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Not the dragons. The rats.

scientist!ned

Day 69 cleansing the #caitvi tl

COUPLE ERA!

it’s day 69 I had to do something a little more suggestive but still PG

(No questions about the eye cause I still don’t know how to make just cait lose her eye… probably poison)

day 93 cleansing the #caitvi tl

cathy cat stealing her moms favorite sleeping poses kasdjkdjs

sansa stark by @manymanymirrors (posted on x)

how many of these 20 jonsa fics have you read?

jonsa x do i wanna know

Sansa Stark in Turkmenistan jewellery

when long night falls 6k

Appearances can be deceiving, and Jon is not yet used to discerning truths from lies. Her hair is brown enough, even in the candlelight, where Sansa’s was red. Ygritte was kissed by fire, as was Sansa. Neither had been lucky.

All That We Forgot 16k by @rumaan

The Wall has fallen, the North has fled south, and Stannis Baratheon sends a delegation to the Vale of Arryn, the last untouched region of Westeros to seek their aid against the Others. A delegation that includes Lord Commander Snow. What will this mean for Alayne Stone?

The Thawing of Winter 100k by @jade-masquerade

Sansa knew Jon married her—married Alayne—for the Vale, or maybe, because of his past, he saw her as a fellow bastard and meant to raise her up the same as his people did for him, how they chose Lord Eddard’s sole surviving son as King in the North. But when she looked at him, she saw nothing of the sort in his eyes, only a flash of desire, the way a man ought to look at his wife, before he steadied his gaze. If this was truly wrong, she wondered, then why did the gods let it feel so right? corresponding moodboard by @the-lords-kiss corresponding moodboard by @sunbeamsandmoonrays corresponding gif by @readingisloving

Came Down the Mountain 12k by @darkmagyk

Alayne Stone makes a name for herself during the Long Night by feeding the troops of the army of the living. But after the Dawn Breaks, her father takes to back up to the Eyrie, even as she hears that a new Stark has taken Winterfell, a young Lord named Brandon. But whatever Petyr Baelish had planned for her must change with Daenerys Targrayen flies up to them on dragon back with a offer the woman who is Sansa Stark is desperate to refuse. corresponding moodboard by @the-lords-kiss

maybe everything that dies, some day comes back 1k orphaned

Following his resurrection, Jon leads a retinue of men to gather supplies and new recruits where they can find them. He doesn’t expect to find anything else along the way — that is, until they reach the Vale, where the echoes of harp strings can be heard in the middle of the night, and a bastard girl in the Eyrie strikes a chord within Jon he thought to be long vanished.

You lied to me ficlet by @justadram

“You lied to me,” Jon pants, swinging his legs over the side of her narrow bed and sinking his head into his hands.

Stone and Snow 1k by @jonsastan

“My daughter, Alayne Stone.” Petyr Baelish’s voice exuded charm and submission. The Dragon Queen did not seem impressed. Alayne dipped into a low curtsy, focusing her eyes on the Queen’s small feet. Such mighty ambition walked through the world on such tiny feet. “Your grace.” She murmured. The Queen looked at her for a long moment, longer than royalty looked at a bastard. “You’re a pretty little bird.” Still a bird. Alayne thought before scolding herself. Not before, only now. You were never a little bird in a gilded cage. You are bastard born and bastard brave.

cover your eyes (do i feel right, darling?) 12k @majicmarker

Jon Snow’s arrival at the Vale is met with trepidation and intrigue; after all, what could this bastard-come-prince want in this far-off corner of his kingdom? But Jon has heard the whispers that the Eyrie’s prized beauty is not a bastard of Littlefinger’s at all, but the daughter of Winterfell—and Jon means to steal her away.

Underneath, All Along ficlet by @myrish-lace-love

Jon steals Sansa from the Vale, but for reasons of her own, she'd like to stay Alayne a little longer. Alayne, after all, can wish for the company of her handsome traveling companion at night.

Alayne AU 4k by @sunbeamsandmoonrays

A girl in grey on a dying horse the stranger may be, but she was not his sister. The Red Woman gave him a false prophecy…and false hope, it seemed. So why was he still transfixed? corresponding moodboard

frostfire ficlet by @zoyaalinas

jon and alayne at the eyrie. vale au. post parentage reveal.

Who am I darling, to you? ficlets 1, 2 by @blackholeofprocrastination

When Jon’s is sent to treat with the Lords of the Vale, he finds someone unexpected on the weirwood throne.

as i stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge 12k

Jon travels to the Vale to find allies in the fight against the army of the dead.

godless 3k by @charmtion

Alayne. He tastes the word. Lets it roll on his tongue like a plum-stone, the scraps of flesh still sweet on it.

Lies/Luck 1k by @phosphorescent-naidheachd

“Have we met before?” he asked, the words leaving his lips before he could think them through.

My Maid of Stone 11k WIP by @cappymightwrite

It was a near windless half-hour of waiting. Of only her cloak and hair occasionally moving, her body as rooted as a tree. Later she would remember this day mostly as metals. Silver of the valley. Iron of the rocks and the clouds. Zinc of the evening storm in its full fury. Rare gold of the sky as it chose now to break open. Her silence matched her stillness, until at last, there, out of the mist: marching men. * Or, a newly crowned King in the North comes to the Gates of the Moon, unaware of what he will find there…

if i can't relate to you anymore, then who am i related to? 13k by @jonsaslove

Alayne watches him. She knows. In her bones she knows. But her mouth doesn’t let her form the words. Her mind doesn’t let her consciously acknowledge it. Because it cannot be, it can never be. If she lets herself accept the startling truth she can't unknow it, and then every carefully crafted facade will come crashing down. Because the man is Jon Snow. And Jon Snow can’t know that she is Sansa Stark. (Because she’s not. She’s Alayne Stone. And somehow that’s more dangerous). -- Or; Jon comes to the Eyrie. Alayne remembers.

Stone and Snow 1k by @alemoncakelife

Jon Snow meets Alayne Stone corresponding edit

Family Ties 2k by @framboise-fics

Her husband had her father thrown out of the Moon Door. Her husband is her brother. Her brother is her cousin. Daughter, sister, cousin, wife. Who is she supposed to be? She will let her husband tell her, she supposes.

what one finds in the snow 1k by @amymel86

The Eyrie is perhaps the most peculiar castle Jon has visited as Lord Commander, nestled high in the Mountains of the Moon, surrounded by nothing but air, craggy rocks and soaring birds.

I Remember (I Remember) 1k by @hilarychuff

“That’s pretty,” Jon says, and her heart thumps hard in her chest.

What Lies Beneath Her Skin 100k by @chispas-and-broken-bindings

Sansa Stark returns to a fractured North for the first time since traveling south as a young child to be fostered by her Aunt Lysa in King's Landing. Stannis Baratheon's troops have broken against the walls of Winterfell, starved and weakened by the relentless northern storms - their King's fate unknown. Roose Bolton lies dead within Winterfell's walls as his bastard, Ramsey Snow dances a bloody minuet with Jon Snow, the half-brother whom she has never met, and his rag-tag band of wildlings in the northern woods. Petyr promises that it's time for a true Stark to return and bring these mongrels to heel, with the might of the Vale behind her. Yet, the girl does not feel like a true Stark, nor does she know how to break free from Littlefinger's claws. A chance encounter sets her on course to Jon Snow's war camp, where disguised as Alayne, she helps the resurrected King-in-the-North unite the North and become Sansa Stark once again.

Rosemary (For Remembrance) 7k by @orangeflavoryawp

“’My daughter, Alayne Stone,’ Baelish repeats, motioning toward her, almost daring in his tone. Jon’s eyes slip back to Sansa’s.” - Jon and Sansa. What winter means in a world that teaches them to forget.

King Jon & Alayne ficlets 1, 2 by @vivilove-jonsa

“Jon would never harm me.” “How can you know that, sweetling?  Years have passed since you last saw one another.  You’re not the girl you were when you left Winterfell no more than he is the boy you knew…and I wasn’t aware you were ever that close to begin with.”

Buried under with my desires 2k by @captainbee89

Post resurrected Jon is sent to the vale to get an allegiance on Stannis' behalf. While there, he discovers a long lost part of his past, and maybe his future.

Art: Have we met before?, A familiar face, More beautiful than me? by @leulahart, Reflections of Aemon and Naerys, Should two bastards hookup or what? by @jonsawilldanceanon, The Bastard and the Lord Commander by @palominojacoby ,The Lord Commander and the bastard of the Vale, Alayne and Jon by @amunetmana, Alayne and Jon by @melinaillustrations, Alayne by @songofaurora If he calls me his daughter one more time... by @asoiastarks , Alayne Stone by knightmarescape

Edits: Charm Him. Entrance Him. Bewitch Him. Stone & Snow by @theirwinterfell, Stone was a bastard's name i'm alayne, i must remain alayne because she's stronger by @countessmaryarostova, Jon x Alayne by @paloma-nevada, Jon rides to the Vale by @lunaathorne , Oh it would be so sweet to see him by @whiteraven0001

Gifsets: May I wear your favor? by @alaynestcnes, The Brooding Bastards by @jonstarks, Jon x Alayne, Sansa loved to dance..., A Ghost wolf... by @thewindsofwolves, She had not thought of Jon in ages by @akarena, Oh it would be so sweet, Sansa Stark went up the mountain by @kitnjon, Alayne & Jon by @paloma-nevada , I am a bastard now just like him... But of course that could never be by @bericdondarrion , It sounds like a wolf by @fromtheboundlesssea , A ghost wolf by @kummittelemaanninja , Alayne Stone and Jon Snow parallels by @jonsansasource

Shout out to the post where the Jon x Alayne ship name was declared to be Jolayne (And I suppose that makes this medieval version of Jolene pertinent!)

PRE CANON - WESTERN - FAIRYTALE - REGENCY - LITTLE WOMEN - HOLIDAY - SEASON SIX - ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - THE GIRL IN GREY - FREE CITIES - FAIRYTALE PART II - POLITICAL MARRIAGE -SALTY TEENS - POST CANON - RICKON LIVES

Jonsa Musicians AUs

Once again following @esther-dot's lead and putting some Jonsa fic recs out into the universe via a collection of one my favorite AUs.

Previously, I did Harry Potter AUs. This one casts Jon and/or Sansa as musicians. This is not a super common AU in this fandom, but I happen to have a soft spot for it. Feel free to share your own recs in this genre.

Hard candy by @kingsansa - Jon is a "washed up rock star" and Sansa is a former Disney kid going for a darker sound (I got a bit of Olivia Rodrigo vibes). Sexy funny and the music references are on point. We're told their first kiss was to Fleetwood Mac, which is *chef's kiss*. Rating: Explicit

Like glitter and gold by kay25 - Jon is the bassist in a band led by Robb with Theon on keys and Gendry on drums. Sansa is a photographer who documents the band and this one-shot is worth it for the description of the images on the album cover alone. Rating: Explicit

Tangled up in blue by me (sorry for the self promotion, but there aren't a ton of stories that I could find in this AU space 😅). Jon is a struggling singer/songwriter who meets Sansa on the eve of her divorce and they have a Before Sunrise-inspired night on the streets of Chicago. A couple of years later, he's famous and his most famous song is about her. Rating: General audiences

For your consideration by @cellsshapedlikestars - WIP - Jon is in a band and Sansa is an actress. Before meeting, she innocently name-drops him to get out of a sticky interview moment, and he's not thrilled. Hijinks ensue but also the soft emotions of being young artists who want to be taken seriously. Rating: Teen and up audiences

And in the "Sansa is a musician of Taylor Swift-level fame but needs to hide out for a while" subgenre:

Across the universe by @cellsshapedlikestars - This is also a Doona! AU. I have never watched that but this fic makes me want to. Another excellent album cover description. Rating: Mature

All eyes on us by @theshipshipper - WIP - Social media AU (all visuals) that will have you in stitches and secretly rooting for Rickon and his crush. Rating: General audiences.

Escape to the Free Cities/Essos (Jonsa Fanart) by @crimsoncold

"Where will you go?"

"Where will we go? If I don’t watch over you, Father’s ghost will come back and murder me."

...."Where will we go?"

Can you recommend any fics where Sansa seduces Jon?

Hey Anon! Here are some fics I was able to find for you:

Crossing Flatlands To You by @maybetwice

A Stark in Winterfell  by orphan_account

One Night by MissEmmanuelle

Peace Talks by @myriddin

Battered and Bedchambers by @lunaplath

break me like a promise, All the Way to the Moon, and those who wait by @misshoneywheeler

Made New by kik283

(No Queen but the Queen in the North) Whose Name is Stark by @alienor-woods

Burst of Flame by telspica

Secrets of the North by iamthelordofwinterfell

Under the Table, A Little Stiff  and Maneater by Janina

(You’re Something Like) A Phenomena by rideswraptors

Don’t Tell Robb and In Case of Fire by Jade_Masquerade

Not How It Was Meant To Happen, Happy Birthday to Me  and Text Me by @lathwell55

In the Still of the Night by @manbunjon

Friday, I’m in Love by @tayl0crow

Wolves on the eve of battle by Lady3jane

I’m Not Sorry for That by Jeanettesc

Slut by angelwings80

the cold inside our bones by xylodemon

Tether, But You Are Not Your Own Land, and A Great and Gruesome Height by thefairfleming

ooh la, love by @obiwan-katnobi

A majority of these are rated E for obvious reasons! Enjoy :) ~Alys

Bryan Cogman: Now I think Sansa gets a bad rap. I’m gonna address some critics of Sansa. She is one of my favorite characters, and I have great affection for her as a character. […] Some people find her behavior annoying and selfish, but she’s a kid, she’s a teenage girl, you know, and… 

Kit Harington: I have to agree with you. I really like Sansa in the books. I have no objections to her at all. I think she’s misguided in a lot of ways, but she’s by no means, in any way, lesser than any of the other children. I think she does some brilliant things in the books, like when she stands up to Joffrey with the dismembered heads. I love that moment.  — “Cripples, Bastards, and Broken Things” audio commentary (S1xE4)

hey so this is actually insane

Sansa Stark┃the living painting

John Millais. The Martyr of the Solway. 1871. │ Gabriel von Max. Young woman with flowers in her hair. │ Sophie Gengembre Anderson. Portrait of a Young Girl. │ James Carroll Beckwith. The Embroiderer. │ Arthur Hughes. Juliet and her Nurse. 1867–1872. │ Thomas Benjamin Kennington. Contemplation. │ Alexandre Cabanel. Fallen Angel. 1847. │ Frederick Sandys. Helen of Troy. 1867. │ Ruth Sanderson. Arthur and Guinevere. │ Paul Delaroche. The Execution of Lady Jane Grey. 1833. │ Johannes Vermeer. Girl with a Pearl Earring. 1665. │ Stephen Phillips. Nancy Price as Calypso in Ulysses. 1902. │ P. J. Lynch. Eithlinn, Daughter of Balor. 2000. │ Charles Allen Winter. Portrait of a Woman. 1919. │ William Oxer. Amor Aeternus. 2022. │ George Romney. Emma Hart as Miranda. 1786. │ Bertalan Székely. Red Haired Girl. 1875. │ John Roddam Spencer Stanhope. Thoughts of the Past. 1859. │ Jean-Jacques Henner. Head Of A Young Girl In A Blue Dress. │ John William Waterhouse. Ophelia. 1910. │ Rudolf Kosow, Geheimnisvoll. │

got/asoiaf meme ♕ [¼] POV characters | Sansa Stark 

There are gods… and there are true knights too. All the stories can’t be lies.

So cute🥺🥺

Jon sought Sansa out before he left Winterfell, to say goodbye.

👅👅👅

JONSA HALLOWEEN 2024 DAY FOUR: DRAGON.

Sansa had never ventured this deep into the crypts. With each step, the air grew hotter, and the throbbing pain in her head intensified until tears streamed down her face. Her vision blurred as she spotted the body. Sansa wiped her eyes. No, not dead—he was breathing. The pain became overwhelming, and she collapsed beside the stranger, closing her eyes.

The man couldn’t remember his name. Only the fire. The fire was meant to destroy him, but instead, it transformed him into a creature. The dragon felt no pain, only an insatiable urge to kill. The man didn’t know why, but he knew he had to stop it. He reclaimed his body but lay helpless deep within the cave, tormented by nightmares of stone men chasing him away. Rage burned in his heart, hotter than the fire. He could no longer keep the dragon at bay. Suddenly, something fell beside him, and the dragon broke free.

Sansa opened her eyes and saw a black dragon with red eyes.

Recovered Jonsa fics #2: Sansa’s Silent Treatment

Still reposting/restoring fic from my deleted blog!

Prompt: Sansa is jealous when Jon pays attention to other females so she gives him the silent treatment. He cannot understand why she is mad at him and it drives him nuts.

There is chatter and delight running throughout the queen’s ballroom as the court feasts on wild boar, baked apples, strawberries, spinach, and a variety of fine dishes and wines. Jon sits, content and happy, listening with rapt attention as Asha Greyjoy regales the main table with tales of her travels. Every so often, Obella and Loreza Sand contribute little anecdotes of their late father whenever Asha mentions a place the Red Viper had been. Arya occasionally interjects with a story about Dorne.

Jon is happy, despite his extravagant surroundings. He rarely feels this good at formal events, but this one pleases him. It’s his Name Day, so he is permitted to dispense with most of the formal seating arrangements that his wife has to usually plan meticulously to suit the current political climate. Instead of being surrounded by pretentious, grasping lords, the main table is stocked with his favorites: Asha Greyjoy, his wards Obella and Loreza, Arya, Sam, Ned Dayne, Brienne of Tarth, Tristopher Swann, Wylla Manderly Tyrell, Mya Stone, Myranda Royce, Satin Flowers, Gendry of the High Hill, Alysanne and Lyra Mormont, Meera Reed, and Patrek Mallister. Arya, who was usually seated to Sansa’s right, gets to sit to his left: the place usually reserved for his Hand, Willas Tyrell, who is down the table a bit, next to his wife, Wylla. The only one in her usual place is Sansa, to Jon’s right, who sits and eats quietly. Every so often, Jon leans over to his queen, pressing a happy hand to her swollen belly, and inquires as to whether or not she is feeling alright. Thus far, she has nodded each time.

Jon does feel a little guilty, though. Since Sansa first conceived, he has remained in the city, usually staying in the Red Keep itself. He is obsessive about keeping her close, keeping her safe, keeping her healthy, keeping her comfortable. He has brought in two maesters to assist Grand Maester Durin, four top midwives, including one from Braavos who had attended the Sealord’s wife through no less than seven successful pregnancies and births, and three septas. He has yet to go a night without massaging his wife’s ankles and back. Arya jokingly calls him “the nursemaid.” Even Bran and Rickon, in their letters, have taken to calling him this.

Jon doesn’t mind. He would rather be a nursemaid than neglect his wife. He still winces with guilt whenever he has to hold her hair, or she grimaces from her aching back, or looks weary, or experiences any other form of pain or discomfort related to her condition. Not that the pregnancy has been nothing but pain, but it hasn’t been bouyant, and there was more pain and risk to come.

But for his name day, his wife encouraged him to spend some time with friends, so he has taken three days spending more and more time outside the castle, including a sail around Blackwater Bay with the newest ship in the royal fleet, and culminating in today’s hunt. He could not help but feel some euphoria about spending so much time in the woods, bow and blade in hand. He is still a creature of the wilderness, north or south, and it had felt so stifling and unnatural to spend so much time indoors. He enjoyed this hunt, perhaps more than he should.

But he is with her now, and though he was not the one to ultimately slay the beast, he feels proud of being able to bring this hearty creature home and feed it to his wife and unborn child. And she is eating: after three months of illness, she is eating constantly. He loves it.

Asha Greyjoy begins telling a tale of the carnal conquests of some of her lustier crewmen when Patrek Mallister, well into his cups, calls out, “Sounds like he has a king’s appetite for female company!”

Most of the table laughs, and Jon raises one eyebrow. There had been ribbing all day about the amount of ladies in his personal hunting party. “I have an appetite for fine company!”

More laughter, and Asha eagerly continues her tale. A short while later, she is interrupted by the sound of someone tapping their cup with a fork. Everyone quiets and looks over to the source of the sound.

Garlan Tyrell rises from his seat at the second table, straightening his doublet and clearing his throat. “A toast, to our most valiant and talent King Jon, for providing us with such a bountiful meal!”

There are many “hear hear”’s, but Jon feels compelled to speak up once the toast is made. “I thank you, Ser Garlan, but I must admit, credit for slaying the boar must go to Lady Greyjoy. It was her arrow that found its mark! To Lady Greyjoy! Terror of the seas and the kingswood alike!”

“LADY GREYJOY!” The crowd echoes. Jon smiles at his vassal, who looks proud as a peacock.

Jon left the banquet, pleased and weary, and a little in his cups. He holds Sansa close as they returned to their bedchamber, stealing kisses to her cheek and hair every so often. When the door closes behind them, she turns to him, and he cups her cheek, looking into her big, blue eyes.

“Did you enjoy yourself today, Jon?”

“Yes, thank you,” he says, smiling at her hazily. “You are so… You are my queen.”

Even now, after over a year of marriage, he still cannot believe she’s his.Every so often, he has these moments where he’s almost paralyzed by awe.

“And you are my king,” she replies softly, reaching downwards to his breeches, “Would my king like his queen to do her duty?”

“Mmmm…” He pulls her close into an embrace, eager to bury his face in that red hair. “I’m tired. I’d rather just…”

She pulls away. “As you wish, My Lord. But I must prepare for bed.”

Before he can offer to help her undress, she calls in her maid. Jon sighs and quietly strips down to his tunic and smallclothes and crawls into bed, waiting for his wife to join him. But he dozes off before she does.

When he wakes, she still sleeps, and he spends some time just watching her until finally calling for his steward and manservant. The Mormont sisters need to have an early morning meeting, and Jon reluctantly pulls himself away. After that, it’s surveying the new updates of the Royal Fleet with Asha Greyjoy at the harbor, whom he ultimately asks to take lunch with him, Arya, and Meera Reed.

It’s not until he holds the afternoon court that he sees his wife, who seems preoccupied. He doesn’t have time to ask her what is bothering her before the petitions begin. Throughout the session, his queen offers an unusually high number of interjections, even openly disagreeing with him twice. While Jon isn’t displeased, he is surprised. He takes no issue with his queen contradicting him in public, indeed, he outright encourages it whenever necessary. But it is Sansa who usually protests this. She thinks it is inappropriate to do so publicly, that she should reserve her contrary opinions to private or semi-private discussions. Indeed, she is usually adamant about this.

Jon, however, can imagine why she might break her rule about it: normally, before court sessions, they meet together for a preliminary meeting to go over the scheduled petitions— which is usually where his wife voices her positions. When they were wed, Jon asked his wife to help him rule, to be his partner. She has taken this request in earnest, though she prefers to keep this somewhat private. She considers them both better off if she plays the role of a more traditional consort when not behind closed doors, and her prior years in the capital have taught her to keep her views and activities as opaque as possible. But as devoted as Sansa is to image, she is even more devoted to duty. Her husband asked her to rule with him, and she will. She’d not gotten to voice her feelings in private today, so this was her only option. Still, Jon feels guilty. He should have taken lunch with her to go over things before court.

After court is complete, the Small Council meets, where he and his Mistress of Ships go over the development of the royal fleet. He beams as he and Lady Greyjoy recount the progress, proud of their work. After the meeting, he hangs back to thank Asha again for her work. Once he has done so, he turns around, expecting to see his wife and Mistress of Laws waiting for him by the door, as was her habit. But oddly, she is gone.

Jon’s stomach sinks. He’d wanted to take a walk with her in the gardens before supper. But he shrugs and heads for the training yard instead. He returns before supper, muddy and laughing. He and Arya had taken turns putting one another on their backs.

In the bedchamber, he finds his wife on the bed, having her maid massage her ankles. Jon is surprised— usually that is his duty. He walks over to kiss her cheek, but she pulls away, reaching into her skirts and handing him a handkerchief. He blushes. He’s covered in sweat and mud. He wipes his face, then goes in for another kiss. Sansa stays perfectly still, and barely responds.

Deardra, the maid, speaks up, “Your Grace, perhaps you should have a bath and a change before supper?” “Erm, yes, call my manservant in,” he says awkwardly, eyeing Sansa with confusion. She doesn’t look at him. Deardre hurries out, and Jon speaks to his wife.

“Are you well, Madam?”

Sansa responds by turning on her side and hugging her belly. A no.

Jon stares at her, thoroughly confused. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

If it were not Sansa, Jon would have described the noise she makes as a grunt. But Sansa does not grunt. She does, however, make an indignant throat noise.

“What is wrong?” He asks again, reaching out to her. She turns her head and glares. Jon realizes, to his horror, that this is one of those cases where his wife feels he should realize his error on his own, without her having to tell him.

These situations don’t occur often, but when they do, it is the worst, for three reasons: 1) He never manages to figure it out nor fix it until after she finally breaks down and tells him; 2) It’s something big and offensive enough for Sansa to consider it obvious; and 3) Once she has divulged her grievance, it’s usually something that seems obvious once spoken, and he always feels like awful for not figuring it out.

“Sansa, please tell me. I cannot fix it if I don’t know.”

She turns away again. He sighs.

“Will you be taking supper with me?”

She shakes her head. He sighs again.

“Very well.”

His bath and changing is awkward, as is his good-bye to his wife when he leaves for supper. He sends an invite to Asha, Meera, Sam, and Arya to join him for supper in his private dining room. It’s a quarter hour into their roast duck that Arya finally asks, “Alright, Jon, what’s wrong?”

He reddens. “Nothing.”

“Liar.” Arya says. Jon doesn’t answer. Their other dinner companions exchange glances, finish their food quickly, and excuse themselves. Arya orders the servants to take their food away, and, once the room is empty of all but the two of them, she speaks.

“Sansa’s not ill, is she?” Arya asks, looking concerned.

“I don’t think so. Not that she’d tell me is she was,” Jon replies resentfully, “She isn’t speaking to me.” “Ah.” Arya sits back in her chair, appraising him. “And you don’t know why.”

“How can I know why if she won’t tell me?!” The king stands and starts pacing. “I know it must be something serious, if she’s this upset. Usually she tells me things!”

“Of course. She knows you’ll listen. Like Ser Patrek so insightfully remarked last night, you enjoy the company of women.”

“Right, I’m not the sort to expect women to be silent! So why won’t she just tell me what is wrong?!”

At this, Arya rolls her eyes and scoffs.. “Jon, you are so dense sometimes!”

Oh gods, not her too. If Arya was pulling this as well, then it had to be bad. “What is it, then?”

“Ugh!” Arya stands. “Why don’t you ask Asha Greyjoy?”

Jon gets to his feet. “Maybe I will!” It seemed Lady Greyjoy was the only person willing to make sense today. He walks off, angry. Arya was supposed to be on his side. She was always on his side.

He goes back to his chambers, and Sansa is asleep. He gets into bed, but doesn’t sleep.

Why doesn’t he ask Asha Greyjoy? She was a woman. And she was one of the more level-headed people he knew. And she was Ironborn, and as frank about things as any Ironborn could be. She wasn’t particularly close with Sansa, but there seemed to be a certain… understanding… all women seemed to have. So he invites Lady Greyjoy to take breakfast with him in his privy chamber.

Asha arrives, oddly enough, with two of her men, looking a bit uncomfortable. Jon blushes. “Um, Lady Greyjoy, I had hoped to dine with you alone, to discuss a personal matter.”

“I do not think that wise, Your Grace.”

And that’s when it hits him.

He rises from his seat, nearly knocking over his plate of poached eggs and venison sausage, horrified.

“Deepest apologies, Lady Greyjoy, but something has… I need to attend to something at once. I’m so sorry!” He bows deeply —- he doesn’t want to displease his wife any more by being discourteous to a vassal, even who… Jon rushes back to the bedchamber.

Sansa isn’t there. He heads for her privy chamber, desperate to speak to her. He is about to have himself announced when he hears a shout. It’s Arya. “Shut up, Margaery!”

Glancing awkwardly at the guard at her door, Jon humbles himself by pressing his ear to it, like a sneaky child.

“Arya please!” Sansa says, her voice strangled.

“No, I’m sick of this horseshit! Jon is an idiot, but he would never do such a thing! And either way, Sansa shouldn’t just sit by and take it!”

“Lady Arya,” Margaery Tyrell says, her voice condescending and firm, “I realize you are not prone to courtly pursuits, but you must understand that I am merely giving your sister the best advice I can. Men, even good men, are men. This sort of thing is common, especially with kings, and especially during periods where their wives are in Her Grace’s condition. It’s to be both expected and accepted, if one does not wish to be miserable. There’s nothing Her Grace can do about him sharing another’s bed. But what she can control is whether or not these women end up being passing fancies or her husband’s confidantes. If she is kind and sweet and forgiving, the king will always end up coming home to her, seeking out her and her alone for support, confidence, and advice. He’ll even feel more guilty about betraying his ever-lovely wife, and be more malleable as a result. If you are harsh, abrasive, and resentful, he’ll seek out women for more than just pleasure, but for comfort and solace. He will tell them things, he will become intimate with them on a level beyond the physical, and he will prefer their company to the queen’s. She will spend more time alone, and create true rivals, by being abrasive than if she turns a blind eye.”

“You don’t know anything about Jon! He’s not some Lannister or Baratheon, not some southern ponce! He was raised by our father, who was always loyal to our mother!”

“Don’t be so sure of that. Just because King Jon wasn’t truly a bastard doesn’t mean—”

“—Don’t say another word, Margaery!” This time it was Sansa who interrupted, her voice wrung with fury that Jon currently shared. Margaery Tyrell was never his favorite person, but he never loathed her. At the moment, however, he does. How dare she?

“Apologies, Your Grace. I did not mean to besmirch your father’s good name.” The Tyrell woman has the decency to sound chastened.

“What do you think, Myranda?” Sansa asks.

“I think men are men, and their eyes will wander. But that their cocks don’t always catch up. Our king is a good man, and while he might be tempted, that doesn’t mean he’s acted on it— yet. I think you can, and should, nip it in the bud.”

“And if he has strayed already?”

“My advice is the same. Make sure it doesn’t become a habit. But maybe…”

“What?”

Myranda sighs. “…Maybe try guilt instead of anger. Shed some pretty tears, bemoan your broken heart, make him hate himself. Men have a way of feeling justified about things women get angry at them for. Margaery isn’t entirely wrong.”

“If that doesn’t work, I’ll geld him!” Mya Stone offers cheerily. At this, the room laughs, even Sansa.

Having heard enough, Jon walks away, determined. He goes to his privy chamber, tells his steward to cancel everything except court that day, gives special instructions for the kitchens, and sends word for his wife to meet him on the balcony outside their bedchamber.

He receives her for lunch with a table laden with flowers, fresh trout, sweet lemongrass salad, peach preserves, lemoncakes, arbor gold… all of her favorite things. He dresses in a doublet she made him of red velvet, the one she likes the most. When she arrives, he helps her into her chair and pours her wine himself. It’s only when he’s seated that he speaks.

“I’m so sorry. Nothing has happened, I swear it. I’ve not touched another woman since Ygritte, I swear it upon the Old Gods and New. Upon the grave of Eddard Stark. Upon our child’s life.”

Her breath catches at this. And, to his horror, she bursts into tears. He panics. This was supposed to make her feel better.

Sansa instantly reaches into her skirts for a handkerchief and tries to dry her eyes. “I’m terrible! I never should have doubted you! I just…”

“What?”

“It… It wasn’t just that I thought you might have been unfaithful. It was that others might think so. Others might doubt me, doubt us. Even if you hadn’t done a thing, it would seem that I was dishonored, and people would try to take advantage of that.”

Jon swallowed heavily. “I know.” He did, too. He knew what she meant. Word gets around that the king has strayed, and people start taking the queen less seriously, start propping out their bonny daughter to catch their liege’s eye. Since taking the throne, Sansa had helped him grow accustomed to his new role, instructing him on certain aspects of court life. This happened even before they were formally betrothed. And indeed, her early counsel had been one of the reasons he’d married her. She’d explained this aspect of court life before she was ever his designated bride. “I should have… But I never thought—”

“You are so often surrounded by women. Women who are strong and brave and wild and fierce. Who wield blades, who are warriors. Women who have the sorts of adventures and pursuits you have. Who aren’t anything like me.”

His stomach sinks. “That doesn’t mean I love you any less, or would have you any other way, Sansa. You are all I want. I just…”

“… I know! You have friends who share your interests, and you don’t care if someone is male or female. I love that about you. But I can’t help but look at them and think of all the things they share with you that I don’t. I can’t help but look at them and wonder if you wish you had one of them instead of me.” She buries her face in her handkerchief.

Jon gets up and hurries to her. He pulls her hands away, holds onto them, and looks into her eyes. “Sansa, if I had one of them, who would I go to when I need the fighting to end? How would I have a life without the monotony of everything being the same all at once? How would I remember that there is life beyond a battlefield? You are all I could ever want, Sansa. The only wife, only lover I want. I have you, and I’m a eunuch to every other women I meet. Sometimes, I can’t even believe you are mine. That I get to be yours. And if anyone doubts that, I will do whatever I can to show them how wrong they are. Just please, if I ever act inappropriately, tell me. Margaery Tyrell can go hang.”

There is a pause. The look of delight that came over Sansa’s face as he spoke slowly turns to suspicion. “Wait, how do you know what Margaery said to me?”

He freezes. “Oh, I…” Seven Hells.

She clutches the bridge of her nose between two fingers, her eyes shut in consternation. “For pity’s sake, Jon!”

“Well! You weren’t telling me what was wrong! I needed to know somehow!”

At this, she starts laughing. She clutches his face and kissed him. “Alright, Husband. I will tell you next time. And you won’t eavesdrop.”

He smiles then, and gives her another kiss. “Alright. And I meant what I said. Margaery Tyrell can hang. I hope you won’t take her seriously.”

“Well, she wasn’t entirely without cause. Many kings have strayed, especially when their queens have… this…” She gestures to her belly.

Jon lowers his head and mouth. “Well, I love this.” He kisses her belly, his blood suddenly heated. “I could spend an eternity worshipping this, and every other inch of you. Would you like me to prove it?”

A smile creeps across her face. “We can’t afford an eternity, but…” She glances over her shoulder to make sure no one was around to see, then starts lifting her skirts, her reddened eyes now flashing. “Let’s see how much you can manage between now and court.”

“Out here?” He asks teasingly. “My Lady!”

“Out here, and in there.” She points behind her to the door to their bedchamber, grinning lasciviously.

Here’s the third and last chapter of Lindwyrm AU

Have fun! And happy Halloween!

And as always… thank you Rae @onegirlintheback for the prompt! I loved it and I hope you have loved it as much as I have!

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