#jonsa fanfiction

[eruherdiriel]

It's been one year since I posted on AO3 for the first time 🎉. To celebrate, I'm sharing my first fic because I didn't post it here at the time.

Excerpt:

The first time it happens, they've been married three moons. She wakes in the night, the taste of chains in her mouth. Swipes her tongue around, looking for the source, a tear, a split. There's nothing. But the tang is there—faint, receding, but present. She hadn't imagined it.

Strange dreams begin to haunt Sansa's sleep.

Read In the blood (1k) on AO3.

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[estherruth-jonsatrash]

Let Me Keep You: A Jonsa One-shot

Written for @jonsa-valentine event types of love: storge, pragma, eros.

Preview:

He’s not sure when it happens. Jon has always loved Sansa. Of course he has, from the day she was born. She was his sister. They may have been the most distant of all his siblings but that didn’t change the love.

And when Sansa appears in the courtyard at Castle Black, beneath his astonishment at the sight of her, there is elation. He’d scarcely known how he’d gotten down the steps to reach her, but there he is—and there she is, in his arms, clinging tight, tucking her head against his shoulder. Jon closes his eyes and holds her just as tight. He realizes they’re swaying with the shock of it.

He also realizes he feels warm for the first time since he came back from the dead.

Jon can’t stop looking at her. He can hardly believe she is real. She’s also so incredibly beautiful he’s not sure he could pull his eyes away from her if he tried.

Had it been then? That very day of their reunion?

Jon thinks about that day when they’re traveling the North—when he climbs into his bedroll at night, weary of the riding. He thinks of Sansa in front of the firelight, wearing his cloak. He thinks of her drinking his ale and laughing when she grimaced, a sensation so new it felt like the first time he’d ever made such a sound in his throat. He thinks of the pleasant warmth in his body at having her close to him. How her touch sent tingles across his skin.

That should have alerted him something was different. But that day, he didn’t bother trying to examine it. Why would he? The joy of having a sibling returned to him—when he never thought he’d see any of them again—the disbelief and the gratitude was enough.

And so by the time Jon begins to question, he already knows he’s gone too far.

Read the rest on ao3!

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[starwarsprincess1986]

Woke up this morning with this email notification!

#jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #athimbleful

[winterwakesthewolf]

sooo i was scrolling through my docs and came across an almost finished wip of Wolves They Both Must Be part two that i wrote over a year and a half ago that i kinda sorta forgot about. i know i'm more active in my other fandom for the time being, but would anyone even be interested in reading a sequel to that one shot?

#honestly i might post it anyway #but if i get positive responses i'll post it much sooner #jonsa #jon x sansa #wolves they both must be #wolves they both must be part two #wtbmb #jonsaff #jonsa ff #jonsa fic #jonsa fanfic #jonsa fanfiction #jonxsansaff #jonxsansa fic #jonxsansa ff #jon x sansa ff #jon x sansa fanfiction #jon x sansa fic #jon x sansa fanfic

[ladysanza]

Beginning - one shot

"So, you were watching me huh?" he says still catching his breath after. 

She was. Shamelessly so.

There is something about seeing Jon sparing that makes her blood hot in the most delicious way. Every line of his body is confidence and strength as he moves with the sword, hands maneuvering the object as if it's nothing.

A dark hero.

And completely Her’s.

She took him by the elbow to the nearest room, trying her best to be the composed lady that she is, but as soon the door was closed, she didn't give him any time to undo his own breeches, doing it herself, fast, so he could be inside her as soon as possible. “Gods Sansa” he trembled once he was fully where he should be. 

"Yes...well" she noses him softly "has no one told you that you are very handsome?

"He laughs looking down while tying his clothes.

Jon can be so shy, she thinks, it's always endearing, and it always catches her a bit by surprise.

"Not my wife," he says gazing at her mouth and she gasps feigning chock "No?? My, she’s been negligent this lady of yours."

"Never," he says seriously now "I am the one striving to deserve her."

Oh Jon.

She already can feel the heat behind her eyes, her emotions are so delicate these days. "I am the one striving to deserve you" she manages to say as the tears flow freely to her husband's absolute horror. "Sansa" he says, hands on her face. And is so very urgent that she says, that he knows. So she holds those hands that she adores and lets him hear this truth for the first time: "I love you so dearly".

"My heart," he says, so close to her face, as they breathe the same air. "I love nothing more than you."

"You will, gods be willing."

"How do you mean?" he asks. Oh, his confused face, she can't help but laugh as she takes his hands and places them on her belly.

"Sansa...truly?"  He says in such awe that she can only feel endlessly precious when he moves to hold her.

She remembers then of another hug, in a dreadful city, amidst the aftermath of chaos and death. A hug that felt like loneliness and farewell forever, so she holds him to her just a little tighter. This is the beginning, she thinks, they are just starting.

#jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #one shot #my edit

[wandering-scavenger]

thy love is winged and nameless by wandering_scavenger

chapters: 1/2

rating: M

tags: Fairytale AU, Celtic Folklore Inspired

premise: in which a huntsman saves a fae girl from certain death.

She took a step back when he moved towards her, stopping only when her body was pressed to the wall and he firmly cupped her chin to look upon her face. His grip softened when she flinched. He did not know if he hurt her, but he certainly did not mean to. In the warm yellow candlelight of the cabin, without any chains to bind her and gag to obscure her mouth, he saw that she was more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen in his short life. Her eyes were a deep blue, so vivid that he could drown in them if he dared to look into them any longer. Slowly, he moved his free hand to run his fingers through her hair, all doubt within him fading away as he tucked a curl behind her pointed ear.  He recalled Bolton’s words just as he recalled what his mother taught him long ago: the day you tell your name to fair folk is the day you lose your freedom, perhaps forever.

for the @snowstoneweek event ❄️🐺

day 3 (september 11): fairytale 🧚🏻

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[maid-with-serpents]

I wrote this Jonsa fic for Valentine's Day! Summary: The world may never know the depth of their feelings, and their love may remain forever unspoken, but it was no less real, no less profound in its silent presence. If you read it pls let me know what you think! <3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/53756614

#sansa stark #jon snow #jonsa #jonsa fic #jonsa fanfiction #jonsa valentines #valentines day #valentine's day fic

[kiinghanalister]

Today feels like a jonsa day, anyone have recs that are 5k+ that aren’t a modern au?? Leaning towards canon divergence 🥺

#jonsa #jonsa au #jonsa fanfiction #got #jonsa fic #jonsa fam

[kingsansa]

Figure skater Sansa and Russian Jon update ?

—A sneak peek of “dance to this,” the figure skater sansa/Russian hockey player jon fic coming this weekend, hopefully

The game—the one that starts it all—is the kind of ugly reserved for archived, grainy, hall-of-famer footage.

Cley gets a concussion after being slammed up against the glass by some red bearded Danish guy that is so huge, it borders on unethical, and Benfred actually leaves the goal to wrap his hands around the neck of the shittalking, gray haired forward and it takes the entire team to pull him off, and Theon loses three teeth after tripping over what the entire team swears was a well placed hockey stick, and when the referee doesn’t call it, Robb is caught on the Jumbotron telling him to go fuck himself in 4k ultra—

Even still, it starts with the shootout.

It’s supposed to end with the shootout.

Theon and Robb break through the defense, and the Oilers emerge victorious. Everyone—the entire stadium, the announcers, the coaches—erupt into chaos, and the game is over, the game is won.

That’s when the fight breaks out. Right in the middle of the instant replay.

Sansa is 15 years old, watching the game in the living room with the rest of her family, when her brother punches Jon Targaryen in the face.

In a few hours, it’ll be on YouTube. By the morning, it’ll have a million likes. For the next three years, fans, pundits, and hockey writers will call it “the punch heard around the world.” There will be memes, posters, WatchMojo videos, six figure brand deals, and sold out arenas—all thanks to this moment.

Onscreen, there’s a symphony of shrill whistling; the referees and the coaches spilling onto the ice. Robb is red faced with a swollen eye, shouting something that involves a whole lot of fucks, and Theon is shoving him backwards, like he’s been doing for essentially half of their lives.

A few feet away, not nearly far enough, Jon Targaryen is being hauled away by the huge Danish guy, swearing in Russian. He shoves his teammate back, sneering blood. He spits crimson onto the ice where Robb once stood.

In full view of the camera, he grabs his jockstrap, telling him to suck his dick in perfect English.

Technically, officially—that’s the first time that Sansa sees him.

#preview #my fic #jonsa #Jon x sansa #jonsa fanfiction #jonsa fic

[ansheofthevalley]

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said

Chapter 9 – Quality Time [Part I] (moodboard)

He thought back on what Tan had told him when he had called his friend on Sunday after his evening run, having just run into Sansa in King's Park, all frantic, having realized that Sansa might be going out with Dickon, of all people, just that morning during warm-ups before their match against Eastwatch U.

"Build up your courage and tell her how you feel already. You can't expect others not to make a move on her just because you refuse to."

Jon had known that he needed to get off his ass and make a move. It was time. Especially if what Sansa had said that night back in September was true. Sure, she had been drunk, so he hadn't dared to hope with his whole heart just yet, but a tiny bit of hope had taken root all the same and continued to grow all throughout the year, finally blossoming last night.

He knew they still had to talk. They crossed a significant line last night, and he needed to know, without any doubts, where they stood. Because, at least, he was all in. Like he told her last night, this was years in the making.

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[eruherdiriel]

Excerpt:

Lying is easy for her now, like a bird lifting its wings to fly. She watches one do just that, flapping around the small enclosed space of the rookery, full of other ravens and droppings and stone perches. Knowledge is freedom for the birds; no matter the weight of the words they carry, each scroll is an opportunity for them to fly in the open sky. I must do the same, use what I know to set us all free.

A maiden returns to her snow castle, and a boy remembers how to be a man instead of a wolf. At Winterfell, they would be safe but for a mockingbird and emerging desires.

Read Bird on the wing on AO3.

#jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #jon x sansa #also: #sansa and jeyne #!!!! #book jonsa #eruhwrites #*rms

[estherruth-jonsatrash]

New Chapter: Protect Each Other

Chapter 18 of Protect Each Other is on ao3 now!

Preview:

Jon headed to the crypts, a mix of duty and love in his chest which soon turned to love completely as he found Sansa before his mother’s statue. She looked caught when she spotted him, a blush stained her cheeks so they matched her rosy lips.

“Jon,” she spoke softly, looking between him and the likeness of Lyanna Stark, as if searching for the words to explain herself.

Jon’s throat suddenly felt very thick. “You’ve lit a candle for her?” he asked, and he could hear the rawness in his voice.

“Yes,” Sansa said nervously. “I—I have since before we knew…” she finished uncertainly, eventually her eyes coming back to meet his own. ---

Jon has two important conversations that push him to reckon with his parentage.

Set in an alternate season 7 and a sequel to Your Protector!

Or read Protect Each Other from the beginning.

#jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #jonsa fic #jonsa fanfic #jonsaff #jonsa au #my fic writing

[ode-to-an-inkwell]

After years, I decided to post the rest of my student/teacher fic, Give Me Your Attention, Please.

Completed and available on AO3. Old picset courtesy of @amymel86 💗

#jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #i updated! #heed the tags

[zalrb]

Speak!

Link to part 1: http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/164720175550/trust-jonsa-one-shot Link to part 2: http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/181817838525/an-entirely-different-way-pt-2

Link to part 3: http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/182562584780/passion

Link to part 4:https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/184333793460/survival

Link to part 5: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/184637430325/the-happening

Link to part 6: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/627229549053214720/nothing-has-changed-everything-has-changed

Link to part 7: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/695978201342672896/agony

Jon Snow was dead. With each step he took toward the altar, he’d buried another piece of himself until he stood, waiting, for his bride as not much more than a hollow husk. Truthfully, he’d already been dead for a while. Since his conversation with Arya. 

            He’d been dressing when she’d entered his rooms, fastening his vest with leaden, sombre hands and when she’d walked through the doorway, he’d turned to grin at her somewhat morosely.

 "Let me guess,” he said. “You're here to tell me what a fool I am for agreeing to this wedding. It's a little late. I’ve already asked Tormund to say the first words."

Arya shook her head. "I'm not here to tell you anything." She’d smiled, her eyes softening a bit. "No one can tell you anything, Jon."

"I don't know about that,” he said. “Sounds more like Sansa."

Jon briefly closed his eyes -- how quickly his thoughts turned to her, how eagerly his tongue spoke her name. It was a problem he needed rectified and an instinct he never wanted quelled and a threat he relished to a peace he longed for. It was a multitude of conflicting emotions. It was Sansa.

"That's why I'm here."

Jon turned around to face her completely, raising his eyebrows. 

Arya paused. "She'll never forgive you for this, you know."

Oh, did he. "So, you came as her ambassador."

"I came for you, to see if you're prepared for that loss."

He wasn’t. He couldn’t think of anything worse except for what would happen to his home, his countrymen if he went back on his word. And the fact that Sansa refused to see that, that she would severance herself from him, leave him, made him angry.

"Sansa thinks she knows better than everybody else,” he said gruffly. “But I am doing this because--"

"Jon, your Queen?” Arya walked up to him, her tone getting firmer. 

“Our Queen, Arya.”

“I know a killer when I see one. And if somewhere she knows about..." She looked at him pointedly and his lips parted. She knew. He knew she knew. But she wouldn’t say it out loud.

"Then Sansa is a threat to her in more ways than one  and that's something I will have to deal with."

"Don't speak so dangerously," said Jon.

"I’ve never been afraid of danger.” She kept her gaze steady. "Sansa will never abandon you but tonight you will lose her, do you think you can survive that? Do you think we can survive that?"

He rubbed his eyes. Why was everyone being impossible? "I have to choose what's best for everyone, regardless of how I feel or what I want. We don’t have the luxury of following our … we have a duty … we … I gave my word before I even knew that I’d---” 

Jon couldn’t even finish the sentence. It physically pained him 

Arya continued to look at him. "I know you think you've made your choice. But don't be surprised if there comes a time where you might have to choose again."

*

Sansa couldn’t recall the last time a wedding had been a joyous occasion. Tyrion had been kind in their marriage but she hadn’t known what to expect beforehand and the trepidation and unease of that ignorance had made her nervous and fearful the entire ceremony. The night she’d married Ramsay, she’d thought she was going to be sick, walking through the godswood she’d walked through many times as a young girl but with Bolton banners everywhere and toward a family who had slaughtered hers. Upon seeing Ramsay’s face her own became a mask of impassivity while rage and disgust and fear roiled within her. Before either wedding, her mother and brother had been slaughtered at one, ripping out a large piece of her that she would never, even if she’d attempted to, get back. The only glimmer of joy had been when Joffrey, her tormentor, had died an agonizing death at his wedding but that demise had not been the liberation she’d prayed for. 

And now, this wedding, between this man and that woman. This wedding that’d had the entire castle in a frenzy of preparation for days. This wedding was plaguing her with a keen, aching sorrow that made it impossible to speak, near-impossible to breathe. In the midst of dressing for the occasion, she would sometimes stare at her own hands, wondering who they belonged to So much had been taken from her over the years, but this loss was something she couldn’t have imagined because she couldn’t have imagined Jon in the first place, of what the two of them together awakened in her. She couldn’t imagine passion. She couldn’t imagine…

Sansa closed her eyes. Stop it. Stop.

It was done. They were done. Before they even started. She had to let it go. There was no other way. Her heart had been broken a thousand times before this, and loving Jon Snow would be yet something else she’d survive. She knew how to endure, she knew how to rebuild, she ---

Suddenly, she heard a creak and felt something inside of her ignite. That spark, it was only triggered by one person’s presence. She turned toward the door, looking at it with such concentration as if that was all it took for her tear-brimmed eyes to see through to the other side, to see through to who she knew, in her gut, was standing in the corridor. She willed him to come in, to knock, to whisper her name, to yell in anger, to do anything to let her know he was there, he was hers.  

Jon stood outside Sansa’s door, poised to walk in. He wanted to hold her and yell at her all at once and his hand trembled with the urge to push open this barrier between them and take her in his arms. Soon, his entire body thrummed with the desire to see her, to go to her. His mouth moved wordlessly, and he furrowed his brow, conflicted. It felt physically impossible to stay on this side of the door, everything in him strained to see her, yearned to touch her. The desire was overpowering, transforming into an uncontainable force that made him agitated, made his breathing ragged, he was going to come undone -- 

And then it was gone. He’d buried it all at once, removing himself from how he felt, shrouding himself in a numbness so complete, it was as if he belonged to himself. He was gone.

He murmured, “Goodbye” and we walked down the corridor, making his way out to the godswood. 

Sansa sank onto a chair, her hand suddenly splayed on her chest as the spark died as quickly as it had flared within her and something in her body shifted. Something that told her, it was all over. 

*

The knock was unexpected. It wasn’t Jon. Sansa already knew that. But it surprised her when she opened the door to find Daenerys in full wedding dress.

Sansa blinked. “Your Grace. I… I was making my way to your rooms---”

“That’s alright,” said Daenerys. “I move at my own pace.”

“Evidently.”

Daenerys walked into the room and glanced around. “I wanted to give this to you before the ceremony.” 

She handed Sansa a scroll that she unfurled and began reading. 

“It will say that as my prince consort, Jon will have another title as King in the North, which is what Tyrion had explained  when discussing the political aspects of this union.” 

Sansa remained looking at the piece of paper, sensing Daenerys was waiting for some sort of expression of gratitude but she did not give one. 

Daenerys prompted her. “It is exactly what we discussed.” 

“Well, what you and Jon discussed,” said Sansa, putting the paper on her desk. 

Daenerys’ face became steadily less congenial.  “I have compromised a lot, Sansa. I even conceded to the Northern customs for this wedding.” 

“Which was smart as you’re in the North and want to the favour of our people,” said Sansa simply with a shrug. Every move Daenerys did was calculated and she was rather bored with the assumption that she didn’t know when her strategies were simply common sense.  “A Northern wedding and a title with no power.” 

Daenerys scoffed. “It holds considerable power.” 

“Just not sovereignty,” said Sansa. “He bends the knee to you, we bend the knee to him, nothing changes. He’s just the Warden of North except he’s not in the North and has a fancier title and you’re counting on our loyalty to Jon to quell any idea of a rebellion as he would be by your side.”

Whatever congeniality Daenerys was putting on had now evaporated. “The Seven Kingdoms are my birthright, the North is my birthright and I love this land like---” 

Sansa clasped her hands together. “What is it that you love about the North in the short time you’ve been here?”

Daenerys blinked, taken aback by the question. She tried to recover. “I discover something new about this place everyday. Each discovery more beautiful than the last.” 

“Mm.” Sansa nodded. “But do you love the conviction we have in our beliefs? Do you understand our beliefs? Our wilfulness and loyalty. The passion with which we uphold our ideals, which may be very different from your own? Our might, our---”

As Sansa continued to speak with more and more feeling,  Daenerys got the distinct impression that she was not only describing her country and countrymen. And when she finished, she took a deep, shuddering breath as if her own words moved her to breathlessness. 

Daenerys cleared her throat and patted down her dress.  “I am marrying him when I am in no need of a husband,” he said. “That is proof enough,” she said, opening the door. “It’s time.” 

“Your Grace,” said Sansa.

            “How do I look?” 

            Sansa gave her a once over. “It’s a dress fit for a Queen.” 

Jon couldn’t feel the chill on his bare face, he couldn’t feel himself within his body, couldn’t even feel worn or tired, or detached, he felt … gone. Tormund, who stood next to him, was more nervous than he was. He could see Arya looking at him curiously but couldn’t even bring himself to pretend. He just … was. He’d snuffed it out -- the spark that had enlivened him since the Red Woman brought him back and now he was nothing more than an animated corpse and that was all he would be. That was the choice, the sacrifice he’d made.

            He saw them approach but his vision was unfocused, saving him from seeing her, from noticing her, keeping his heart dead.

Sansa, once again, found herself in the godswood. Her feet, once again, propelling her toward her heartbreak.  They passed by soldiers, passed by faces she knew until they stopped in front of Jon and she felt as though she’d shatter on the spot. 

Tormund glanced awkwardly at Jon who gave an encouraging nod and then he spoke, his voice raspy. “Who comes before the gods?” 

Sansa didn’t answer right away. She couldn’t. If she did, her voice would break and betray the depth of her pain and she’d already bled in front of Jon enough for a lifetime. She willed herself to swallow her sadness and relax her throat and once she did, she answered.

“Daenerys of the House Targaryen.” Sansa paused before saying the words that had shackled her to a man she’d despised. “A woman trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessings of the gods. Who … who comes to claim her?”

Jon hesitated and then stepped forward. Even in such a state, he was drawn to her. His eyes shifted to Sansa’s and when, after a few seconds, they locked, the furious pain that made hers shine with unshed tears lanced through his chest and catapulted him into an internal free fall. He didn’t feel rooted to the ground he was standing on. Nothing about the wood seemed real or possible, it wasn’t possible that he was where was, watching himself stare at the woman, at the two women in front of him. This body wasn’t his, this life wasn’t his. He was aware everyone was waiting for him to recite the expected answer. 

He opened his mouth. He paused for a second, an eternity and then ---           

Commotion in the near distance. Clanging. Shouting. Everyone turned to look toward the distraction. Voices could be heard.

“Assassin! Assassin!” 

Everyone started moving. Jon and Brienne rushed toward Sansa, Brienne standing in front of her, Jon crushing her to him, cloaking her. Greyworm rushed to protect Daenerys, joining her with Missandei. Arya, readied, had her blade drawn, covering Bran. A few soldiers ran toward the commotion. Everything was happening so fast. 

In a manner of seconds, men entered the clearing with the severed heads of the apparent would-be assassins. 

“What has happened?” 

“They opposed the union.”

Daenerys’ head snapped toward Sansa and then her eyes widened near-imperceptibly at seeing the way Jon held onto her.

His stomach plummeted. “No,” he whispered. “Daenerys---”

She addressed Sansa. “Did you know about this?”

Sansa remained silent, her eyes narrowed in fury. 

“Speak,” said Daenerys. “Speak!”

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[alemoncakelife]

Posting a graphic for my fic to celebrate updating it for the first time in over a year!

Anyone keen to read it can check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29020866/chapters/71228073

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[ladysanza]

Jonsa - The Americans Au inspired

Right hand firm, she slowly stands the gun from the side table and points at the door. The clock-lamp says its only midnight but, in her mind, it could have been anytime at all. Between feeds, naps, changings and crying – God, so much crying – she doesn’t have a sense of time anymore, she just knows that she finally managed a quick shower and that she should probably get some sleep now, even though she knows that she won’t.

Not that it matters anymore.

There is someone inside her house.

Please don’t wake up, she begs internally as she slides the bassinet under the bed without taking her eyes from the damn door. She can hear the steps approaching, whoever it is it’s not even trying to be quiet. They must be in the very last flight of stairs now… and coming directly to the room. She puts her back to the wall right next to the entrance and looks at the handle slowly turning…

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After a day of sneaking around, trying not to get caught as he made sure those recorders were inside the office of the Secretary of Defense himself, the last place Jon expects to be attacked is inside his own home by his own wife. But as soon as he opened the bedroom’s door she had him face on the floor, knee on his neck and a gun to the back of his head.

“What the fuck?? Sansa, it’s me!” he tries to say while getting a tight grip on his hair.

She is breathing hard and not letting go of him.

“Sansa, breathe, it’s me” he asks calmly and then more softly “Let go of my head, love”. That seems to snap her out of it, and she relaxes her hand while slowly sliding her knee of to the side.

He winces and starts to turn on his back. She was not joking around. If he was anyone else, he would have a bullet making home in his skull right now.

“Jon?” she asks, and he can hear the tremble in her voice “No harm done” he says, taking the gun from her and reaching to put above the bed. “Come here” he takes her to lie above him, shushing her as she sobs on his neck.

He shouldn’t be surprised. He knows she is good in combat, has seen it firsthand a few times. But Sansa’s abilities have always fallen more on the realm of disguise, manipulation and perfect to a t strategic planning. She has half of this suburban neighborhood in love with her and if anyone asked, yes, the Snows are as normal as a young couple can be, with just the right amount of American pride and cynicism towards their government. Nothing to see.

“You told me you would be home late; how could I forget that?” she says once she is calmer.

“It’s ok, we are both tired.”

“I almost killed you, Jon! Trust me” and he can hear the desperation in her voice.

“oh, I trust you all right, but you didn’t” he says making her look in at him “you didn’t.’’

“How can you be so calm?” He sighs and the movement makes him aware of a throbbing on several different parts of him. He is going to take at least two Tylenols before going to sleep tonight. “We hardly live normal lives and the matter of fact is, we are tired, you even more so with Lyra all the time insi”- he pauses looking around – “Sansa, where is Lyra?” he asks starting to feel a panic bloom in his chest.

“Oh” she jumps from the floor and goes to the side of the bed “I put her under the bed.”

He goes close to her while she gently pulls the bassinet.

 “I can’t believe she didn’t wake up after all this.”

She really didn’t seem bothered at all, Jon noticed, while looking at his sleeping daughter. Every day he comes home and he is amazed anew when he looks at her. Not too long ago he didn’t even dare entertain the thoughts of having a family of his own. And now they have Lyra. The moonlight coming from the window makes her look like a little angel delivered to them straight from heaven.

“Sometimes when she is sleeping.” Sansa breaks the silence “I get scared that she isn’t breathing. So, I just stay up looking at her. Seeing if her chest is moving.”

He frowns.

He did not know that.

“After finishing this assignment today” he says pulling her to him “I don’t think we are going to be called for another task for some time. You will sleep more; I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Thank you” she says softly.

He kisses her shoulder “We are a team.”

“Perhaps you can start wearing a bell then.”

“Too soon” he says even though he chuckles.

“Jon” she turns in his arms, serious “I am so, so sorry.”

“I know Sans” he kisses her forehead and then her lips for good measure “I know.”

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