#jon x sansa ao3

[cappymightwrite]

Úlf-grár/Wolf-grey

A tear had slipped free from her eye, catching at the corner of her mouth; she dashed it away with her hand. Tentatively, he closed the distance between them, taking up her hand in his. He stared down at it, pressing her slender fingers, her knuckles. He drew a long breath. “Do you hate me for the kind of life I have given you?”

(Or, as the long winter reigns, an uneasy union between cousins must weather the snows and storms.)

Thanks to everyone who voted in the recent poll... here it is, the angsty bookverse political marriage au! Yes, I know I said I'd finish MMoS before posting anything new but... well, I guess I lied!

[samieree]

"Dawn of the North || Robb Stark" Masterlist

(fanfiction)(Robb Stark x OC)

[General Masterlist with list of boys I can write one-shots with here]

[Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Masterlist]

[my works are also avaiable on Ao3: Samiere and on wattpad: _Saelin]

Prologue + description

Chapter I ''Beginning''

Chapter II ''Two worlds''

Collages: "two years"

[babybells123]

Hi!! I saw a post you wrote about Sansa and thought you'd be a good person to ask about fic recommendations, if you wouldn't mind. I'm not looking for any particular ship, and I don't even need her to have a protagonist role, I'm just looking for any fics where she has some decent characterization and growth.

I hope you have a nice day!!

Hi there !

So I read Jon x Sansa fics mostly (I’m not really into multi-shipping for Sansa !!) but I’ll source some of my favourite ones :) Sansa is often very well written /characterised in these fics so hopefully that’s a breath of fresh air 🦋(and I don’t want to be biased here but Jonsa fans tend to have a really great grasp on Sansa’s character that is apparent through how she’s portrayed)

Beneath my bones - undercovercaptain - this a gorgeous fic that stays very true to book!sansa.

By firelight - undercovercaptain - my heart gushes so much over this one. I’ve read it a few times.

No more scars - orangeflavour - another one with great character development & characterisation. (There is a second part to this fic as well).

Who am I ? - ALCzysz17 - grapples with Sansa’a identity issues in the Vale.

Build a ladder to the stars - vixleonard

A caged songbird - bikadoo

From Instep to heel - orangeflavour - (fav fanfic ever written tbh).

The place you call home - honey_wheeler

^ those are just off of the top of my head, but most if it is book!canon and/or canon divergence - though there are some fantastic show canon fics out there as well. I apologise if Jonsa just isn’t your cup of tea, but from my experience in the sansa fandom - the *other* popular sansa ship is s*nsan, which I’ll admit I used to read when I was a young teenager - but I’ve never quite liked how sansa is portrayed in those fics.) so yeah if you’re looking for good characterisation and such , I’ll always recommend anything Jonsa related , though I’ve heard sansa & margaery have some good fics as well :)

Hope this helped xx 🦋

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

THIS IS WHAT SOME WOULD CALL A MIRACLE.

I hope you enjoy it ;)

***

8 - New position. (Try something completely new!)

Chapter 14

Sam sighed as he watched Jon playing with the pint on his hand. When his friend had asked him out for a drink, Sam imagined something had happened and that it had something to do with the Sansa situation -how he called it in his head.

Sam knew Jon very well; they’d been friends for a long time and went through a lot together. There wasn’t much he didn’t know about the other man.

Sure, he hadn’t expected Jon to get into this… Situation with Sansa Stark. He’d never got the impression that there was anything between them, and he’d seen them together on many occasions. Jon hadn’t talked much about Sansa before, so it was a bit of a shock.

However, Sam didn’t really think it was the craziest match possible. When he’d thought about it better, it did make a lot of sense. They were both steady, loyal and kind people. In Sam’s head, Jon and Sansa made more sense than most of Jon’s previous relationships.

The man in question let out a long sigh, and Sam figured he was ready to say whatever was in his head.

“I’m in love with Sansa.”

Well… Now Sam was glad he hadn’t taken a sip from his beer. “I see.” He dragged the last word.

Jon looked at him. “You do?”

“I mean…” Sam cleared his throat. “I think it was bound to happen.”

Jon frowned. “It was?”

Sam snorted. “Jon… Come on. You’re the king of getting involved with people. And Sansa is pretty amazing. It isn’t shocking that, once you spent more time together, you’d realize she’s amazing and…” He shrugged.

“You could’ve warned me.”

“I’m pretty sure when you told me it was already too late.”  

Jon sighed again. “We spent time together before.” He defended himself quietly.

“Not like this.”

Jon’s next sigh was even more dramatic. “Are you going to tell her?” Sam wanted to know.

“Not yet.” When he saw Sam’s arched eyebrow, Jon hurried to explain. “Sansa is… Discovering herself right now. We’ve had a lot of discussions, and only now she feels more comfortable to say what she wants or not. Her self-confidence took a lot of hits in the last years and in her last relationships. She needs more time.”

“More time for what?”

“To decide whether what she feels when she’s with me is real or not.” Jon’s eyes dipped back to his untouched pint. “Right now she’s enjoying the high, learning about herself… I don’t want to confuse her.”

“I see your point, but then you aren’t being exactly honest with her, right?”

“I don’t intend to drag this indefinitely, Sam.” Jon assured him. “Not even to the end of the list. I also don’t intend to lie to her. If she asks me about my feelings, I’ll tell her honestly. But I think she needs a bit more time. She needs to feel more confident and more certain of what she wants or not.”

“Including you.”

“Including me.”

“I get what you’re saying, Jon, I truly do. But…” It was Sam’s turn to sigh. “Don’t wait too long. Yes, she might need time, but you don’t. You’re in love already. The more time you let pass, the worse this can get for you.”

“I know, Sam.” Jon nodded. “As I said, I don’t intend to lie to her, or anything. I just want her to figure it out on her own.”

Sure. Nothing could go wrong with that, right?

***

As Jon had assured Sam -many times- he didn’t intend to extend this situation indefinitely. He agreed with his friend that it wasn’t a good thing to do -for both of them. He also didn’t plan on ‘tricking’ Sansa into a relationship with him.

She’d either want to be with him… Or not.

And sure, the idea that she might not want to be with him like this would hurt some -or a lot -but these feelings were his to deal with.

He planned on giving her a bit more time, but they’d need to talk honestly about this sooner rather than later.

It was with this in mind that Jon went to Sansa’s apartament that day.

“Jon.” She smiled brightly when she saw him, but she also looked a bit nervous.

“Hey, San.” He kissed her cheek. “Is there something wrong?”

She pulled him inside and closed the door behind him. “Not exactly.”

Jon frowned. “Right… Are you sure? Because…”

“It’s about this next item.” Sansa admitted in a rush.

Oh right. It was the new position one. The one she was worried would turn into some weird yoga that would give her a cramp.

Jon picked her hand and pulled her closer. “We can skip this one.”

She cleared her throat. “Actually… I’ve been thinking about it and that’s something I want to try.” She was blushing and it was cute as fuck.

“Go on.” He encouraged her softly.

“It’s nothing really crazy.” Sansa was quick to assure him.

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“Well… I want us to…” She sighed. “Come with me.” 

Jon was somewhat bemused as he followed her to her bedroom. Sansa was still holding his hand and she seemed suddenly quite decided on something.

She stopped once they were inside the room. “I want us to do it.” She took a deep breath in. “In front of that mirror.” She pointed at the large full body mirror on one of her walls.

Jon closed his eyes.

“Jon?” Sansa called softly.

“I just think I might need to go back to church after this.” He told her, his eyes still closed.

“What?”

“The gods are being very generous with me right now.”

“Jon!”

He opened his eyes and grinned at her. “I think this is the best idea I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Sansa snorted. “Is that so?”

“Aye. Even better than the World Cup.”

“That’s a great idea indeed.” She grinned at him. 

“And…” He cupped her face. “Not wanting to be repetitive and all, but if you change your mind we can always not do it.”

“I know.” She assured him. Sansa looked around the room, but Jon had the impression she wasn’t really looking for anything, just thinking about how to say something. “Can we turn down the lights a bit?”

“Sure.” He agreed easily.

He let Sansa fuss with the lights as she wanted, while he kicked off his shoes and took off his belt. He looked at her vanity and found a hair tie.

“Now what?” Sansa asked a bit nervously.

“Come here.” Jon called softly. He put her in front of her mirror, her back to his chest. “Can I braid your hair?”

Sansa’s nose scrunched up. “Then will we have a pillow fight?”

Jon laughed. “No. I love your hair, but I want to be able to see all of you. So… Can I do it?”

“Yes.” She answered softly.

Jon gathered Sansa’s beautiful hair and let his fingers run through it for a while, before he divided the strands and started braiding it.

“You’re quite good at this.” Sansa commented.

“My mother taught me how to do it.” He told her, as he finished the braid. “I helped her with her hair when she was sick.”

Sansa’s eyes softened in her reflection. “Jon…”

“It’s okay.” He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “This isn’t a sad memory.” He assured her.

Sansa looked at him over her shoulder. “Okay.”

Jon kissed her softly. “Are you ready, sweet girl?”

Sansa nodded.

He gently turned her face to the mirror. “Keep your eyes on us.” He told her, his voice soft and low.

Jon opened the zipper of her dress slowly, as if he was discovering her skin for the first time. His fingers ran over every inch of her that was revealed in a reverent way that Jon felt was quite telling. He pushed the dress down and it fell to the ground, then Sansa kicked it to the side, her eyes never leaving the mirror. Jon opened her bra and she also threw it carelessly. He dropped a kiss to the back of her neck.

Jon pulled his T-shirt off, and watched as Sansa bit her lower lip through her reflection. He felt a bit vain, since he knew how much she enjoyed the view of his chest. He’d never thought of his body as that particularly attractive, but he liked the effect it had on Sansa. 

His hands went to her waist, tracing the lines of her body. It was a bit dark in the room but he could still see his favorite freckles on her skin, he loved to see her delicate skin sinking under his fingers with every touch.

Jon had never been particularly possessive, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure he got from touching her like that, from knowing he was giving her something no one had given before. He didn’t like knowing her exes were such assholes and left her feeling so insecure, but he did like the fact that she was allowing him to change all of that.

Even if it had been his idea.

His fingers caressed the underside of her breasts, before he cupped them both. He massaged them gently, carefully, before playing with her nipples. For some reason, he was in no hurry whatsoever just then.

Sansa’s head fell back against his shoulder and Jon kissed her neck. “Is this good, San?”

“Yes.” She whispered softly.

“You look so pretty like this.”

“Jon…” She protested, but it was ruined by the flush of her cheeks and the satisfied smile on her lips.

He said nothing else for a bit, just played with her breasts for what seemed a long time, dropping soft kisses on her neck.

At some point she got a bit impatient, he guessed. Sansa covered his right hand with hers, then pushed it down her body.

“I’ll do it.” He whispered to her. “Put your arms up.”

Sansa raised her arms and sunk her fingers into Jon’s curls. He groaned in appreciation. “Eyes on us.” He reminded her.

Sansa’s eyes went immediately to the mirror, following the progress of his right hand. It hand dipped inside her panties, his finger finding her clit and playing with it.

“Jon.” Her fingers tightened their hold in his hair as he teased her, and her hips started moving, seeking more of his touch.

“So beautiful.” He nuzzled her ear. “Can you see how perfect you look?”

But Sansa didn’t answer, her eyes were fixed on his hand moving inside her panties, her face flushed.

He’d never seen anything prettier in his whole life.

Jon pushed a finger into her and Sansa’s back arched. “Jon.” She called again.

“Aye?”

“I want more.”

“You want another finger?” He teased.

“No.” She whined. “I want…” She was clearly trying to find a way to say it without falling into that dirty talk that she supposedly didn’t like, but she quickly gave up. “I want your cock.”

Well… Fuck.

Suddenly Jon felt - very - impatient. “Off.” He pushed her panties down, and those were also quicked away quickly.

Jon shoved a hand on his pocket and grabbed a condom. He was being way less suave than he’d like to admit, but just then he didn’t care - at all.

“Put your hand on the wall.” He directed Sansa, who obeyed, bracing herself against the wall, the mirror between her hands.

He ran his hands down her back, following her spine. He then opened them to caress her waist and hips, before running a teasing touch to the inside of her thighs.

“Enough teasing!” Sansa complained.

Jon chuckled, but he agreed. He grabbed himself and pushed inside her slowly, slower than he’d ever done before. So slow it felt as if time had stopped.

Sansa’s head fell forward and she tilted her hips back, taking him in deeper, making him lose his mind just a bit more. Once he was completely inside Jon stopped for a minute, appreciating the feeling of being like this with her.

He pulled Sansa back against him, and Sansa gasped at the move.

“Look at this.” He told her softly. “Look how beautiful you look.” He kissed her neck. “How perfectly you take me.” He pulled back a bit, then pushed inside her again. “Does it feel good?”

“So good.” She agreed, her words coming out in a moan.

He started moving slowly, whispering words of praise against her ear, telling her to keep his eyes on them in the mirror. He hadn’t needed to bother saying it, because Sansa couldn’t look away. Her eyes mapped all of them, his hands on her, the way their bodies moved together - not exuberantly, but delicate and deep.

One of Jon’s hands went to her clit, his movements becoming harder even if still slow.

When he felt the tension taking over her body, Jon’s free hand held Sansa’s face. “I want to see your eyes when you cum.” He told her.

Sansa held his eyes in the mirror, until her orgasm took her and she closed her eyes.

“Absolutely perfect.” Jon praised her.

[zepskies]

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Every Loyalty** - (Jon Snow x OFC)

"You claim that you'd break loyalty to your house and pledge allegiance to the North," Jon said. "But as you said, your family's full of liars."

Whatever word he willed, his people would carry it out. Even if Larisa lived, this man, this King in the North could make her a glorified slave if he so chose. She was a Lannister, truly at the mercy of the North.

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[mandzipop]

Chapters: 72/120 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark

A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.

This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.

Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings

[thefandommama]

I need a fanfic with this vibe please and thank you

[tartheanmaid]

can anyone recommend some jonsa fic with an arya pov? i have a craving

[namelessmoons-corner]

☆.｡.:° Moon's Daily Fic Rec #6 °:.｡.☆

More information here.

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire Name: sunflowers and floating dust Author: orphan account (@heliosae) Rating: Mature Pairing: Jon Snow/Ygritte, Missandei/Daenerys Targaryen, Oberyn Martell & Jon Snow, Jon Snow & Sansa Stark, Jon Snow & Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow & Arya Stark, Jon Snow & Robb Stark, Jon Snow & Catelyn Stark Tags: Female Jon Snow, Jon Snow is a Targaryen, Jon Snow is King in the North, or rather Queen of the North, Jon Snow is a Stark, Women Being Awesome, Women In Power, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Word Count: 11k

there is a woman on the throne

Personal thoughts:

This fic is so good!

I'm a bit sad it's orphaned, but that's the author's decision and as long as they're happy with it :)

Honestly i love the way it's written, the plot is super duper good, and i didn't expect Ygritte to be genderbent (i'm only a little disappointed, but the story is so good that at this point i don't mind)? like i was fully expecting a "you know nothing, Lyella".

Anyways, the way she's described is so interesting, and the way it's shown in pt 2 of the Slave Queen is fascinating. Mostly this phrase: "By the end of the girl's movement she had gone from a whore to a courtesan and changed clothes to a warrior." I think it's my favourite sentence of the whole 11k.

AND the plot twist at the end?? ugh, love it!

☽ Moon ☾

[sarahseach]

any jonsa fanfic recs for me please: AU in which jon grew up in kings landing as a targaryen/sand. i‘d be happy for finished works, but also happy with WIPs which are updated but not abandoned.

[mkstrigidae]

Unwillingly thrust into a realm full of beauty and danger, filled with beings who aren't supposed to exist, Sansa is exhausted, terrified, and desperate to return home. But with the secret of her heritage- heritage she hadn't even known about- revealed, these immortals aren't about to let her leave. Not when she holds something they want. Something valuable. Something in her very blood.

-

“Can’t we get the police involved?” Bran pleaded. “Get someone else to help find her?” “I wish we could.” She told him, reaching out to squeeze his brother’s hand. “Well why the hell can’t we?” Rickon snarled, his fists clenched so tight around his mug that Robb was amazed the cheap ceramic hadn’t shattered yet. “Because, right now, Sansa isn’t in this world.” Brienne wearily admitted.

Chapter 2: Salt and Steam

Sansa wakes up, alone, horribly injured, and stranded in a strange environment, desperately trying to figure out where she is, amidst the slick, black stone. While she tries to find her way out, someone- or something- else finds her first.

[maddiethefashionista]

@beebahbah check out any fics written by KitKat21 on ao3, @reginarubie and @orangeflavoryawp

There fics are amazing!!!

As always when find a new ship that you like. It's been 4 days and I've gone through 15 fics like I need water to live.

[madamebaggio]

Notes: I bet you weren't expecting a new chapter anywhere near this century, hm?

lol

Previously...

***

Chapter 15

When Sansa woke up the next morning, her period had decided to make an appearance, two days before it should.

“Great.” She groaned, seeing the blood on her sheets. 

At least that explained the weird things she’d been feeling.

Right?

Right.

She got up and changed her sheets, cleaned the bloody spot in the sink before throwing the whole thing in the washing machine.

She went back to the bathroom, took a shower, brushed her hair, got the blow dryer out and during all of this, she was doing her best to not let her mind wander to the night before.

Perfect. Jon had called her perfect.

That had been… Something.

She refused to think about what ‘something’ meant. Besides, she was in her period, so obviously that was the thing.

Oh, thinking about that…

She grabbed her phone and shot Jon a message.

Hey, good morning. So my period started today, so I guess I won’t be seeing you for a while.

He replied almost immediately with a single ‘?’.

Sansa frowned.

I’m on my period, Jon. I’m not exactly in the mood to explore the Red Sea.

Suddenly her phone rang on her hand, and Jon’s name flashed on the screen. Sansa was startled, but answered it anyway. “Hey, shouldn’t you be working?”

“I’m on a break, and I’m confused with your message.”

Was it weird that his voice gave her chills? It was, right?

“What are you confused about? You do know how girls’ bodies work, right?” She teased.

“Ha ha.” He snorted. “I do know. I’m just wondering… Why does it mean we can’t see each other?”

Oh. “I’m not…” She cleared her throat. “I don’t feel good during my periods, and I’m not at my best during it.”

“I know. You have cramps and you get grumpy.” He said as if it was obvious. “Arya started putting a red flag on your window because of that.”

Right. Because of course he’d know it, he’d been around forever. “So you know! That’s why.”

“If you don’t want company, that’s fine. But if you need anything…” He cleared his throat. “Just call me.”

Oh. “You…” She needed to take a minute and take a deep breath in. “You don’t have to take care of me, you know?”

“Aye. I just want to.”

Fuck. She needed to call Marge.

***

“Do you have cramps?” Marge demanded as soon as she saw Sansa.

“Yeah.” She grumbled.

“Then why the hell did you invite me for coffee?”

Sansa let her head fall on the table. “I need to talk to someone.”

Marge arched an eyebrow and pulled a chair to sit. “I’m someone.” She agreed. “What do you want to talk about?”

Sansa sighed and raised her head. “Jon.”

Marge winced. “Let me guess: you’re dick spelled.”

“Marge!” Sansa hissed. “Seriously?”

“Darling…” Marge shrugged. “It’s true, isn’t it? Jon’s been giving you the good dick and now you’re really into it.”

Sansa sighed. “It’s just… I didn’t know it could be like this.”

Marge hummed. “That good, hm?”

“Yes, even better.” She sighed again. “It isn’t just that it’s really good - because it is - but he’s so considerate, you know? Sure, there are a lot of orgasms, but… He also is so careful, so open.”

“That’s not a bad thing.” Marge patted her hand. “Remember? I told you he was a good guy to do this with. Clearly, I was right. But remember the other thing I said?”

“To be careful?”

“Yes.” Marge tapped her fingernails against the table in a reflexive way. “Jon is treating you way better than all your exes put together. I’m sure it’s not only in bed.” She waited for Sansa to confirm this, then nodded. “It’s normal for you to feel somewhat confused about it.”

“Do you think he’s just being nice and I’m getting crazy?” She asked with a wince.

“I don’t know Jon well enough to say this.” Marge gave her a comforting smile. “He does look like the type of guy who’d treat a girl right no matter what. Besides, even if he’d never had romantic feelings for you before this, he practically grew up inside your house. I think he’s incapable of treating you badly.”

Sansa sighed one more time. She was starting to feel very silly. “Should I discuss this with him?”

“Sansa…” Marge paused. “Discuss what, exactly?” She pressed, not unkindly. “Because I don’t think you really know what’s the problem now. Are you in love with him?”

“No.”

“Do you want to be?”

That gave her pause. “I’m… I’m not sure.” She confessed.

“Communication is really important.” Marge insisted. “However, you need to know what you’re communicating. Why don’t you take a little space and figure it out? Think about what you’re feeling, what you want to get out of this, and consider Jon as well. When your mind is clearer, go ahead and talk to him.”

“You’re right.”

“Seriously, I’m not telling you not to talk to him, or not fall in love, or whatever.” Marge pressed on. “But this conversation will be much easier if you know what it is that you wanted to talk about.”

Fair enough. 

***

Sansa laid down with a heating pad and low spirits. Her period always got her in the worst possible way, making her feel grumpy and just plain miserable.

Her conversation with Marge kept running circles around her head.

This thing with Jon wasn’t going exactly how she’d imagined it would. 

In some aspects, it was much better than she’d dared to hope. Jon was excellent and he made her feel safe and appreciated. The sex was better than she’d ever imagined it could be and she found herself enjoying this much more than she’d anticipated.

On the other hand… Maybe things were bound to get messy. What if she became clingy and desperate? Jon was doing her a favor - even though it wasn’t a sacrifice on his part - and she was… What, exactly? Confused.

Yes, she was mostly confused. She felt like a bit of a mess, if she were to be honest. She couldn’t decide exactly what she was feeling. And yet… She felt needy and more than a little pathetic.

Exactly because of that, when Jon sent her a message asking if she needed something, she just ignored it.

[kellyvela]

hi!! i'm new to jonsa (just became a fan about a month ago haha!) and i'm not sure who to ask but i found this blog so i sent this message. do you have an idea how big the jonsa fandom is? i feel like tumblr and ao3 are the only websites where jonsa fans can have a safe space (for a lack of a better term i guess). in other websites such as twitter and reddit, it's not only that most people prefer other ships that include jon and sansa (like jonerice for example), jonsa seems actually hated? preferring other ships is one thing but being hated is another. though i guess partly that's because a lot of people hate sansa.

i'm just kind of curious since the community here on tumblr is so good 😭 i'm looking at posts from years ago to recent times and i love the art, the fics, the metas, and everything else. the community seems pretty active still too even if the show ended years ago and we have no idea when/if twow will be released lmao.

anyway, i'm not sure if i can find jonsa enjoyers on twitter and reddit. i think i tried some time ago but i couldn't handle the hate so i didn't try to dig deeper into those places.

¡¡¡WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!!!

I think we are big, used to be bigger, especially during the last 3 seasons of the show.

Some haters even claim that there's a secret jonsa agenda and we have a lot of money and power to change things, like making Sansa Queen in the North or paying producers to make an erotic film with Sophie and Kit as the main couple 🤷‍♀️

Tumblr and AO3 are safe places indeed, Twitter is full of haters but there's some of us there as well.

There are a lot of haters on reddit too, but there are a few pro jonsas as well.

They hated jonsa because we predicted the exact ending of the show, with aunty being the big bad guy and dying at the hands of a Stark.

Also jonsa interferes with sadly popular ships like jonerice, jon x fave sister and the cult of cujo (the hound).

Yes, a lot of people hate Sansa and they don't consider Sansa as a main character, so for her to end with a main character like Jon is almost sacrilege.

Anyways, don't mind the haters and enjoy our ship!

[mandzipop]

Chapters: 73/120 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Series: Part 2 of Daggers to the Heart Summary:

A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.

This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.

Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings