa, in the same area code as canon compliant. Light name calling and some face slapping.
“I’m not fragile,” Sansa tells him when he kisses the bend of her throat, helping her step out of the layers of her dress. She sweeps her hair forward and looks back at him over her shoulder. When his hands find her hips the calluses on them catch on her soft shift and he drops his forehead against the back of her neck, kisses the bump of her spine softly.
“Alright,” he says mildly, thumbs finding the dip at the base of her spine as he spans her hips with his hands.
“I wont break,” she says, firm and certain in that way of hers. Her mouth pulls back at the corners, the stubborn set she gets when she thinks he’s being dense.
He lets go of her hips, arms falling by his side when she turns to face him. For all that she’s taller than him she’s so slight it would be nothing to stop her, hold her where he wants her. He rubs his hands against his thighs. In the low light of their room her skin glows. The fire in their hearth casts reflected flames flickering through her hair and she tips her head to one side, considers him with a manner so like Ghost for a moment he forgets that she lost Lady too early to learn it directly from her.
