#In this AU Sansa is of course legal

[pocketramblr]

An AU where Izuku made All Migh sign papers that turned out to be adoption papers, please. (All Might is adopted as a dad, obviously.)

1- Izuku clues in after the SF that his mom isn't exactly happy with UA and gets nervous about her freaking out and taking him out, especially if she hears that RG won't heal his bones anymore. So, he has a plan.

He gets his mom to sign several papers disguised as report cards, internship permission slips, and costume approvals. Then, he gets All Might to give him another autograph.

2- he's tricked them both into signing adoption forms designating them both his legal guardians. Then, if his mom tries to pull him, All Might can argue for him to stay and at least stall for some time, or help pick a different school to compromise, because Izuku's going to be a hero, dang it

3- then Izuku has to figure out how to notify UA of the adoption without, you know, tipping All Might off about the adoption. The Stain fight and subsequent hospitalization give him an idea. He goes to Aizawa after the break and asks about changing his records because (mutter mutter mutter) he needs to make sure Toshinori Yagi can see him in case of any hospitalization at UA and (mutter mutter mutter.) Aizawa looks at the documents and realizes what they are. He points out there are easier ways to give All Might legal permission to see him if injured. Izuku mutters some more, and he says he'll pass it on to RG and make sure all the changes are made. Then Izuku asks him to not tell All Might- after all, izuku doesn't want him to think Izuku's planning on getting hurt again or anything, just in case-

Aizawa realizes that this is being done in secret. All Might doesn't know he's legally adopted Izuku, somehow. And he decides it's both hilarious and not his business, because technically he doesn't have any proof of crime and this isn't an act of villainy he's required to investigate. Besides, kid deserves something after figuring out how quirk. And he'll learn something from the ruse however it goes. He changes the forms for Midoriya, listing All Might as a legal guardian with the school, and doesn't tell anyone. (Nedzu knows though, of course)

4- All Might isn't allowed to fight Izuku in the final exams because that's a rule at UA about family fights (Juzo can't fight Ectoplasm for the same reason.) He is unaware of this and isn't sure why Nedzu immediately says he can't (he was looking forward to it, for the same reason he likes dressing up as a villain during training and misses sparring with Nana). Aizawa is like "oh right, that rule" and keeps going without explaining. All Might really wants to ask what rule, but doesn't want to be looked at sideways for not reading the teaching handbook and already knowing.

5- It gets discovered after the mall trip when Tsukauchi tells Sansa to reach out to Izuku's guardians, and Sansa is like "hey isn't this that friend of yours" and Tsukauchi stares at the file because Toshi didn't tell him about the adoption! And that kinda hurts! But he figures it probably wasn't a big deal and just for emergencies like this, a contingency, and acts professional. When Toshi arrives and asks Tsukauchi why the police told him his son was attacked by a villain and if he made up a lie to have an excuse to reach him without breaking some privacy law, Tsukauchi stares. He says the name and relation was already on Izuku's file- if Toshinori didn't put it there, who did?

Izuku tries to make himself look very small and innocent.

+1- Toshinori is like "ok what happened" and Izuku, very nervously, comes clean about what he did and why- after Tsukauchi leaves for deniability. Toshinori is stunned because he never really expected this, to be tricked and come so close to having his boy as a son, but never know. It's hilarious, and it hurts, and he has no clue what he's supposed to do about it. Izuku apologizes repeatedly, and Toshinori cuts him off. He's not taking OfA back, he just needs to figure this out - and that means figuring things out with his mother and them deciding something together. Izuku really would rather not, but Toshinori shrugs and says this is what he wanted with them Co-parenting. Izuku is sheepish after that, and Toshinori softens a bit, admitting that he has very few regrets, and Izuku is none of them. He does, however, regret never telling his own teacher that he saw her as a mother. Then, before izuku can react, Toshinori sees Inko arriving, and leaves to go talk to her

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Modern AU Sansan HC’s

How this this not canon yet???

Ned at Cat know nothing

Their innocent good Sansa dating gruff, burned and tatted Sandor

Arya, Jon and Robb know

Robb threatened Sandor, saying he;d get real hurt if he’d harm Sansa in anyway

Sandor laughed him in the fucking face

Because HE WOULD NEVER HURT HIS LITTLE BIRD

He treats her like a goddess

Jeyne and Margeary always cover for Sansa when she is staying at Sandor’s place

Like, almost everyone know about the two, but no one even bothers to tell Cat and Ned

Sansa should be glad her parents are not very social media savey with the amount of pictures she posts on instagram that feature Sandor

Sandor is soft AF for Lady and Sansa loves it

The only reason Arya covers for Sansa when Cat or Ned ask about anything is because Sandor teaches her kickboxing

A lot of girls asked Sansa why she’s dating Sandor when she used to be with Joff and could likely get half the boys on campus

Sansa always answers ‘Only a dog can handle a direwolf’

Her friends are always so embarassed when she does this

Sansa is a secret freak

And Sandor is all in for it

Sandor is a secret softy

He loves everything Sansa does

He can fall asleep to her singing

But will also stay awake half the night to look over her, making sure she sleeps soundly

He totes beat up Ramsay when Sansa asked

Sansa has shown up at home in his leather jackets once or twice and kinda told Cat it was Loras’, so now Cat has high hopes her daughter is dating Loras Tyrell

This is quite the joke in Sansa’s friendgroup

Eddard ‘Why is my daughter suddenly on birthcontrol’ Stark

Rickon idolizes Sandor and Sansa is sometimes tempted to tell her little brother

Benjen and Lyanna both know, but they don’t fancy stressing Ned out and ruining the good thing Sansa has with Sandor

Because fuck is what they have good

They understand each other so well

Sandor genuinly LOVES Sansa with all his heart

Most people understand

OBERYN MARTELL IS THEIR BIGGEST SUPPORTER

‘My dear Sansa, with him you have made a great choise. He might not be dashingly handsome like your truly, but you know you have his heart in the palm of your hand. And I am sure he is kinky as fuck.’

Sandor lives near campus, so Sansa is there, like every free hour

Her parents think she takes part in a lot of extracuricular activities after school

The only extracuricular activities she will be doing will be cuddling and sexing Sandor

As much as Sandor loves bedroom activities, he is so fucking fond of snuggling Sansa

He calls her Foxy lady

They have the same sense of humor and tend to laugh a lot together

Movie nights are totally Sansa’s fav

They are actually a very active couple

They go out for hikes when they can

Sandor mostly convinces Sansa to join the kick box sesh when Arya’s over

They go to the gym together, Sandor lifts and Sansa does cargio or Yoga

Sansa’s probably one of the fittest girls on campus

SANDOR IS ABLE TO BRAID SANSA’S HAIR AND IT IS CUTE AF

He buys her flowers at least once a week

HE IS SO SMITTEN WITH HER IT IS PURE AS FUCK

And yes Sansa is so in love with thim too

Because she sees his heart of hearts rather than his looks

[shining-m00nlight]

Can we talk about the hypocrisy in a lot of Modern AU Sansan fics. Like Cat is always a bitch, who doesn't understand that Sansa is traumatized from the abuse she suffered. Cat only wants her children to marry and have kids (for completely selfish reasons), like that's basically Cats personality in those fics.

Sansa doesn't even mind Sandor calling her mother a bitch or other things, sometimes to Cats face. All of this because Cat is just a bad person who sucks and the only personality she has is that she is mean, stupid and abusive. You know based on her dislike of Jon in Canon.

But you know Sandor, Sandor is just a person with a heart of gold who's life is dedicated to helping the people that are not strong enough to do it themselves. And he would never harm anyone. You know based on the Canon that Sandor never did anything remotely wrong.

And that Sansa is most often barley legal and he is a middle aged man is of course never an issue. And if a person (Cat) says something about it their just a bitch who don't understand love.

Also Sansa always complaints about Cat pressuring her to get married and have kids but Sansa thinks it's to early in general but then she marries Sandor after a few months and has a baby almost immediately. That's logical.

[littlefeatherr]

Is there a modern sansan AU that you think would work well, but haven't seen?

I would like to see an a/u where Ned adopts Sandor as a teen.

Robert Baratheon has employed orphaned teenager Sandor to do some shady stuff and Ned can't stomach it.

Meanwhile Sansa goes to school with Joffrey and after Sandor saves her from him, they become friends, though they are outsiders to the rest of the school.

After Sandor gets caught and thrown into juvie, Sansa begs her father to help him. Once Ned realizes that Sandor has gone against Robert to protect his daughter, he bails him out and is appointed his legal guardian. Of course Cat isn't consulted and Robert thinks that Ned just found a clever way to get Sandor back working for him.

Drama, angst, filthy mouthed Sandor, nerdy Sansa and lemony sweetness ensues. Any takers?

[disregardcanon]

important modern westeros headcanons concerning the extended stark clan for my own modern au 

important details to know 

married couples: brandon and barbrey, ned and cat (duh), rickard and lyarra, hoster and minisa, brynden and unspecified beautiful man, and edmure and roslin

the starks, as we know them, are not The Starks Of Winterfell, they’re like their sixth cousins who live in winterfell the town (not the castle). they still have some runoff money from being related to them but they’re not the absurdly old money that The Starks Of Winterfell TM are. rickard and lyarra and then brandon and barbrey are at the cusp of between upper and upper middle class and then ned, lya, and benjen who didn’t go into the family business are towards the bottom of upper middle. 

rickard stark is a shrewd and calculating businessman. he doesn’t ever coast through deals on the stark name, but he doesn’t like. avoid using it either. out of all his children, legal or good, he gets along the best with barbrey, brandon’s wife. rickard sent all of his children to a upper crust southron boarding school over the school years and then the “summer” (i don’t know how westerosi school years would work yet okay but imagine an equivalent of an american summer vacation) he sends brandon to stay with some friends in barrowtown, where he ended up falling in love with barbrey ryswell. he dies around the same time that bran is born of cancer. 

lyarra stark, nee flint, is dedicated. she’s the one who kept up her husband’s squeaky clean public face, and she was always doing double time for brandon. when lyanna ran off with rhaegar and then came back with a baby to live with ned and cat for a few years, she was doing triple time. lyarra has a sharp wit and is very ambitious. she thinks that all of her children but brandon made a mistake when they chose not to go into the family business and she doesn’t let any of them forget it. she loves her grandchildren, even though she dislikes the circumstances of jon’s birth and thinks that ned might not have gone into police work if he didn’t marry a woman who went into law. 

brandon and barbrey stark are the “someone will die.” “of fun!” couple. brandon is big, boisterous, and friendly and barbrey is hilarious, if you have a cruel and biting sense of humor. barbrey is devoted and loving, if you’re her family, and she’s disapproving of anyone who hasn’t earned her love. she and brandon don’t have children because brandon travels so much for work and barbrey doesn’t want them, but they love on ned and lyanna’s enough you’d think they were their own. brandon takes over the company when rickard dies and babrey is a higher up in her own father’s. she and roose bolton are frequent business partners. 

in less fun news, barbrey’s sister, bethany, was married to roose bolton. barbrey and roose remain good friends until she attends the funeral of the man’s other son after he was killed resisting arrest for serial killing, torture, lots of not great ramsayish things because barbrey’s like “well roose is kinda a dick but it’s not like he wanted the kid to be like that. gotta go support the guy so he feels less bad” and gets a really bad vibe about the whole deal. she cuts off contact after that. 

when lyanna stark was young, her mother and father were always talking about different businessmen she could marry and how she could come north and take over her portion of the family business, and lyanna felt suffocated. instead of coming back up to winterfell after her high school graduation, she runs off with her married poetry teacher, rhaegar viserion. it’s about a two year crazy ride of a romance, and lyanna ends up with a baby and the realization that rhaegar is terrible for her. she moves back up north to winterfell with ned, who was in the midst of a falling out with his parents over his choice to forego college and go into police work and his choice to marry so young, catelyn, and their young son robb. lyanna lived with ned for about four years (seeing sansa’s birth) before she died of cancer. this results in a few year long custody battle with jon’s father to keep him in winterfell. the custody arrangement ends up with jon spending major holidays of the seven and summer vacations with rhaegar and his siblings but all the rest of the year with ned and cat. 

benjen made his way north to work for an expedition company north of the remains of the wall. he has not married and does not plan to. he dated a few women back in college, but it wasn’t really his thing. he tried dating a few men later on, but it wasn’t his thing either. benjen’s just kind of a lone wolf. he’ll spend holidays down in winterfell, and sometimes ned and cat spend the children up for a week or so at a time for a little break and because benjen loves his niblings

the tullys! depending on the way that i’m feeling on a given day they might be named tully and just be so distantly related to the tullys of riverrun that they can’t even prove a connection, “blackfish” as the children of a riverlands knight who admired brynden tully, or just “fish” because that’s a real last name and the idea of it makes me giggle. the family grew up in maidenpool.

hoster is a former physician well respected in the communtiy. he and his wife, a surgeon, made quite a nice living for themselves, and now hoster is in hospital administration, running the one at the university of maidenpool, one of the most respected institutions in the country. 

minisa whent met hoster at the beginning of med school and the two have been together ever since. becoming a surgeon was difficult for minisa because of all of the obstacles that were against her, but she never let any of it stop her. she was said to have the “steadiest hands in the riverlands” and her children remember her for competent as a professional as well as for being kind and compassionate as a mother. minisa died in a car accident when catelyn was fifteen, and hoster was never the same since. 

brynden was a college athlete, a pro athlete, and then a sports announcer. when catelyn was seventeen, he and his boyfriend were outed to the world and he became one of the most prominent gay celebrities, paving the way for more openly gay men in sports. he was always exceptionally close to his niblings, and once they had children, he doted on them just the same.

lysa was always a little bit unstable. she spent much of her life pining after petyr baelish, their neighbor across the street who was always in love with cat but never looked her way once. when she tried to talk to him about her affections, he laughed in her face the same way that cat had to him. when petyr moved away to king’s landing for college, he never came back and never spoke to her again, though catelyn apparently heard from him lots. 

she flitted from interest to interest, always trying to find something that she was better at than catelyn. she took up a job at an after school program for primarily underprivileged kids, and while she wasn’t good at working with groups, she found that she was very good at making individual members feel loved and confident in ways that she never had as a child. she decided to start up her own home day care with high rates that only let in a small amount of kids, so that they could have more personalized attention. 

she never had any luck with romantic relationships, but after deciding that she wanted a child of her own, she went through the insemination process and had robin. unlike canon robin, this robin almost never lacked peers to interact with between his mom’s daycare kids, his winterfell cousins and his maidenpool cousins, he never lacked for friends. and between his grandparents, his cousins, and his aunts and uncles, robin ever lacked for family or love. 

edmure and roslin met at college. while hoster had been trying to pressure edmure into medical school, he met roslin in his intro to psychology classes and fell in love with the subject as he fell in love with her. roslin is the daughter of, of course, walder frey, by one of his later wives. walder is like a donald trump figure in all the grossesness that entails. roslin became interested in discovering why people act the way that they do (and why that way is so often Bad) and how to try to help people like, not do that. discovering a man who was so earnest, true, and kind was a breath of fresh air. edmure only completed his bachelors and ended up going into public relations at a company in maidenpool but roslin went all the way to get her doctorate and start practicing psychiatry and helping people that way. they had three daughters, minisa who’s rickon’s age, bethany who’s three years younger, and celia who’s two years younger than that. 

[nessataleweaver]

Noblesse Oblige

No Dungeons Just Dragons #1

For @jonsadungeonsanddrabbles event; Day 1: Love and Duty

Ranger and Lord Jon Snow needs a magic user for his Party; Sorceress and Lady Sansa Stark needs to avoid being married to Joffrey.  It's a win-win situation all around.

Note: after seeing the name of the tumblr running the fest, I couldn’t resist: therefore all my drabbles will be set in a Dungeons and Dragons-style AU. This will not be strictly to D&D canon; I’ve thrown in ideas from several similar-themed anime as well.

Also on AO3

Jon leaned back against the wall, the marble of the Red Keep still warm from a day’s worth of spring sunlight.  It was only an hour or so past sunset, and the moon was rising over King’s Landing, the fourth-floor balcony giving him an excellent view. Candlelight spilled from the open doors on his left, and he could hear the music and chatter of the guests.

Yet another boring ball.  A Ranger had no place in a palace, no matter his families’ opinion.  He had missed them all, but he still couldn’t wait to get back to the Wolfswood where he belonged.

“Lord Snow?”

Jon turned to see a tall, slim girl standing in the spill of golden light from the ballroom’s many chandeliers.  Her hair blazed auburn, gold highlights making her look like a candle-flame herself.  Her skin was ivory-pale, her face breathtaking. She looked almost radiant.

She delicately grasped the skirts of her dove-grey gown, and swept into a shallow curtsey; the exact proper degree for a daughter of a Great House greeting the son of a Great House.  “I am Lady Sansa of House Stark.”

“Lady Stark.  Good evening.”  Just because Jon loathed court socialising, that didn’t mean he had to be rude.

“May I be direct?”

“Please do.” Jon’s reply was heartfelt.  He hated the talking in circles most of the court used as a matter of course.

“I have heard that the reason for your return to the Red Keep was that your Party has lost a member.”

“Yes, my Cleric,” Jon admitted.  “Not to death; having fulfilled his duty as a child of a Noble House, Sam is retiring to marry a woman he met on one of our quests.  My magics only work in the wild, and I have no other magic-users in our Party.  I believe my Party needs to be well-rounded in order to be successful.”

Unlike some, Jon considered ‘keeping your Party members alive’ to be an essential ingredient of success.

It was only Jon’s heightened senses that let him detect her sigh of relief.  “In that case, Lord Snow, I wish to join your Party.  I am a Sorceress.”

Jon took a closer look at her face. Lady Stark looked to be only a year or two younger than himself.  Not that twenty-two qualified Jon as elderly!  “May I ask – how old are you?”

“Almost eighteen,” Lady Stark replied, lifting her chin slightly.

Younger than she looked, then, but still...

Once they reached adolescence and discovered their Class of Talents, all children of Noble Houses – especially Great Houses – were obliged, both legally and socially, to spend several years Adventuring, as only practice and experience could increase the strength of and their skill in those talents. Most Great Houses tended to send off their children early, usually after buying them a place in a well-known Company, with high-levelled career Adventurers who were experienced at shepherding novices and knew how to advance their skill levels and experience quickly and painlessly.

 “And you haven’t been Adventuring before?” Jon asked.  

He honestly hadn’t meant it as an insult, but Lady Stark’s mouth tightened slightly. “My mother doesn’t approve of Adventuring in the wild, and refused to allow me to do so until after my sixteenth birthday.  I want very much to perform my duty by my House, and I wish to gain experience and strength. However, I insisted that I maximise my cooking skills first. It’s one thing to go Adventuring in the wilderness; it’s quite another to do so while trying to survive on food that’s likely to make you sick.”

Jon grimaced, remembering what had happened the only time they’d let Grenn cook.  Everyone in the Party had spent the next two days either groaning or dashing for the latrine.  “An excellent point, my Lady.”

“Once that happened, I was invited to Court.”

Nothing more needed to be said; invitations from the King were not turned down.  By anyone. That was why Jon was at the Red Keep.

“And you feel that you’ve put this off long enough?”

Another imperceptible sigh.  “Not exactly.  Lady Cersei has decided I would make an excellent bride for Joffrey.”

Jon eyed her curiously.  He rather thought he knew where this was going.  Everyone knew that Cersei had insisted her own father more or less buy Joffrey’s way through his duty.  It was rumoured that Joffrey had been expelled from his Company at an embarrassingly low Level.  Jon knew it to be a fact.

“If I don’t act soon, I’m worried that Lady Cersei will force her husband to exploit his long friendship with my father to formalise a betrothal, and then use her position as my future Good-Mother to keep me from properly Adventuring.”

“Joffrey Baratheon would never tolerate a wife stronger than himself.”

Lady Stark smiled.  “Exactly.  But not even Lady Cersei would dare gainsay a Royal.”

Jon didn’t quite snap at her, but his voice was curt.  “I’m bastard-born.  I’m Lord Snow, not Prince Targaryen.”

“But still an acknowledged son of the Royal Bloodline, and raised as one,” Lady Stark countered calmly.

Jon looked her over thoughtfully.  She’d greeted him, correctly, as a Lord, not a Prince.  Curtseyed to him as the son of a Great House, which he was, not a Prince Royal.  Someone with that kind of grasp on social niceties would come in handy when dealing with those bloody Elves, and she was clever enough to come up with a way of manoeuvring herself out of the clutches of the greediest family in Westeros.

“A Sorceress, you say?  Show me what you’ve got to offer.”

Lady Stark smiled, and walked out of the candlelight to join him in the moonlit shadows.  She raised her hand toward him, as if expecting him to kiss it.  She had three rings on her fingers, and a bracelet on her delicate wrist, set with a multitude of stones - several shades of red, blue, and green; amber, violet and even the sparkle of a diamond.  A breath later, all the differing stones began to gently glow with arcane light.  

“A Gem Sorceress?” Jon murmured, impressed.  He gently grasped her hand, and brought it to his lips. “Throw in cooking lessons for everyone in the Party, and we have an accord.”

Lady Stark – Sansa – inclined her head, and gave a smile brighter than her gems.  “Done!”

[ebdaydreamer]

Mother of Cats

It’s Mother’s Day in the UK so I thought I’d write a little something. This is my first GoT fic and my first fic in a while so constructive criticism is more than welcome.

Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV)

Pairing: Jonerys, Past Drogo/Dany

Warnings: Mentions of violence and underage sex but hey, this is Game of Thrones

Summary: Although Jon and Dany's histories with mothers are somewhat rocky, they've made their own Mother's Day tradition. A Modern AU.

[AO3]

There was never any reason for either of them to celebrate Mother’s Day: both of their mother’s died in childbirth after all.

As per usual, Jon had been invited for dinner at his Uncle Ned’s but had made up some excuse as he had done every year since he moved out. Whilst the rest of the Stark’s had accepted him as their own, his Aunt Catelyn had always resented her husband treating Jon as an equal son. Jon never brought it up, but Dany could see how the lack of mother figure compared to his adoptive siblings had affected him.

Despite the lack of mothers in their lives, Dany had woken up to a joke card for the past six years from ‘her children’: Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion.

*

6 years ago

“Are you going to your Uncle’s this Sunday?” Dany inquired from her position on the couch, Viserion curled in her lap.

Jon returned from the kitchen with the Pringles. “No, why would I?”

“Well,” Dany began, stealing the crisps from him, “it is Mother Day.”

Jon hesitated. “I haven’t really done that since Uni.”

“Why not?” Dany asked in between munches. “I thought you guys were close?”

“We are,” Jon sighed, glancing away. His face was becoming broody. After six months of dating, Dany had learnt the signs of a brood. “I mean, I am with my uncle- most of my cousins are like siblings to me-”

“Most?” Dany handed him the Pringles.

“Aye. Sansa and I were always distant.” He took three crisps into his mouth at once, chewing as he stalled. “She idolised her mother, you see. Aunt Catelyn… well, it was clear her priorities lay with her own children above her dead sister-in-law’s orphan.”

Dany’s heart stung. How could a woman - a mother, no less - make a child feel unimportant? How could she not see a child in need of love and then deny it them?

“It’s not a big deal, but I think she would rather spend Mother Day with her own children.”

She shuffled closer to him and lay her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged. “It’s alright. Saves me a trip to Winterfell.” He turned, a rare smile on his face. “And I can spend the weekend with you instead of those nutters.”

Dany giggled, “Smooth, but I have plans.”

Jon’s brow furrowed, “With who?”

“My children,” Dany replied, lifting Viserion out of her lap to show him.

“Of course,” Jon rolled his eyes playfully. “What is it Missandei calls you? The Mother of Cats.”

“Don’t mock,” Dany glared, pulling Viserion into her arms for a cuddle. “I found them. I raised them. They’re my children - possibly the only ones I’ll ever have.”

Jon's eyes snapped to hers, and Dany instantly realised her mistake. Shit: that morbid joke of hers was supposed to stay between herself and Missandei. She’d only had a few ‘boyfriends’ since Drogo, and they’d never gotten very serious so the issue had never come up before. She wasn’t even sure when a good time to mention something like that was. Yet, she’d never felt anyone the way she’d felt about Jon. She’d never felt this safe with someone before. She’d never felt desired for more than her pretty face. She’d never felt so open with anyone before.

“What do you mean?”

His voice forced her to focus and breathe. Tragic backstories were something she’d never really shared before Jon either - not with a romantic partner anyway. Jon wasn’t the first she’d told about her parents - with her father’s reputation before he died, she’d never really needed to - but he was the first she opened up to her life in foster care and her emotionally abusive older brother.

“Ok.” Miraculously, her voice didn't come out shaky, but it was still a whisper. She placed Viserion on the floor and stuffed a few Pringles in her mouth. “Ok.” She brushed the crumbs off her palms and turned to face him. She sighed heavily, unable to force the tale to her mouth, until she felt Jon’s hand reach for her’s.

“When I was fifteen, living in Essos, Viserys was trying to get in with this gang. Have you heard of the Dothraki?” Jon nodded, running his thumb across the back of her hand. “Well, he set me up with their leader-”

Jon’s eyes widened. “Set you up… romantically?”

Dany nodded, willing herself not to cry until the end of her story.

“Gods above, Dany. How old was he?”

“Thirty,” Dany managed to gasp. “He was thirty years old and he was my first boyfriend. Let me finish, please,” Dany begged when she saw he was about to express his outrage. “Vis was my legal guardian by then and… well… he threatened more than emotional abuse if I didn’t comply. I looked older than my age, so I flirted and batted my eyes when Vis introduced me to him and he… saw what he liked.” Dany shoved some more crisps in her mouth to give herself a break. “Surprisingly, he was actually quite kind to me - compared to Vis he was a saint. I promise, Jon, he never did anything I didn’t want to. Yes, I know I couldn’t legally give consent; yes, I now know it was statutory rape… but Jon, he was the first person to ever show me respect. He treated me like an actual human being capable of making her own decisions.” Dany inhaled deeply, closing her eyes, trying to ignore all the emotions she could see coming from Jon. “I fell in love with him, and it felt so real back then. Now I can see I did it more for survival than anything else.”

Drogon chose this moment to jump up on the couch between them, desperate for attention as always. With her free hand, she dragged him into her lap and began petting him, knowing she’d need his presence for the rest of the story.

“Then I skipped a period.”

Jon inhaled sharply. “Dany-”

“Please. Just let me…” she glanced down at Drogon, happily purring away before forcing her gaze back to Jon.

“I was fifteen, I was terrified. I barely spent any time in school because of Drogo, but I couldn’t go to the doctors without someone finding out, so I went to the school nurse.” Dany tightened her grip on Jon’s hand. “I was pregnant.”

The tears began to fall now, and Jon brought his free hand up to wipe them away with so much care Dany almost began to cry harder.

“Drogo was ecstatic and this… this was the only time I felt I didn’t have a choice with him.” Dany gave a shaky exhale. “I warmed to the idea, actually. I’d already accepted that I would have no education and my life would be with the Dothraki, so I might as well have something that was mine.” Her eyes darted to the floor where Rhaegal was now rubbing against her leg, sensing her distress. “Vis wasn’t quite as happy.”

She paused, unable to bring herself to finish. Missandei was the only person she’d had to repeat the tale to thus far, and she’d been much less sober then.

“Dany?” Jon’s voice was barely a whisper. “You can stop. You don’t have to carry on.”

“I do.” She redirected her gaze to his. “I want to.” She swallowed. “He threatened me. His standing within the Dothraki was not what he intended. He wanted to be Drogo’s right hand but felt I’d stolen his focus, especially now with the baby. He threatened to slice me open and rip the fetus out of me, so Drogo shot him dead. And I was relieved. My own brother, my only flesh and blood, had just been murdered in front of me and I felt relief.”

“Shh,” Jon soothed her as the tears came heavier and faster. “He’d just threatened your life, Dany. He made your life a living hell. You were free from your tormentor.”

“I know,” she continued, “but it appeared the Dothraki agreed with him about me. Less than a month later, a group of them attacked us with knives… they stabbed Drogo in the chest and left him to bleed out in an alleyway, they-” she choked down a sob, “they stabbed me in my stomach. The next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital a week later after what was apparently quite a few surgeries.” The hand stroking Drogon shifted towards her abdomen where her scars had mostly healed. When anyone asked, when Jon had asked, she said they were purely surgical scars and steeled herself to not get emotional at the sight of them. “I was told that Drogo was dead and I had lost my baby. I woke up alone.”

“Gods, Dany,” Jon muttered, his free hand now running gently up and down her arm.

“I was in the hospital for a few weeks regaining my strength before I was sent back into the foster system. I had about a month left before my sixteenth birthday and I’d be out on my own anyway.” Dany’s upper lip tugged upwards, “Lucky for me, I knew where Drogo kept his emergency stash and managed to get myself a little flat.” Her smile fell again when she remembered the point of her story. “But I had a checkup at the hospital and they said everything was fine…” Dany trailed off, her head shaking involuntarily, gaze dropping to her lap. “‘Everything is fine, Miss Targaryen, everything is fine except’... Except. Expect there was some damage - from the surgery or the stabbing they’re not sure - but there was some damage to my fallopian tubes and because of that it is likely that I may never be able to conceive a child again.”

She refused to look at him. She refused to move. She knew she’d ruined it. It was too much to admit she was this damaged after six months.

She almost jerked away when she felt his hand under her chin, lifting her head up to meet his eyes. Her blood tingled at the sight. He was staring at her with such awe and compassion and love that she wanted to cry all over again. In that moment, she knew there was no denying it: he loved her and she loved him.

She was speaking again, completely unaware of the words coming out of her mouth because they were so unbelievably honest it burned. “A lot for a sixteen-year-old, I know. It was an odd feeling, because I was unsure if I’d ever want kids after… everything. ...But I felt so alone, because I felt like I’d never have a family again. I knew I’d never have any blood relatives again. The once great Targaryen Family died in that alleyway. And I’m alone,” Dany finally sobbed.

Hastily, she was pulled onto Jon’s lap, his hands running soothingly up and down her back, as her’s found its way into his hair to steady herself, whilst another grasped his shoulder.

“You’re not alone,” he breathed into her ear. “You’ve got Missandei, you’ve got Jorah and Barristan. You’ve got hundreds that love you and care for because you set up your shelter and helped them, you showed them that they are loved, and so are you, Dany” He leant back, and she reluctantly followed, resting her forehead on his. “You are loved.” He cupped her face and wiped her tears. “I love you.”

A fresh wave of tears came crashing down at his words. She’d told him. She’d told him and he’d stayed. “I love you too.”

It wasn’t until later that night in bed that Jon asked, “So, why the Mother of Cats?”

Dany chuckled. “I actually found them when I was walking home from that checkup. Three tiny kittens in a box in an alleyway. After taking them to the vet I adopted them, and I supposed I imprinted my maternal instincts onto them.”

“Hm, so you get your nickname from the happy ending to a quite tragic story.”

“Mhmm.”

“And it has absolutely nothing to do with how you coddle them?”

“Absolutely nothing to do with it at all.”

She woke up that Sunday with a card written in his scrawling hand, signed from Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion.

The next year, after they moved in together, Ghost was added to the list.

*

“Good morning,” she greeted, lured into the kitchen by the smell of bacon.

Her husband glanced over his shoulder, mercifully shirtless as he cooked. “Morning, love.”

She pulled herself onto the stool by the island, enjoying the view of Jon in just his pyjama bottoms. Her card was sat waiting for her. “Thank you, love.”

“Don’t thank me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ah, of course.” She spun in the chair to see the cats lounged on the couch. “Thank you darlings.” She then turned to Ghost laying on his bed. When he met her gaze, the wolf came bounding over, stopping calmly by her side and nuzzling her leg. She smiled, “Thank you too, Ghost.”

She turned back at the sound of a plate being placed on the island and wasted no time in chomping down on her bacon sandwich.

Jon grinned. “Who knows, if all goes well, maybe we can add another child next year.”

Dany returned his grin. They had been trying for over a year now and were due to begin IVF treatment in a few weeks.

“I cancelled the appointment.”

Jon’s face dropped. “You did what? Why? Dany, if you were having doubts you-”

“No, love, come here.” He rounded the island and stood in front of her, shooing a reluctant Ghost away. She took his hands. “I cancelled the appointment because we don’t need it anymore.”

His eyes widened. “Are you… Dany are you saying…?”

Her face split into a smile so wide it was almost painful. “I’m pregnant.”

He lifted her out of her seat and she wrapped herself around him, burrowing her face into his neck. They held each other for a few moments before Jon began to shake, overcome by tears.

She lifted her head to look into his eyes. “We’re having a baby?”

Her face-splitting grin fell to a warm smile as she cupped his face, softly wiping away his tears. “We’re having a baby.”

Jon glanced to the wolf at their feet. “Now your behaviour makes sense,” he said accusingly. “I was beginning to think he started loving you more than me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s always loved me more than you.”

Jon laughed, setting her down on the floor as he did, clasping her hands instead.

He pressed his forehead against hers. “We’re getting the family we always wanted,” she whispered.

“Aye, love. I promised you that you’d never be alone again and I am a man of my word.”

She brought their hands to her abdomen, lightly pressing against her scars.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Daenerys.”

[vixleonard]

Oh yay! Thank you! I'm so excited! (This is the Sansa/Steve anon.) Honestly, anything you want to do with that pair would be wonderful. But if a prompt of some sort could be helpful... maybe just something that shows him being the hero she's always deserved and her being the peace/home he's always craved? Sorry if that's nebulous! Really anything you wrote I will love because you are AMAZING

Aww, thank you!  I hope you like this.  Please accept this modern AU crossover hybrid thing lol

She answers the ad for the figure model because things are tight since her parents died.  Jon - the executor of the estate - says that it isn’t that bad, that their parents set her, Arya, Bran, and Rickon up, but the trust is not bottomless.  Sansa is the only one who is a legal adult, and as such, she feels as if the money needs to go to the younger kids more than her.  Besides, there are worse jobs she could do for $50 per class to just stand still.

Professor Erskine teaches several of the undergraduate art classes, including a course Sansa wants to take the semester if she can get her portfolio together.  He’s a sweet older man with a thick German accent that reminds Sansa of her Grandma and Grandpa Stark, and he eases her into the nude posing sessions.  Sansa knew they would be coming, but Professor Erskine lets her do it in stages before starting to pose on the pedestal completely nude.

“If anyone says anything that makes you uncomfortable, you come to me,” Professor Erskine implores her, his face serious.  “You are not to be harassed in my classroom, okay?”

She nods and he smiles and then gives her a piece of chocolate.  Sansa thinks he may be the nicest man she’s ever met.

Professor Erskine has two TAs.  The female TA, Peggy Carter, usually helps the professor with paperwork while the male TA, Steve Rogers, helps the students with their drawings.  Both are incredibly attractive, and there are whispers about them being a couple.  When all you can do is stand still, you pick up lots of gossip, and Sansa absorbs it all.

One evening after class is finished and Sansa’s finished redressing, Professor Erskine invites her to join him, Peggy, and Steve for a meal on him.  Peggy begs off, but Sansa, who doesn’t relish the idea of going home to another night of Cup of Noodles, accepts.  Steve opens every door for her, including the door to Professor Erskine’s hybrid, and he blushes when she thanks him.  Somehow it makes him even more attractive.

“So when are you going to let me see your portfolio?” Erskine asks her after his second glass of wine, and Sansa turns a brilliant shade of red at the way Steve looks at her in surprise and says, “You’re an artist?”

She isn’t sure what she mumbles in response, but she likes the idea of Steve calling her an artist.

Steve starts hanging around after classes, asking if she wants to get coffee, if he can help her with her portfolio, if she wants to see what he’s working on.  Sometimes Peggy or his best friend Bucky will join them; once Margaery came to the studio but spent so much time afterward making filthy jokes about Steve, Sansa didn’t invite her back again.  It’s nice, finally having a friend in the art department, and Steve is just so kind.

They’re walking through the convenience store in the student center when Sansa mentions needing to go shopping for Thanksgiving dinner.

“You’re making Thanksgiving dinner?”

Sansa nods then winces.  “I’m going to try.  I helped my mom do it every year.  I just figured…I don’t know.  It’s the first year without Mom, Dad, and Robb, and I want to keep things as normal as possible.  Jon - my cousin - and his girlfriend Val are inviting friends to join us and trying to make it a happy occasion.  You know, because if our touch football game is big enough we’ll forget we’re orphans.”

Steve smiles in sympathy. “I remember that.  After my mom died, Bucky’s mom insisted I join them for Easter.  She made me this giant Easter basket, way more than my mom ever would’ve done, and made sure I was in all the family pictures.  But the whole time…”

“Does it ever get easier?”

He grabs a bottle of Gatorade from the cooler and sighs.  “Nope.”

Despite herself Sansa laughs.  “Thank you for not blowing smoke up my ass like everyone else.”  And then she quickly ducks behind Steve with a curse.

“What are you doing?”

Staying hunched behind him, Sansa whispers, “Joffrey Baratheon just walked in.”

“And?”

“And…he’s in the Tuesday section of Intro to Figure Drawing and keeps making comments about my - “  She gestures vaguely to her chest.  “I just want to avoid him.”

Steve’s face darkens, jaw so tight a muscle in his cheek jumps.  “Did you tell Erskine?”

Sansa shakes her head.  “I can handle it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to!  You’re a model, and you deserve to be treated with respect.  If he can’t fucking handle that - “

Startled by the ferocity in his voice, Sansa lays a gentle hand on his chest.  She can feel his heart pounding hard beneath her palm, and she’s overwhelmed by the softness she feels for him.  “Steve…it’s okay.  Promise.”

He looks down at her, turning away from Joffrey, and his face softens, his blue eyes deep with sincerity.  “No one should ever treat you with anything but respect.”

The question flies out before Sansa can catch it.  “Do you want to come to Thanksgiving at my house?”

Steve blinks in surprise before smiling.  “Yeah, I’d like that.”

[desperatelyseekingroleplay]

Roleplay partners wanted!

My name is Rhys. I am 21 years old, she/her, from the CT, love the color magenta, and own two orange tabbies. I’m looking for partners in my conquest to write! While I can't get responses in every day, I am almost always open to chatter and geeking out about all sorts of things.

  I write third person, past/present tense, and paragraph form. I'm a novella-ish writer, and do try to crank out at least four-six paragraphs each time I get a response in. Like previously mentioned, I want to stress that while I can't respond every day, everything I do write is full of TLC! I always want to mention this to partners beforehand, because I know some people would rather do rapid fire responses than one or two a week. My limits are pretty general; toilet stuff is a no-no. I don't like to write out top/bottom stereotypes or "seme/uke" tropes. Beastiality, pedophilia, and the like are icky things I would rather avoid.

  I write for all genders, ethnicity, and orientations! I am open to any pairings, and beyond that, varying genres.

  https://docs.google.com/document/d/18n3iuj4m9X1hBo9P2IezrKdTfkTrSKt0H34ZP6v3hHs

  LIMITS

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  No unrealistic stereotypes of queer relationships, please. Yaoi, yuri, seme/uke, etc. Can't do that. Characters need to both have versatile roles; switching, so it's fair for everyone. Though, my characters do tend to be a lot more dominating!

  {{Very welcoming of BDSM, dom/sub, but this does not mean someone needs to be penetrated every single time in order for the dom to dominate. Get it? This can also apply to heterosexual relationships. I would literally love to see female characters who top, if you know what I mean. If given the chance, I will definitely have dom!females in bdsm-related situations}}

  Furries; blegh, no thanks. Beastiality, nekos, anything of sexual animal-related nature is a no-go, fam.

  Vore, scat, bathroom stuff, pedophilia. You know the drill! ((I am not opposed to consensual, legal age and non-reproducing incestuous relationships in FICTION! Sex is fine, just no children resulting from it. Reminder; this is fictional.))

  Okay, so despite those few limits, I am actually pretty welcoming of anything else. Smut, of course. Some kink a little out there that you want to suggest? Let's do it, dude. I am open to polyamorous relationships, any queer shit you're willing to throw at me lmao I am super OOC friendly and I am pretty much a garbled mess when I get to know you! I am open to crooked relationships, ones that don't function right, fluff and all cuteness, unconditional love-- my interests fluctuate! I am down, 24/7, guys! Here's a list of fandoms and pairings below.

_________

  **=Craving

  Borderlands

Handsome Jack/Rhys

Handsome Jack/Rhys/Nisha

Rhys/Axton

Handsome Jack/Nisha

Fiona/Athena

Fiona/Vaughn

Rhys/Vaughn

  Until Dawn

Josh Washington/Chris

Chris/Mike

Jess/Mike

Sam/Beth

Matt/Jess

Emily/Matt/Jess

  Life is Strange

Max Caulfield/Chloe Price

Max Caulfield/Kate Marsh/Victoria Chase

Nathan Prescott/Warren Graham

Rachel Amber/Chloe Price**

Rachel Amber/Frank Bowers

Frank Bowers/Damon Merrick**

  DC

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd**

Dick Grayson/Koriand'r

Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Dick Grayson/Wally West

Oliver Queen/Dinah Lance

Harley Quinn/Pamela Isley

Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

  Batman: Telltale Series

Bruce Wayne/John Doe**

Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle

Bruce Wayne/Jim Gordon

Bruce Wayne/Harvey Dent

Bruce Wayne/Harvey Dent/Selina Kyle

  Marvel

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Tony Stark/Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

Thor/Bruce Banner**

Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff

Peter Parker/Harry Osborn

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson**

Gwen Stacy/Peter Parker/Harry Osborn

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson/Vanessa Carlysle

  Uncharted

Nathan Drake/Samuel Drake**

Nathan Drake/Harry Flynn**

Chloe Frazer/Nadine Ross

Samuel Drake/Rafe Adler

  Game of Thrones

Arya Stark/Gendry Waters

Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell

Daenerys Targaryen/Jon Snow

  TTGOT

Asher Forrester/Gwyn Whitehill

Rodrik Forrester/Arthur Glenmore

Mira Forrester/Margaery Tyrell

Gryff Whitehill/Elaena Glenmore

Gared Tuttle/Finn

Gared Tuttle/Josera Snow

  The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes/Shane Walsh

Rick Grimes/Negan**

Daryl Dixon/Paul “Jesus” Rovia

  TWDG

Luke/Nick

Javier Garcia/David Garcia**

Clementine/Gabriel Garcia

Javier Garcia/Paul “Jesus” Rovia

  The Mortal Instruments

Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago

Simon Lewis/Jace Lightwood

Isabelle Lightwood/Lydia Branwell

Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane

  Infamous: Second Son

Delsin Rowe/Reggie Rowe

Delsin Rowe/Eugene Sims

Delsin Rowe/Hank Daughtry

  Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator

Anyone/your dadsona (for the love of god someone give me a good, not cliche john doe dadsona and you will win my heart!! I just want to play a dad lol bring me some great ass ocs)

  Far Cry 3

Jason Brody/Vaas Montenegro

  The Last of Us

Ellie/Riley

  -

  Some basic ideas that I do have pretty big doc ideas for;

  A few marine biologists go to an island off the coast to study the marine life there, which in turn, turns out to be something much bigger. (Mermaid/siren prompt!)

  Soul mates; it can be like some of those AU’s where you don’t see color until you meet them, your tattooed timer counts down until then, or maybe even soulmates continuously reincarnating and one of the two has killed them for centuries in order to be “immortal”. For the first time, the victimized partner gets close enough that the other begins to fall and they start aging, together.

  Character A has an awful time living in the city; alone, and without mom's guidance, completely lost. One day they receive a call about a deceased relative, one they'd never heard of and apparently left their estate and everything in their will to A. With nothing but the clothes on their back, A took a shot and drove out to this presumed "estate", only to find that it's a mansion in a tiny little town with an eerie vibe and populated by the typical small town churchgoers and farm folk. Living in this town was a hell of a challenge; everyone was nice, too nice, and people were missing. Character B is an exceptionally charismatic, charming person and the only mechanic/handyman in town. A and B become friends, partially, when A needs to fix up the piping in their estate. A stumbles upon the attic one day, and for once, they start to get why this whole town reeked to the roots in weird shit-- their deceased relative was tracking something here in this town, having to do with all of the MIA townsfolk. DR has a board of possible suspects, and at the center? B. OSJFODSFHSDJSODFJD!!! Bonus content: B is, in fact, not the murderer, instead a vampire on a mission to track down the monster, same as DR. small towns give me honey moon vibes and I??? am so down for some kinky, albeit eventually fluffy romance between people who are trying to make it work. I actually have a doc for both TBD characters and a location. None of this is set in stone, so please share your thoughts.

  A doesn’t have any memories of their life, only being conscious and staring down at a mutilated body in a ditch. When they meet B, they learn why; welcome to limbo, they say. You just died. A has unfinished business; finding out who murdered them, why, and what else is holding them here. B is a reaper intent on helping lost souls pass over-- they were never born, and A shows them the delights of life before it’s taken. B learns to love A, and A doesn’t want to leave limbo. While A’s soul is clinging between realities, B must make a pivotal decision; squeezing tight on the concept of love, and letting A go. (BONUS!! REINCARNATION; A & B ARE GIVEN THE GIFT OF LIVING AGAIN, TOGETHER.)

  Coming of age story between two childhood friends who are separated by circumstance, and after ten years, reunite and learn that your first love doesn’t have to be the one that got away.

  Two friends drop their whole lives to go on a road trip once they turn thirty-- they elope together, leaving their unhappy lives behind them and in this grand scheme of mental breakdowns and tearful smiles, they find that love may be the only cure to a broken existence.

  In a post-apocalyptic world where a pandemic has killed off most living species, Character A is a lone wolf with little to do with other people that don't benefit him, except for a select few. A is especially rough around the edges, as he's lived through some sick shit and lived to tell the tale. A had once been part of a group dedicated to finding a cure, but things went south, and a lot of people died. A had a close bond with the leader of said group, and coincidentally they were the only survivors.  Their past together, having been deeply demented and twisted, caused them to fall out. Said leader has rebuilt a new group in the ten years since the last time they'd seen A. Character B is the only known immune person alive, and has dedicated their life to being a resource to finding a cure. A and his (current) contact/partner in crime have something taken from them, and are determined to get it back. They do some searching, and are confronted with this group-- they have what they need, but are only willing to give it to them for a favor in return. No one can outrun their past forever. (Last of Us-inspired!)

  An architect/treasure hunter is being funded an expedition to find a lost treasure and they are forced to bring along a reporter in order to receive the funds. the reporter and architect certainly don't get along in the beginning— they bicker, and clash on most fronts. the expedition wasn't meant to be dangerous. what was initially thought to be a simple job turned into something treacherous; bandits, a team of hired hitmen and their leader looking to take the treasure for themselves, and some rather supernatural elements that they both couldn't quite put a finger on. the treasure hunter and the reporter have to work together to get out of this alive, and get to the artifact before someone else does.

..and many more!! Thanks so much! If you've read through, please contact me at dotiscat@gmail.com and mention kiwi somewhere in your email. n_n

Rhys xoxo

[thelegendofclarke]

do you have any favorite jonsa fics to recommend in this time of mighty need? 🌸💕

GIRL YOU KNOW I DO!!!

I am actually working on a big Fluffy Porn rec list right now that I have had in my Ask for like 84 years. But I am am trying to FINALLY get it done this weekend because I think it will be ~much needed~ lol. 

But until then here is my fic recs tag and my Jon/Sansa Ao3 Bookmarks, and I have also done these Jon/Sansa fic rec aesthetic edits. Also here are some fic rec lists that I have done and/or reblogged from other people in the past:

S7 and General Angsty Fics

Angsty Assholes in an Arranged Marriage Au’s

Alayne Stone Au’s

Song/Lyrics Fics

Hades x Persephone Au’s

Mob Au’s

The Borgias Au’s

General Modern Au’s

PWP Fics (mostly BJ and Dry Humping fics bc I know what I’m about!) 

Legally Blonde/Lawyer Au’s

Tumblr Only Fics

Fem Dom Fics

Fluffy Fics

Smutty Feel Better Fics

Salty Teens Au’s

The Hunger Games Au’s

Tennis Crack Au’s

Straight Up Fluff

Dirty Talk Fics

And then of course there is the Jon x Sansa Starter Pack we made back when we first started @jonxsansafanfiction. It’s a wee bit dated but it’s still pretty much my Pride and Joy and my gift to the world for which I want to be remembered when I depart from this earth.

[mountain-ash-and-rusted-iron]

more on my cyberpunk asoiaf au:

background:

Targaryen Ltd. was the largest security business, operating in defence and weapons manufacture. They kept the peace through a sort mutual annihilation deal. Then, the CEO ‘King’ Aerys released a virus, planning to charge an exorbitant fee for clean up and protection. Instead, the Wildfyre virus destroyed computer networks and systems across the planet.

Aerys was charged with a lot of crimes, and, like, super murdered by whatever criminal underworld or megacorporations he pissed off. The so-called ‘Iron Throne’, the lead position in Targaryen Ltd. is being held in escrow until the heirs either reach the age of majority at 21, or marry (and therefore become legal adults).

As his violence and controlling behaviour scares away any possible suitors, Viserys Targaryen turns to his second cousins as marriage prospects.

Facing marriage to her abusive cousin (courtesy of foster parents who don’t care and easily bribable officials), Laeya Targaryen flees, and takes her younger cousin Daenerys with her, knowing she’d be Viserys’ next target.

the Houses as corporations:

Lannisters run some sort of social networking site (and then turn around and sell everyone’s information to third parties (for a price, of course))

IRNBRN Corp. is the biggest weapons manufacturer this side of the Channel

Stark Industries are known for being scrupulously honest, and also for their incredible body armour.

the Martell’s run Sunspear Inc., the latest in solar power and renewable energy 

no clue what the Baratheons are doing honestly

the good:

Margaery Tyrell, activist, volunteers in her local ‘Food Not Bombs’ group

Jon Snow, the hacker known as Ghost

Dany Targaryen, also a hacker and aspiring lawyer

Missandei, self-taught linguist/translator

the bad:

Viserys Targaryen, mediocre con-man and terrible cousin

Littlefinger, sketchy hacker dude, attacks banks to cause chaos

Robert Baratheon, high-society man moving in on the Targaryen’s position as security contractors

and the ugly:

‘Khal’ Drogo, automotive engineer and car-jacker

Sansa Stark, CEO-in-training of Stark Industries

Brienne Tarth, conflicted beat cop who struggles between what is right and what is legal

[dachi-chan25]

Jon x Sansa- coworkers working on the same project

Legally Redhead AU!

“We are going to lose Sansa” Jon looked at her directly beside him with her outrageous neon-orange laptop in front of her and the case’s papers which they had gone through most of the night neatly arranged “We need Shae’s alibi, I really admire your loyalty to her but if we want to prove her innocence we–”

“There must be a way Jon! There must be something we are not seeing”

And she said so with such an spirit and conviction that he almost believed it, no, he did believe it, this amazing girl had made every pretentious condecending fucker at Harvard realize she was more than a pretty face, if anyone could find a way to prove Shae Lannister’s innocence that would be her.

“We have gone through all the material Sansa” he repeated more gently this time “Every testimony points to Shae, for fuck’s sake Cersei Lannister said in hers that she saw her covered in blood.”

Sansa bit her lip “I know but–” her eyes widened suddenly, a flicker of understanding shining on them “Oh my god Jon she did it!”

“Cersei?” he asked flabbergasted, how could she reach such a conclussion?

She grabbed Cersei’s testimony and turned to the second page “Here!” she said with a triumphant expression pointing with her well-manicured finger at a random paragraph, Jon knew the entire testimony by heart at this point and still could not see her reasoning.

“Sansa, that is just Cersei’s alibi, she went to get her perm done at the saloon, that is why she wasn’t home, then she took a shower that is why she never heard the shot–”

Sansa snorted “God, you man can be so daft, Jon let me tell you a little story, back in Delta Nu, my sorority house, this girl named Lolly got a perm– she totally shouldn’t have though, her bone structure wasn’t like Cersei's– anyway luckily for Lolly that same day a frat house was having a wet shirt contest, she got soaked from head to toe.”

“You completely lost me there Sansa” said Jon

“You see” she leaned forward “It’s a well known rule, or it should be, that you can’t get your hair wet in the next 24 hours after you get your perm done, water activates the chemical in the perm and completely ruins it!”

This time Jon definitely got it “She lied!”

“Exactly! Just like she was lying about that guy Olyvar having an affair with Shae” she said excitedly, but then she seemed to sober up “Anyway, I just really wanted to help and I am happy Shae will be discharged, I wish I could see the trial”

Jon understood her quick change of mood then, his fists clenched, if Mister Baelish had kept his hands to himself, such man didn’t deserved to have a career at all…

“Maybe you can” he said suddenly “There is a law, it states that a student can lead a case”

“Only under the supervision of a licensed lawyer” she said dejected “I really appreciate the intention Jon, but I won’t ask Mr. Baelish for his ‘supervision’ not for anything else, the only reason I didn’t dropped out of the program was Miss Brienne”

He stood up and kneeled in front of her “Who said anything about Baelish? Look at that wall” he said pointing behind himself, she nodded “That thing framed there is my law license, which makes me by definition a licensed lawyer”

She shook her head “Jon you can’t do that your internship–”

“Can go to hell, I won’t work with Littlefinger even if my life depended on it”

She giggled and threw her arms around him squeezing him tight against her soft body, Jon tried not to enjoy it to no avail, he knew he didn’t had a chance in hell with Sansa, she was waiting for Harry fucking Hardying to get his head out of his ass to finally see her, but he was just human, of course he would fall for the girl who only looked at him as a friend, not that he didn’t enjoy being her friend but…

“We have a lot of planning to do, but first of course we need to coordinate our outfits!”

[fyrapartnersearch]

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Hey, guys! Name's Rhys, twenty one years old, and living in the CT. Currently, I am looking for both fandom and original roleplays-- I do want to mention beforehand, I don't want to be the one upholding the creation of story development. For the past few years, I've been forced into this, and I am especially burned out with having to deal with it all by myself. I need teamwork, cooperation, or a partnership won't work out, sorry. I do third person, past/present tense, and paragraph form. Semi-lit, please be prepared to do more than just a few sentences. Four-five paragraphs preferred, but I totally understand if the situation just calls for shorter responses, but not all of the time. The link right below this is a doc to some of my writing samples. 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jon x sansa brown please :)

SOOO this kind of came out differently than I expected but I hope you like it!! And thank you for sending a prompt in

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It’s a Monday morning when he stumbles into her coffee shop with a dark purpling bruise along his jawline and a white bandage covering the bridge of his nose. Sansa has seen a lot of strange people during the morning coffee rush – mostly disheveled and grumpy adults and occasionally the bleary-eyed student who hasn’t slept in twenty-four hours – but he’s certainly new. Sansa keeps him in her peripheral throughout the half hour he spends in her shop. She tries to tell herself it’s because he looks dodgy, but another part of her brain – the part that’s been single for over a year – traitorously tells her it’s because he’s got sinfully full lips.

She doesn’t expect to see him again after he drags himself back out into the world, but Thursday morning, he wanders back in. This time, the bruise is mottled with various shades of green and yellow. The bandage is gone from his nose but there’s a deep scabbed over gash across it. He still looks like shit, but better. Sansa is itching to ask him what happened when he comes up to the register and orders a large black coffee.

“Name?” she asks, pen poised over the coffee cup. He blinks back at her like he doesn’t understand her question and she has to refrain from laughing. “Your name. You do have one, don’t you?”

“Uh… my name,” he repeats slowly, but then his eyes widen in understanding. “Oh, it’s – uh, it’s Jon. Sorry,” he adds sheepishly, lifting his hand to rub at the back of his neck, but the action causes him to wince and he drops it by his side. Interesting, Sansa can’t help but note to herself.

She smiles softly, waves his apology off and writes Jon in her neatest cursive.

It’s really hard to get him out of her head. Sansa even dreams of curly black hair, deep grey eyes and those unfairly tantalising lips. Men who look like him should not have lips like that. It’s really cruel.

Jon is back again on Monday, and this time, his bottom lip is split and there’s ugly red bruising around his left eye. Add all of that with last week’s previous injuries and he looks utterly terrifying. People in the queue, who are normally so tired they can barely muster up the energy to trudge forward, give him a wide berth, like they’re afraid he might suddenly focus his fury on them. But he doesn’t look angry or violent. There’s a softness in his grey eyes and around the curve of his lips when he catches her eye and smiles. It makes Sansa refuse to believe it. She really shouldn’t be so quick to give a stranger the benefit of the doubt, especially not after sweet-talking Joffrey turned out to be such an arrogant, horrible wanker, but something about Jon is different.

When he reaches the register, Sansa gives him a slow once-over, which has him flushing from the neck to the tips of his ears. “How are you, Jon?” she asks, because she doesn’t know what else to say. She doesn’t want to tell him he looks like shit in case whatever’s happening is really bad nor does she want to outright ask him in case she’s wrong and he’s the bad thing that’s happening.

Jon looks surprised that she remembers his name and flushes even more. “I’m okay. Um, tired. How are you…” He squints at her nametag, which is a bit mangled from her accidentally throwing it in the washing machine a couple months earlier. “Sorsa?”

Surprising herself, she giggles at his poor attempt. “It’s Sansa. But close. Large black?”

He nods with a small smile.

When Jon shows up the following Monday with even more injuries, Sansa decides she needs to do something subtle because she’s positive he’s not the type of guy to get into bar brawls on the weekends for the hell of it. If he fights someone, there has to be a good, honourable reason for it. But in a distant part of her brain, she can hear her older brother chiding her for being so trusting of a man she barely knows, except Sansa does know him. After last Monday, he came in every day of that week, sometimes in the mornings and sometimes in the afternoons, but he would always spend time just talking to her. He’s courteous and sweet, a little bit awkward and kind of horrible with women, but it’s endearing rather than annoying. There’s no way someone like Jon could ever be the instigator of a fight unless provoked.

Jon returns again the next afternoon sporting his new injury – a slight limp – and Sansa asks Jeyne to cover for her as she grabs him by the forearm and drags him into the staff room. She sits him down and starts speaking without preamble.

“I need to know if I should be worried about you or if I should be worried about me.” When he only blinks back at her dumbly, Sansa sighs in frustration. “Jon, I know you don’t really know me very well but if something bad is happening, I can… I don’t know. I can help you.”

He inclines his head as if to study her, a mixture of bemusement and fondness on his face, and it kind of unsettles Sansa because she doesn’t really know how to handle that. No one’s ever looked at her like that before, not even Joffrey, and it’s hard to process that it’s coming from this virtual stranger.

“You’re worried about me?” Jon questions, but when she answers his question with a scowl, he chuckles softly. “Sorry. I guess I look a bit worrying, don’t I?”

“You could say that,” she deadpans, eyes roving over his injuries pointedly.

Jon laughs. “Okay, so this is going to be really anticlimactic for you but I’m apart of an amateur fighting ring.”

Oh.

“That was definitely not on my list.”

“What list?” he asks, smiling more broadly now, the amusement even more pronounced in those grey eyes.

Sansa huffs. “I might’ve made a list of all the possible reasons why you could be getting so frequently injured.”

Jon laughs and the sound is bright and warm, which has the effect of making Sansa smile in return in spite of the reddening of her cheeks and her sudden need to run away. She instead opts for a subject change. “So you’re in a fight club?”

“No,” he responds instantly, rolling his eyes slightly. “A fight club is just some asinine way for emotionally repressed guys to get their rocks off.”

Sansa can’t help the smirk unfurling on her lips because this is clearly a sore subject for him. “Okay, so what’s the difference?”

“I’m sponsored by a bar and I fight on the weekends for some extra cash,” Jon answers her. “It’s – yeah, it’s not ideal and you’re not the first person to come to me about it, but my mum died when I was seventeen and I needed the money.”

“Wait, you’ve been doing this since you were seventeen? Is that – that doesn’t sound legal, Jon!”

He shrugs as nonchalantly as he can. “So maybe I fibbed a bit about my age. I’m twenty-two now and I’ve only got a semester left of my degree so it’ll be over soon.”

She frowns slightly and reaches over to touch his hand. “That’s terrible. This shouldn’t be something you have to do just to afford university.”

“It’s okay, Sansa,” Jon says, curling his hand over hers. “I’m pretty good.” He cracks a half-smile. “You should see the other guys.”

She’s about to tell him off for the really poor joke when Jeyne pokes her head through the door. “Hate to break up the socially inept flirting you two do but Sans, I need you back out there. I’m dying.”

Both Sansa and Jon flush from head to toe. He’s the first to reach the door after Jeyne disappears and Sansa is right behind him. But before she can slip through, Jon puts his hand out to block her in. “Um, you should – if you want that is, come see me this weekend?”

Sansa scrunches up her nose in distaste. “I don’t know if I want to see you get beaten up, Jon.”

His face falls for a moment and he removes his hand from the door frame. “Yeah, of course. That’s… That’s normal.” He gives her a faint smile and leaves her standing there for a few more seconds before she’s racing up to catch up to him.

“But I’ll go,” she quickly assures him. “Only the once, okay? I need to make sure you’re telling the truth after all.”

Jon beams back at her and she considers going to every single match he has just to make him this happy – which she realises is an absurd thing to want for a man she hardly knows.

“Great. I’ll text you the details!”

And that’s how Jeyne and her find themselves standing in a smelly gym with loud, intimidating looking men and women, who are shouting and laughing boisterously. The stench of alcohol is everywhere and Sansa links her arm through Jeyne’s just to feel safer. “This is a bad idea,” she whispers. “This is a really bad idea. I don’t even know him.”

She can’t really see her as her eyes are focused on the people around them but she hears the exasperation in Jeyne’s voice and she can guess that her best friend is rolling her eyes. “Uhuh, but pining after him and worrying about him is also a really bad idea.”

“I wasn’t –”

“Yeah, okay, Sans,” Jeyne chuckles a bit sardonically. “You two were practically just making heart eyes at each other over the counter for three weeks straight. Please don’t insult my above average intelligence.”

Sansa snorts and bumps her hip against Jeyne’s. “Your ego is unbecoming.”

“Piss off.”

The familiar bickering allows Sansa to forget for awhile where she is and why she’s actually here, but abruptly, a tinny voice cuts across the conversation, announcing the match will start in ten minutes. Sansa grips Jeyne even tighter as they near the front, staring at the weird metallic cage built around the boxing ring.

“Uh, that’s not normal, is it?”

“I thought you said he was a boxer.”

“He said he was a fighter but… cage fighting?”

A burly man beside her whose copper hair could give hers a run for its money laughs loudly. “It’s MMA fighting, ladies.”

“What is that?” Jeyne says with a mixture of apprehension and annoyance.

“Mixed martial arts,” he answers, still smiling in amusement, but then his smile changes and she thinks he’s trying to look charming. “So if you don’t know what this is, what are two lovely girls such as yourselves doing here?”

“Hey mate, back off,” Jeyne says with a scowl. “I’m taken.” She isn’t. “And this one here’s future baby daddy is one of those MMA fighters.”

The man stares squarely at Sansa with such focus it really begins to unnerve her, but then just like before, he bursts out into a booming laugh. “Does that mean you’re Jon’s little coffee shop girl?”

“I wouldn’t call myself little,” she says, bristling; although she realises a little belatedly that she doesn’t correct the man on his mistake that she’s somehow involved with Jon.

“My apologies,” he says, but he doesn’t sound apologetic at all. “I’m Tormund,” he continues, thrusting out a hand for her to shake, which she does with some wariness. “I’m his trainer. That prick hasn’t stopped talking about you for weeks now. Bloody pathetic, honestly, but I can see why.”

“Oh my god, right?” Jeyne exclaims, suddenly forgetting her previous irritation with this man. “She’s been the same way! You’re lucky though. You haven’t had to watch them flirt. It’s like watching a cat trying to swim.”

Tormund laughs again but her glare cuts him off quite quickly.

“Both of you shut it or I swear –”

Her threat is rudely interrupted when the tinny voice returns, announcing the arrival of the two contenders. There’s a sudden increase in jeers and shouts. It’s a lot to take in, and a part of her wonders what on earth she’s doing here. Sansa is a good girl. She works at a coffee shop so her parents don’t have to pay for her accommodation and living costs. She’s in her final year of Primary Education because she adores children. Her last two boyfriends were straight-laced boys from well-to-do families. She doesn’t do things like this.

But a small voice reminds her that both her exes also cheated on her so maybe straight-laced and well-to-do shouldn’t be categories she bases her next boyfriend on. Maybe a boy from the wrong side of the tracks, who fights in a cage to put himself through school, is exactly what she should be looking for.

Pushing down the nerves fluttering in her stomach, Sansa cranes her neck to watch as Jon is escorted into the ring. His upper torso is bare and it makes her mouth go dry. She’s only ever seen him in hoodies. She knew he must have had a nice body considering how well his broad shoulders strained against his clothes, but to see it on display in front of her is quite frankly exhilarating in a way she’d never tell Jeyne about.

“Is your boy going to win?” Jeyne asks Tormund with a sceptical raise of her brow, voicing the question that’s been bouncing around in Sansa’s head all week. “Because that other dude looks like he could lift a car without breaking a sweat.”

She turns her head to catch sight of Jon’s opponent and her mouth gapes at the sheer size of him. Oh god, he’s going to die, she instantly thinks, and a sudden wave of panic and nausea sweeps through her body.

“Don’t be so quick to judge. He may look big but they are in the same weight class for a reason,” Tormund answers, smirking. This is basically gibberish to her because she doesn’t know what a weight class is, but when he adds, “Jon’s got moves,” Sansa is determined to believe him.

Twenty minutes into the fight and Jon’s moves have gotten him knocked square in the face and another one in the stomach. He’s bleeding from his forehead, but his eyes are focused. It’s surreal to see this side of him. She may have only known him for a couple of weeks, but the Jon she met is sweet, shy and endearingly awkward. This Jon is anything but awkward. His movements are precise, lithe and calculated. Where the other man has size and power, Jon has speed and brains. He doesn’t just aim his punches anywhere. He knows exactly where he wants to hit, delivers it at the most opportune moment and capitalises quickly at the moment of contact. It’s the most riveting thing Sansa’s ever watched – and she’s been to the West End multiple times.

“Your husband is amazing,” her friend whispers, awe in her voice.

Sansa rolls her eyes, even though there’s a small proud smile on her lips. “He’s not my husband. But yeah, yeah he’s great.”

Jeyne snorts, and thankfully, doesn’t say anything else, leaving her to watch the fight without interruption.

They’re nearing the end of the last round, which, Tormund explains, means that the judges will decide on the winner. She doesn’t know how that works either because how can anyone tell who’s winning at this point? They both seem fairly matched; although Sansa completely thinks Jon is the better fighter. He’s graceful and makes it look like a real sport, whereas the other man makes it look like a bar brawl.

Suddenly, Jon spins and delivers a kick to the man’s head, knocking him backwards onto the ground, where he swiftly begins to drive forward with punch after punch. The referee finally has to pull Jon away from the man, and then everyone’s screaming and trying to push forward.

“Wait, what just happened!” Sansa yells to Tormund, who is one of those people trying to get forward.

He looks back at Sansa, eyes taking her in as if for the first time and then his hand is around her wrist, pulling her with him. “Your boyfriend just won, Coffee Shop Girl. You should go say hi.”

Sansa doesn’t get a chance to protest or even process what’s happening until Tormund is shouting to someone and she’s being dragged up onto the stage. Jon is getting cleaned up, but when he catches sight of her, he instantly jumps to his feet and sways rather violently from the sudden movement. Sansa races forward to catch him.

“Don’t move,” she chides, frowning at his goofy grin. “Are you concussed? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jon steps back from her grasps with that strange smile still on his face. “You actually came.”

“I told you I would,” she says, rolling her eyes, but her heart is beating a mile a minute. She doesn’t even know how someone could have this much of an effect on her. “Seriously, Jon, are you okay?”

“And you’re worried about me,” he continues on, his smile growing wider and wider.

“Of course I’m worried! I saw you get punched in the head!” she half-shouts at him because now she’s a little frustrated and he’s being really, really irritating.

That wipes the smile instantly from his face as his hands go to her shoulders. “Sansa, I am fine, you know? This isn’t really the worst that’s ever happened to me in the ring. I’m okay.”

“Yeah, well,” she shrugs. “You don’t look okay.” She gestures to his forehead where the blood’s dried.

The smile he offers her now is more hesitant and shy and it reminds her of the Jon she knows from the coffee shop. “I’m sorry. I’m just really glad you came. I know you didn’t want to and this is probably not your scene but… it means a lot to me.”

“It’s not,” Sansa agrees, smiling. “But you were amazing tonight.”

“Thanks,” he says, cheeks flushed.

“But Jon?” she presses on, swallowing the fear lodged inside her throat. “This is the last time I’m coming to one of these.” His face falls and she can’t help laughing softly. “Next time, just ask me out on a normal date, okay? Less bloody.”

The relief on his face makes her heart swell with so much warmth and affection for this man.

“Okay, next time, a normal date. I promise.”

Sansa’s cheeks are aching from smiling so much, but she doesn’t care. This, right here with Jon, is perfect. Even with the crowd still screaming behind them; even with Jon bloodied and bruised and sweaty. Nothing matters but the fact that Jon is the first man to ever make her feel like she’s the only thing of actual importance in his world. It might not be true, but it feels true.

“What?” Jon asks, chuckling. “You’re the one staring at me this time.”

Instead of answering, Sansa throws her arms around his neck and presses her lips firmly against his. He easily reciprocates by matching her movements and sliding his hands around her waist, gripping tight to her hips. When she scrapes her teeth against his lower lip, she feels him groan into her mouth, tugging her tightly until every part of her body is pressed into his. Sansa doesn’t quite know how long they stand there, but they both instantly jump apart as someone clears their throat pointedly at them.

“As happy as I am that you two figured things out,” Jeyne begins. “Your husband’s trainer keeps hitting on me and if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to kill him and I don’t think Jon would want that.”

He stares at her best friend for a long moment. “Husband?”

“Ugh,” Sansa groans. “Don’t encourage her.”