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sulkykate is now actually at @rusalkkas and here is the link to Broken and Breaking, advertising for that fic is my day job and everyone should read it because it is MAYZING!

Aemon let out a hearty wail, his face pinched red with distress. Jon tried to soothe his son, drawing him to his chest and rocking him the way that always seemed to work in the past, but Aemon would not be calmed. He squirmed desperately in Jon’s arms and seemed to cry louder at Jon’s attempts to hold him close.

“There, there now my sweet boy. Come here. Shh. It’s alright,” Sansa cooed, rising from where her maid was finishing her hair for the feast and taking Aemon from Jon. “It’s alright, sweetling. Mama has you.” Jon watched as Aemon’s wails quieted into snuffily whimpers and he buried his little face against Sansa’s neck.

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you tell me you’re tipsy; i tell you you’re pretty

[jonxsansa, modern au; texting au, ~5k]

for @goodqueenalys, because i read in one of her reblog tags that she could use a pick-me-up this week

(title from “text me in the morning,” by neon trees)

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SANSA: I’m so sexually frustrated that I just annihilated my dinner.

MARGAERY: …with your vagina?

SANSA: No, Margaery, not ~with my vagina~

SANSA: I just stuffed my face because I have no other way to deal with my frustration. I’m eating my problems.

MARGAERY: did you do that thing where you insist on fitting a forkful of every entree and side into your mouth all at once?

SANSA: At one point I had half a filet and what I’m quite sure was a whole potato in my mouth.

MARGAERY: i can’t believe you’re single

SANSA: Single and ready to bone.

MARGAERY: i believe the word you’re looking for is MINGLE, you lush

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Girls like her are meant for more (than kingdoms crumbled to dust)

Jon/Sansa

Summary: Sansa’s silence is without a doubt, the loudest thing Jon has ever known.

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The Snow: Chapter 2

* Warnings, such as they are: 1) angst and 2) NSFW language.

(Chapter 1 is here.)

“Sansa?”

Jon tapped at the door again, this one not quite so gently.  “Sansa, are you all right?”

Do I bloody look all right to you? she wanted to scream at him, but that sounded entirely stupid when said to someone who could not, in fact, look at her at the moment, so Sansa settled for, “Piss off, Jon, I’m fine. And no, I don’t need anything.”

She heard him sigh. “All right,” he replied, and she could hear the energy draining out of his voice.  “But if you need anything, come get me, all right?”

Sansa very nearly launched the flowered pillowcase she was still holding at the door, but that would have provoked a further response from Jon, and dealing with Jon was the last thing she needed right now.  The energy drained out of her arm as surely as it had left Jon’s voice just moments ago, and she set the pillowcase on the floor.

“Sansa?”

Sansa shut her eyes tightly. One, two, three, four…please, just let him go away –

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A City of Fortune and Failure  by @justadram

Inspired by Sansa, Jon, Margaery, and Dany’s tumblr pages for @justadram‘s brilliant series A City. 

Mutual by @ponyregrets

Rose Colored Glasses

The French Riviera, 1963

There is a minute shift in Snow’s posture that sets every nerve in Margaery’s body on alert.

She takes a drag from her cigarette, her other hand inching discretely under her hem towards the piece strapped to her thigh. She does a quick scan of casino floor.

The front entrance? Clear. The mark? Still seated at his table. And Sansa…

Margaery’s finger drifts away from the trigger when she spots the source of Snow’s agitation.

Sansa is in uniform as one of the casino’s cigarette girls, peddling some of her wares to Sorensen’s lackies. The one closest to her says something that has Sansa giggling and grabbing onto his bicep for support.

Margaery looks back over at Snow who has murder in his eyes. 

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Mutual by @ponyregrets