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ASOIAF AU: Jaime Lannister as Prince Charming and Sansa Stark as Snow White, with Cersei Lannister as the Queen.
The younger and fairer Sansa Stark is ordered to be killed by the jealous Queen Cersei, but instead Prince Jaime chooses to save the girl and disobey the wicked queen.
Snow White and the Huntsman AU - Jaime x Sansa
What the hell’s going on? Who are you? Why does the Queen want you dead?
She wants everyone dead. All of us!
What makes you so damn valuable?
You should know. You’re the one hunting me.
for @gameofshipschallenges ‘until hell freezes over’
Jon stared at Sansa’s body where is was laid in repose in the Great Hall of Winterfell Castle, with Ghost keeping vigil at her feet. She was still as the grave; still as she had been since she took a bite of Queen Cersei’s poisoned apple and breathed her last. Her skin is still white as snow, hair red as a rose; were it not for how still she was, and how cold, it was almost as though she could merely be sleeping. Jon swung up his wineskin and took a long drag as he approached her. “You deserved better… I once had a wife, Princess. Ygritte was her name. When I came back from the wars I carried with me the stench of death and the anger of the lost. I wasn’t worth saving, that’s for sure. She did so anyway. And I loved her so much. I loved her more than anyone or anything. Then I let her out of my sight and she was gone. And I became myself again. A self I never cared for. Until you. See, you remind me of her. Her heart, her spirit. But now you, too, have gone. You both deserved better and I’m so sorry I failed you. I’m so sorry. But you’ll be a queen in Heaven now and sit among the angels.” He took a shuddering breath and fought to keep the tears he felt coming at bay. As he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips, Jon felt one hot tear slide down his cheek. “Rest well my love.”
Jon/Sansa Remix: Day 4: Fairytale Couples ↳ The Snow Queen and the Huntsman (crossover)
Cursed by a wicked witch on the eve of her sixteenth birthday, Sansa is sent to the ice castle atop the highest mountain in Winterfell to watch over the kingdom and make sure that the Long Winter never ends. Isolated, she has no contact with the outside world, and must suffer her fate alone, until her eighteenth birthday arrives and she will transform into the true Ice Queen. But her childhood friend Jon, now a seasoned hunter, refusing to let her spend the rest of her days in exile, sets out to free her from the curse before she turns eighteen, in the hopes of putting a stop to the endless winter.
Jon stared at Sansa’s body where is was laid in repose in the Great Hall of Winterfell Castle, with Ghost keeping vigil at her feet. She was still as the grave; still as she had been since she took a bite of Queen Cersei’s poisoned apple and breathed her last. Her skin is still white as snow, hair red as a rose; were it not for how still she was, and how cold, it was almost as though she could merely be sleeping. Jon swung up his wineskin and took a long drag as he approached her. “You deserved better… I once had a wife, Princess. Ygritte was her name. When I came back from the wars I carried with me the stench of death and the anger of the lost. I wasn’t worth saving, that’s for sure. She did so anyway. And I loved her so much. I loved her more than anyone or anything. Then I let her out of my sight and she was gone. And I became myself again. A self I never cared for. Until you. See, you remind me of her. Her heart, her spirit. But now you, too, have gone. You both deserved better and I’m so sorry I failed you. I’m so sorry. But you’ll be a queen in Heaven now and sit among the angels.” He took a shuddering breath and fought to keep the tears he felt coming at bay. As he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips, Jon felt one hot tear slide down his cheek. “Rest well my love.”
Jon stared at Sansa’s body where is was laid in repose in the Great Hall of Winterfell Castle, with Ghost keeping vigil at her feet. She was still as the grave; still as she had been since she took a bite of Queen Cersei’s poisoned apple and breathed her last. Her skin is still white as snow, hair red as a rose; were it not for how still she was, and how cold, it was almost as though she could merely be sleeping. Jon swung up his wineskin and took a long drag as he approached her. “You deserved better… I once had a wife, Princess. Ygritte was her name. When I came back from the wars I carried with me the stench of death and the anger of the lost. I wasn’t worth saving, that’s for sure. She did so anyway. And I loved her so much. I loved her more than anyone or anything. Then I let her out of my sight and she was gone. And I became myself again. A self I never cared for. Until you. See, you remind me of her. Her heart, her spirit. But now you, too, have gone. You both deserved better and I’m so sorry I failed you. I’m so sorry. But you’ll be a queen in Heaven now and sit among the angels.” He took a shuddering breath and fought to keep the tears he felt coming at bay. As he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips, Jon felt one hot tear slide down his cheek. “Rest well my love.”
Jon stared at Sansa’s body where is was laid in repose in the Great Hall of Winterfell Castle, with Ghost keeping vigil at her feet. She was still as the grave; still as she had been since she took a bite of Queen Cersei’s poisoned apple and breathed her last. Her skin is still white as snow, hair red as a rose; were it not for how still she was, and how cold, it was almost as though she could merely be sleeping. Jon swung up his wineskin and took a long drag as he approached her. “You deserved better… I once had a wife, Princess. Ygritte was her name. When I came back from the wars I carried with me the stench of death and the anger of the lost. I wasn’t worth saving, that’s for sure. She did so anyway. And I loved her so much. I loved her more than anyone or anything. Then I let her out of my sight and she was gone. And I became myself again. A self I never cared for. Until you. See, you remind me of her. Her heart, her spirit. But now you, too, have gone. You both deserved better and I’m so sorry I failed you. I’m so sorry. But you’ll be a queen in Heaven now and sit among the angels.” He took a shuddering breath and fought to keep the tears he felt coming at bay. As he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips, Jon felt one hot tear slide down his cheek. “Rest well my love.”
Jon stared at Sansa’s body where is was laid in repose in the Great Hall of Winterfell Castle, with Ghost keeping vigil at her feet. She was still as the grave; still as she had been since she took a bite of Queen Cersei’s poisoned apple and breathed her last. Her skin is still white as snow, hair red as a rose; were it not for how still she was, and how cold, it was almost as though she could merely be sleeping. Jon swung up his wineskin and took a long drag as he approached her. “You deserved better… I once had a wife, Princess. Ygritte was her name. When I came back from the wars I carried with me the stench of death and the anger of the lost. I wasn’t worth saving, that’s for sure. She did so anyway. And I loved her so much. I loved her more than anyone or anything. Then I let her out of my sight and she was gone. And I became myself again. A self I never cared for. Until you. See, you remind me of her. Her heart, her spirit. But now you, too, have gone. You both deserved better and I’m so sorry I failed you. I’m so sorry. But you’ll be a queen in Heaven now and sit among the angels.” He took a shuddering breath and fought to keep the tears he felt coming at bay. As he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips, Jon felt one hot tear slide down his cheek. “Rest well my love.”
Jon stared at Sansa’s body where is was laid in repose in the Great Hall of Winterfell Castle, with Ghost keeping vigil at her feet. She was still as the grave; still as she had been since she took a bite of Queen Cersei’s poisoned apple and breathed her last. Her skin is still white as snow, hair red as a rose; were it not for how still she was, and how cold, it was almost as though she could merely be sleeping. Jon swung up his wineskin and took a long drag as he approached her. “You deserved better... I once had a wife, Princess. Ygritte was her name. When I came back from the wars I carried with me the stench of death and the anger of the lost. I wasn't worth saving, that's for sure. She did so anyway. And I loved her so much. I loved her more than anyone or anything. Then I let her out of my sight and she was gone. And I became myself again. A self I never cared for. Until you. See, you remind me of her. Her heart, her spirit. But now you, too, have gone. You both deserved better and I'm so sorry I failed you. I'm so sorry. But you'll be a queen in Heaven now and sit among the angels.” He took a shuddering breath and fought to keep the tears he felt coming at bay. As he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips, Jon felt one hot tear slide down his cheek. “Rest well my love.”
