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hollowwhisperings · 3 years

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ASOIAF character ages going into Winds of Winter (300AC).

KEY

• [X AC] = X years after Aegon I Targaryen's Crowning in Oldtown.

• [~X] = almost/roughly X years old.

• [X-Y] = age range of X to Y years old.

• [X~Y] = minimum age to maximum, given contextual evidence.

• [x*] = if x character is not dead

~ All ages are derived from birthdates on the ASOIAF wiki, as given in canon or as calculated by fans ~

OLD AS HECK

• Brynden "Bloodraven" Rivers (125)

• Lord Walder Frey (92)

• Lady-Dowager Olenna "Queen of Thorns" Redwyne (82)

ADULTS

• Ser Barristan Selmy (64-73)

• Ser Brynden "The Blackfish" Tully (~57)

• Lord Wyman Manderly (48-61 y/o)

• Lady Maege Mormont (41-61 y/o)

• Ser Jorah Mormont (~46)

• Prince Doran Martell & Captain Areo Hotar (~43)

• Ser Davos Seaworth (40-45)

• Ser Jon Connington & Lord Roose Bolton (~40)

• Lord Mace Tyrell (37~44)

• King Stannis I Baratheon (36)

• Lady Alerie Hightower (36~43)

• Lord Howland Reed (35-40)

• Ser Jaime Lannister & Queen Cersei I (34)

• First Ranger Benjen Stark & Aurane Waters (~33)

• King Euron "Crow's Eye" Greyjoy (32~43 y/o)

• Lord Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish (32)

• Victarion Greyjoy (31~43)

• Ser Sandor Clegane* (~30)

• Obara Sand (~29)

• Ser Harrold Hardyng (~29)

• Tyrion Lannister (27)

• Ser Gerold "Darkstar" Dayne (26-30)

• Lord Edmure Tully (26~33)

• Nymeria "Lady Nym" Sand & Lady Taena Merryweather (~26)

• Asha Greyjoy (~25)

• Ser Willas Tyrell (24~31)

YOUNG ADULTS

• Princess Arianne Martell (24)

• Tyene Sand & Ser Garlan Tyrell (23)

• Theon Greyjoy* (22)

• Mya Stone & Myranda Royce (~21)

• ~20 y/o: Brienne of Tarth, Wynafryd Manderly & Sarella "The Sphinx" Sand.

• Steward Satin of The Night's Watch (18-20)

HODOR

• Walder of Winterfell, 15~25.

TEENAGERS

• ~18 y/o: Aegon VI "Young Griff" Targaryen, Ramsay Snow, Lady Roslin Frey, Ser Loras Tyrell*, Lancel Lannister.

• Penny (17-19)

• ~17 y/o: Queen Margaery I, Queen Jeyne I*, Meera Reed, Lord Commander Jon Snow*, Novice Samwell "The Slayer" Tarly, Queen Daenerys I Targaryen, Irri.

• ~16 y/o: Jhiqui, Gendry Waters, Lady Alys Karstark.

• Wylla Manderly (14-16)

• Martyn Lannister (13-15)

CHILDREN

• ~14 y/o: Sansa "Alayne" Stark, Jeyne Poole*, Jojen Reed, Podrick Payne, Elia Sand.

• 13 y/o: Trystane Martell, Lord Ned Dayne*, Edric Storm, Devan Seaworth.

• ~12: Missandei of Naath & Obella Sand.

• 11 y/o: Arya "No-One" Stark, Beth Cassel*, Princess Shireen Baratheon.

• 10 y/o: Bran Stark, Lyanna Mormont, Elmar Frey, Princess Myrcella*.

• ~8 y/o: Lord Robert "Sweetrobin" Arryn, King Tommen I, Dorea Sand.

• 7 y/o: Loreza Sand.

TODDLERS&BABIES

• Rickon Stark* (5)

• ~2: Ghost, Nymeria, Summer & Shaggydog* (born in 298AC, AGOT).

• "Monster", Drogon, Viserion & Rhaegal (born 299AC).

• Prince Aemon Steelsong, son of Dalla (born 300AC).

UNKNOWN: Ellaria Sand, Lord Yohn Royce, Lord Orton Merryweather, Dolorous Edd, Queen Selyse Florent, Ser Ilyn Payne, Daario Naharis, Hizdahr zo Loraq, King Mance Rayder, Magnar Sigorn of Thenn, Tormund Giantsbane, Osha, Val.

*IF NOT DEAD

• Ashara Dayne, dead at 14~23 y/o in 283AC.

• Ashara Dayne, (~36): for rumours of Ned/Ashara to be at all plausible to me, Ashara must have been 16 years old at MINIMUM during the Tourney of Harrenhall (well within her approximated birthdates of 260-269AC).

#fandom resource #asoiaf #character ages #asoiaf timeline #valyrianscrolls #i started this on the back of an envelope #look how it's grown #meta commentary to follow #plz correct math #i have birthdates in a separate sticky note

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sunontherhoyne · 3 years

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For the character ask: Sansa and Arya (3,5,6,7) thank you!

Sansa

3: brotp

I hope she, Myranda Royce, and Mya Stone all become very good friends in the Vale! Also, Jeyne Poole. In AUs, Margaery. And also in even bigger AUs, I love the idea of Arianne taking her under her wing.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

After the war, she never remarries. Instead, she pretty much takes in a lot of the orphans that lost their parents in the wars, and raises them as best as she can, and makes certain that they never feel as alone as she once did.

6: favorite line from this character

"If I am ever a queen, I'll make them love me."

I love this so much. It perfectly describes who Sansa is. She thinks this after Cersei's "advice," after being a hostage for so long. It would be perfectly understandable, if depressing, had she listened to what Cersei said, and yet she didn't.

7: one way in which I relate to this character

I too have pretty red hair.

Okay, I actually relate to growing up and listening to all the tales of princesses and wanting to be one of them, and then growing up and finding out reality isn't the same as songs. Granted I didn't have anything traumatizing like she did, but still.

Arya

3. brotp

I really wish she would meet the Sand Snakes. I mean, she would all but worship Obara, and she and Elia Sand would get into so many shenanigans. Also, she and Edric Dayne.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

She gets so many friends in peacetime. So many of them. She has to make up for practically having none in the series, after all.

6: favorite line from this character

I've been trying so hard to think of one, but I can't I am so sorry ;-;

7: one way in which I relate to this character

Despite the above with Sansa, I also very much wanted to learn how to fight rather than learn how to do stuff like sewing when I was younger. My favorite princess was Mulan for a reason, though now she's not for the simple fact that she's not actually a princess x)

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cafeleningrad · 4 years

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GoT and Vikings (currently bingewatching this one with Merel!) for the Ask meme😘

Thank you, lovely dear! These are going to be ranty fun. :D

1. GoT A Song of Ice and Fire (show adaption? Never heard of her.)

The first character I fell in love with: Arya Stark (even though these feelings simmered down to lukewarm with everybook. But she’s still in my “endeared” category.)

The character who is my ‘baby’: Theon Greyjoy, always my brave, idiot, MILF-loving, resiliant, kraken baby

The character who I do not understand: Bran. (I like him as a chracter his chapters aren’t always my cup of tea though...)

The character that I think the show ruined: All of them. They fundamentally misunderstood their core narratives which payed of in high cost after they ran out of book material to adapt. The most prominent victims of D&D’s incompentence were... Sansa, Theon, Arya, Daenerys (Oh Dany fans you didn’t deserve that), Tyrion, Bran

The most attractive male and female character: these will be such subjective anwers, brace yourselves... Edmure Tully (I’m weak for red hair), Theon Greyjoy (the fandom misses out on the Greyjoys canonically being smoking hot and daf), Quentyn Martell [most attractive male (to me)] Arianne Martell, Sansa Stark, Val the Wildling Princess [most attractive women (to me)]

The character death that was the worst for me: Catelyn Stark (the grief in her last pages... ouch!)

The character that is the most like me: Mya Stone (Yay, Donkeys!)

The character I think the writer(s) love: Sansa Stark, Brienne of Tarth, Jon Snow, Stannis Baratheon

The character that I just want to be happy: (basically team give these children a f*cking break) THEON Greyjoy, Sansa Stark, Brienne of Tarth, Jaime Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Tommen Barahteon, Myrecella Baratheon, Rickon Stark, Sam Tarly, Bran Stark, the REAL Aegon VI Targaryen, Shireen Baratheon, Jeyne Poole

My four favorite characters, past or present: Sansa Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Garlan Tyrell (aka. the only decent person in House Tyrell), Stannis Baratheon (extra: Roose Bolton as my favourite villain)

My four least favorite characters, past or present: Ramsay Bolton, Walder Frey, Margaery Tyrell, Pycelle

2. Vikings (only watched until season 4)

The first character I fell in love with: Helga

The character who is my ‘baby’: Björn Lothbrok (he will always be baby)

The character who I do not understand: Judith (seriously, what was this mess of character “developement”?)

The character that I think the show ruined: well that thing with Lagertha in Season 5 didn’t need to happen but since I only heard about the outrage however not watch it myself, I consider myself rather contempt

The most attractive male and female character: Ivar the Boneless [most attractive male (to me)] Lagertha [most attractive woman (to me)]

The character death that was the worst for me: Queen Kwenthrith (fuck you, Judith!)

The character that is the most like me: if I intended to flatter myself I would say Helga, but I suspect I have streaks of Floki.

The character I think the writer(s) love: Lagertha, Ivar, Ragnar Lothbrok, Björn Lothbrok, Floki

The character that I just want to be happy: Siggy... (forever sad Lagertha x Siggy didn’t happen), Atheleastan, Helga

My four favorite characters, past or present: Queen Kwenthrith of Mercia, Ivar the Boneless, Siggy, Helga

My four least favorite characters, past or present: Aslaug, Judith (none else in particular)

#Lewis' ask box management #moviestorian

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ao3feed-gendrya · 6 years

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Minnesota, State Of...

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2MEMbnI

by wandering_gypsy_feet

Minnesota, State of Hockey, State of Dance, State of Sansan.

Sansa Stark was the captain of the Minnesota Golden Gopher Dance Team, straight A college student, and decidedly single.

Sandor Clegane was the assistant coach of the Minnesota Golden Gopher Hockey Team, notorious hard ass, and also decidedly single.

Sansa was sure that her junior year would be focused on winning another National Championship, not her relationship status. But when she was rescued by the crabby hockey coach, she began to think that maybe there was something just a little bit more for her in Minnesota.

Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sansa Stark, Sandor Clegane, Robb Stark, Talisa Maegyr, Arya Stark, Gendry Waters, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Jeyne Poole, Daenerys Targaryen, Ygritte (ASoIaF), Roslin Frey, Ros (Game of Thrones), Arianne Martell, Gilly (ASoIaF), Irri (ASoIaF), Missandei (ASoIaF), Shireen Baratheon, Myrcella Baratheon, Lyanna Mormont, Alayaya (ASoIaF), Myranda Royce, Mya Stone, Shae (ASoIaF)

Relationships: Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark, Talisa Maegyr/Robb Stark, Catelyn Stark/Ned Stark, Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Khal Drogo/Daenerys Targaryen

Additional Tags: sansan, sansa x sandor - Freeform, Modern AU, dancer/hockey au, the pride of minnesota, Dancer, hockey player, all the minnesota things, this is so fucking self indulgent and i don't care, Very fluffy, like zero angst, look at me go!, that's rare

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2MEMbnI

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #gendrya #arya x gendry #axg

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empiregalaxy · 7 years

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TRIOS OF ASOIAF (besides Jon, Tyrion & Dany)

Sansa x Mya Stone x Myranda Royce

Bran x Jojen x Meera

Theon x Ramsay x Jeyne Poole

Davos x Stannis x Melisandre

Arya x Gendry x Hot Pie

Brienne x Pod x Hyle Hunt

I think the ultimate trio of the series is Arya, Bran & Sansa. They’re the ‘children of Winterfell’ whilst Jon, Tyrion & Dany are the ‘three heads of the dragon’. children of winterfell + heads of the dragon = key six.

Just some ~trio~ thoughts.

#ramblings

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ao3feed-sansaery · 7 years

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an unclear path: arya x gendry week '17

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2uH6v2d

by ShipperificWings

She could still remember the day Gendry and she had transcended the path from enemies to reluctant friends.

Words: 3256, Chapters: 3/8, Language: English

Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death, Underage

Categories: F/M, Other

Characters: Arya Stark, Gendry Waters, Jeyne Poole, Sansa Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Mya Stone, Robb Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Brienne of Tarth, Jaime Lannister, Edric "Ned" Dayne, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Meera Reed, Jojen Reed

Relationships: Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Theon Greyjoy/Robb Stark, Roslin Frey/Robb Stark, Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth

Additional Tags: Developing Friendships, Grief/Mourning, Coming of Age, UST, URT, Music from 2008 onwards, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, axg week 2017, Arya x Gendry Week 2017, side pairings and friendships all over the place, teens and young adults

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2uH6v2d

#Sansaery #Sansa Stark #Margaery Tyrell #Sansa x Margaery #Game of Thrones #GOT #Margaery x Sansa #AO3

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ao3feed-throbb · 7 years

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an unclear path: arya x gendry week '17

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2uH6v2d

by ShipperificWings

She could still remember the day Gendry and she had transcended the path from enemies to reluctant friends.

Words: 3256, Chapters: 3/8, Language: English

Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death, Underage

Categories: F/M, Other

Relationships: Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Theon Greyjoy/Robb Stark, Roslin Frey/Robb Stark, Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2uH6v2d

#throbb #throbb fic #robb x theon #theon greyjoy #robb stark #ao3feed

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geekprincess26 · 7 years

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Wing Woman

Written for Day 4 of Jon x Sansa Fanfiction’s 15 Days of Valentine’s challenge. Contains normal amounts of cussing used by ticked-off university students.

“Margaery Tyrell, do you even know what the phrase ‘Buzz Off’ means?”

Sansa’s best friend rolled her eyes. “Please, Sansa. I left middle school a long time ago. I believe the phrase ‘Fuck Off’ is more appropriate in this case, and before you ask, no, I won’t. You should know by now that fucking off your case is strictly against my personal moral code.” Sansa’s mouth opened, but Margaery raised her hand palm upward. “You’re going on the damn date. End of discussion.”

Sansa sighed. “‘Talk to the hand,’ Marg? Are you that sure you ever left middle school?”

The other girl merely lowered four of the fingers of her raised hand so that only one was left raised in her friend’s direction.

Sansa rolled her eyes. “‘Talk to the finger.’ Even more appropriate.”

Margaery grinned. “Actually, it’s perfectly appropriate in this case, since it’s been a bloody year and you still refuse to get over the biggest douchebag on the planet.” She cut off her friend’s reply with a wag of her finger, which was still turned firmly upright.

“Not that I and this entire bloody floor haven’t told you a billion times already,” she continued, “but Joffrey fucking Baratheon does not deserve your fucking moping. And not that Mya and Jeyne and I haven’t told you a trillion times already, since you and your brilliant brain haven’t noticed, almost any bloody guy on this campus is better than he is. And there are a few of them that might even actually deserve a shot with you.”

Sansa raised both eyebrows. “Finished?” she finally asked. Margaery rolled her eyes again and showed every indication of continuing her rant, but this time it was Sansa who cut the other girl off.

“Like I told you and Mya and Jeyne and everybody else,” she returned, “I’m busy studying, which is actually what I came to university to do – ”

“Oh, gods.” Margaery threw both hands into the air. “As if we don’t all know you’ve had straight As whether or not you’ve been dating Joffrey or anybody else, Sansa.” She plopped herself onto the corduroy fuchsia couch she’d contributed to the tiny sitting area of the quadruple dormitory room shared by herself, Sansa, and their best friends Mya Stone and Jeyne Poole. “And if you could get As while putting up with his – ” she twirled one hand through the air – “especially disgusting forms of misbehavior, gods know you can get them when you’re actually dating a decent guy.” She sighed again with a depth that earned her another glare from Sansa. “Again, not that you’ve been willing to try even one date with any of the more than decent guys I’ve tried getting you to consider.”

Sansa set down her East Asian art class textbook on the end table next to the couch’s matching fuchsia chair, which she was currently occupying. “And believe it or not,” she said, her voice softening, “I do occasionally appreciate your insane attempts to restrict my future boyfriends to the ‘decent’ category.” She held her fingers up in the shapes of quotation marks to emphasize her last two words. “Although I would have appreciated them more if you’d waited longer than two months after the last one – ” to this day, she refused to say the actual name of the boy who, when she’d finally confronted him with irrefutable evidence of his cheating, had laughed in her face for taking so long to catch him at it – “to make them.”

Margaery had the grace to look a tiny bit abashed, which Sansa knew was the most she could hope for.

“But,” she continued, “may I remind you that I have in fact been on a few dates since then – ”

The other girl waved her hand. “Oh, please, Sansa,” she said. “They weren’t picked or approved by me.”

“Oh, gods.” Sansa rolled her eyes again. “They were perfectly good possibilities to begin with.”

“And mine weren’t?”

Sansa shot her a dirty look. “Your suggestions are not my type, Marg. They consist overwhelmingly of hipsters and gamers.”

Margaery glared at her. “If you’d be willing to try even one guy that’s not quite your type, Sansa, you might be pleasantly surprised for once. Maybe you’d even find another ‘type’ that suits you better than you think.” She sighed. “Anyway, you’ll be happy to know that the guy I picked for you this time is, in fact, your type.”

Sansa shot her a suspicious look. Margaery raised an eyebrow and brought one hand up to tick off the fingers of the other.

“He’s tall, blonde, handsome, and an art student,” she said. “I mean it. You might actually like this one. Besides, you’ll be with twenty other people, so if you don’t like him, you can always try checking out one of the other girls’ dates.” She winked.

“Oh, gods, Margaery.” Sansa stood up and headed for the bedroom. “I am not having this conversation any more.”

Margaery only shrugged. “They’re all blind dates, Sansa. It’s not like you’re stealing anyone’s boyfriend or anything.” She bit her lip. “Sorry, bad choice of words. But you know what I mean.” Her face brightened back into the mischievous grin she’d produced when she’d first announced that she had obtained Sansa a partner for Red Keep Hall’s annual Valentine’s Day group date, in which the roommates and friends of those residents who happened to be single at the time paired them up with equally single men (or women, as the case might be) for a group date and game night at the local Bear and Maiden pub.

“Wear something nice, roomie!” she chirped. Sansa stuck out her tongue and closed the door.

The following night, Sansa shook the hand of Harry Hardyng, a junior transfer student from South Vale College. He was indeed a tall, blond, and gorgeous art student, and when he presented Sansa with half a dozen yellow roses before helping her into her coat, she thought he might have second-date potential. She could, of course, put on her own coat, but Joffrey had never offered to help her even once, nor had he bothered to pay attention to the fact that yellow was her favorite color, or the fact that she disliked red roses. When everybody gathered in the dormitory’s parking lot to carpool to the pub, Harry gallantly opened his car door for her, and she rewarded him with a bright smile.

Once the group got to the pub, Sansa and Harry found themselves sitting next to Mya, Sansa’s roommate, and her blind date, a computer science student by the name of Jon Snow. Margaery had set up Mya and Jon as well as Sansa and Harry, and Sansa had thought it a bit of an odd pairing; Mya was a cheerleader who tended to date jocks, and Jon Snow had a reputation for loving all things hipster and wanting nothing to do with most sports. Mya, however, initially seemed fascinated by Jon. She asked question after question about his senior project, which revolved around designing something called glitch art, and eventually persuaded Jon, who had barely spoken a word during their introductions in the parking lot, to bring up pictures of his favorite pieces of glitch art on his phone. Sansa was fascinated by the manipulation of computers’ error message screens into neon mosaics. Harry, however, was not. He began an argument with Jon over the superiority of classic artists such as Rembrandt and Van Gogh, and he kept on turning to Sansa and saying that of course she must agree with him. Sansa normally preferred classic art herself, but at the moment she preferred snapping at Harry for his boorishness, especially since he had not yet even gotten through one beer. She held her tongue long enough to redirect the conversation by politely asking Harry what his drink of choice normally was. Harry spent the next five minutes elaborating on the virtues of IPAs and questioning why anyone in the world would prefer stouts or porters. Mya, in the middle of sipping her own glass of coffee stout, began arguing with him, and only when Jon interrupted them with a dry joke about hops and rabbits did they subside.

After that, Mya seemed to lose interest in Jon. She wandered over to join her friends at the next table, and Jon, who seemed as supremely unruffled as he was supremely interesting for such a computer game-loving hipster, tried to smooth things over by redirecting the conversation multiple times by asking Sansa about her opinions on Hornwood House, the new microbrewery that had just opened on Winterfell Avenue (Harry cut her off by declaring his preference for Bolton’s Sports Bar), martial arts (which Harry proclaimed were not truly arts), and, of all things, Philip K. Dick (Harry thought he must have been on LSD when he wrote his works). By the time the servers brought everybody’s dinner to their table, Sansa, who had lost her appetite entirely, could not decide which of her desires was stronger at the moment: the urge to smack Harry with his yellow roses and throw them in his face to boot, or the urge to excuse herself to the bathroom and send obscene text messages to Margaery for setting up this whole miserable affair to begin with. She decided instead to feign a headache and hint that she would like to go home early. Harry sighed and asked if she couldn’t gut it out if he gave her some aspirin. Jon’s jaw tightened.

“I’ll take her home,” he said sharply. It was the most perturbed Sansa had seen him that night. Then he turned to Sansa. “That is – if you’re all right with it, Sansa.”

Sansa nodded, stood up, and grabbed her purse. Harry stood too and made his way over next to her, where he leaned his face to within an inch of hers. Sansa stepped back at once.

“I’m not going to kiss you good night, if that’s what you want,” she informed him.

“Not even for six bloody roses – ” Harry began. Jon suddenly appeared at Sansa’s side and stepped between her and Harry.

“She said no, Hardyng,” he snapped, and turned to hand Sansa her coat, which she had left draped over her chair. He did not help her put it on, as Harry had earlier, but she was far past caring about a little thing like that now. She stalked over to the doorway and donned it herself while Jon informed Mya, who had happily joined some of the others at a game of pool in the next room, that they were leaving.

“Thanks,” she said once they were on their way back to campus. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Jon shook his head. “Least I could do,” he said, “to make up for your friends getting you such a lousy date.”

Sansa shrugged. “I’ve been stupid enough to date worse of my own accord,” she said. They drove the rest of the way in silence, but Sansa found it comforting rather than awkward.

“Oh, and for the record,” she said as Jon opened her door in front of Red Keep Hall, “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? is my favorite Dick story. I don’t care if he was on LSD when he wrote it. It’s good literature.” She paused. “And I haven’t been to Hornwood House, but I think I’ll go some time.”

Jon smiled. Sansa thought his face might be a shade redder than it had been in the pub, but in the dark she could not tell.

“Good night, Sansa,” he said when they reached the dormitory’s front door. He turned and walked away before she could reply.

Sansa’s phone buzzed before she got back to her room. Thanks, girl, said the blue message balloon on her screen. I owe you one.

For what? Sansa had barely typed when she saw three blinking dots, then another bubble.

Ouch, the words in it read. Shit. Sorry about that. I didn’t realize he’d be such a douche. Sansa didn’t deserve that.

Sansa was still staring mystified at the screen when yet another balloon popped up.

Glad to hear it. Sounds like he’s even more perfect than you said. If I weren’t dating Tommen, I’d have snapped him up for myself.

Thirty seconds later, Sansa stalked into her dorm room. She picked up the flowered throw pillow sitting on the living room chair, stalked into the bedroom she shared with Margaery, and threw the pillow at the back of the other girl’s head.

“Gods almighty!” Margaery whipped around from where she had been sitting at her desk. “What the hell, Sansa?”

Sansa set her phone down on the other girl’s desk with a bit more force than was necessary. Margaery stared at the screen for a few seconds before flushing scarlet.

“Oops,” she finally said.

“‘Oops’? That’s it? After all of that shit you just pulled? Mother, Maiden, and fucking Crone, Marg!”

Margaery had the grace to look ashamed. “Sansa, honestly, I didn’t know he’d be such an ass. But gods, I just wanted you to have fun with a great guy, and you said Jon wasn’t your type, and Mya figured it wouldn’t look as suspicious if she went with him instead, so…” She shrugged. “Sorry he was such a douche. Hardyng, I mean. Not Jon.”

Sansa shot her a dirty look. “I’ll consider accepting your apology,” she said. “After you’ve ordered pizza for me, that is. You owe me more than one, Tyrell.”

Margaery beamed at her, the scheming spark back in her eyes. “Done.”

Thirty minutes later, as she bit blissfully into a slice of pepperoni-and-mushroom-flavored heaven, Sansa decided that perhaps reconsidering her type of guy was just as fair as considering Margaery’s apology.

The next afternoon, when Jon Snow called to let her know he’d retrieved her yellow roses from Harry Hardyng’s car and could give them back to her at either her dorm room or Hornwood House, whichever she would prefer, Sansa decided that considering wasn’t enough.

“I don’t want to see anything Hardyng gave me ever again,” she said, “so you can do what you want with the flowers. But I’d love to go to Hornwood House any time you want.”

And she did.

#jonxsansaff #jonxsansaff valentines #jon x sansa #modern college au #blind date au #jon snow #sansa stark #margaery tyrell #shameless scheming #my writing #one-shot fics

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