#jon snow and sansa stark

[illustratina]

something i sketched real quick after the that pictures dropped✨

[emmatgc]

#Jonsa ❤️ A Tribute

House of the Dragon anticipation took me back a decade ago when Game of Thrones rule the world of television. I was a fan but not enough to call myself an expect or an avid really. Season 1 will always be my favorite but Season 6 has my heart. I have always belonged to the house of stark and the wolves of the north. I always knew and expected their family to be the last ones standing. Never cared for any love story or ship due to the fact it seems all are political maneuvers, as it should be. Until S6 came, Jon and Sansa reunited. I was shocked by the moment. It was emotional and poetry in motion and it was miles better than other reunions , hands down even if their history just shouts the opposite. Kudos to Kit and Sophie. Their chemistry was magic on screen, unexpectedly. Perhaps, that's why a fandom was born. S6 for me was the last season that has great writing, the other last 2 it seems was rushed. Im fine with the ending but it was rushed. Jonsa, as we call it made sense if it happened though.

Jon was about to give up fighting until Sansa returned.

She made him smile a couple of times.

They argue like an old married couple.

They challenge each other.

They were equals.

Jon wanted Sansa's approval. Always looks for it to trust him and believe in him.

Say the word Sansa they say and Jon appears 🤣

Sansa is the safest with him.

Yeah, complicated relationship. A lot hates Sansa for telling the truth about Jons real parents but Sansa , like Jon chose drastic measures to save and will always choose their family & the north always.

Their sibling relationship was great but it was at times borderline overprotective, yeah he should be as a brother and cousin but somehow kinda romantic and full of undertones. Maybe it was the writing, idk.

The forehead kiss shouldnt have been like that and Jon shouldn't have looked at Sansa's lips or the script shouldn't have that extra seconds each and every time they stare, look and bicker with each other. Again, maybe its just Kits and Sophies acting skills.

In the end, i do believe not only Jon chose his family but he chose and fulfilled his promise to Sansa to protect her. He trusts her that much to be the Queen in the North.

Its 2024. Nothing will change my mind.

Their love and relationship was intriguing, fascinating and whatever happened in the series and books, Jonsa will always be my ship. The way their characters made us feel...there was something more.

Both are alive. Until they reunite again then anything is possible.

[thefandommama]

Midjourney is really out here putting in the work.

[thethoughtfulcowboy15]

Freedom Delivered - GoT Fic

Six long months into his exile, Jon receives an urgent raven from Sansa — aka I fix Jon’s ending in the show because I hated it. Also posted to my ao3 account: The_Thoughtful_Cowboy if you wanted to check it out over there.

Warnings: angst (but with comfort) and typical Jon Snow brooding, one brief mention of suicidal ideation but it is very brief. lots of internal monologue.

When Jon Snow was given a miracle of a chance to leave the night’s watch, he didn’t hesitate to take it. He shucked off the heavy Lord Commander cloak and never looked back. Never did he imagine he’d end up right back where he started. All those years ago when Robb, Ned, and Rickon were still alive and he was just a bastard boy with nothing trying to earn a seat at the Stark table by joining the honorable Night’s Watch. Back when it was simple.

Now everything has changed. He had fought and killed, lead his friends into the jaws of certain death, found love and lost it. He had changed so much, grown into a man and yet here he was back at Castle Black, with no titles or honor, stripped down to an exile, a criminal.

Time passes slowly at the wall. The past six months felt like moving through molasses. There’s nothing to watch for anymore, no greater cause to serve. Most days he spends with the Free Folk, helping them to rebuild and attempting to fill his family-sized hole in his heart with Tormund’s company. Jon does enjoy his time with Tormund. His terrible jokes and determined positivity keep most of the pain away during the day.

However, every night when it gets dark and Jon’s left with alone with only his restless mind, he aches for his brothers and sisters. If he ever manages to fall asleep, he dreams of being back home at Winterfell, surrounded by his family and his people. The halls of Winterfell as warm and filled with merriment and camaraderie as the day they won against the Night King.

He dreams of simple things. Sansa sharing private looks with him when a lord says something foolish during a council meeting. Arya and him having archery competitions. Sam and Bran visiting from King’s Landing, sharing their stories of making the realm a better place. Each morning, he’s torn from the warmth of his dreams and thrust back into the relentless cold of the True North.

Sansa tries to write when she can, but she’s busy ruling the north by herself as the Queen. Every letter fills him with joy as he reads them, picturing Sansa being the queen she was always meant to be. After reading them, however, he is left with an ache more painful than before.

He can’t imagine having to stay at Castle Black the rest of his life. More often than not these days, he finds himself staring at his sword, Longclaw, and wondering if he turned it on himself— “Brooding again?” A thundering voice shook him from his thoughts. Jon tore his gaze from the dawning horizon and downwards to see Tormund walking up the snowy hill, his red hair looking more dishelved than normal in the strong winds. Jon shrugged lightly, “Guilty.”

He turned back to look out towards the horizon again. At the bottom of the hill, the new village was coming along nicely. It sat nestled in a clearing, surrounded by the forest. The ever present snow making it look picturesque in the orange morning light. Jon thought it might be a nice place to live if he didn’t already have a home. But he wasn’t ever allowed back there…

“You’re doing it again!“ Tormund said with a huff as he arrived to the top of the hill next to Jon.

Jon shook his head, “Sorry, I don’t know where my heads at today.”

“Well, you better go find it cause you have a raven from the Lord Commander.”

Jon’s head whipped around to face Tormund, “What’s it say?”

The big man just shrugged, “I don’t know. It was addressed to you, so I didn’t read it.” Tormund held out the scroll and Jon snatched out of his hands.

The Lord Commander knows that Jon’s supposed to be out with the Free Folk for another week. He wouldn’t send a raven unless it was very important. Jon quickly scanned the scroll.

Jon Snow - You and Tormund Giantsbane’s presence is needed immediately at Castle Black. Return as soon as possible. - Lord Commander Davenport

Jon’s stomach sank. What was so important that both him and Tormund are needed as soon as possible? His mind started spinning the worst explanations. What if the Lord Commander has decided to stop assisting in the Free Folk’s rebuilding efforts? What if it’s Sansa and she hurt? What if Bran’s been assassinated? What if Arya-

“Jon,” Tormund’s hand was heavy on Jon’s shoulder, grounding. Jon’s eyes flicked up to Tormund face. His features were twisted with worry. His ice blue eyes staring deep into Jon as if he could see Jon’s soul. “What did it say?”

Jon cleared his suddenly thick throat and schooled his features back into the usual stoic mask, “We’re needed at Castle Black immediately.” Tormund nodded gravely in understanding, “I’ll go ready my horse.”

Within the hour, Jon and Tormund had been mounted and racing back towards the Wall. Ghost in quick pursuit behind them. Jon pushed his horse to go faster and faster until the scenery was just a blur of white and brown. If his family had been hurt, he had to be there as soon as possible. He wasn’t going to let what happened to Robb and his father happen again. The bitter cold air whipped harshly at his cheeks and froze his hands though his gloves, but he kept going.

The road seemed to stretch out forever. The hours long and heavy. Worry tore at his stomach, making him feel sick. Tormund rode faithfully behind him. A steady anchor to keep Jon from spiraling into oblivion.

The ride would usually take until sundown, but Jon and Tormund had arrived at The Wall by midday. Jon only slowed his relentless pace when they neared the gate, the horn sounding their arrival. Ghost trotted up next to him, panting hard.

Tormund finally caught up to them and moved to sit beside him as they waited for the old, frozen gate to inch its way up. Tormund looked as red and windburned as Jon felt.

”You ride like a madman, you know that?” Tormund said in a disbelieving sigh. The gate made an especially loud creak that grated on Jon’s frayed nerves. Jon gritted his teeth and guided his horse through the finally opened gate and through the tunnel.

Tormund huffed and it echoed on the stone tunnel walls, “You didn’t even stop for a food break. I know you’re small but we giants have to eat.” Jon’s jaw clenched. It’s not Tormund fault that we’re here, Jon tried to remind himself. “I wasn’t going to waste time out there. You can eat here.” Jon said tightly.

The tunnel opened up to the courtyard and Jon quickly dismounted his horse. Ghost padded off to a snow bank. The Lord Commander walked up, his round belly leading, “Snow, we weren’t expecting you so soon.” Lord Commander Davenport’s wrinkly face held a polite smile Jon tried to return. It probably looked pained more than anything.

Tormund climbed off his horse with a grunt. “You said as soon as possible, so Jon here,” he slung a heavy arm across Jon’s shoulders, “rode here like a fucking hound on the hunt. I could barely keep up! Nearly killed his horse!” he said with a loud chuckle.

Davenport laughed too, “It wasn’t that urgent, I assure you but I admire the enthusiasm”.

Behind him, Jon could hear the screech of the Wall’s pulley system returning, probably with watchmen whose shift just finished. Jon’s teeth locked together. He wasn’t one to stand pleasantries for long at the best of times. Right now they were downright torture.

“What was it that you needed us here so soon for, Lord Commander?” Jon said firmly, attempting to get to the point quickly. Davenport opened his mouth but was cut off by a voice behind him, “I asked him to summon you.” Jon’s heart clenched within his chest. He knew that voice. He’d been waiting to hear it for six months. He whipped around to see his sister standing at the top of the wooden stairs. She looked a bit different. She had a silver crown atop her head now and a very nice embroidered navy dress, but it was still his little sister.

Jon knew he should bow at a queen but he threw away all formalities and sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He threw his arms around her and buried his head in her shoulder. She hugged back just as hard and a weight lifted from his shoulders, one that had been there ever since he’d received his sentencing and left his family for The Wall. It felt good to be able to put it down just for a minute, even though he knew she’d leave eventually and he’d have to bear it again. This small moment with her was worth it.

Sansa sighed into the hug, “It’s so good to see you.” Jon pulled away to look at her. Sansa kept a grip on his hands though as if she was afraid he might walk away. Never, Jon thought.

“You have no idea.” He said, fighting the burn in his throat.

Sansa flashed one of her classic ‘I know more than you’ smirks, “I have some idea. It’s quite lonely in Winterfell.”

Jon paused for a moment, considering. Then it hit him. With Arya on her voyage and Bran in King’s Landing, she also has no family in Winterfell. Gods, he was such an ass.

“You’re right. I’m sure it does get lonely. Forgive me.” Jon said quickly.

Sansa smiled, “There’s nothing to forgive.”

Jon had a sudden remembrance of why he was able to see her right now. She rode up from Winterfell and had a raven sent to summon him. If something’s so important she had to come and tell me in person, then what terrible thing happened? He felt that gnawing worry creep up from his stomach. His chest felt tight.

“Is everything alright?,” Jon asked suddenly, “Arya, Bran, Sam?” Sansa smiled but her eyes held confusion as if she didn’t understand why he would ask.

“Of course-” Sansa tried to interject but the brewing storm of Jon’s feelings finally tipped over the edge.

“The Lord Commander’s message said it was urgent which means something must be wrong. If you’re here then it must be terrible-“

“Jon!” Sansa stopped him sharply. Jon’s mouth snapped shut. Sansa continued in more gentle tone, “Nothing is wrong. I wanted you here quickly because I have great news for you.”

Jon stared at her expectantly. He tried not to get his hopes up too much. She couldn’t give him what he wanted most, even that was out of her queenly powers. He tried hoping for something small like a new embroidered leather strap for his cloak. Sansa always makes the prettiest adornments and his old one she gave him before the war was getting warn. Yes, Jon decided, a new cloak strap is a more reasonable hope to have.

“Bran and I were finally able to pardon you!” She said with a gleeful smile that lit up her face. She squeezed his hands hard, “You can finally come home.”

The words punched him in the stomach, stealing all the air from his chest. Home? I can go home? Jon stared at her for a moment, expecting to wake up from this dream. None of this could be real. It’s too good, too perfect. Jon waited to wake up and have his heart crushed again. He waited to return to the cold of reality.

He waited. And waited. But it didn’t happen. Sansa radiant smile shifted into a very concerned look. Her eyebrow knitted together and lips pressed slightly.

“Jon?” Sansa stepped closer and gently cupped his face in her hands, “Are you alright?” The sadness in her face struck his heart. I made her look like that, he realized. The fog of disbelief cleared as reality washed over him. This has to be real.

“More than alright,” Jon said hoarsely, “I just…can’t belive it.” Jon took a deep, steadying breath, reigning in his emotions back under his shield of stoicism, “How? The Unsullied and Dothraki..” He trailed off.

Sansa picked up where he stopped, “The last of the Unsullied and Dothraki soldiers sailed off a month ago. Neither of them expressed any intentions of ever coming back since their queen is gone. And since they were the only people who wanted you exiled, I immediately started petitioning Bran for your pardon. I’m sorry it took a month. He was very busy and my letters got lost among his mounds of work.”

“Don’t be sorry. You tried. That’s more than I could ask for.” Jon said, a smile creeping onto his face.

Sansa smirked at him, “I did more than tried. I succeeded. You, dear brother, are coming home with me. Today if possible. I expect you don’t have many things to pack.”

Jon laughed. A real laugh. Something he hadn’t in a long time. He’d forgot how good it felt, “No, I don’t.”

Tormund, gods bless him, must have understood that the serious part of the conversation was over and lumbered up the creaky wooden steps to join in, Ghost on his heels.

“Hello, Your Grace. What brings you to Castle Black?” Tormund said, smiling. Sansa smiled back easily.

“Tormund. I was just informing my brother that he’s received a full pardon from the King and is now free to go home.”

Tormund’s face split into a wide smile and gave Jon a hard slap on the back, “That’s fantastic! Between you and me, he hates it here.”

Jon felt the heat of embarrassment creep up and he elbowed Tormund hard into the ribs. Tormund quickly got the message and spun round to face Lord Commander Davenport, “Uh, no offense?”. Davenport just nodded knowingly. Everyone in the Night’s Watch knew Jon had walked away a long time ago and did not come back by choice. Jon suspects it’s why Lord Davenport allowed him to spend so much time with the Free Folk. He understood that Jon would rather be almost anywhere else than Castle Black. Out in the True North with the Free Folk, Jon could almost pretend he was free too.

But now he was. He was pardoned and released from the Night’s Watch. He could finally go home. Home was all he’d ever wanted. He lifted Sansa up into another big hug.

“Thank you.” Thank you for caring about me and fighting for me. Thank you for not leaving me here alone. Thank you for giving me my home back, was what Jon wanted to say but the words got caught in his throat. Jon’s words were muffled due to Sansa’s fur collar on her cloak but she heard them and the words Jon wanted to say behind them.

“I’ll always fight for you, brother. It’s what family is for,” She said quietly so just Jon could hear. She squeezed her arms tight around him and after anther moment, he set her back down carefully on the snow covered wood.

Jon turned back to Tormund smiling, “You think you can manage without me?” Tormund clasped his hand on Jon’s shoulder, still smiling, “You’ve done a lot for us Free Folk. We’ve got it from here. Go home.” Jon looked at Tormund for a moment. For the past six months, Tormund had been his only friend and anchor. Gratitude passed between them.

“You’ll come and visit Winterfell sometime?” Jon asked.

“Only if you come meet us up in the Tue North every once in a while,” Tormund responded. He already knew Jon’s answer, “Of course.”

Jon turned to Sansa who was still wearing her radiant grin, “Let’s go home.” Joy filled him and warmed his heart. He’d been wanting to say those words his whole life.

[reginarubie]

it’s been a while, thanks for the Jonsa update 💕💕I’ve been quite famished for them lately so it was a lovely surprise!

This is probably a spoiler but do the Starks still have a tie to the vale or any other kingdom throw blood or bond? Does sweetrobin still exist or does a different house now rule the vale?

Hi!

Happy to oblige… and you know what? There’s a new chapter with some of Jon’s plotting, and some Bran as well.

Basically the rebellion went as in canon just Rhaegar won, so yes, Lysa is still lady of the Vale, but Jon Arryn never became lord Hand, as he died during the Rebellion leaving a widower Lysa as lady of the Eyrie.

Does Robert exist? No, he doesn’t.

Lysa ruled using the widow’ law as the only heir left to her husband Harry Hardying was not of age, but after a while the lords Declarant of the Vale created a council to counteract her policies, she basically adopted Harry so to keep her role as lady of the Vale, and for now Harry has not pressed for her to relinquish fully lordship over the Eyrie, though he’s slowly working to create alliances to ensure that the years she spent as sole lady will not hinder him but become an asset, even though he has been of age for quite some time.

I hope you e joy the new chapter!

[emmatgc]

Jonsa for the WIN!

EDIT: jon snow taking the lead?! seriously thought mya stone or sandor would be in the lead…..

[fawnilu]

scientist!ned

[laurellerual]

Day 2: Family

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.

[dogmotels]

the little things that unite us even when far away

[baelonthebrave]

while everyone else is bitching about an ugly chair house stark has spent its entire history watching this 700ft chekhov’s gun on their border like uhhhh guys is anybody else concerned that this thing might go off

[hxjiime-art]

Tysm for the support on the last post !!

Here’s a thing I made of what I imagined House Stark looked like when I was still reading the first book !

[bugprinz]

lord please bring my family back together

[wodania]

bunch of wolves

[thefandommama]

We are finally getting an irl au of our babies!!

[reneewalkersknives]

one egregious thing the game of thrones show misses out on is that the stark kids are CONSTANTLY thinking abt each other!! there isn’t like a single POV chapter from any of them where they don’t long for their siblings!! Jon wants to have a son and name him Robb!! Bran wants to be a bird so him and his siblings can live in a nest together!! Sansa prays for her siblings every night and makes the Winterfell castle and then gets upset bc there’s no one to throw snow at!! Needle IS Jon!! Arya’s list is her own prayer for her siblings, she doesn’t care that Joffrey is dead bc Robb is too!! Every single one of them believes that their big brother will come to save them!! there’s sm love and tenderness there and GOT missed out on lots of it bc it tries too hard for the grimdark angle without realising that the center of the stark’s story is their love for each other. anyways.

[bastardofharrenhal]

favorite thing in asoiaf is that the stark family tree is just filled with haters in every generation. theon stark brandon snow alaric stark cregan stark even ned's brother brandon and lyanna too. even the current kids jon snow robb sansa and arya all have some kendrick lamar level of beef w at least one person. brandon the builder spawned an entire genre of haters