#jonsa is endgame

[thefandommama]

Midjourney is really out here putting in the work.

[starwarsprincess1986]

I’m sorry everyone, but I have to disagree with many of you. I loved the writing of GoT season 8. I’m completely alright with how it ended. I’ve been spending so many hours yesterday and today re-watched so many scenes in it, listening to the dialogue and comparing them to parallel scenes from the other 7 seasons and I think it was exactly what it needed to be. Jonsa foreshadowing has been there from the beginning, and it’s all there in season 8. “Ask me again in 10 years.” That’s what we’ll get with the Snow sequel backed by Kit Harington. I have complete faith in it. Kit knows, and HBO will milk us with it. I have full confidence. Jonsa is coming.

Bran looked at Sansa after she declared the North’s independence. He nodded at her like it was exactly the way to bring Jon back home to Winterfell. Just watch it again. Bran had the same look on his face when he gave Arya the Cat’s Paw dagger. He’s been seeing things going to happen when choices are made and the future set in motion. And Sansa smiles at Bran like she’s “seeing every battle” in her mind and she looks like she’s hatching a plan to bring Jon back home as well. I can’t un-see it!

[greenseerxofgondor]

I’ve arisen from the dead courtesy of the Lord of Light lol! Chapter 6 of my Jonsa fic “Vulpes Vulpes and Canis Lupus” is finally out after a year and a half absence! Thanks loves!

[alaynestcnes]

jon being a chronic sniffer with ygritte. and sansa being sweet smelling…….i am making connections grrm would never believe

[pixiecactus]

i don't ship jonrya (gendrya it's the one for me tbh) but i swear it bothers me so much that people in this fandom like to discard jonrya like something absurd, that really has no foundation in the books (i can only think of one jon's ships that is like this and it's not jonrya let me tell you) when we have time and time again in both of arya and jon's chapters actually shown how they are so devoted to eachother, making one of the strongest bonds in the entire series, even if you don't take the og outline (jonrya endgame) in consideration:

in agot:

"And Arya…he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. Arya never seemed to fit, no more than he had…yet she could always make Jon smile. He would give anything to be with her now, to muss up her hair once more and watch her make a face, to hear her finish a sentence with him."

and:

"She would have given anything if Jon had been here to call her “little sister” and muss her hair."

in acok:

"When at last she slept, she dreamed of home. The kingsroad wound its way past Winterfell on its way to the Wall, and Yoren had promised he’d leave her there with no one any wiser about who she’d been. She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon . . . but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her “little sister.” She’d tell him, “I missed you,” and he’d say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything."

and:

"As he rode, Jon peeled off his glove to air his burned fingers. Ugly things. He remembered suddenly how he used to muss Arya’s hair. His little stick of a sister. He wondered how she was faring. It made him a little sad to think that he might never muss her hair again. He began to flex his hand, opening and closing the fingers. If he let his sword hand stiffen and grow clumsy, it well might be the end of him, he knew. A man needed his sword beyond the Wall."

their current companions remind them of eachother:

“NO!” Arya and Gendry both said, at the exact same instant. Hot Pie quailed a little. Arya gave Gendry a sideways look. He said it with me, like Jon used to do, back in Winterfell. She missed Jon Snow the most of all her brothers.

and romantic interests too:

Ygritte trotted beside Jon as he slowed his garron to a walk. She claimed to be three years older than him, though she stood half a foot shorter; however old she might be, the girl was a tough little thing. Stonesnake had called her a “spearwife” when they’d captured her in the Skirling Pass. She wasn’t wed and her weapon of choice was a short curved bow of horn and weirwood, but “spearwife” fit her all the same. She reminded him a little of his sister Arya, though Arya was younger and probably skinnier. It was hard to tell how plump or thin Ygritte might be, with all the furs and skins she wore.

and i want to end with one of my favourite arya's quotes:

“I know where we could go,” Arya said. She still had one brother left. Jon will want me, even if no one else does. He’ll call me “little sister” and muss my hair. It was a long way, though, and she didn’t think she could get there by herself. She hadn’t even been able to reach Riverrun. “We could go to the Wall.”

so... no, the idea of jon x arya is not strange at all actually

[youngglittersoul]

My story of becoming a Jonsa stan. (I know that no one is asking but seriously I need help moving on from this ship.)

I binged watched GOT this August 2022 before school started. I never really thought about Jonsa as a romantic pairing while watching because I was trying to finish all the seasons in a week. Then one day, I remembered the Jonsa reunion scene and when I re-watched it I thought that the scene was oddly romantic. I suddenly searched "Does Jon have a thing for red heads?" because Ygritte and Ros couldn't have been coincidences. Then, I re-watched every Jonsa scene and realized that they had intense romantic chemistry. I became obsessed with finding out if other people saw the same thing I saw and got introduced to Tumblr. It turns out I wasn't delusional and lots of people shipped them. I read so many amazing metas and analysis of their relationship in the show and their parallels in the books in here. Everything just made sense ever since I read about the book parallels and foreshadowing. Eventually, I created this account for the sake of liking every Jonsa post in existence (In two days, Tumblr told me "you crazy for liking 1000 posts"). I watch their scenes on YouTube religiously as if doing that would change GOT's ending and make them endgame (I've been reading a lot of AO3 fics to cope). I can't remember a ship that has affected me this way. I know they are a fictional couple but I can't move on. It's been over 2 months of me obsessing over them. I just want them to be happy and have many babies on the Jon Snow sequel and the last books. Lord please forgive me for shipping incest, but they really look good together.

[darklinaforever]

Me, when I see people shipping Gwyn & Azriel (Gwynriel), Elain & Lucien (Elucien), Sophie & Fitz (Sophitz), Shuri & Riri (Shuriri), Jon & Sansa (Jonsa), Wednesday & Xavier (Wavier / Wenvier), Elora & Kit, The Doctor & Donna, Feyre & Tamlin (Feylin), Stiles & Malia (Stalia), Katniss & Gale, Glimmer & Adora (Glimmadora), Dawson & Joey, Addie & Henry, Finn & Rey (Finrey), Rhaenyra & Harwin (Rhaewin), Rhaenyra & Alicent (Rhaenicent), Daemon & Mysaria, Daemon & Laena, Daemon & Nettles, Ross & Rachel (Roschel), Mal & Alina (Malina), Mai & Zuko (Maiko), Katara & Aang (Kataang) :

[rise-my-angel]

My favourite thing when writing for hotgw, now that I'm so far into the story that the in universe timeline has reached winter, is outlining a scene where I go "Maybe there is an adjacent late show scene I could use as a point of comparison for my dialouge."

Only to pull up any season 7 episode transcript and instantly close it like, "I could smash the keyboard with my face and write better dialouge then this. Nevermind."

[welldonebeca]

The Things We Do For Love (Epilogue)

WC: 2.1k words Warnings: Fluff. Kids. Time Skip. Smut. Breeding kink. Dirty talk. Rough sex. 

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Theon pressed his seal onto the freshly melted wax with his symbol, just done with his letter to his sister when he heard the sound of running steps in the library.

It made him feel both young and old at the same time, the sound of those steps. Theon remembered being just a ward of the Starks, hearing the young Stark boys playing. Now, as Prince Theon, there were very different little steps of little Stark boys coming after him.

"Come on, B'an!" little Robb said in a hurried tone. "You are so slow."

"Ah!" a panted babble followed him.

He shook his head, placing the message aside and pushing his chair back, knowing already that his lap was going to be occupied in a moment.

In just a few seconds, his two little boys rushed through the doorway and ran in his direction.

Little Robb was the spitting imagine of his uncle and namesake, a beautiful boy with red hair and round pink cheeks, full of energy. He had wept when he held him for the first time, sat right beside Sansa on her bed.

He treasured his first boy like the gift and bless he was for their family, and when Brandon came along, he was just as happy. His second son was named after his King uncle, a boy with dark locks, but bright blue Tully eyes. Sansa preached high and low of how he looked more and more like his father every day, but he had more of Ned Stark on him every time Theon looked at him.

Robb had just reached his third nameday - people from all over the North were expected to come in just a few days to celebrate it, and he was just answering Yara’s letter, where she was apologising for her absence - and was already speaking fast and very clearly. That meant, however, that he had very little patience for his one-year-old brother, who was still just babbling.

“Ah-ee!” Brandon squealed - his attempt at saying Daddy - as he waddled over to Theon with little Robb walking not far behind, ever so careful with his little brother, and he placed his youngest on his lap, peppering his full cheeks with kisses while his heir slammed his small body over his father excitedly.

“Daddy!” he exclaimed, jumping to sit on his opposite leg, and Theon picked him up, doing the same to his face and smiling as he giggled.

“And what are my boys doing at the library when they should be napping?” he asked.

“I saw unca Jon!” he whispered loudly. “He said it is a secret.”

Theon frowned. Jon?

He shouldn’t be here so early, he was coming for the party.

“Uncle Jon, Robb?” he brushed his messy hair back. “Are you sure?”

Jon was a stable on their children’s lives. Twice a year, he came to visit them - first in secret, and then publicly - and was very loved by their children and their people. He wondered if the boys knew what kind of uncle he was, that he was special, but he knew they loved him very much.

Theon didn’t like lying to his children, but it was his own burden to carry. It was best that they thought it was a dream, that their uncle wasn’t here yet. He wanted the boys to know and understand, but they were too young, so he had to brace himself, like Ned Stark would have done, and let them live with their illusion.

“Looks like someone really needs a nap,” he teased little Robb, ticking his belly. “You are daydreaming already!”

His son pouted.

“But I did see him! He was down in the c’ypts!” he argued. “Tell him B’an!”

Theon looked at Brandon, who just just gurgled and giggled, lacking any defence for his brother.

“The crypts?” he forced a frown. “I see now! You didn’t see uncle Jon. You saw grandpa Ned!”

His son’s eyes widened.

“G’andpa Ned?” he repeated.

“You see,” he stood up, carrying them, trying to come up with a good lie. “Uncle Jon looks very much like Grandpa Ned. And sometimes, Grandpa Ned comes to visit his grandsons, to see why they are alone in the crypts and protect them from anyone who might come!”

Little Rob’s face became fearful.

“Wike a white?” he asked.

Theon squeezed him closer, protectively. He was too too young to know the meaning of that word, but tales travel all around Winterfell. It would be impossible to hide that from them.

He shook his head quickly.

“No, no,” he assured quickly. “Not like a white, my boy.

He reached for this face, and caressed it.

“You know what our family says, right? What is dead…

“May never die,” he completed his sentence.

Theon nodded, smiling.

“His spirit is here with us,” he told him. “Guarding his children and the children of his children, like when I was your age. But it’s a family secret.”

His son stared at him with big, wide eyes, the same he saw as his mother.

“That’s why he said it was a sec’et!” he exclaimed, looking at Bran.

Theon nodded, smiling.

“Exactly,” he kissed his temple.

“Why does he do that?” Robb asked.

He breathed in, looking for an answer, carrying them in the direction of the nursery.

“Because Eddard Stark was the most noble man I knew. He would and did everything to protect his family,” he told him. “And he knows little boys aren’t supposed to be alone in the crypts.”

Robb blushed red, and he kissed his cheek as Bran yawned, head falling on his shoulder.

“I want to be like that for you,” he pushed the door opened.

He rested a hand on his oldest’s back, placing Brandon on his bed, smiling as he fell right into sleep.

“I think you’re very on’ble, daddy,” he spoke lazily as he placed him on his bed, but he squeezed him. “No, daddy. B’an’s bed.”

Theon chuckled, shaking his head.

Oh, yes. His boys were always sneaking onto each other’s beds.

“Alright,” he walked back to Brandon’s bed, and placing Robb on it.

His oldest scooped his little brother close, cuddling him, and his eyes filled up with tears as he watched them, and his oldest felt right into sleep.

He stayed there for a moment, watching them breathe slowly. They were going to grow up happy and together, like their uncles. Theon was making sure of that.

Finally, he got up to investigate their story, walking to their family wing, where he knew Sansa was waiting.

Theon could hear hushed sounds from his wife’s room when he walked into their shared middle room, and didn’t even need to open her before hearing a little whimper from her, and a gasp. Yep, Jon was here alright.

When he did open the door, he wasn’t surprised to find her all leaning over a table, with her ass up and Jon hammering into her, fingers pushed through her hair for support.

He could swear the bastard was becoming more and more like a wildling those past few years, creeping into their home to lay with his wife. It was a good thing she liked it too.

“You didn’t wait for me?” he asked, not surprised.

Jon smirked, grunting.

“Oh, I wanted to,” he pulled a little more on her hair. “But our cum slut here was rubbing herself on me so much. I couldn’t deny her.”

Sansa’s eyes opened at the sound of his voice, and she moaned louder at the sight of her husband.

“Theon,” she cried out.

He walked to her, lowering himself to kiss her lips.

“Are you having fun, my slutty queen?” he asked softly.

Theon made her stand up enough to have access to her full tits, and smirked to realise Jon had tore her shift, and pinched her nipples.

“Was my wife’s cunt so irresistible you almost got caught by the boys, snow?” he teased him, reaching between her legs.

Sansa gasped as he pinched her bud, turning to Jon.

“What?” she exclaimed. “The boys saw you?”

He wasn’t even affected.

“Don’t worry,” Jon fucked her faster. “They are young.”

Theon hummed.

“I handled it,” he reassured her, bragging a little bit as he tore her shift completely, watching her naked body. “At least one of us needs to get our head away from between our legs.”

Sansa giggled and Jon just scoffed as he fucked her, and Theon just made sure to play with her more.

“Every day before Robb’s nameday I’ll fuck you and fill you up,” he promised her. “Until your pretty womb is full and growing with our baby.”

His wife mewled, squirming and moving her hips, trying to get more of his touches.

Theon was half sure they had awoken the inner wolf - or dragon, or whatever - inside Jon once he saw Sansa pregnant for the first time. It was during her nameday, his first official visit to Winterfell, and it was hard to hide how he looked like just wanted to fuck her right at the big table she was seated on.

That night, he had simply devoured her cunt, and only been careful with her because he didn’t want to hurt the baby.

“Please, Jon,” she whined, pulling Theon close. “Inside me. Cum inside me.”

He kissed her lips, moving his fingers away, and she nearly growled into his lips.

“Theon,” Sansa pleaded.

“I know you can cum only with his cock, my slutty queen,” he hummed, caressing her hair. “You can make yourself so messy…”

She cried, squirming, and he simply moved his fingers to her breasts, pinching them, watching her face.

“Won’t you do it, my queen?” he teased her. “Cum on his cock, wet it with your slutty juices?”

“I don’t know, Theon. She’s been very greedy with her orgasms,” Jon remarked. “Sneaking a hand to play with herself, so bratty.”

Sansa turned right to him, snapping.

“I’m the queen!” she argued.

Theon just chuckled, feeling something stirring inside as she watched Jon pulling her hair to growl himself into her ear.

“And I am the king,” he reminded her.

Jon grabbed wrapped his around her waist, and looked over a Theon before biting her earlobe, fucking fast and hard into her, and his wife’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, and her lips fell open as she cried.

“Now fucking cum,” he commanded, brute and merciless. “Cum for your King, whore of the North.”

Sansa cried out, trembling and shaking, and watched as she gushed from between her legs, and he kissed her lips as Jon moaned behind her, filling her up hungrily, and let him carry her to bed, following the two, caressing her face as he kissed her shoulder.

“You are getting better at that, Snow,” he quipped as he scooped closer to them, pulled by Sansa.

His wife whined, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

“What can I say?” he chuckled, caressing her body. “I got some good teachers.”

Jon spooned Sansa closer and kissed her neck, and then looked at him again.

“How are the boys?” he asked. “I tried not to say anything when they saw me, just… stood there and put a finger over my lips to keep them quiet, and walked into the crypts.”

Theon hummed, nodding.

“Not a lot of change,” he confessed. “Brandon is still babbling but little Robb is very curious, he’s already picked up reading fast.”

Jon smiled, proud.

“And they think they saw the ghost of Lord Stark in the crypts,” he added. “So… maybe try to keep that up if anything happens.”

He chuckled a bit.

“I guess I’m already a walking ghost,” he joked.

Theon watched Sansa reaching back, and she placed her hand over his.

“You are still Jon to us,” she told him.

Jon moved their hands, so they would rest on her stomach, and Theon placed his over them.

"I hope it is a girl this time," she spoke gently.

"If that is what you want, your grace, then it shall be," he hummed and kissed her lips softly.

When he moved back, Jon did the same.

"We can always try again," he promised her. "Again and again..."

Sansa scoffed playfully.

"I'll be pregnant so many times that I'll just end up as a fat Queen!"

"And you will still be the most beautiful woman in all Westeros," he growled quickly. "Nothing is ever going to change that."

"We'll always be the luckiest men to have you as our lady," Jon added, kissing her shoulder.

Sansa smiled at them, sweet and teasing as ever.

"I know," she giggled. "I just love heating you saying."

Theon shook his head.

The little minx.

"I think I speak for us both when I say we'll always do so," Jon assured her.

Theon smirked and kissed her forehead.

"Always."

. . .

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[fearthhereaper]

the year of 2024 and i'm still in my jonsa feelings and still as convinced as ever that they'll be an endgame in the books

[babybells123]

“The wind was howling fiercely. It sounds like a wolf, thought Sansa. A ghost wolf, big as mountains.” (AFCC, Alayne II)

Is such an insane quote to me. All I can think of is how GRRM had no reason to put that in if not for literary thematic reasons. The phrase also works so incredibly well for GRRM’s self proclaimed style of subconscious foreshadowing, and using a literary sleight of hand when it comes to planting seeds. (I.e whilst he’s placing in hints and clues he’s waving his other hand with some flashy wording).

So the thing with a lot of Jonsa clues is that it lives between the lines . It lives in this implicit subconscious place that you’d only pick up on if *critically* reading. It’s what you pick up on through re-reads , and you have to be unbiased, open to anything and willing to look - and then it’s quite literally screaming off the page and you cannot unsee it.

The issue with the majority of the fandom, is that they refuse to see it. They claim “no narrative basis!!” You guys are reaching … but are willing to accept targaryen imagery in Sansa’s chapters as long as it relates to fAegon. Or the blue rose in the wall of ice meaning that J/D are the fated soul lovers of the saga etc etc.

The primary quote that is used by J/D shippers is Jon’s death and the link to the wolf howl with Dany.

I’m not one of those asoiaf fans who kicks and screams , denying any semblance of foreshadowing for other ships. You do you. (I have a problem with the people who choose to be condescending and towards my ship, which happens to Jonsa’s a lot since it’s quite niche compared to J/D). I can acknowledge all the foreshadowing for J/D, I saw it from ACOK - but the difference is that I don’t view it as overtly positive and as an endgame fated romance.

What is interesting to me is that the GA will overemphasise this quote as absolute proof that J/D are endgame, (I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read it on Tiktok, reddit, Twitter etc) though they are quick to dismiss literally anything else….even a very very similar quote with uniquely distinct phrasing because it can’t be !! It’s a delusional ‘reach.’

The Dany quote in question:

“Off in the distance, a wolf howled. The sound made her feel sad and lonely but no less hungry.” (ADWD Daenerys X) .

Later in that chapter she embraces ‘fire and blood.’ So to me, the hunger represents both a physical absence and insatiable desires which she will soon embrace and no longer reject - she’ll likely sail to Westeros in TWOW. I actually love this interpretation of the quote, though it seems rather in the minority for the GA. Is it foreshadowing ? I believe non-J/D shippers can absolutely agree on that. But it doesn’t seem an overly positive quote that suggests everlasting romance. I mean, the fact that she hears it in the distance, so it isn’t a loud sound, and though it despairs her, she’s more concerned with that ‘hunger.’ It’s interesting word-play from GRRM as there are obvious double meanings to the quote.

And you know what ? I’m intrigued to see where he goes with that - I’m far more enamoured by potential conflict - though conflict is never without its complexity of course . See I do find J/D compelling, and I see the appeal that the GA finds, - I used to like the it in the past because of fanart and edits. I then just realised that J/S are far subtler, but make more sense and tie together beautifully in terms of thematics, parallels, and characterisations . In terms of J/D I’ve realised I’m more interested in a uniquely conflicting dynamic rather than the conventional hero boy x hero girl saves the world . I’m all on board for GRRM subverting that tired tired fantasy trope and giving us something else - unexpected - raw, beautiful, (angsty) and unequivocally there since the beginning. Here’s a hint; starts with J and has 5 letters.

Okay I went on way too much of a ramble here !!! Back to Sansa’s quote.

“The wind was howling fiercely. It sounds like a wolf, thought Sansa. A ghost wolf, big as mountains.” (AFCC, Alayne II)

GA pass over Sansa’s line which is simultaneously subtle and visceral. And it’s easy to do so, because it’s in AFFC - but then that’s a perfect way for GRRM to weave something in. Sansa is physically surrounded by mountains in her chapter, just as the fierce howling is an overwhelming presence. Jon dies and calls for Ghost in his last chapter - it could be around the same time - Ghost reacting to Jon’s death, grieving over him. it’s also a ‘ghost’ because something (someone) important to Sansa has perished. Someone she hadn’t thought of in a long time and was only just reminded of.

“A ghost wolf big as mountains” “howling fiercely.” Ghost wolf. Did George need to specify that it was a GHOST wolf in the exact same chapter where Sansa is consciously thinking of how sweet it’d be to see Jon again? After not thinking of him in 2 books?? And then once more lamenting “that could never be.”

Now I’m primarily analysing this quote through a Jonsa lens, but both ^ the Dany and Sansa quote also allude to Jon’s sheer importance to the narrative - his loss is profound, and his resurrection will be even more so.

[thefandommama]

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

[starwarsprincess1986]

*oops* maybe just one more chapter

*updated…again*

completed…maybe?

I’ve never written any fanfiction before, and I probably won’t ever again, but I needed to get this fantasy inside my head out and written down, and I wanted to share it. It’s not edited, and it’s more dialogue than anything else. Sorry, I keep thinking that it’s done, then I think of something else. Is this how others feel when they write fanfics?

The Prince that was Promised

Jonsa pairing, pre-canon crush, TV Show universe, Post season 8, mixed with book canon, Jon Snow’s real name is Aemon, potential Snow/kit Harington sequel, Tormund Giantsbane, and Celia from the Celia-verse make an appearance.

Chapter 1

King Crow and the Three-Eyed Raven

Jon was preparing a place to start a fire, when a black raven from the sky suddenly dipped down and flew right towards his face.

He threw his arms up to cover his face, and then he felt sharp talons lightly gripping his hair, the raven finding a perch on top of his head like a heavy crown.

Tormund cackled.

“It’s King Crow, come to perch on his throne.”

“Snow,” the raven cawed.

It jumped down to Jon’s left shoulder and pecked at his ear. “Snow,” it cawed again.

Then, unmistakably it said, “Jon Snow.”

Jon quit moving to stare at the raven.

“Bran?”He whispered to himself.

“Winterfell. Help. Jon Snow. Help. Winterfell. Now, now, now,” it cawed, as it pushed off from his shoulder, flying away to the south. Towards Winterfell.

Tormund was quiet, just watching Jon look after the raven as it flew.

And then Jon was moving, and then he was running, and Tormund was smiling like he knew what was happening.

————

As they rode towards the open gates of Winterfell, Jon was looking all around him trying to see anything that could tell him what he’d be up against. Tormund took the lead and his horse through the gates leaving Jon at his flanks. All seemed well within the walls of Winterfell. Nothing out of order. People coming and going about their business. On their way down from beyond the Wall there hadn’t been any rumors or any talk of things going badly. But there was talk of there being a gathering at Winterfell. Jon was on edge with not knowing.

Tormund handed his reins to the man working the stables and dismounted his horse and started walking towards the great keep like everyone here was expecting him to arrive. Jon looked at the stableman, recognizing him as he reached for his reins, but realizing the stableman hadn’t also recognized who Jon was. He just took the reins, waited for Jon to dismount, and then led the horse away to put him up in the stables.

Tormund had stopped, waiting for Jon to catch up a bit before continuing on. They entered the great hall. There were people busy working inside, making preparations for what looked like would be a very large feast. Sansa Stark, the Queen in the North, was also in the hall, and her eyes had no trouble seeing Tormund’s large stature strut in her direction.

“Tormund Giantsbane, you’re earlier than I expected.”

“You’ll forgive me, I brought you a gift, Your Grace.”

“A gift? There’s no need for any gifts for this gather-“

She’d seen that another man was with Tormund, but just like the stableman, she had not recognized him, not immediately. Now she really looked at him.

“Jon,” she said breathlessly.

And then she practically threw herself into his arms, Jon catching her and squeezing her tight.

“Where have you been? Look at you, you look like Tormund,” she said as she ran her hands in his hair, and scraggly beard, like she couldn’t believe he was really there in Winterfell, needing to touch him and make sure he was real. Jon’s face broke into a smile at all her attention.

“Ugh, you smell awful like him too.

You’ll need a bath, and you look like you haven’t had a proper meal. Celia,” she addressed a maid standing nearby, “have a bath drawn up in Jon chambers, he’ll need his head and beard trimmed too, and have some food set up in my solar.”

“Sansa.”

She had not let go of Jon, her hands still on his shoulders.

“There was a raven, from Bran, he said Winterfell needed me. What do you need me to do?”

Sansa let her hands fall from his shoulders, taking a small step back from him. Looking nervous all of a sudden.

“Get cleaned up first, the both of you, and fill your bellies with something…and then I’ll explain it all to you.”

“Jon. You’re not going to like what it is. Even less on an empty stomach.”

And she left the hall with trepidation on her face and Celia following behind her.

King Crow in His Bathwater

Jon heard the door open again to his room.

“I said I didn’t want-Sansa!

You shouldn’t be in here!”

“I would not be, had you not sent Celia away. You cannot very well cut your own hair and expect it to look presentable. Have you washed your hair already?”

Jon shakes his head, his eyes still wide from shock.

“Well then, lean your head back.” Sansa’s hands gently touch his shoulders.

She sits down on the stool left by Celia.

“I’m a man of the Night’s Watch Sansa, you shouldn’t have sent a maid in here to help me bathe.”

“Celia’s not a maid. She’s my personal assistant, and you are not a man of the Night’s Watch anymore, you were pardoned well over a year ago and no one at Castle Black has seen a hair on your head since you left with Tormund and the free folk.”

Jon groans from the sensation of Sansa’s fingers rubbing suds into his scalp.

“How long has it been?”

“How long-has what been?”

“Since you’ve last washed, or another person has washed your hair since it looks like you’ve forgotten how it’s done?”

Jon chuckles “I haven’t forgotten, and no one’s done it for me, not since Old Nan told me I was old enough to do it myself.”

Sansa takes her time, enjoying the subtle noises Jon was making. She cannot help but notice how other parts of Jon were responding too.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

Jon is also quite aware of how he is responding to her attention. He hopes very much that Sansa is focused on her task and remains unaware.

“You shouldn’t be in here attending to me Sansa.”

“Because I am a woman, and you a man?”

“Aye… I’m not your brother anymore.”

“You were never my brother to begin with, Jon. Not really…but you are family, and I have some experience washing the hair of an unruly cousin in his bathwater, so stop worrying about propriety.”

Jon turns his head and looks at her skeptically, his right eyebrow lifted higher than the other. “Oh really?”

“Yes. My cousin, Robert Arryn, when he was small. After his mother was gone, little Robin refused to be bathed unless I did it. Quite unruly, like you’re being now. And you’re small too. Small enough anyway, I am taller than you.”

Jon is so surprised by Sansa’s teasing he can only laugh.

There is a smaller metal wash tub on the floor, and Sansa scoots it with her foot just beneath where Jon’s head is tilted back. She uses a small pitcher and pours water over Jon’s head to rinse, the water splattering into the small wash tub instead of the floor. She combs through his now clean, but knotted hair. The sensation of it causes the back of Jon’s neck and the tops of his arms to break out in goose pimples. Before long though, the tangles are all combed through.

“Hold still now, while I cut this ridiculously long hair. There’s more here than little Robin ever had.”

The first lock falls to collect into the small tub below with the rinse water. It piles up as Sansa snips his hair away, her leaving a more pleasing length of hair on his head. Not too short, but just long enough to be pulled back if he needed.

She stood and picked up the stool she sat on and moved it to the side of the large bathtub and sat down again, then reached to gently turn Jon’s face towards her. She began to work suds into his beard to clean it as she had with his hair. Jon’s eyes had nowhere to go but her face. Sansa was focused on the matted hair on his face, so his eyes wandered over all her beautiful features. Her lovely blue eyes, her rosy cheeks. She dowsed his head with more water to rinse the suds away and he had to blink his eyes closed. He felt soft fabric being pressed on his face. Sansa blotted his face dry and his eyes opened again and they landed on her mouth.

“Your beard might give me more trouble.”

As Sansa spoke, Jon tore his eyes away from her alluring lips back up to her eyes again.

“Young Robin had no whiskers to speak of, so you’ll have to hold very still…and hold this too.” She handed Jon a large wooden bowl to hold under his chin to catch the trimmings.

Jon did indeed hold very still, and fought to keep his eyes on Sansa’s instead of the rosy pink petals of her lips that he had just now seemed to have discovered and he tried to discipline his thoughts away from wondering if they felt just as soft as rose petals.

He focused on the snipping sound of the clippers, hoping they would cut the offending thoughts away too.

“There,” she said with the last bit of beard clipped. “There he is,” she said as she softly ran her fingers through his now shorter beard. “There’s the Jon Snow I know and love.”

Jon’s eyes hand wandered and they now shot and locked onto Sansa’s and his heart felt like it had suddenly stopped beating only for it to begin pounding against his chest like it wanted to escape from inside his ribs and chase the words Sansa had just uttered.

“You’ve been hiding under all that black dirt and wild hair. It’s so good to see you again.”Her thumb was stroking his cheek. “Welcome home Jon. I’ve missed you…terribly.”

Jon felt like he’d been holding his breath forever and he inhaled a gulp full of air.

“Now, let us get you out of that tub and get you dressed and fed,” She says as she stands to retrieve a large towel folded neatly near the tub. She rung it out and held it with her arms spreading wide. Jon just stared at her, unmoving. He knew if he stood up from the bathwater now she’d see just how excited his body was from all her attention. Sansa stretched her arms a little higher, lifting the towel high enough to hide her eyes from him, allowing him a small amount of privacy to stand and not be seen by her.

Jon shot out of the tub swiftly, knowing hesitation was not always your friend. When Sansa saw Jon’s feet peeking out from below where she held the towel, she lowered it an inch and her eyes immediately found his, his head only a foot away from hers. He raised his hands to lay hold and remove the towel from her hands, and he quickly wrapped it around the front of his waist, hoping to hide his erection. As soon as Sansa’s hands were freed from the towel, she reached towards the old wound on Jon’s chest that marked his death. Her eyes were transfixed by it, her hands raised to lightly touch it for the briefest of moments, then she quickly turned and picked up another towel and reached to wipe and pat his torso dry. She worked the towel up into his hair. When she was satisfied, she turned and brought a clean shirt up to his head and pushed it over while his hands were still occupied holding the towel close around his lower half. Their eyes met again when Jon’s head emerged from the top of the shirt. Jon would have to let go of the towel to put is arms through the sleeves. To prevent him having to drop the towel on the floor, He pulled his left arm through first, his right hand still cinching the towel closed around himself. He traded his left hand for his right, pulling his right arm through the last sleeve, and the shirt fell down around his waist, concealing his hands that now both held tightly to the towel around his waist. Sansa reached again to the pile of clean clothes, and held out to Jon new smallclothes and trousers. He took them with his right hand, his eyes never leaving hers, until Sansa turned again and walked a little ways to the window and stopped and stood at attention looking out, her hands resting behind her on the small of her back. Jon looked at her a little longer, then realized she would wait for him to finish dressing on his own. He quickly put on the smallclothes and then pulled up and laced the front of his new trousers, all while keeping his eyes on Sansa. He was nervous she might think him done already and turn around too soon and catch a glimpse of his condition. She continued to look out the window even after he was done with his lacings.

“I’m decent.” His voice was hoarse.

Sansa slowly turned her head, showing a little caution of her own, before fully turning her whole body and walking back towards the remaining pile of clothes. She approached Jon again and helped him into a tunic, and as she laced up the front, his eyes followed her hands and then he caught sight of the Direwolf emblem. He stopped her hands with his own, and their eyes met once again.

“I’m not a Stark, Sansa.”

“Yes you are.”

Sansa pulled one of her hands free and placed it over Jon’s beating heart.

“Right here, where it really matters.”

Jon took a deep breath to steady himself. Sansa’s eyes told him she would not listen to anymore of his contradictory remarks.

“Are you ever going to tell me why I’m here?”His voice still rough, but now it was from holding back all the emotion swirling inside him.

“What manner of help is Winterfell in that you need me? Dressed like this?”

Sansa quietly sighs before she replies.

“Put you boots on and meet me in the solar. And don’t take too much longer, otherwise all the food that’s been laid out will be gone. Tormund’s been sitting waiting in there for me for almost an hour now, while I’ve been in here with you. When you’ve eaten something and are more settled, then we‘ll all talk.”

The Queen, a Crow, and a Wildling All Sit Down Together

“The Northmen will begin gathering in Winterfell to council with me in a fortnight.

I’ve been receiving messages of how soon some of them will be arriving. One of the items of business will be the succession of the Northern crown. It always is. The Lord’s have been hounding me to either marry or name a high lord as heir.

I’ve been reminded incessantly that House Stark will die with me if I don’t marry again and produce an heir to carry it forward.

Arya is gallivanting the western seas. She would sooner drown than marry to have children. And Bran is King of the six kingdoms unable to reproduce and has the benefits of starting a new tradition of voting for succession. So you see-“

“You cannot name me your heir, Sansa. I’m Targaryen by blood and birth and any children i might have if I married would be too. And the Northern Lord’s would not accept a Targaryen with the northern crown, not after everything that’s happened.”

“I know that better than anyone Jon. You misunderstand me. I have no intention of naming you my heir. As I am the only Stark in position to carry on my House, any husband I take would have to forsake their house name and take mine as their own. There are very few men left from the last war and many houses lost, and those that have survived are not exactly willing to let their house die to join another, and those desperate enough are untrustworthy, there are no second sons for me to choose from.”

Jon stared intently at Sansa, waiting to hear what her plan of solution would be, he had no doubt she had thought of something. But his concern for her was real, he himself could not see anyway for Sansa to avoid another marriage. He hadn’t a clue to how he was to help her in all of this. He would be blindsided by what she said next.

“I have been selfless in everything the north has required of my ruling, but I cannot be selfless in this decision. I know it is selfish of me to ask for your help, but I must be selfish. The very thought of a third marriage to another stranger fills me with bile; I cannot stomach it. And even if I could find someway to do it, I still cannot take the risk. As great as the northern houses are, they have their own agendas and ambitions, and I cannot risk the fate of Winterfell and all the north to the chance of scheming and plots to dispose of me once a viable heir is born. My best option, my only real option, is to marry you.”

Jon stood up in surprise, his eyes wide with more surprise.

“I would not be plagued with doubts of your loyalty to House Stark, you’ve proven it over and over again. I would not be fearful of my life, or have to bear the burden of a cruel husband, for you are anything but cruel. You’re not a stranger to me, and I know you have enough love for me to be gentle with me, and I’ve argued with you enough times to know you’d never strike me when your angry with me. You’re the only man I can trust with all of it. The North. House Stark. And Me.”

Sansa felt she was grasping with desperation. Jon hadn’t said anything, or moved for quite a long time now from where he stood. He just stood there staring in disbelief.

Tormund had been forgotten and was still sitting and eating, had been listening, and watching both of them back and forth, getting almost dizzy and lost to what was happening before him. But he believed he might be catching on. He’d been around lords and ladies much more and he felt he’d managed to gain a little cleverness of his own. Sansa needed Stark babies. And she was asking Jon to give her some.

“You said before that you accepted the northern crown because the North was your home. You said that in front of me and all the northmen in the great hall. You said the north was part of you and that you’d never stop fighting for it no matter the odds. And the odds are against the north again. This time with me. Will you hold true to those words once again? Will you accept my proposal, and help me…build House Stark? There must always be a Stark in Winterfell.”

“You cannot be serious…The northern lord’s will not approve…”

“The Northern Lord’s will war with each other again to be the first to sign the marriage contract, knowing that the end of House Targaryen will be wiped from all of Westeros with a stroke of a pen instead of a sword. They don’t have it in them to slay dragons. House Targaryen is a House thought dead, but you are still living and the threat is still too close for them. They want the threat of House Targaryen gone forever, but they have no interest in killing the man who saved them all from eternal oblivion. That’s why you were sent to the Night’s Watch. It was the only way to keep you safe. It was always meant to be temporary. You belong in the north. The Night’s Watch is in the North and the North is independent of the rest of Westeros. This is your home. You would no longer carry the name Aemon Targaryen or even the bastard name of Jon Snow. You are a Stark, Jon, and I’d like very much to have you accept it and make it true.”

“You honor me, Sansa. Truly you do. As any northern lord would be honored to marry the most beautiful woman in all the north, but-“

“Horseshit.”

Jon had never in all his life heard a lady swear.

“Yes, they’d feel honored, but only for as long as my pretty face and my pretty soft hands are all they ever see. Once they see the rest of me, when they expect to bed their beautiful wife, what they’ll see is what Ramsey left for any man who would dare try to bed his bride. what they will see, they wouldn’t feel honored anymore, and what they’ll see won’t inspire any gentleness either.

I cannot force you to marry me, nor will I continue to try and persuade you. I’ll have your answer in a fortnight. Please give me the courtesy of at least appearing to consider it.”

Sansa stands to remove herself from the room.

“You’ll have to excuse me Tormund. We’ll discuss the free folk later. I’m tired.”

And she leaves the room as a queen usually does. Like a Queen.

Tormund looks at Jon.

“What’s the matter with you, little crow?”

“That red shewolf is begging you to fuck her and give her little wolf cubs. She won’t have much luck with Ghost, even if she tries. If she had been asking me, I wouldn’t have left her panting and waiting. I’d have sat her up on that table there and put my mouth on her and have her ready before she was even done talking. And with you sitting here to watch me do it.”

Jon’s nose flared with warning at him. His fists clenching.

“She’s my sister, Tormund.”

“Cousin. She’s been howling long and loud to everyone who will hear that you’re her cousin. You southerners like to marry and fuck your family. If I had a cousin that looked as red as her, I might too. Us gingers are lucky, don’t forget. the shewolf only wants your little black pecker pecking at her, she’s too afraid of getting mauled by anything bigger. That Bolton bastard was a vile cocksucker, didn’t know the right hole to put his bastard cock. She needs a man who’s good with his mouth and hands and knows just where to put it. She’s heard me tell the story of how you turned cloak and found your way into a wild red free woman’s cunt. You also had that southern Dragon Queen follow on your heels all the way up here to offer her this cold shit castle if she’d help save us all from death. The Red Wolf thinks it was your pretty face and little soft cock that did it, but we both know it’s because you knelt for the dragon queen. Played the fool, to fool the mother of those fire breathing monsters that we needed to win. Like you did old Mance Raider.”

“Now, I sat here and listened to her begging you. She’s not commanding you to kneel for her. She’s begging you, real nice like too. Wants to call you a Stark. You know you want it. You’ve been wearing all those feathers again for too long, you’ve forgotten how good it feels to be free, and have your teeny cock inside a beautiful woman who wants you.”

“Tormund.…. why are you even fucking here anyways?”

“I have business with the Red Wolf of Winterfell. She said I needed to bring her a little black crow to her first. She had a message needing delivered but no bird to give it to. She has some castles that need filling but no free folk to fill them up with either. She sent men high and low all around the true north looking for just the right black bird, making promises to all the free folk who would help her. She’s been making arrangements to fulfill some of those promises, and I’m here to collect them with a black bird in tow. He’s just the right size it seems, to carry her message. Had I been more clever and known what her message was about and how desperate she really was to deliver it, I’d have dangled the little crow’s whereabouts a little while longer and gotten more promises out her. Now, are you really going to keep her waiting a whole fucking fortnight, or are you going to pull that small pecker of yours out and get to work, eh little king Crow?”

*Knock Knock*

“Come in.”

Jon enters the solar they use to share when he was king. The first thing that catches Jon’s eyes is Sansa’s red hair. It’s down and free like she’d been preparing for bed. Jon is hypnotized by the red glow reflecting from the candles. Memory of her soft hands washing his body invaded his mind. She’d said she was tired before, so she must have just finished resting not too long ago.

“Are you here to tell me that you’re leaving Winterfell?”

“No. I’ve come to talk to you.”

“About?”

“About what you blindsided me with.”

“You have plenty of time to think about it. There’s nothing more we need to discuss, I’ve imparted all the important details to you, all that is left now is for you to determine if you can stomach the idea of marriage to me. It’s your choice, Jon.”

“We cannot even be certain this plan of yours will even work. I’m a dead man walking, brought back by some evil blood magic. There’s no real way of knowing beforehand if I can even get you with child-“

“You can.”

“And how are you so sure, Sansa? I’ve no bastards to speak of…I’ve only ever been with two women, and they are both dead.”

“Because Bran can see the future, and he told you through a raven he’d warged with that Winterfell needed your help. I’ve not spoken to Bran about this, he’s half a world away from me, I’ve only discussed this with Maester Wolkan, which means Bran has been spying on my private conversations, and this is the only thing I need your help with. Bran would not have bothered to find you for me and then send you to help me if it were not possible.”

“Alright.”

“Alright what? What do you mean by, Alright!?”

“I will agree to your proposal.”

“That’s it? You are agreeing to my proposal …because of Bran!?”

“What does it matter why or how I agree to it?

I’ve accepted it. Your getting what you want.”

“Well, now I’m questioning myself if this is really what I want. We hardly ever agree on anything, the only thing we seem to be very good at is arguing with each other.”

“Then we’re off to a good start. You might not have seen them do it, but Lord Stark and Lady Catelyn argued quite a lot, and most of it was about me too. They were better about it the more children they had.”

Sansa stood and approached Jon, stopping just in front of him.

“Are you mocking me, Jon?”

“No, of course I’m not mocking ya, Sansa.

This is what you want, isn’t it? You don’t look very happy about it. Why are you not happy?”

“You really mean it? You will marry me…and give me children?”

“Aye. I just said I would.”

She embraces him. Holding him tightly, her face tucked into his neck. Jon is very confused. He wraps his arms around her, holding her to him. He feels like he might just be dreaming, because his childhood dreams are resurfacing and are coming true, and he’s not ready to believe any of it.

King Crow Refuses to Eat, and a Wedding After All

At dinner the following day, in the great hall, Sansa avoids looking at Jon as he pulls out his chair and sits down beside her.

A few of the Lords had arrived late in the morning and were now enjoying Winterfell’s hospitality.

Jon picks up a spoon to shovel his food in his mouth-

“You had no right to speak about it with anyone.”

“I needed to know some things, and you said you’d told Maester Wolkan, so he already knows, and he knew what I needed knowing.”

“What in all the seven hells do you need to know about all the things Ramsey did to me!?”

“You want to talk about it, right now, while we are eating and everyone in audience?”

“Yes, right now. I’m angry and I don’t know how to forgive you unless you explain yourself.”

“I need to see…understand how…where.. how and where I should and shouldn’t touch you, alright? I knew Maester Wolkan would know the state of your injuries and your mind…

“You think I’m mad, do you?”

“No. Just terrified. And I am too. I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to do-“

“Was any of it very helpful? All the things he told you? He’s terrified for sure, he thought that I’d given you leave to be asking him all those questions and when he spoke to me later about you coming to see him, I’d just about had his head!”

“I won’t know for sure if it was any help until I… can try.”

“Getting me with child isn’t the complicated part in all of this.”

“I’m not going to touch you Sansa, until I’m sure I’m not going to hurt you while doing it.”

Jon’s stomach is in knots, he pushes his chair back.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m not hungry anymore.”

———-

At the council, Sansa announced to the northern lords her decision, and that at the close of the meeting they would all proceed to the Godswood to witness the marriage between her and her cousin Aemon Targaryen, who would be forever after be known as Jon Stark. She also told them that there would be no bedding ceremony, but in order to satisfy the lords and assure them that the marriage was consummated, any of them who wished could come and listen at the door.

Their marriage was quick and without frivolous ceremony, only the words were said and hands fastened together. Jon laid a light kiss upon Sansa’s cheek for all there to witness and see it done.

There was a feast made, but it didn’t seem all that different from all the nights before. There had been lords and ladies housed in Winterfell and they had been feasting for a fortnight, and the hall had been in high spirits for just as long. Nothing to really show of the event that took place in the Godswood. Just the merriment of the hall. They felt hopeful for the future now that their queen was married. They were happy.

Eventually there was a lull, and Sansa decided then it was time to go to bed. She looked at Jon before pushing her chair back from the table and stood. Jon followed her through the door that would take them in the direction of the Queen’s chambers.

The Queen Sits in Her Bath

“Lord Glover, and a few others have followed us. They’re outside the door waiting in the hall.”

“Well, they’ll just have to exercise some patience and wait some more. I want to bathe first, and I’ll be enjoying the water in the tub for as long as the water stays warm.”

“I thought it only fair for you to attend me while I bathe. I’ve seen all of you, and it would only be made right if you see all of me too.” Sansa disrobes before Jon can blink and he forgets how to breathe. Sansa drops all her clothing where she stood and walks majestically to the great tub in all her naked glory and lifts a leg to climb inside the warm water that had been waiting in what is now his room as well as hers. their room. With her back facing Jon, the scars on Sansa’s back are the first of Ramsey’s work he gets to see. Sansa then turns around to face Jon before sitting down in the water. The water level only reaches to just under her breasts, exposing them and all the rest of Ramsey’s vileness for Jon to view. There are less scars on her front than there were on her back. She holds out a sponge to Jon.

“I’ll need you to scrub my back for me, if you would?”

Jon takes the sponge and kneels behind her on the floor outside the tub. He starts with the back of her neck, squeezing the sponge as he moves it to her shoulders, watching the water and suds run down her milky skin and disappear as they join with the rest of the water in the tub. The image of her breasts that he can no longer see from where he kneels hasn’t left him and he struggles to forget what they looked like. Her nipples were pink and perfect, tipped and perky, begging to be kissed and suckled. He moves the sponge to scrub her back, almost blind to all the scaring littering her back. He closes his eyes, breathing in the smell of the rose water, opening his eyes now determined to take account of all of them.

“Ramsey could only get excited enough when he was hurting me. i know not all men are like Ramsey, but many of them have their own strange ways that they need to get excited. Like the lords outside the door wanting to listen. From what i gathered with you, when i trimmed your beard, being touched excites you. When i'm finished here, i will touch you again to help this along.”

“that's not necessary...im already excited.”

“you like what you see..?”(her scars)she asks nervously

“No..I..im excited because... i have a wife...and she's naked..sitting in her bathwater...wet... and warm...and i'm touching her...touching you....Sansa,” he says as he continues washing her.

“I’m touching you.”

"then touch me more."

Jon's hand eventually finds its way to her womanhood. he lets go of the sponge and gently works her with his hand. He rains light kisses to her breasts and nipples and then finally tastes her mouth, introducing Sansa to her first taste of real pleasure.

He rises from his crouch beside the tub to gather her robe. Sansa climbs out on shakey legs. Jon wraps her up, loosly tying the belt strings of her robe. he reaches up to caress her face.

Jon’s shirt is wet in a few places that had made contact with Sansa while he handled her in the tub. Sansa reaches over to untie the string holding his shirt closed, loosening it and then pulling it over his head and off. she touches the old scars on his chest and Jon breathes in sharply, grasping her hands to stop her exploring.

“You can touch me all you want later,..just not now....if you continue to touch me...with your soft hands...” he gulps hard. “i'll be finished ...and we need to finish this together.”

“I am going to kiss you all over, in all the places that you've been hurt before. Alright?”

Sansa nods her head.

"sit there… on the the edge of our bed."

Jon kneels down to remove his boots then stands and removes the rest of his clothing.

his cock stands at attention and Sansa is shocked.

“He said you were small!” (tormund)

“You are not small at all! You’re larger than ramsey was!”

Sansa is trembling and scared

Jon kneels again, only now he's infront of sansa sitting on the bed. he takes her head in his hands again and tries to reasure her.

"Sansa...if anything i do hurts, just tell me to stop and i will....i promise i'll stop...im not going to put my cock in ya untill you're all wet and slippery there..and everything i do is to make it so that when i do put myself inside ya, it wont hurt at all. i promise.”

Sansa nods again, the memory of pleasure just moments ago giving her courage. Jon gently opens her legs and he scoots closer. he begins to kiss her everywhere on her face, moving to her ears, then neck, then chest. He unties the loose knots of her robe and kisses her everywhere on her torso, and he can’t help but open his mouth and taste her ample teats, lightly running his tongue around her pert nipples. The sounds of Sansa’s panting was very encouraging. He explores her thighs, and then her womanhood, this time with his mouth. he inserts a finger, then two, and with his mouth, brings Sansa to her second taste of pleasure. With Sansa's legs on Jon's shoulders, his hands on her waist, he pushes sansa farther on their bed and he climbs up and settles his hips between her legs, his hips aligned with hers, pushing his cock against her pubic bone. with his eyes looking into hers, he angles his cock, and with one smooth motion, he’s all the way inside her. he looks back and forth between her wide eyes and waits for any sign from her that she is in pain. she only looks startled. and then Jon sucumbs to the amazing feeling of being all wrapped up in Sansa.

Jon gives his final thrust and spills his seed with his eyes captured by Sansa's deep pools of blue. he curls his head into her neck and groans as his muscles seem to melt. His hands feel for Sansa's face.

Jon feels wet tears leaking from Sansa's eyes, and then lifting his head to look, sees the tears on her cheeks, he is horrified with himself.

"Sansa... Sansa. I was too strong, I hurt you!"

Sansa sobbs in between her words

"No..no.. you didn't.....you were very gentle..strong yes but... nothing you did hurt me ..not even a little ...you were ever so gentle and... bra...ohh...brave...you are... brave.. and gentle.. and strong. Oh how i've been so stupid!”

lots of crying

Jon holds Sansa as she sobs, her face in his neck, her arms around him holding onto to him, clutching him, overcome.

she drifts off to sleep, soon after she's exhausted herself and her tears. Jon lies there in their marriage bed gazing at Sansa as she sleeps. He has hours to think and hate himself.

Sansa opens her eyes, when the sun is rising. Jon had finally fallen to sleep sometime in the night. Her eyes open to the sight of Jon lying on their bed, on his back, his head turned to the side in her direction. Sansa reaches over to move his hair behind his ear so she may gaze at all of his face. Jon's eyes open slowly, the touch of her hand enough to rouse him. They gaze together at each other for a long long moment. Just breathing, wondering what the other might be thinking.

"What are you thinking about Jon?" Sansa breaks the silence, touching his brow.

"You were... upset... something upset you..afterwards...will you tell me what it was?”

Sansa holds her breath for a moment, then decides to be bold.

"It was something that Father told me...it was something I had thought i'd long forgotten. The sound of your voice…and how safe and warm you'd made me feel. ...it came back to me  ..it was the last thing father said to me before..before Joffrey took his head....”

“the last thing he said to me, I was with him on the kings road. He told me the next time he saw me, he'd tell me about my mother...”

“Father was going to bring Arya and I back home to Winterfell...I told him I didn't want to leave, that I loved Joffrey and wanted to be his queen and have his babies, like in all the songs....his words were... I remember them so clearly...I used to repeat them over and over again to myself, locked away in King’s Landing...to remember his voice and not forget it...after a while though, when things got worse I stopped because it hurt too much...your voice is so much like his, and you made me feel good… all over...what he said came back to me in that very moment because you were so gentle...he said... "Sweet one, listen to me. When you are old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who's worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong"... he knew you were brave..and gentle.. and strong Jon ..i was so very stupid then…I told him I didn't want someone brave and gentle and strong, that I wanted Joffrey...father knew he'd made a mistake, that Joffrey was a monster and he was going to bring me back home... back to you...I didn't know that then but, i know he was..now....knowing what I know now about you.”

“Sansa...father...your father... he didn't mean me...he couldn't have....if he were here..now.. in these chambers, saw me here with you together like this..in his bed....he'd run me through.”

"My father thought the world of you Jon! He gave up his honor, lied to everyone, to my mother! just to keep you safe! He loved you as much as Robb and Bran and Rickon.”

“yes!...and here I am.. helping myself to his daughter. He would not have been happy. He wasn't before. He saw how I...”

“How you what?"

It was Jon’s turn to be bold.

“How I felt about you.

I’ve loved you... and wanted to hold you, touch you…kiss you since the day you were born.”

“You were only three when I was born, Jon”

“You don't understand how it was for me Sansa.

I watched in the corner of your nursery while Robb held you, played with your little fingers, watched him pepper your face with kisses. I wanted to do the same…badly, but your lady mother would not let me come near you. I was only allowed to watch....it wasn't the same when Arya was born. I got to hold her and tickle her feet, press kisses to her little face, and Bran and Rickon too, but never you. You were special. I knew you had to be, because bastards could never have things that were special. when I was no longer a boy, but barely even a man, Theon would talk about all the girls he'd touched at the brothel and what he'd do to them, and I... I kept wondering more and more what it might be like to kiss you, and my thoughts of you were no longer very brotherly. I wanted to touch you and kiss you in places no brother should ever want to do to their sister...you and the others were playing hide and seek in the godswood and you had your hands over your eyes counting. I came up to you with your hands still on your eyes...you had only made it to eleven.... when I kissed you there under the weirwood tree, and then Father was calling for everyone to come back to the keep. I turned around and he was looking right at me. He had seen what I’d done, and he wasn’t happy with what he had seen. It was not very long after that, King Robert came to winterfell, and then I was told that you were to marry Joffrey. I was angry! Joffrey was such a little shit...and you were going to be his wife. He was a prince, and a little shit that didn't diserve to have you. I didn't deserve you either, I was a bastard and your brother, and I knew I could never have you but I wanted you anyway.

“but you’re not my brother Jon, you never really were-“

“I didn't know that!..and your father knew that I didn't know that! He was ashamed of me. He would never have considered me for you to marry. He let me go with Uncle Benjen to the Watch-“

“Jon, look at me,” Sansa cradles Jon's face in her hands, turning his face back to look at her “..my father knew he made a terrible mistake. He was sorry he hadn't told you about your mother... He was going to change it all...I know because of what he said to me next... it didn't make any sense to me then but now... Jon...he told me.. he said "This match with Joffrey was a terrible mistake. That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me."”

Jon looked at her with his eyes opening wider and wider with surprise.

“He knew right where he could find me a Prince Aemon of my very own, who he knew... loved me. ..that you loved me...”

“I do...I do love you...”

Jon kisses her with all his pent up emotions.

…and then he fucks her all over again, this time without much restraint, devouring her like a man starved.

Promises

Jon nudged Sansa gently and rolled her over, peppering her everywhere with kisses on her back.

“I don’t ever want to leave this room, Jon Stark.”

Jon hummed his agreement.

“It’s probably best that we do though. We’ve been in here quite along time, the morning is already almost over. We’ll be eating the midday meal in here if we don’t.”

“I’m not quite done with you, Sansa. I’m making good on my promises, I said I’d kiss you everywhere, and I aim to keep all my promises to you.”

Jon wanted to show her how much he loved her, saw her, saw all the things she suffered and how much he still wanted her. He mounted her like a direwolf fucking it’s mate in the snow, only these wolves were in a bed of white and grey linen sheets.

Sansa couldn’t believe how good it felt, her husband taking his rights from behind.

She was panting and crying out in pleasure now, nothing hurting this time, because this time it was an entirely different husband. Jon was not holding her arms down, and making her bleed, but he was holding her by the hips, holding her tightly as he began pounding his body into hers. She was sure to find bruising later, but she was happy. Nothing about what was happening to her was painful. All she felt now was good, safe, and she was wanted. This husband wanted her to feel pleasure instead of pain. The only thing Jon could be seeing right now with him behind her, thrusting himself inside her over and over again, was the ugliness of her back, and he still wanted her, still wanted to make her feel so very good.

And then it was over. Jon lay his whole body over Sansa’s for a few moments, nosing her hair as he catches his breath. Not wanting to suffocate her with his weight, he rolled off her, pulling her with him to keep her close to his heart and body. He kept his face in her hair for awhile, breathing her in, not wanting to ever let go of how she smelled and felt in his arms.

Jon had never felt this good fucking. Even with Ygritte, though he had loved her. He wasn’t on the edge of losing his life with one wrong step anymore. He was free, to enjoy

the beautiful woman in his arms, to look forward to the future with her, and not be afraid. Jon never wanted to leave this room, this bed, this woman. This woman was truly his wife, and every child he would put in her belly would be trueborn and his. And every one would be a Stark, never worried there’d be any chance of Snow. Jon didn’t know what happiness really was until now.

Jon was finally happy. And hungry, his stomach reminded him.

“I didn’t know it could ever feel like that,” Sansa said when she’d found her breath again.

“I want to erase every memory of him from you Sansa. We don’t ever have to think or make mention of him again. Let his name and memory be forgotten and never have it spoken again between us. There’s no room for him in this bed. All I see is you and me. No one else. I love you, and I don’t want anything lurking in the dark to get between and ruin us. Let him truly die and never come back.”

“Alright, Jon. I’ll let you protect me and kill all my monsters if you let me touch you now. You promised I could touch you all I wanted later, and now it’s later, much much later.”

“I’m all yours…but I have to warn you… I’m running low on strength. I’ll need to eat something soon if we’re to keep working together on building House Stark.”

“I’m sure Celia will be here anytime now, she’s sure to have heard your belly howling through the door. Now hold still Your Grace, I’ve never done this before.”

“Sansa! You don’t have to do that-“

“I want to.”

And Sansa Stark knelt for her king, surrounded by white pillows and grey furs, in their marriage bed.

Not much time later, poor Celia did hear howling as she stood outside the door.

[atopvisenyashill]

why do you think jonsa is happening tho? jonerys is different bc they are going to be enemies, but i don’t see what jonsa does for the story

so let me first lay out roughly what i think is going to happen should jonsa become canon. I personally love going down meta and graphic spirals, so I'm including links to other people’s theories/explanations/graphics of events too - also I would like to shout out @istumpysk because half these metas and gifsets were stuff I found on their blog initially, and also was the one who really convinced me that jonsa is less of a crackship and more of a contender for an actual canon theory, and from there i really found my niche in this fandom. specifically this meta about jon being the mummer's dragon is what pulled me out of my "we're never getting twow and if we do it's just gonna be that stupid dany has jon's magical baby while tyrion watches, then they all die theory" slump and lit my brain on fire again. let's goooo:

The Ashford Tourney Theory - Something Shady goes down at the tourney Petyr has planned that requires Sansa to make a quick getaway, and likely causes her to run into Brienne while fleeing. This theory for me is about hinting at Sansa's romantic future, allies, and how she's getting the hell out of the Vale: both the dark haired, Not Targ Looking Targ Prince that is the son of A Great Prince That Never Was being her romantic endgame but also it's about Brienne (/Dunk) getting her the hell out of there and becoming Sansa's number one ally and protector (with Sansa's number two being Bronze Yohn!! But he's not fleeing with her - if he helps her get out of the Vale, it'll be to cause a distraction or a fight so Sansa can slip away unnoticed. Bronze Yohn is coming with the knights of the Vale later to help defend his girl!).

The Girl In Grey - Out of options on where to go, Sansa & Brienne makes a long, fast, and dangerous trek to the only family she knows is still alive: Jon Snow at the Wall. No, I don't think Alys Karstark is the girl in grey on a dying horse; I think she's a red herring, the same as the scene where Sweetrobin destroys the snow castle, and that the real girl in grey (who slays the savage giant) is Sansa. Melisandre says that she sees "Jon's sister" but doesn't specify more than that, or how she knows it's Jon's sister, even - why would she assume Alys is Jon's sister and not some random Northern girl? Why was she so sure that it was his sister? It's because Alys isn't the girl in grey, it's Sansa, her horse dying because she's traveled halfway across the continent with Brienne and Pod, desperately trying to keep ahead of the dozens of people hunting her down.

The Blood of Winterfell - Sansa and Jon will reclaim winterfell together. This one is similar to above; just like Alys was a red herring, the scene where Sansa rebuilds the castle has a lot of foreshadowing (imo) but that isn't the moment in the prophecy Arya hears. The Savage Giant is Littlefinger, the castle of snow is Winterfell, and Sansa is going to liberate her home alongside Jon and what's left of the Northern lords.

Stone and Snow Remains - THIS is where Sansa and Jon will fall in love while fighting for the North. This is also the part where you lose a lot of people, because they think the evidence is real weak sauce but like, I also think the Jonerys "evidence" is weak af too (and no wonder, we have at minimum 2k pages left to get through!!). There's several believed foreshadowing points to this one, bare with me for this weird ass formatting because I can't do sub bullet points on tumblr:

1. Sansa's linking of snow with love and affection - "drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks...She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams." along with her snow maiden and snow knight.

2. Bael the Bard and the Rose of Winterfell - the chapter where Sansa gets her period for the first time, Cersei refers to it as “flowering” a dozen times, linking being a maiden (a young girl, not quite of age or just barely of age) to flowers and several people refer to sex as ~plucking. Also notice the one who stole her from KL is Lord BAELish.

3. Aemon the Dragonknight & Queen Naerys - Sansa compares herself to Naerys, Joffrey to Aegon, and wishes for an Aemon, among the many similarities between her life and Naerys'. Jon not only calls himself Aemon, he has a deep connection with a different Aemon Targaryen. And if you’re thinking “Sansa isn’t Naerys, X is Naerys” I would remind you that Sansa as a character existed first, George purposefully had her compare herself to Naerys, and parallels don't belong to just one character.

4. Jenny of Oldstones and The Prince of Dragonflies - there's honestly a lot of parallels between them but like the Aemon/Naerys parallel, the Jenny/Duncan one stands out to me.

5. Janos Slynt - I mean. Iconic. This was the scene that made me first think about what their relationship could be in the future and there’s a reason Jonsas fixate on it. It’s about Sansa being desperate for a hero and the hero she dreamed about being Jon the whole time. 6. Societal Alienation - There's the bastard parallels here, the "it would be so sweet to see him again", the "Winterfell belongs to my sister, Sansa." It's about how Jon, through circumstances of his birth, finds himself alienated from the rest of society and reconnects with his prim and proper sister Sansa, who finds herself alienated from the rest of society as well but for vastly different reasons.

Robb’s Will - Howland is going to show up in the North, along with Maege and Galbert, with some WILD news about why Jon can’t rule Winterfell. There’s a lot of contention around this. Bran probably shows up around this time too, and Arya gets to the Riverlands to discover Lady Stoneheart and give her the gift of mercy. This is where all the inheritance stuff is going to happen and I have no idea how it's going to go down besides it's going to be messy as all fuck.

The Pact Of Ice And Fire - Jon & Sansa get secret married bc they’re in love, not siblings, & jon is the only man she trusts not to steal her claim. This isn't the only possible foreshadowing instance of a marriage either - some believe the Sandor/Sansa scene during the Battle of the Blackwater is foreshadowing as well (personally I feel that's a bit of a stretch but I wanted to include it anyway).

Jon As An Envoy - I talked about this in my "what's Jon's ending" a little but I believe Jon will act as an envoy for either Sansa or Bran to Aegon VI, essentially playing out a similar story that he does in the show with Daenerys. By which I mean, Jon is not the King because the ruler themselves do not go as an envoy, that’s stupid and dangerous, but he goes as an ambassador for Sansa or Bran, to treat with a new claimant to the Iron Throne that is gaining support - Aegon VI & Jon Connington. They will probably clash, Jon will probably have yet another identity crisis, there had BETTER be gay incest subtext, then Aegon dies, and Jon has his sixth quarter life crisis in a row.

“King” of the Gift - again, something I touched on in my Jon meta is that I think he’s going to have a hand in resettling the Gift. Personally, I think it's likely that Jon leaves to protect the claims of his siblings (see: Duncan and Jenny) and goes to the Gift to help resettle it to keep out of the way. This ending is typically referred to as the "bael the bard" ending but i like to think of it as the "brandon's gift" ending instead - though he is not physically with his family, Jon feels fulfilled having confirmed his family loves him through reclaiming Winterfell and marrying Sansa, being reunited with Arya, and being given the Gift by Bran. Sansa claims her children were fathered by a wolf.

So…what does all this do for the story?

Well, in my opinion, several things.

I think the main barrier here is that most people in the greater fandom describe Sansa's story as ~growing past childish wants~ and Jon's as ~rejecting love~ and I do not agree with either of those takes even a little bit. This is where (imo) the dividing line between Jonsas and the rest of the fandom is. I don’t think the answer to Sansa’s question “will anyone ever marry me for love” is going to be “nah" - that's not just a sad story to me (wanting to be married isn't childish! craving intimacy and understanding isn't childish! it's also not wrong for a child to be childish!), I think the idea that Sansa (or Jon) will not find another love just doesn't line up with how George approaches his story. Who Sansa's husband will be has been such a big question, and her story is so heavy into the more romantic tropes like courtly love and chivalry and the line between politics and love and identity, that the question of Sansa's hand in marriage will be plot relevant. I also think it's kinda naive of people to pretend like George isn't very interested in the sexual dynamics of the characters he writes about (yeah, sure, no woman needs a man but "needing a man" is not what this is about. look at everything this man wrote in F&B and tell me he is going to write a female character that longs for sex and desire and doesn't get it!).

After AGOT, nearly every time Sansa thinks about marriage involves her longing for love but believing she will never get it because a man will only ever love her for her claim. Giving her a man - like Jon - who not only will not steal her claim and in fact has defended it twice over already, who will love her for who she is and not what she can give him, is a really important aspect of her story in my opinion.

As for Jon, I am even more firmly against the opinion that his story is about rejecting love; Jon’s story is about wanting to be a good man, to measure up to his father ~despite~ his bastard blood. When Aemon asks if Ned would choose honor over love and Jon stubbornly says yes, Jon is wrong and it’s important to not forget that. Ned has never once in his entire life chosen honor over love; he chooses his daughter’s life over his honor, he chooses his sister & her son’s life over honor, he chooses Arya & Nymeria over honor, and on and on!!! Ned chooses love at almost turn but none of his children know that just yet - look at Robb choosing Jeyne’s honor over his own and how upset he is at the idea that Ned would be disappointed despite the fact that Ned would have understand Robb’s decision! Jon's whole arc is tied up in realizing that it is not wrong or dirty to feel and choose love, passion, and desire and if he never has another romantic arc again, I think you lose the second part of that lesson which is "you are responsible for how you act when you feel love but that doesn't mean that simply choosing love makes you a bad person."

There's also the fact that George has talked a lot about "who lives, who dies, who gets married" and yet we have not one marriage at the end of the show AND there's not a lot of guesses at what "who gets married" means besides Jon/erys (and even if Jonsa doesn't happen, I simply do not see Jon/erys happening. they are not similar enough, they will not be in the same space for long enough, and they are on wildlly different trajectories for their story, they are not getting married let alone having sex). I think Jonsa fits that bill very well.

These various theories - from Sansa being queen, Jon living in exile, The Ashford Tourney Theory, the secret marriage, every one of them - are ideas and themes that I have really been thinking about for about 12 years now. I think Jon and Sansa's relationship could fit with the themes in their stories, the overarching themes in the books, and my own personal opinions. I think it gives George a great opportunity to delve into the courtly love aspects he enjoys so much, as well as delve into inheritance, legacy, legitimacy, honor, incest (yes, that too), and above all, what George himself has said the whole series is about - love. The human heart in conflict with itself is what I think Jon and Sansa as a romantic couple does for the series.

[asharaxofstarfall]

do you think jonsa will happen in the books?

maybe. game of thrones and house of the dragon potray incest in a far more romantic light than the books do. we're not supposed to think that the targaryens practices are normal or acceptable, and it's clear that their inbreeding is a large part of why they are the way that they are. that being said, cousin incest is a normal thing in westeros and cousin marriages are shown positively a few times, examples being: joanna and tywin lannister, viserys i targaryen and aemma arryn and lyrra and rickard stark. jon and sansa's case is interesting. they were raised as daughter of a highborn lord and a highborn lords bastard, as siblings. they don't have a close bond, despite caring for each other. sansa also isn't close to arya but in a vastly different way. they're still trueborn while jon is a bastard and therfore doesn't have the same relationship with sansa. they parallel each other in ways that could hint at their endgame as a couple, both believing that no one will marry them for love because of their claims, or in jon's case, lack thereof.

here are some jonsa parallels

She pictured the two of them sitting together in a garden with puppies in their laps, or listening to a singer strum upon a lute while they floated down the Mander on a pleasure barge. “If I give him Sons, he may come to love me. She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon, and raise them all to be as Valiant as Ser Loras. And to hate Lannisters, too. In Sansa’s dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya

sansa/ a storm of swords

“I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decide to live his life on the wall. I could name him Robb

jon/ a storm of swords

sansa talks of falling deeply in love with ser waymar royce, and then dismissing her feelings for him as dreams of a “silly little girl”.

Ser Waymar Royce was the youngest son of an ancient house with too many heirs. He was a handsome youth of eighteen, grey-eyed and graceful and slender as a knife. Mounted on his huge black destrier, the knight towered above Will and Gared on their smaller garrons. He wore black leather boots, black woolen pants, black moleskin gloves, and a fine supple coat of gleaming black ringmail over layers of black wool and boiled leather

sansa/ a storm of swords

wyman's description matches jon's

Jon’s eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike. Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast.

jon/ a storm of swords

sansa thinks of both robb and jon here

She shouted for Ser Dontos, for her brothers, for her dead father and her dead wolf, for gallant Ser Loras who had given her a red rose once, but none of them came. She called for the heroes from the songs, for Florian and Ser Ryam Redwyne and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, but no one heard.

jon plays as both aemon the dragonknight and ser ryam redwyne when training with robb

They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. “I’m Prince Aemon the Dragonknight,” Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, “Well, I’m Florian the Fool.” Or Robb would say, “I’m the Young Dragon,” and Jon would reply, “I’m Ser Ryam Redwyne

even ned unknowingly hints at a relationship between the two

Sweet one,” her father said gently, “listen to me. When you’re old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who’s worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong. This match with Joffrey was a terrible mistake. That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me.”

sansa/ a game of thrones

their story also links to jonnel “one eye” stark and his first wife, who happens to be named sansa.

more jonsa parallels

Now as it happened the winter roses had only then come into bloom, and no flower is so rare nor precious. So the Stark sent to his glass gardens and commanded that the most beautiful o’ the winter roses be plucked for the singer’s payment. And so it was done. But when morning come, the singer had vanished … and so had Lord Brandon’s maiden daughter. Her bed they found empty, but for the pale blue rose that Bael had left on the pillow where her head had lain

“North or south, singers always find a ready welcome, so Bael ate at Lord Stark’s own table, and played for the lord in his high seat until half the night was gone. The old songs he played, and new ones he’d made himself, and he played and sang so well that when he was done, the lord offered to let him name his own reward. ‘All I ask is a flower,’ Bael answered, ’the fairest flower that blooms in the gardens o’ Winterfell

jon/ a storm of swords

sansa's story of a northern beauty stolen away to the south is similar to that of her late aunt lyanna, who happened to love winter roses. sansa also loves songs and one of her fondest childhood memories is of a singer coming to winterfell. she describes crying and begging her father to let him stay because she loved him so much. lyanna sobs when listening to rhaegar play the harp at a feast in harrenhal

i think that jonsa could happen in the books, 100%.

both are characters that suffer greatly as children and long for a home that's been destroyed. jon and sansa marrying and rebuilding winterfell would work perfectly with grrm's themes about optimism and spring after a long winter.

[jackoshadows]

I don’t understand the logic of people who think Sansa has more skills than her siblings because she knows her courtesies, learned how to handle a 8 year old and is now seducing a womanizer (I’d give her more credits if Harry was like Stannis lol). Arya speaks 5 languages, can tell truths from lies, can lie very well, is good at spying, is a powerful warg, has knowledge of poisons, is well acquainted with the small folk. Bran ruled Winterfell and is the most powerful greenseer. How are Sansa’s skills more useful? Why would Jon NEED her as his bride? Every Jonsa claims she’s oh so necessary, and I don’t doubt it. I want her to learn the meaning of Winter is Coming and help mitigate the food shortage by providing grain to the North, but she’s far from being as skilled as her siblings unless we’re talking about embroidery and harp playing.

Sansa stan logic:

GRRM has written nothing for Sansa as a leader of the people unlike the whole books he wrote for Jon and Dany where they make mistakes or Arya leading her small wolf pack or Bran as Prince of Winterfell. That’s why she’s going to end up the endgame best leader of the series because Jon, Tyrion and Dany's arcs are actually about Sansa becoming a leader.

GRRM has written nothing for Jon and Sansa in terms of a relationship, they hardly mention each other or care for each other on the page despite growing up together. That’s why they are going to be the central, most important and best romantic relationship in the books.

GRRM has not connected Sansa to the Northern plots and characters there like he has Arya, Bran and Jon. That’s why she is the ONLY KEY TO THE NORTH and going to be the Queen in the North and leader of their people.

GRRM killed off Lady early into the books while writing Summer, Nymeria and Ghost connecting the Stark kids through wolf dreams, helping them develop and build their warging powers and in the case of Nymeria gather a huge wolf pack in the Riverlands. This is why the direwolves are unimportant in the story and don’t really matter for the Starks or their Stark identity.

GRRM has written the very least for Sansa thinking of her father and she never remembers his advice or wisdom or takes strength from his words like he has done for Jon, Arya and Bran. This is why Sansa is the most like Ned, the Nediest of the Stark children, a mini Ned in the making.

GRRM has not written a magical/fantasy plot for Sansa like he has for Dany, Bran, Arya and Jon. That’s why ASoIaF is mostly about the politicking happening and fantasy/magic is boring/unimportant/bad/evil.

And so on and so forth. It really is fascinating to watch this huge subsection of fans reading an entirely different series of books to the rest of us, think characters who have magical arcs in a high fantasy series are unreliable or evil or write essays on who is the best and smartest leader based on tradfem standards of femininity etc.