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Jon falls in love with Sansa Stark quickly, almost as quickly as she comes to the conclusion that she loathes him.
OR, Rhaegar lives and arranges a marriage between Jon and Sansa. Jon is amenable, Sansa, not so much.
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A low, sweet voice filtered through the noise of the storm, for a moment, he wondered if it was his mother, he wondered if this time death would be different, perhaps he’d hear the lullaby she never had the chance to sing.
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Half Wicked by DottyDot
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
27 Jul 2025
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Jon may have the reputation of an untrustworthy man, a rake with a long list of rumored lovers, he may be the one with the appearance of danger, his untamed hair and dark clothes and tendency to brooding making him a mysterious figure, but it is Sansa, the innocent, with designs.
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“Do you think I touch you like this because of your name?"
Or, Jon and Sansa disagree on the nature of their marriage
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Wisdom would dictate she cease. No matter what she did she couldn’t--he wouldn’t—he’d never allow himself to so much as caress her, and she’d long since taken to her layers as comfort. The thick cloth and leathers her protection from those unwanted gazes, and she was angry that she was so foolish to open herself to this now. But trust allowed for foolishness, and anger made her reckless. She pulled her corset free as well, another layer dropped to the floor until fine muslin was all that protected her.
Her bold action was a farce. She blushed.
To her great satisfaction, he did too.
OR, Jon and Sansa marry to unify the North. Sansa makes it clear, she wants more from this marriage.
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Ned x Cat Oneshots by DottyDot
Fandom A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
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Further North by deweydecibelsystem
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
20 Aug 2013
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Jon Umber may be a good man, but he is not what Sansa wants in a husband, and she wonders how she is to cope with that.
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30 Jul 2023
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I don’t hate you she wants to say, but her breath is caught in her throat and all she can do is clutch at his hair with one hand and his massive shoulder with the other, because he’s right – they may be terrible at everything else together, but this at least seems to be working well enough.
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The poor thing in the road, its eyes still glistening by Eruherdiriel
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV)
06 Sep 2023
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Hooves are not what wake Jon in the middle of the night, pulse racing and hands clammy with sweat.
It’s fire. Orange and angry, eating away at houses and shops and shacks in his dream. Even now that he is awake, Jon can still taste burnt flesh on the back of his tongue. The wounds from his brother’s mutiny and Drogon’s gouge, frozen only hours ago, burn white.
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War leaves everyone broken, Jon perhaps most of all. Sansa finds even peacetime requires letting go.Bookmarked by DottyDot
06 Sep 2023
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“Be brave,” she murmurs. Then, louder. “I can be brave.”
Of course you can, he almost says, but she walks the few paces between them and then she’s pressing her lips against his and somehow this is not what he expected. By the time he finally makes sense of what is happening, Sansa is stepping back.
“Oh,” she whispers.
Jon chases her wrists before she can pull away completely and wraps his fingers around them. The soot on his fingers will likely transfer to her, but he can’t let her misunderstand; he was shocked, not unwilling.
“Be brave again?” he pleads, and releases her wrists
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Jon’s eyes are fixed on the floor at her feet. To a stranger it might look like respect, the proper deference shown to a queen, but Sansa knows better. If he wished to look at her, he would.
He has not forgiven me, she thinks, her heart a stone in her chest. He likely never will.
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“What song?”
“They started singing it after your last visit.” Ghost nudges her, and she combs her fingers through his fur, carefully avoiding Jon’s eyes. “It’s a ballad about a man who’s been banished beyond the Wall. He asks a wildling witch to turn him into a direwolf so he can return south and be reunited with his beloved.”
“His beloved,” Jon repeats flatly.
Her face heats. “Yes,” she says, “his beloved. He sneaks into her castle under cover of dark to scratch and whine at her chamber door. Her kiss returns him to his former self, but only for one night – when the sun rises, she wakes to find her lover gone and a direwolf in her bed.” She hesitates, then looks up at him. “It’s called The White Wolf and the Winter Queen.”
He steps back, his face a frozen blank. “Sansa.”
“I know.”
“You let them sing this?” he says, his voice tinged with panic.
She rolls her eyes. “I’m hardly going to rip anyone’s tongue out for it, am I? And it’s not as if they use our names.”
“This isn’t funny, Sansa. Your people are singing songs about, about me dishonoring you—”
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” she says. “In the song we’ve been secretly married for years.”
“Oh, well, that’s just fine then,” he says waspishly, and stalks off into the trees. Ghost watches him go, then tips his head to one side and gives her a questioning look.
“It’s probably the brother-sister thing,” she tells the wolf. “He might need a moment to walk it off.”
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time's been kind to you, my love by orphan_account
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
15 Jun 2017
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Sansa knows her loyalties lie with the Northern independence. Robb might have forgotten her, but she hasn’t forgotten him. Married to Tyrion, beaten by Joffrey- she’s never allowed herself to forget. Sansa has Stark engraved deep into her blood and bone. She’s been a quiet girl for long enough: wolves are protective of their own, after all, and it’s time she lived up to that.
[Aged up Jon and Sansa, set in an universe where, on Jon’s fourteenth birthday, Ned tells him his true parentage and Jon goes to Essos instead of the Wall; upon hearing of Sansa’s predicament in King’s Landing, he returns with an army.]
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“I dreamt of it,” she confesses, muffling it into his chest. “Of Robb, marching into King’s Landing on a white horse. Of the stone walls falling, or how Cersei would scream when the sword fell on her neck, or how Joffrey would- would look so afraid. I wanted it, and-”
“And,” Jon finishes for her, softly, “the only person who came was me.”
“Yes,” she says, sighs, before stepping back enough that she can continue to undo the laces. “And I was rather angry about that as well, you know.”
“What, that I was the one to save you?”
“That it wasn’t Robb.”
“Well, I gave you dragons,” Jon says, running his thumb over her cheekbone, lips quirking. “’m not sure it gets more romantic than that, Sansa. Pretty sure Robb wouldn’t have ever ridden dragons into King’s Landing.”
“It’s not a competition,” Sansa says, sounding the tiniest bit irritable. But her eyes are no longer so grieved- they even have a hint of laughter in them- so Jon counts it as a win. “Take it off,” she adds, gesturing to the jerkin, and moves towards the bed.
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Jon loops his finger in her red curl when she sits down, and tugs, and feels that pride lift his lips into a smile. It takes Sansa a moment to realize what that expression means, but when she does her face softens into a look that she’s only ever directed at him twice before: first the night of their wedding, when she wrapped herself around him and wept; second the day she arrived Riverrun and saw him seated outside of their room.
It’s the look of a woman in love, and though Jon knows it to be foolish beyond all reason to think she’ll ever truly love him, he cannot help but think it only a matter of time.
Hope, perhaps, is what sweetens his wine so much, for it’s never before tasted so wonderful.
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Sansa sips her ale to hide the smile on her lips. “Well- I’ve not the practice. Not to use the dress properly.”
“You won’t hear me complain,” Jon says.
“When the weights hit you hard enough to bruise I will,” Sansa tells him, teeth sharp against her tongue- and then, at the quirk of his lips, she sighs.
That’s the difference- Northern reels are made with flaring skirts in mind, and to make the skirts fan out so perfectly, there are little weights embedded into the hems. Sansa never really liked Northern dances all that much, in truth; they were too fast, too improper for her taste before. But Jon’s here now, and his eyes are sparking, and she- she wants,suddenly, abruptly. Sansa nods and sets aside her cup and seizes his hand and stands. It’s a kind of madness, she thinks, but a good kind all the same
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Perhaps the world is not cruel, she thinks, and lets her fingers trace the edges of a scar along Jon’s temple, perhaps the world simply is, and all of its cruelty is matched by all of its love, and I have not known enough of both to compare.
Then, she thinks, I must see this love.
She bends forwards, just a few inches closer than she’d been before, and feathers a kiss against the hollow right above Jon’s cheekbone.
Only to compare, Sansa thinks, lips curving upwards with amusement she can’t help but feel. This lie, at the least, holds no potential for cruelty in it.
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At the door, Sansa hesitates. If she leaves now, things will be left as they’ve been for the past months between each other. It matters little; she knows Jon won’t hold her absence against her.
But there is something in the warmth of his bones- something that leaves her unsettled and, somehow, simultaneously, eager.
Her hand hovers over the latch for less than a heartbeat. The click of its fall is quiet enough that Jon doesn’t hear. When she turns around, Sansa pauses at the sight before her: Jon’s arms are thrown over his face, haphazardly, and his torso lies flat on the bed while his legs dangle off.
It’s patently undignified, Sansa’s sure of it- a child’s position, of a boy bemoaning their lot in life; not the man Jon’s grown to become. But it’s also endearing beyond all belief to think that he’d curse himself for sending her away. That Jon would think of her desires at all is different from what Sansa’s experienced of men, but that he’d do so against all of his own is more potent than she could have imagined.
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Winterfell is yours by lucife56
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
02 Apr 2021
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