#jonsa fairytale au

[esther-dot]

Cinderella

Cinder-Jaehaerys 5k by @wendynerdwrites

A gender-flipped Cinderella Story

Lavender's Blue 4k

Once Upon A Time, in a faraway kingdom, Sansa Stark was humming a song while she swept the floors of Winterfell. Her face was covered in dirt and ashes. Her hands were dry and wrinkled from washing clothes and doing the dishes. But her hope and kindness had not been damaged by all those years of being ordered around by Ramsay Bolton and his girlfriend of the week.

The Weirdwood, the Wolf, and the Glass Slipper 5k

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a girl who loved her father very much….A Cinderella version of Jon/Sansa, mixing elements from the Cinderella stories as told by the Brothers Grimm and the film Ever After.

Together All the While incomplete 28k

Sansa Stark wanted to keep her household together. She borrowed a dress. Prince Jon wanted to escape his fate. He stole a horse.

Cinderella gifset by @yenstarkofrivia

Allerleirauh

Past Our Satellites 140k

Inspired and loosely based on the tale Thousandfurs (from Allerleirauh: All-Kinds-of-Fur) and Cinderella by the Brothers Grimm Rough summary of the tale for those who are unfamiliar with it: "A king promised his dying wife that he would not marry unless it was to a woman who was as beautiful as she was, and when he looked for a new wife, he realized that the only woman that could match her beauty was his own daughter." (from Wiki)

Princess Furball 9k

When Sansa's father announces his intent to marry her, she attempts to trick him out of it, demanding impossible gifts. When her father inexplicably succeeds in fulfilling her requests, Sansa fakes her death and flees her father's kingdom in a coat of many pelts. Sheltered by her trusty direwolf, Lady, Sansa is found by the prince of a foreign realm, who christens her "Furball". The former princess hides out working in the king's kitchens as a curiously humanoid animal as war looms. But things change when two kings and a prince die…

Swan Princess

The Little Bird Princess 18k @captainbee89

When Rhaegar defeated Robert Baratheon on the Trident, he only spared Ned out of love for Lyanna. And on the condition that Stark's eldest daughter would one day wed his son and quell the fighting between the North and the Crownlands for good.

This isn't my idea (this is my idea) of fun 10k orphaned

Their eventual marriage is meant to strengthen the Northern/Southern alliance, but Jon Targaryen and Sansa Stark can hardly stop bickering long enough to make peace with each other, let alone their kingdoms. But it only takes a few meddling parents, suggestive friends, and a jealous sorcerer's magic spell to show this couple that what they've been dreaming of has been there all along.

Moodboard and ficlet by @otp-that-was-promised

Every summer since they were children, Princess Sansa and Prince Jon are brought together in hope that they will fall in love and marry, uniting their two kingdoms. When they meet for the first time, the royal children take an immediate dislike towards each other, but as the years pass they gradually fall in love.

Snow White

Younger More Beautiful Queen 1k by @captainbee89

If the rumours were true, Jon Snow would be Sansa's cousin, a suitable match in both name and blood. Together, they could bring the whole of the seven kingdoms together peacefully. With Jon, Sansa would be Queen. As Queen, Sansa could order the death of Joffrey as revenge for Ned Stark's death. And what of her other children? Tommen and Myrcella would be taken from her, labeled as bastards and stripped of all their prospects. How dare this silly little girl be the more beautiful Queen she had feared? She would not have it.

The Dragonknight 7k

The day that Sansa got her moonblood, Queen Cersei's magic mirror named her the most beautiful woman in the world. There was only one thing to be done with the imprisoned Queen of the North... the child had to die. Cersei hadn't counted on her twin's soft heart or the wolf in the woods.

Little Red Riding Hood

Throw me to the Wolves 2k

Winter had been hard on Old Nan and everyone in the village worried about her, so it was decided that Sansa should make the trip to her cottage on the other side of the woods to bring her some bread and ale. On her way there, she meets a stranger…

In the Company of Wolves 10k incomplete

Fair of face and kissed by fire, Sansa Stark is a force to be reckoned with—with a feisty spirit to match the flare of her flaming hair. Still, there’s no shortage of suitors vying for the hand of the eldest daughter of Ned and Catelyn Stark—but despite all their clever plans, Sansa vows she will only marry for love. A chance encounter with a mysterious stranger in the woods, sets her on a path of passion and dangerous intrigue. Is Jon her salvation or her damnation? Perhaps he is both.

Red Riding Hood Gifset by @dcbicki

The Steadfast Tin Soldier

Tin, Paper, Snow 17k incomplete

“Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.” The flames danced as high as a dream in a million, billion colours- scarlet, orange, purple, even blue, casting rich shimmering shadows on their faces and their hands and their hair. He steadied himself, stood upright, held onto her for dear life. "Would that we were made of glass," he thought. "Tin doesn't do well here. Nor paper." Higher and higher, the flames rose, crackling, singing. Tin, Paper, Snow, they whispered. It's time to let her go.

12 Dancing Princesses

Drifting through the halls with sunrise 3k

They were selfish girls, it was their choice that sentenced these men to death, month after month. The cycle would continue, soon the girls behind her would forget about the man on the stone steps, they would don their masks and new shoes and dance until the sun rose over the Narrow Sea.

The Little Mermaid

only a salt kiss remains ficlet by @flibbertigiblet

He was drowning, and then he was not. (He hears her before he sees her, his angel.)

wish i could be 10k by @theshipshipper

"Oh dear, you look cold," Queen Cersei said softly, floating next to her. "Come, come. Let's get you inside." The Queen led her into the dark cave, offering her a seat. "Now, then. I'm told you're here because you desire to be with your Prince?" She flicked her hand and an image of Prince Jon erupted from thin air. "Hmm. I see now... Quite a handsome fellow." Sansa couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. She'd wondered how he was faring after the shipwreck and ached to check for herself. She was relieved that he seemed alright. "My sweet summer child, you have it bad," Queen Cersei informed her, a smile in her voice. She blinked. "I -- what?" "You're in love," she clarified with a laugh before swimming towards a tall shelf in the corner. "I know exactly what you need."

Mermaids Have No Tears ficlet

Little Mermaid AU, specifically the Hans Christian Andersen version.

Gifsets: Part of Your World by @tatesharon The Little Mermaid by @swainlake The Little Mermaid by @dcbicki The Little Mermaid by @sardoniyx

General

Jonsa fairytale ficlet and gifset by @thewindsofwolves

Even though Sansa is now fourteen, she still feels a special enthousiasm for magic. And as Jon likes nothing more than pleasing Sansa, he shares the same enthousiasm. Then, as they are both bored during the great annual Christmas party hosted by Sansa’s dad, she asks her cousin to make one of his trick so the night can be less boring. Taking her outside, he brings her to the well, and asks her one of the ribbons she wears in her hairs. He asks her then to close her eyes and make a wish, before dropping the ribbon into the well. I wish we could go into an adventure.

The Snow Queen and the Huntsman Gifset by @dcbicki

Jonsa x Disney gifset by @amandapeetshusband

PRE CANON - WESTERN - FAIRYTALE - REGENCY - LITTLE WOMEN - HOLIDAY - SEASON SIX - ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - THE GIRL IN GREY -- next week -> POLITICAL MARRIAGE/MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE

[wandering-scavenger]

thy love is winged and nameless update

rated: M

chapters: 2/3

tags: jon x sansa, celtic folklore inspired, fairytale prompt, jon the huntsman, sansa the fair folk, slow burn

@snowstoneweek prompt: day 3 - Fairytale ❄️🐺

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sneak peek:

“He’s MINE!” the creature screeched, knocking the sword from his companion’s hand and tackling the girl to the ground with her claws raised to strike. 

The fae girl screamed in pain when the demon scratched her, narrowly missing her face and digging its claws into her arms when she raised them to protect herself. Jon ran to search for his sword, the heather so tall that it was near impossible to see anything past his knees. The blade lightly cut his palm when his hand finally grabbed purchase of it, feeling blindly for the hilt until both his hands were wrapped around it and he was back on his feet. 

Jon could hardly tell what he did next, unsure of what happened between his blood dripping along the blade and the sword suddenly blazing in a bright blue fire that lit the entire glade in a cool light. It was a different kind of fire, nothing like the sort that people needed to keep warm or that burned forests down in one fell swoop. It was cold, freezing even, but it did not hurt him. He stabbed the creature’s torso when it bit into the fae girl’s arm, his blade running clean through the creature as it cried in agony. 

[justnerdy15]

Heads Up Seven Up

thanks for the tag @wordswrittenbynight!

Open tag!

from my Swan Lake!Jonsa AU

He rubs at his eyes because he can’t actually be seeing this. Maybe the poppy milk was stronger than he thought. The swan outside his window honks and taps its beak again the window again. Black eyes stare at him, somehow impatient and judging. It ruffles pristine white feathers at him. “Sansa?” Jon whispers, incredulous. Then realizes she probably can’t hear him through the glass. He motions for her to scoot to the side and when she waddles a bit to the left, Jon unlatches the window and pushes it open. “Come in?” he says, stepping back. The swan peers into the room, looking around, and honks, jumping into the room. Jon shushes her, following her as she waddles further into the room, and makes sure he doesn’t hear anyone coming. Jon isn’t sure how he would explain this. “You’ve got to be quiet, Sansa,” Jon tells her while she tries to look under the bed, “And don’t go under there.”

this biggun is nearly 14000 words, but i feel like we're getting to the end. eventually.

[mkstrigidae]

read any good fic this week? (I’d love a rec)

I am so late in answering this, but I hope that I can give some recs that make up for it!

I read 'Of Ribbons and Barbarians' by SainTalia for the first time recently and holy cow it was SO GOOD. Sansa is a Tully who marries the king in the North, Jon Snow, and it is DELIGHTFUL. Tons of court intrigue, the medieval accuracy that GRRM wishes he had, and a very smitten and protective Jon. There are so many names and alliances to keep straight and I am consistently amazed at how well the author handles it.

Also by SainTalia, 'Come Down Like an Avalanche' Which is an utterly delightful modern AU where a forest ranger Jon rescues Sansa and Lady from an icy car wreck. Comfort, cuddling, and emotions ensue during a very bad winter storm. Also, Ghost is horny as hell and completely besotted with Lady and it's absolutely hilarious.

'A Fairytale Ending' by @cellsshapedlikestars contains so many delightful things it would be hard to list them all. Sansa responds to a dating profile that requests a fake date for a wedding- Jon's ex is marrying his brother and the family drama only gets juicier and more dysfunctional from there. At the same time, pining ensues between Jon and Sansa.

Also by @cellsshapedlikestars, 'You on the Run', which is another modern AU that begins with Sansa being kidnapped by Jon and a motley crew of Night's Watch members. Not everything is as it seems, however, and the mystery that unravels is so so good. Honestly, anything by @cellsshapedlikestars is going to knock your socks off.

'You Mean You Forgot Cranberries Too?' by magneticwave is a favorite. A modern AU where Jon and Sansa keep encountering each other by chance and the Stark shenanigans are fully dialed up to 11. Also, there's genetics. This is one of the funniest, wittiest, most delightful fics i've ever read, and I hope it makes you cackle out loud the way it does for me.

And saving the best for last: 'The Weirwood Queen' by RedWolf. Just FYI, this isn't a Jonsa fic. It is genuinely one of the best fics I've ever read, and I'm fully obsessed with it. It's Sansa-centric, and follows the aftermath of Lady's death, when Sansa makes a plea to the old gods. They hear her, and everything changes. It is just so so so incredibly good- I can only hope to be a fraction of the writer that RedWolf is, and I devour every update.

Thank you for the ask- enjoy! :)

[kitten1618x]

In the Company of Wolves  

Chapter Two -  available on ao3 OR ffnet 

A Snippet: 

"You should run home then, Little Red. The woods are not safe."

Sansa inhaled sharply, whirling around at the sound of the deep voice that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Her blue eyes widening in surprise, she flattened herself against the tree at her back, until she could feel the roughness of the bark scraping at her through her clothing.

He was dressed in all black, a woolen cloak draped across the broad width of his shoulders, black breeches and boots clinging to his lean legs and hips, and a messy mane of thick black curls piled atop his head. Black. Everything about him was black—except his eyes. A sharp, piercing grey gaze pinned her in place—focused and intense, as if he could see right to the very depths of her soul.

Sansa swallowed nervously. "I'm looking for my brothers."

[sunbeamsandmoonrays]

Let me take you far beyond the stars

Jon Snow as the Fairy Prince

Click here to see my Sansa edit.

Click here or here to read my accompanying ficlet (with more to come, I promise).

Dedicated to @blackholeofprocrastination. <3

[dcbicki]

Jon/Sansa Remix: Day 4: Fairytale Couples ↳ The Snow Queen and the Huntsman (crossover)

Cursed by a wicked witch on the eve of her sixteenth birthday, Sansa is sent to the ice castle atop the highest mountain in Winterfell to watch over the kingdom and make sure that the Long Winter never ends. Isolated, she has no contact with the outside world, and must suffer her fate alone, until her eighteenth birthday arrives and she will transform into the true Ice Queen. But her childhood friend Jon, now a seasoned hunter, refusing to let her spend the rest of her days in exile, sets out to free her from the curse before she turns eighteen, in the hopes of putting a stop to the endless winter.

[captainbee89]

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, Background Ned Stark/Catelyn Stark, background Robb Stark/Jeyne Westerling Characters: Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Robb Stark, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Arya Stark, Daenerys Targaryen, Rhaegar Targaryen, Lyanna Stark (mentioned), Jeyne Westerling, Cersei Lannister, Lady (ASoIaF) Additional Tags: Swan Princess AU, Alternate Universe - Rhaegar won, Arranged Marriage, Cousin Incest, Alternate Universe - the Seven Kingdoms are all independent nations, Jonsa Disney/Fairytale collection, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Kidnapping, Jon is a legit targaryen but still called Jon, magic spells Series: Part 1 of Like a Lady in a fairy tale Summary:

When Rhaegar defeated Robert Baratheon on the Trident, he only spared Ned out of love for Lyanna. And on the condition that Stark's eldest daughter would one day wed his son and quell the fighting between the North and the Crownlands for good.

The Swan Princess rewrite.

Response to a Disney/Fairytale Jonsa prompt.

[sankta-arya]

Prince Dour-Face (2)

King Eddard knows he’s spoiled his daughter and he’s always been unable to refuse her anything. He’s never found it in his heart to remarry after her mother’s death and now the time has come to choose a husband for his daughter, so she can continue the line and produce an heir for the throne.

Princess Sansa is having none of that. She has always known what she wanted. She wants to be like a lady in a song, marrying a prince who will not only be a hero, but also her true love. She’ll know it’s him the moment she sees him.

So when her father organizes a feast for her name day, at first she’s thrilled, until she realizes he’s gathered a room full of suitors for her. She’s determined to refuse all of them, even the handsome one she’s sure she’s met before.

Many years later, only a couple of moons before her sixteenth name day, the Princess Sansa was visiting her mother's family in Riverrun.

Meanwhile, Prince Aegon, who was nearing his eighteenth nameday, had been sent on a progress throughout the realm by his father to learn about the lands and the people he would one day reign over.

As it came to happen, the prince was walking in a forest one day, where the princess had taken to bathing in a small stream that flowed into the Trident several miles down.

He halted when he heard someone singing. Her voice was so pure it touched his heart and the prince forgot to breathe. His feet started leading him to the source of the sound.

He happened upon a small clearing and the fairest maid he'd ever seen: long auburn curls floating on the surface of the water and large blue eyes in the loveliest face possible. He quickly looked away, tempted as he was to keep staring and catching more than a glimpse of that creamy skin.

He stumbled back, causing a ruckus in the shrubbery that hid him from her view, leaves rustling and twigs snapping.

The princess gasped,  throwing her arms over her front to cover the couple of inches of skin not submerged in the water. "Who goes there?" she demanded. "My Father the King will have your head if you don't reveal yourself!"

The prince stepped out of the bushes, carefully covering his eyes, while trying not to trip over anything on the forest floor.

"Come closer!"

"I can't, My Lady. You're bathing, that would be improper!"

"Ha!" the princess scoffed. "Then wouldn't you deem secretly spying on me while I'm bathing even more improper, Ser?"

"I wasn't spying," the prince insisted. "I didn't know you were bathing. I heard you singing."

She tilted her head, looking at the man standing fifteen feet away from her. Despite the rather ridiculous position of his arms, thrown over his face, he looked lean and graceful, while not particularly tall. Dark curls hung down to his shoulders and under his large hands, she could see a pair of full lips framed by a neat beard and moustache.

"The song is called Florian and Jonquil," she told him. "It's my favourite."

"It's a lovely song. I-"

"Lady Sansa!" a stern voice suddenly called.

"That's Septa Mordane! I need to get dressed. Turn around! Go, before she sees you!"

The prince obeyed immediately, softly whispering her name to himself. "Sansa... Such a pretty name."

"Lady Sansa, I swear..." he heard the same voice mutter as he knelt in the bushes. "You're a good girl, but you're so willful about this. It's not proper! And dangerous!"

"I'm half a Tully," the princess answered defiantly. "Father says the Tullys draw their strength from the rivers."

"And you're also a Stark! Does that mean you're planning to take in a wolf as a pet?"

"That's a marvellous idea, Septa. I'll ask Father. I could brush its hair with a silver brush and give it a collar studded with rubies. I'd ask the cooks to make roast chicken every day."

The prince bit his lip to stifle a chuckle as he heard the Septa sigh in exasperation.

***

Once returned to the capital, it didn't take long for the prince to discover who exactly his Lady Sansa was. Finding out she was not only beautiful and headstrong, but also his cousin, made him even more determined to see her again.

He couldn't forget his Father's oath, however. I never swore that oath, he tried to tell himself, and if I don't tell Father, he doesn't need to share my guilt. Sansa's voice resounded in his head. "I'm half a Tully."  And he was half a Stark, surely his Uncle wouldn't kill him for wanting to meet his family.

He didn't tell anyone of his plans, not his Mother, nor Aunt Dany or the members of the King's Guard. He simply planned to prepare a satchel with a set of clothes, some food and a bit of gold and sneak off during a hunt in the Kingswood.

There was one person he couldn't hope to fool though, his sister Visenya, or as he and Mother always called her: Arya.

One evening she caught him stuffing a loaf of bread under his doublet before the servants could clear the table. She followed him to his chambers, silent as a shadow, and almost scared him to death asking: "What are you doing, Jon?"

He tried, but he knew it was no use.

"Where are you going?"

"North," he finally relented.

"North where?" she pried.

He sighed, clenching his fist and confessing: "The North."

"Have you lost your mind?" she exclaimed, mouth falling open. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

His sister appeared shocked, but the prince knew her well enough to recognize the tone of awe in her voice and the glint of excitement in her eyes. Still he chose to ignore those. "What are you going to do about it, little sister? Tell Mother?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She bit her lip, narrowing her eyes at him in a murderous glare. She'd never betray him like that. "You're an idiot," she finally told him, "but your secret is safe with me, brother."

He gave her a curt nod and smirked. "I knew I could count on you. Come here, I have something for you."

***

Only a sennight later, the prince was well on his way when he was suddenly startled by the soft patter of small feet in the shrubbery.

"Reveal yourself!" he roared, drawing his sword.

Out of the bushes stepped a familiar figure, tiny and skinny, dressed in breeches and leathers. When she drew back her hood, ruffling her short hair, his sister scowled at him, chewing her lip.

"What are you doing here? I thought you said going North was too dangerous." The prince bit his tongue, aware he'd spoken the words that were least likely to discourage his sister.

"That's exactly why I'm coming with you! You're on a dangerous mission and since we've already established you're not exactly clever, you can use all the protection I can offer!"

At that, the prince guffawed. "All the protection you can offer?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She crossed her arms. "Did you give me a sword so I could stab my dolls?"

"No," he admitted, "but you're my sister, I'm supposed to protect you, my lady!"

"Don't call me that! I'm not a lady, I'm going to be a knight!"

"There are no lady knights!" he scoffed.

"You'll be king one day," she pointed out, narrowing her eyes. "If you decide there can be lady knights, who's going to say otherwise?"

"Alright," the prince grumbled. "You can come along, little sister." He mussed her hair. "Sure those short legs of yours can keep up?"

"Are you going to walk all the way North?"

"Of course not, I'm taking a ship to White Harbour in Maidenpool!"

"Well, let's go then!" she laughed, racing past him.

[esther-dot]

Beauty and the Beast

Tokens of Life (give me) 9k WIP by @ihaveastorminme

Jon thought of his mother's family often. But he never heard a whisper from them. Not once. Until the day the northern wind howled through the ancestral halls of the dragon Queens, bringing with it snow and wolves’ cries at its tail. Five hundred different deities in that hall, and nobody whispered when she walked in, tall and forbidding, the skirts of her dress swirling about her like mist and snow glittering unmelted in her flame hair. She looked at him... and everything changed.

No Rose Without a Thorn 24k

Ten years ago, the Others were defeated, the Starks took back the North, the Targaryens reclaimed the Iron Throne, and the Old Gods transformed Sansa Stark into a dread and dangerous beast. Now, winter is coming, the beast remains, and the family would really like Sansa to be a full time human again.

The Beast, the Beauty, and the Bastard 3k

It is a reworking of Disney's Beauty and the Beast, but with a bit of a twist. Hope you enjoy!

Certain As the Sun 22k, incomplete

Sansa is bright, beautiful, and out of place in her little town. After her father is captured in a forgotten castle, she moves to take his place with the cursed prince.

Gifset by @dcbicki and Gifset by @yenstarkofrivia

Rapunzel

From Tower to Tower 10k incomplete

Locked away in a tower for eighteen years by a witch claiming to be her Mother, long-haired Sansa seeks freedom and a chance to regain her crown as Princess of the kingdom. But the tower is high as she has no means to get down, aside from her incredibly long hair, and no guarantee of safety in the outside world she has been warned about. One night, when the witch is out, and a thief who climbs the tower seeking refuge happens upon her, she stuns herself by taking a chance and asking him to help her escape. Assuring him that she will have all charges against him dropped when he returns her to her rightful parents, she embarks on a series of first discoveries with her new bandit friend Jon.

I'll not be climbin' up, I'll only be calling good morning 13k @violetcoloredglasses

Princess Sansa, the rightful queen, has been trapped in a tower by her usurping step-mother for nigh on three years now. Between the benevolent interference of a local woods-witch, the seemingly random appearance of a dashing young man on a horse, and a magical book that Sansa uses to turn a man into a crow, she may have found a way to change her stars.

flower shaped heart 25k, incomplete @missfaber

Alayne Stone has lived her whole life in her hidden tower, forbidden by Mother to leave. But she yearns for an adventure like the ones in the songs, so when a man named Jon Snow crashes into her tower and into her life, she seizes the chance. They travel to King's Landing where the floating lanterns shine each year on her nameday. The new world is exciting and frightening, but Jon Snow is there to guide her every step. He is not nearly as terrible as Mother said men are, though the rest of the world might be. Danger, betrayals, and lies form the steps of their journey as Alayne uncovers terrible secrets. corresponding moodboard

Let Down Your Red Hair .6k

A Jonsa Rapunzel story told in verse. With her father beheaded and her brother marching against the king, the last thing Sansa expects is for her hair to never stop growing. She is soon locked away in the tallest tower of the Red Keep, withdrawn from court as the War of the Five Kings rages on. Elsewhere, rumors of her magical hair have spread to the Wildlings, who see her fiery strands as their last hope against the coming winter.

Tangled edit by @kitten1618x, Tangled edit by @queen-sans-in-the-north, Tangled edit by @sardoniyx

Tangled gifset by @dcbicki

Sleeping Beauty

La Belle au bois dormant 4k

When The North celebrates the birth of Lady Sansa, all the realm is invited to celebrate with them. Each Lady of a Great House bestows a gift upon the little lady, including Cersei Lannister, whose presence at the celebration is both unexpected and unnerving.

Once upon a Dream 1k by @azulaahai

Sansa is under a curse - fallen into a magical sleep, she, according to the prophecy, can only be awoken by a kiss from a dragon. Arya rides south to ask for help from the dragon king Aegon, but the king’s grumpy half brother Jon might prove to be an obstacle.

Visions are Seldom All They Seem 14k

Sansa Stark is sure her life is a great song. She's a beautiful princess. She's been cursed. And the only way it will be broken is to sleep for a hundred years and be awoken by true love's kiss, given by a king's son. She's more then happy to prick her finger if it means getting her happily ever after with a handsome prince all the sooner. But a hundred years is a long time. To be fair to Sansa, Jon did not realize how long it would be either.

Sleeping Beauty Gifset

East of the Sun and West of the Moon

you are my sun, my moon (and all of my stars) 133k

When the white wolf came, the Lord of Winterfell had no choice but to give him his eldest daughter. Eddard Stark had grown up on legends of wolves, on the stories of bargains made by the First Men, on the knowledge of the price that he and his family might one day be forced to pay.  His father had explained the reason their house had taken a wolf as its heraldry and “Winter is Coming” as its motto, a reminder of a promise to honor, a recognition of a debt owed that would need, one day, to be paid. Ned had breathed a sigh of relief when his sister’s twentieth winter arrived and the beast had not. And he had watched the dawn sky for the first signs of the snow that would mark that his daughter, too, might also be spared, might escape the fate that had been handed down by their ancestors. But no man could be so lucky.  Sansa, too, had been born with the North in her blood, had been raised on the stories of white wolves, had lived her life with the knowledge that one might come for her.

this is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty 22k by @dialux

“I fell,” Sansa says softly. “I flew.” [When a strange, hooded man appears out of nowhere, demanding a woman in return for keeping the Others and dead out of Westeros, Sansa goes with him. It’s the best and worst decision of her life.]

PRE CANON - WESTERN - REGENCY - LITTLE WOMEN - HOLIDAY - SEASON 6

[cellsshapedlikestars]

Hello!

I love all your work so much and I saw that you were going to be taking a break from your Bachelor universe so I wanted to throw some prompts your way to maybe help get some other creative juices flowing *waggles eyebrows*

1) switched at birth AU

2) Everyone already knows their dating AU

3) Law and Order (SVU AU)

4) you’ve got mail AU

Thank you anon, I'm glad you like my writing!

Now that I've finished my Bach fic, I've been at a bit of a loss what I want to do next. Maybe it's because I'm all out of new ideas, maybe it's because work has been absolutely hectic, but my creative brain is completely empty. So I figured, why not try to do one of these prompts?

Here's the thing: I have never seen SVU or You've Got Mail. And I'm pretty sure Switched at Birth is also a TV show I have never seen? When I saw "everyone already knows" my immediate thought was "oh! like in Friends!" but then I remembered I have absolutely read that fic somewhere?? Like someone already wrote that for Jonsa. (I tried to find it again but have had no luck.)

So I chose switched at birth as a concept - I'm not sure if you meant the TV show or not, but I just wrote whatever popped into my brain.

A warning: this turned out a bit more angsty than I intended, and isn't necessarily Jonsa? It is if you squint. A few other notes, Alayne is a completely separate person from Sansa, Lysa is not related to Catelyn, and Baelish never knew Catelyn either. Sorry if it's confusing and/or not at all what you were looking for!

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Sansa feels as if the world has dropped out from beneath her.

They all sit in the drawing room of what she can only describe as a mansion (and she knows that next to her, Father is likely seething. This is the kind of money he aspires to, but will never be able to reach. He will never have a name. Father is a Baelish, he could never be a Stark.)

She stares at the family sitting opposite and her heart sticks in her throat at the sight of them – the mother, the three sons, they all have the same copper hair that she does and she swallows against the rising tears.

This is what she could have had, she thinks as she averts her eyes, but she only manages to catch sight of the family portrait above the mantel. A father, a mother, siblings. She could have had all of this, if not for the slip-up of an overworked, underpaid nurse sixteen years ago. She could have been Alayne Stark. Instead she is Sansa Baelish.

Switched at birth.

Alayne sits with her family (that should be Sansa's family), and she doesn't look as out of place as she should. Her dark hair matches Mr. Stark's – matches the other daughter, Arya. Alayne fits right in.

Sansa sits with Father (no, not her father; the man who raised her) on the opposite couch and wonders if her Mother (no, not her mother) had known, somehow. Is that why Mother had always been so cruel to her? Why she always seemed to hate Sansa for reasons she could never figure out? Perhaps Mother had known, somehow, that Sansa wasn't hers. Sansa remembers reading fairy stories of Changelings – how the mother would know, insist the child wasn't hers, how no one ever believed her. Is that why Mother threw herself off the roof all those years ago?

“Well this is fucking awkward,” the girl, Arya, mutters, and it breaks the silence as Mr. Stark sighs and presses a hand over his face and Mrs. Stark begins to scold her for her language and impropriety. Sansa watches Alayne laugh, and she feels more than ever like an intruder. She may share the Stark blood, but it seems as if Alayne and Arya are more alike than not. And by the way the brothers are trying to hide their own laughter, it seems Alayne fits in with all of them.

Perhaps it wasn't a mistake to switch them, Sansa thinks bitterly. Perhaps the Starks are better for having Alayne.

….

She is forced to get to know the Stark family, though she does not think she wants to. She doesn't want to look at their life and wish it could have been hers – wish that Ned Stark with his kind eyes and calm voice could have been her father. Wish that Catelyn Stark with her smiles and her freshly baked cookies could have been her mother. Wish that she could have been surrounded by siblings and dogs and even two strange psuedo-adopted-but-not-really brothers that she meets later on named Jon and Theon. The Stark household is chaotic and confusing and Sansa tells herself she would have hated growing up here.

….

She isn't surprised to find that she's not sad Father isn't her real father. In fact, there's a sort of joy inside her that when she turns eighteen, she can be free of him. He is still her legal guardian, the courts have decided, but she has less than two years before she is free and they aren't actually related and so she doesn't have to feel guilty about her dreams of leaving him.

It grows inside her as the weeks and months go by – a hatred she has never truly let herself feel before. She hates him, despises him. She always has.

Catelyn Stark is insistent on getting to know her because Sansa is her daughter, but Sansa can tell that Father has no real desire to get to know his own real daughter. He does not care about Alayne – no, what he cares about is ingratiating himself into the Stark family. She wonders if the Starks can see it like she can. She hopes not – she doesn't want them to think she's only coming to these weekly meetings for their money and their name.

In all honestly, she's not actually sure why she keeps coming to these meetings. All they do is remind her that the Starks will never truly be her family. All they do is highlight how much Father cares about social climbing. These meetings are painful and every week when she finally gets home and takes a shower and gets into her pajamas and climbs into bed, she sobs into her pillow for what could have been.

…

“You know the party's inside, right?”

Sansa startles out of her reverie and whirls around, heart pounding, to find Jon Snow standing behind her, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket.

It's Christmas and the snow is thick on the ground and she's shivering in the thin wrap that she came outside with, her coat in a closet where Mrs. Stark had taken it hours earlier.

“Are you allowed to be smoking?” she asks instead of answering and he laughs, pulling one out of the pack and placing it between his lips.

“I'm eighteen,” he shrugs, speaking around the cigarette dangling out of his mouth. His hands come up and he lights it, with one cupped around the end against the cold winter wind.

“I can't imagine Mrs. Stark approves of smoking,” she sniffs, then shakes her head no when Jon holds the pack out to her in offering. She watches his mouth twitch into a smile for a moment, like he knew she wouldn't take one, before putting the pack back in his coat pocket.

“Seems you don't approve, either.”

“Well, I am her daughter.” She says it and means it to be a joke, but the words come out soft and it wavers at the end.

Jon watches her for a moment, then unzips his coat and shrugs it off and holds it out to her and she stares at it blankly, her mind not processing the gesture. He shakes the coat, like he's insisting she take it and she finally does, slipping it on and then closing her eyes at the immediate warmth of it.

“I get it,” Jon says after a while, when he's halfway down to the filter, clouds of smoke drifting up into the night sky. “I mean, not exactly, I'm not sure there's anyone who can understand... you know-” he gestures at her. “But I get what's it's like - to be a Stark, but not. They practically raised me, but I'm not... I'll never actually be one of them.”

“I used to read fairytales,” she admits, turning her face from him because it's easier to talk into the dark, snow-covered landscape than him. “About secret princesses, and the king and queen were always so happy to have their daughter back. In the stories, there was never another princess who already took her place. Who fit in better.”

Alayne is a perfect Stark, she thinks. Over the months, she's seen it – how Alayne plays football and hockey with her brothers and sisters, makes jokes that Sansa would never. She's nothing like Sansa, who always preferred reading poetry to playing outside, with perfect manners and perfect posture. Cold and reserved. She wishes she were more like Alayne – more like a Stark.

She hears Jon sigh and take one last drag of the cigarette before he puts it out in the snow. “You're a lot like Cat, you know,” he says finally, and she feels something twist painfully in her chest. “And Bran. I mean, I don't know you that well, I guess, but...”

She shakes her head because he's wrong. She's nothing like any of the Starks (though she's not a Baelish, either). Jon sighs again, louder this time, with more annoyance.

“You are,” he insists, and she finally turns to face him again and opens her mouth to argue, but he gets there first. “You'd see it if you let yourself. If you actually tried. Cat's... Cat is trying so hard. You should see how she gets before you come over. Everyone is freaking out about it but you won't even try to get to know them. And I might not get how you feel, but Alayne? Have you even tried to talk to her?”

That painful twist in her chest tightens, it swoops down into her belly and up into her throat. “I am-”

“Like I said, I can't imagine how it feels, you know? And I'm sure it's a lot, and you're allowed to feel how you feel, but the Starks are... they want you here, I promise. But if you don't want to be, if you don't want them in your life, maybe this should all stop, cause it's hurting them and I think it's hurting you. Maybe we shouldn't be trying to force it if it's not what you want.”

Her mind is blank, she can't think of a single argument, though she wants to argue. She wants to say that Alayne hasn't tried talking to her, either. She wants to insist that she is trying, but... but she's not. Not really. She's holding herself at a distance, she's already decided she doesn't belong.

“What if they don't like me?” The words slip out of her, unbidden, her voice barely a whisper. It wavers in the dark. (Her deepest fear – that if she lets them get close to her, they'll decide she isn't worth it, that they don't want her.)

She's not sure what response she was expecting, but it's not for Jon to smile – he does, gives her a little half smile and raises his shoulders in a shrug. “I don't know you that well yet, but so far I like you just fine. And I'm not even a Stark.”

“You seem like a Stark,” she tells him, and watches something flicker across his face and she doesn't know him well enough yet to tell what it is.

“I'm not actually related,” he says, though she already knows this. “Not by blood or anything.” For a moment he brings his hand up to rub at the back of his neck and he suddenly won't look at her and she wonders if she said something wrong. “We should go back inside,” he seems to change the subject and she hesitates, but then he holds out his hand. After a moment, she takes it, and follows him back inside, out of the freezing night air and into the warmth of the house. In the distance, she can hear voices and laughter, she can smell the cinnamon and pine in the air.

She could get lost here, if she let herself.

“There you are,” Mrs. Stark looks up as they enter the kitchen, and Jon lets go of her hand. Mrs. Stark narrows her eyes at Jon, then looks at the back door, like she guesses what he was doing out there and doesn't approve.

“I'm uh...” Jon starts, looking between Mrs. Stark and her, “I should get back to the party.” Before he goes, he turns back to her and she remembers she's still in his coat and she hurriedly takes it off, feeling heat high up on her cheeks as she does. “Try,” he says, voice too low for Mrs. Stark to hear. Then he takes his coat and leaves the kitchen – leaves her in the kitchen. Alone. With Mrs. Stark.

“Are you having fun?” Mrs. Stark's voice is light, but there's something underneath, a hesitance.

“I am,” she says back, wondering if she should make some excuse and leave. Wondering if Mrs. Stark doesn't want to be here talking to her.

(Try.)

“I wanted to thank you for inviting me,” she blurts out, and Mrs. Stark looks at her sharply. “I had some of the pumpkin pie, it was really good.”

It's such a stupid, nonsense thing to say, but Mrs. Stark looks pleased.

“It's a family recipe,” Mrs. Stark says, and then – a bit of hesitation - “I could teach it to you, if you'd like.”

Sansa's breath catches in her throat and it takes her a moment to say, “I like baking.”

“So do I. I could never get Alayne or Arya into it.” Mrs. Stark says it with a fond smile and Sansa feels something break open inside of her and she realizes, she knows, that she wants this. She wants to know this family, she wants to be a part of it. She doesn't want to take Alayne's place, she never could, but she...

“You could teach me,” she whispers. “Sometime. I'd like that.”

“So would I,” Mrs St- her mother, says with a smile that lights up the room.

[justnerdy15]

some google searches i had to do today

can swans jump up

what noises do swans make

swans whistling

how long do bruises take to heal

difference between fractured and bruised ribs

do they eat swans in game of thrones

swans in medieval europe

swan behaviors

this was supposed to be a cute little swan lake thing and now its gonna be my largest one-shot to date. can you see why its taking me so long?

[reginarubie]

Soulbonded; laws and differences

So, when I started my soulmate JonSa AU, I had not expected it to turn out so detailed or long - yeah, I had written only the first five chapters in advance - and although I knew where I wanted to go with the plot I had not anticipated how much detail went into building that type of plot and make it consistent.

So I had made a sort of sheet with the worldbuilding and laws and particulars and how they changed or would change with the soulmarks. The sheet continued to grow and since lately we're getting in the most difficult part of the story and I've been asked clarification upon some details I decided to just put it down here for you to reach when you need it without disrupting the consecutio of the chapters with a chapter which is not a chapter in the story.

Soulbonds in theory

In this AU soulmarks exist and are generally accepted as a gift from the Gods which makes them, by default, indisputable no matter their nature, so yes, even incestual soulmarks are accepted and exist.

The mark is actually a very private matter, as differently from other places in the world like in Essos, where they usually show their marks blatantly. In Westeros, instead, the marks are cherished but also very private. This happened because often, especially the Andals had the custom to accept them but easily disregard them when it came to nobles in favor of political marriages.

Case in point: Tywin forcing Tyrion to burn his own hand, where the name of commoner (and whore) Tysha was written.

Lysa Tully’s mark being disregarded sent her spiraling (just saying).

A mark usually can come (not everyone gets one and it is accepted it is a rarity to encounter a bonded pair) in three different natures:

white-mark: a mark that is born white as a scar over the flesh of the person. It usually indicates that the person’s soulmate has already passed.

Cases in point: Robb Stark’s mark (Rhaenys Targaryen) comes in white because the princess is already dead by the time Robb is born and by the time he got his soulmark.

Daenerys Targaryen’s mark (Aegon Targaryen) comes in white because the prince is already dead by the time Daenerys is born and by the time she gets her soulmark.

Fake Aegon Targaryen’s mark (Sunnava) comes in white because the girl is dead by the time he gets it.

mark: a bold scripture over one’s flesh which carries the name of their intended soulmate.

Cases in point: Jon Snow’s mark (Sansa Stark) came in bold and dark because both are alive by the time he gets his mark.

Sansa Stark’s mark (Aegon Targaryen/Jon Stark) came in bold and dark because both are alive by the time she gets her mark.

undefined mark: it can either be the rash that occurres in some instances before the mark becomes defined or remain a rash, undefined. It can also be a rash occurring while a mark is changing. It can happen, with a bonded pair, when one of the two is in a situation of life and death (the mark inflames and becomes almost unreadable).

Cases in point: Sansa Stark’s mark. Argella Dundarron’s mark.

A mark can change. Since people can change and change their perspective and their needs, the soulmark and therefore their soulmate can also change.

Cases in point: Argella Dundarron’s mark changed after her soulmate died and she was paraded and presented naked to Orys Baratheon after they surrendered her castle. As Orys Baratheon provided for her kindness and gave her the care she needed her mark started to change and she later sported Orys Baratheon’s name on her skin as a proof of this change.

Sansa Stark’s mark changes from Aegon Targaryen to Jon Stark because 1. Jon died and therefore the mark went white enabling the process of change in her; 2. Sansa’s perception changed, the moment she met again with Jon she started to feel the pull of the bond and her perception of her needs changed and therefore the name on her flesh started to change as well as to reflect her change into perception and needs. In the beginning Sansa wanted her fairytale love - her song-worthy love - therefore the mark came with a name that would fulfill that need (Aegon Targaryen, the golden prince that would’ve been) but when she meets again with Jon her perception and needs are changed and Jon Stark fulfills them therefore still being the same person, her mark changes to reflect that.

A mark usually comes with the coming of age.

Case in point: Robb Stark got his mark after his birthday after a night of prayer in Winterfell’s Godswood.

This coming of age is not only a number therefore it would be more accurate to say that it comes with an emotional coming of age (ovverosia when they are emotionally ready to face the truth of their mark)

Cases in point: Jon got his mark well after his birthday had passed, to the point he had accepted he may not get one because of his nature as a bastard;

Sansa got her mark (the rash that preceded it) just before the riots of Kings Landing;

Arya got hers in the chaos that ensued after Ned Stark’s death even if she’s just a child.

A mark can be between people of the same sex (why should they not?)

Cases in point: Sarnai and Nefeli, Sansa's Free Folk guards.

Bondmates can actually feel each other’s feelings even at great distances. As Jon and Sansa do, all the time, or feel the strangeness in the other (like Ned Dayne does when Arya becomes No One)

Soulbonds in practice

Rules in Essos

In Essos the custom is that of wearing the marks perfectly visible, blatantly exposed (which Viserys finds disgusting, which is one of the reasons he forces Dany to cover hers).

The Dothraki wear their mark proudly but mostly defer to the pull of the bond to understand who is their bondmate since they do not know how to read or write.

Rules Beyond the Wall

Much like the Dothraki, the Free Folk which is mostly composed by illiterates people, use usually the pull of the bond to recognize the soulbonds, but aside of that they put special care in the attitude of choosing a partner despite the reality of the soulbond.

Rules in the Realm (from Dorne to the Neck)

The soulbonds are gifts from the Seven, but they can be disregarded in favor of marriages of convenience. The marks have to be registered to be lawful otherwise they aren’t considered as such and are only unofficial and not considered as strong as registered ones (lawfully).

The northerners think that this disregard (brought with them especially by the Targaryens that favored, instead of the bonds, their incestual marriages to keep the line pure) is what caused the Gods to decide to not give as much marks as they did before.

It’s generally accepted that a soulmark once registered takes precedence over everything else. The duty of a soulbonded supersedes whatever vow ever made (no vows are exempt of this, not the kingsguards nor the vow to the NW) and the law forgives (at least morally) all kind of oathbreaking and treason if done in the name of one’s bonded.

Dorne, much like the Essosi, there is the custom to wear their soulmarks proudly.

Rules in the North

No matter the nature of the bond (incestual or not) they are considered holy and sacred. Indisputable always. Although this does not mean that they won’t morally judge why such a bond may have occurred. People are still people after all.

Laws pertaining the bonds and the marks

A mark needs to be registered to be lawful, otherwise it has efficiency only unofficially. By law a soulbonded shares in everything of their bondmate; which brings it to another point: not all soulbonds are requited; it can happen that a bond may be one-sided.

Usually the bond of a man supersede that of a woman, because the woman usually takes the man’s name. So if the man in question was a noble, no problem there, the woman would just gain rank of lady of the bond. She would take his name only if the mark was registered. If it was the opposite... the woman would lose her rank of lady unless the next male of kin (usually the father) blessed the union and accepted the man even if he was a commoner or a bastard.

[Just because the soulbonds might be fair - uniting even people from different station in life - it does not mean that the laws, made by men, pertaining the bonds are as fair]

Cases in point: Argella Dundarron became a Baratheon by soulbond and marriage despite she being the royal and Orys just a lord or a bastard (as rumored).

Sansa and Jon are afraid that the birth of Jon as Snow may mean (for the Realm) that Sansa becomes a Snow (sharing in everything Jon’s from his name to his nonexistent right, to their knowledge until the parentage reveal). If people got to know that Sansa was Jon’s bondmate as she was hostage in KL it could’ve been used against her to treat her as a bastard and not a lady and therefore taking away what little protection her status gave her.

Why do Jon and Sansa fake their mark to be unrequited?, one-sided by Sansa’s side?

Because this way Sansa can still remain a Stark and Queen in the North without anyone disputing her status because of the mark and Jon can actually gain rank better than with a naturalization by royal decree, because the marks have gods-given nature.

Just like in a marriage kings and queens keep their lawful names (the woman keeps her maiden name) because of succession reasons. The family of the bondmate of a ruler does not enter in the line of succession because the soulmarks are individual and unite two people, not their Houses (so the son of a brother of a Queen would not be able to success to the throne if the Queen died without having given children to the king or without having children).

By law, so, a soulbonded shares in everything of their bondmate, which is why they share also their claim to whatever seat (always if the mark is registered).

Cases in point: Daenerys Targaryen shares her dead bondmate claim to the Iron throne;

Sansa has a claim to the Iron throne through Jon (as he would be a claimant) same as Jon has a claim to the North through Sansa (who is Queen in the North).

The bondmates have their first and foremost duty to their bondmate.

Which is why Sansa is very upset when she discovers Jon’s mark wasn’t white as he had led them to believe but he bears her name, because he stayed behind even as Sansa suffered the consequences of the War of Five Kings.

But why has Jon stayed behind?

They are both book-age in this so they were children when Sansa left for the South and Jon to join the Watch. Jon actually did try and speak to Ned, asking his father to accompany them South and be Sansa’s sworn shield (ready, also, to expose to his father, despite his own shame, the truth of his mark). Ned, who is afraid for Jon’s life in the South refuses him and rejects his offer, by also telling Jon that Sansa having a lowborn sworn shield would shame her (which, Jon has manifested also in imagine her having a bastard soulbonded).

So Jon chose the next best thing. Go to the Watch where he could cut a place for himself and when he died, even if they discovered his mark they would say he had been honorable and brought honor to his bondmate’s name because he died fighting to defend her kingdom from wildlings and enemies from the Wall.

When everything went to shit, Jon did try to ran to Robb and to join the war; but was stopped and he actually thought that for him to be freed of the NW's oath he would’ve to expose his mark and have it registered which would mean that everyone would know and Sansa would’ve been treated not as a princess/lady but as a bastard hostage. So he stayed behind and went beyond the wall. While he was with the Free Folk he did have a story with Ygritte, but it was mostly because he liked the idea of having a choice in the matter of whom to love since his mark was impossible. Which again...he was a teen and he lacked the confidence an adult may have had and the maturity to know the best course of action.

Part of Jon’s arc in the whole book is him learning that honor is good and all but won’t keep you warm at night during winter and won’t save you. Not always anyway. Which he learns the hard way, he stayed behind due honor and to not bring more problems to Sansa than the ones she had (figuring when she went missing that with knowing she was alive, her being believed dead meant she was safe and no one could hurt her), he died and she suffered. Which is why when he returns from the dead he decides to fuck it all he is finding Sansa first and the rest comes later.

[thelegendofclarke]

Jon/Sansa Aesthetics ❖ Fairy Tale Au’s

Fairy Tale Au Fic Recs: The Weirwood, the Wolf, and the Glass Slipper by EmynIthilien ● Our Place Among the Infinities by @ficklejam ● this isn’t my idea (this is my idea) of fun // if we live through this, remind me to thank you by @obiwan-katnobi ● (feed me) to the wolves by @jonnsansa ● Somewhere in the Winter Woods // From Tower to Tower by @elizabthturner ● If I Only Could by @maybetwice ● Dragonheart // Sleepsong by clowsan ● Brüderchen und Schwesterchen // Under the Hill by @justadram ● Sansarella by @jeynegrey ● A Steadfast Heart by @misshoneywheeler ● Green and Grey // electric in your blood by @sansapotter ● Certain As The Sun by TheladyB ● The Aristocats Au // Anastasia Au by @youcancalllmequeenjane ● We’d Up And Fly If We Had Wings For Flying by @blackholeofprocrastination ● Things My Heart Used to Know by @thatgirlnevershutsup ● A Question of Symbolism by @theasexualscorpio

[kitten1618x]

Chapter One - available on ao3 OR ffnet. 

There’s a beast prowling in the Wolfswood forest, just outside of the small village of Winterfell ....

Everything A Big Bad Wolf Could Want: Fair of face and kissed by fire, Sansa Stark is a force to be reckoned with—with a feisty spirit to match the flare of her flaming hair. Still, there’s no shortage of suitors vying for the hand of the eldest daughter of Ned and Catelyn Stark—but despite all their clever plans, Sansa vows she will only marry for love. A chance encounter with a mysterious stranger in the woods, sets her on a path of passion and dangerous intrigue. Is Jon her salvation or her damnation? Perhaps he is both.

Even Bad Wolves Can Be Good: Being the fatherless son of the village recluse believed to be a witch, Jon Snow is no stranger to being ostracized by his peers. Even after his mother's death, he keeps to himself, living a life of solitude in the forest and stays clear of Winterfell village—content to watch from a distance, the auburn haired beauty that has beguiled him since he was naught but a lad. But Jon harbors a dark secret—and he’s sworn to protect Sansa at all costs ...even if it’s from himself.

[sunbeamsandmoonrays]

Congrats Sunny!!!! As for drabble prompts...Thumbelina AU? Pretty please???

The singing drew Jon away from the Fairy Court procession.  It was a lovely voice, and the girl it belonged to was even lovelier by comparison.  He was especially mesmerized by her flowing red hair, and how it caught the moonlight as she danced with an imaginary partner.  Of course, as soon as he flew closer to get a better look, she spotted him.

“I’m sorry!” he cried as the girl fled behind the propped up open storybook.  “I didn’t mean to frighten you!  I was curious, is all.”

Bright blue eyes peeked around the book’s edge.  “Curious about what?”

“Your voice.  I heard you singing, and thought it sounded pretty.”  He cringed.  Gods, Jon, you sound a fool.

The girl giggled and stepped out from her hiding place.  There was a beat in which they took each other in, and Jon was secretly pleased to see that she was as equally transfixed as he was of her.

“I don’t mean to stare,” she murmured.  “It’s just that...I’ve never met someone my size.  I thought I was the only one.”  Before he could respond, she drew herself into an elegant curtsy that would rival any noblewoman’s.  “My name is Sansa.”

“Sansa,” he breathed, grinning like a loon.

“You should always compliment a lady’s name when she gives it to you, sir,” she chided, but he could tell she was only teasing him.

“It’s a beautiful name, my lady,” he responded immediately.  “It suits you,” he added sincerely.

Sansa blushed at the compliment, and Jon preened.  “And what is your name, sir?” she asked shyly.

Jon started.  “Oh!  Right.”  He bowed to her formally, thankful for once for his lessons in etiquette his father forced on him.  “My name is Jon.”

“Jon...” she repeated, smiling.  Jon smiled back.  He rather liked how his name sounded coming from her.  “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

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