#jonsa fics

[thebiggerbear]

Jonsa Fic Recs List

Rec list under Read More:

Teeth by @orangeflavoryawp - Jon and Sansa. How wolves lay claim.

they tumble down by thimbleful - When Sansa suggests it's time for her and Jon to marry, she means they should make marriage alliances with the other Northern houses. Jon, though, assumes she means they should marry each other. A post s7 story where Jon and Sansa struggle to navigate their new political landscape while suppressing their feelings for one another, Arya does everything in her power to protect her pack, and Bran and Sam try to figure out how to kill the Night King.

Aragorn married Arwen, though. by @reginarubie

*I will add more as I go

dividers by @firefly-graphics

[lavaazul]

Best Jonsa fanfics in your opinion? I'm back after 3 years and I'm kind lost.

Please show me the way 😄😅

[jonsawilldanceanon]

Sometimes I wonder about au jonsa where Jon where Leanna and rhaegar married and he was a prince of the realm visiting his uncle in winterfell….

I love those AUs so much.

[fistfuloflightning]

AU where Catelyn refuses to have Jon be raised with her children or even be acknowledged as a Stark bastard, and instead he’s raised by one of their retainers and the other Stark children remain oblivious (until it’s too late…)

[esther-dot]

when long night falls 6k

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

All That We Forgot 16k by @rumaan

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

The Thawing of Winter 100k by @jade-masquerade

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

Came Down the Mountain 12k by @darkmagyk

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

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

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

You lied to me ficlet by @justadram

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

Stone and Snow 1k by @jonsastan

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

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

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

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

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

Alayne AU 4k by @sunbeamsandmoonrays

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

frostfire ficlet by @zoyaalinas

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

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

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

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

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

godless 3k by @charmtion

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

Lies/Luck 1k by @phosphorescent-naidheachd

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

My Maid of Stone 11k WIP by @cappymightwrite

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

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

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

Stone and Snow 1k by @alemoncakelife

Jon Snow meets Alayne Stone corresponding edit

Family Ties 2k by @framboise-fics

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

what one finds in the snow 1k by @amymel86

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

I Remember (I Remember) 1k by @hilarychuff

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

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

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

Rosemary (For Remembrance) 7k by @orangeflavoryawp

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

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

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

Buried under with my desires 2k by @captainbee89

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

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

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

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

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

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

[cellsshapedlikestars]

It starts, as all the worst things tend to do, because of Joffrey. Now that you’re single, who are you crushing on? Sansa’s heart is racing a mile a minute as she tries to keep the smile on her face, as she tries not to look out into the live audience. “Well, there’s this band,” she starts, then glances out towards the audience, who waits for her answer with baited breath. “Kings of Winter. Their guitarist is pretty cute. Jon Snow? Definitely crush-worthy.”

or, Sansa says a name, and it backfires spectacularly

read it here

[kitnjon]

dark jon fics recommendations?

1. Beasts of Seasons by simonetta

She had prepared her words and her actions meticulously. She hadn’t prepared to actually see him. Or, Jon and Sansa reunite and things don't go according to plan, forcing Sansa to reevaluate her identity and her loyalties and forcing Jon to come back to himself. Post-ADWD, bookverse fic. Jon and Sansa reunite on campaign to win back Winterfell.

2. The Difference by @asilentfrenzy

“I was not the one to strangle your brother or burn your grandfather.” “The North sees no difference.” Sansa’s glassy eyes focused and trained directly on Aemon's, her gaze becoming fiery with an intensity that threw him off before her tone dropped in temperature. “The Starks see no difference." The implication was clear and quite intentional, and the blow was all the harder in the knowledge that she took the risk to make it despite how fearful of him she was.

3. deathless by @kingsansa

“The men I came here with,” He began, “The ones my family chooses to associate with—they aren’t my friends. And they’re nobody you would want to know. They’re callous and greedy. They aren’t good people. If they see something or someone that belongs to someone who they perceive as their better, they’ll want it. They’ll do anything to take it. They can’t help themselves.” His skin was rough, but his touch on the underside of her jaw was velvet. His fingertips were cold. She told herself that that was why she was shuddering. “Do you understand?” He asked. She didn’t. She was tired and tipsy and confused and frustrated— She was starving in a way she never had before, for something that she couldn’t understand. “But I don’t belong to you,” She said, uncertain and shaky; a doe on new legs. “No,” He said. “You don’t.” And she wondered if she imagined it, the way his chin ducked, a nod of appeasement, as if to say: Not yet.

4.Cute But a Psycho by @amymel86

Sansa is hung over on the morning her husband's severed hands are delivered to her doorstep.

5. hiraeth by @kingsansa

“You’ll permit me.” He murmured. It was not a question. But for reasons she could not understand, she knew she would. He ran his fingers over her cheek. Along her brow. Underneath her chin. He did not venture underneath her veil. He acted as if he did not need to. His touch was warm, almost reverent. When at last, his hand returned to his side, he said, just loud enough for her to hear, “There you are.” Alayne said nothing, but the breath she released was tremulous. Anticipatory. Exhilarated.

6. wolfsong by @kingsansa

She does not close her eyes. She does not sleep. She does not dream. After almost 200 years of running, it is the one place he always manages to find her.

7. Beloved Monster by @amymel86

“An acquaintance of mine can settle all your debts,” the man says, still not looking at Harrold as he makes his offer. Sansa is stunned. Glancing to Harry, she can tell he is too. Her hand absentmindedly reaches up to her neck, tips of her fingers whispering over the bare skin where her mother’s garnet necklace used to sit. Coming out of his momentary stupor, Harry shakes his head. “Sir, I thank you for the offer but my debts are significant and I doubt your acquaintance will-“ “He has the means to cover it all and is happy to do so.” “I-...” her husband scratches at the back of his head. “Repayment will be.... slow. I do not have the means to-“ “Repayments will not be necessary.” Sansa frowns. This is surely some sort of entrapment for her husband. Is he bright enough not to fall for it? Who is this gentleman and who is this acquaintance of his that seemingly wants to throw away his money on a scoundrel like her husband? Harry’s brow furrows. “No repayments? Then what does your friend want in return?” The gentleman’s gaze flicks over Sansa’s form again. “Your wife.”

8. what used to be by @woodswit

the fallout of a marriage of convenience.

9. writer’s block by @woodswit

Writer!Sansa on a deadline for a scene she has no idea how to write, tattooed bartender!Jon. i have nothing else to say for myself.

10. one slip and i am dead by @woodswit

She would rather die than ask Jon, of all people, for help. The history between them is gnarled, knotted, dangerous. But Sansa thinks she knows something about the nuns that keep going missing in Boston, and she knows no one else will believe her.

11. From Instep to Heel by @orangeflavoryawp

“‘I’m a Targaryen,’ he says finally, the words smarting along his tongue, even now. A need and an uncertainty all at once. ‘And she – ’ He stops, swallows. ‘She is nothing,’ he finishes tightly, the untruth a tremulous exhale as it leaves him.” - Jon and Sansa. Like the curve of the horizon, when the moon breaks from beneath its bow.

12. the night we met by @woodswit

They have both left what happened that night—and everything that transpired—in the past, but now Jon's back and he has a request, one Sansa cannot turn down.

13 i fall to pieces (when i'm with you) by usuallysunny

"Go North. Only North. Jon is Lord Commander at the Castle Black. He'll help you." He'd had good intentions, this broken shadow of a man who used to be Theon, and he couldn't have known. Sansa finds a Lord Commander at Castle Black. He has steel-grey eyes, her father's eyes, and a dark beard framing a strong jaw, and he looks and sounds and moves like Jon... But he's not Jon.

14. your halo slipping down by @woodswit

When Arya disappears while hunting Sansa's stalker, Sansa knows she's got to take matters into her own hands. Her first move is to go north-- --to Jon Snow, who has just been released from prison. Jon Snow, the boy in black, is her last hope.

15. A Violence Done Most Kindly by @orangeflavoryawp

“There is an old sort of magic to sacrifice, after all.” - Jon and Sansa. Stark is a house of many winters.

16. when the walls come tumbling down by @phantomphaeton

These violent delights have violent ends. With salt and smoke, fire and blood, iron and ice, the tides of fate wash clean the saviors of the continent. Two years after Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow ride south to win the Last War, Westeros is on the verge of destabilization. The Red Wolf—left simmering in fury in the North—is compelled to rejoin the Great Game.

17. Dark! Jon Snow series by @justadram

[blissfulphilospher]

Every year in winter my heart ache for Jonsa. Idk what is it about winter and Jonsa.

So here I am listing all my favourite Jonsa fics nobody asked for ♡

The Farmer's Wife by @vivilove-jonsa

Set in 1890s America with Farmer Jon and Rich Girl Sansa on run. She finds him via advertisement for a wife and they marry without asking much about each other.

I love it. I love this so much but this story is on hiatus 😭

where our candles burn the brightest by @vivilove-jonsa

Let's say everything by vivilove for Jonsa is my absolute fav.

Christmas fic where Jon is a kindergarten teacher and Rickon's favourite and that's how he meets Sansa!!

a fairytale ending by ganymede_elegy

Jon needs a fake/pretend girlfriend because he is attending Aegon's wedding who is marrying his ex. Sansa stumbles in his life perfectly via dating app.

In Skin or Fur by TaleWeaver

Lady x Ghost too! So their bonded humans just feel so much for each other too!

It's hot.

Goodbye Means Going Away (And Going Away Means Forgetting) by vixleonard

This story makes me cry everytime.

As Jon and Sansa and true copy of Eddard and Catelyn Rickon mistakes them for his parents.

wait for me, my baby by usuallysunny

The transition from siblings to cousins to spouses

I love this!

Freeze my Heart and Cease my Soul ❄️ by Blissful_philospher

Jonsa in their past as Jonnel and Sansa!

Also this is mine 💙

[sweetaprilbutterfly]

She presses the call button. It rings and rings.

This is Jon, leave a message.

Or, Jon goes missing, and Sansa finds more than she's looking for.

the night we met by @cellsshapedlikestars

[immuneivory]

sweet tooth (741 words)

relationship: jon snow/sansa stark

rating: general audiences

tags: high school/college au, inspired by gilmore girls, fluff

"Juilliard still your first choice?" Jon asks, the question partly muffled by a yawn as he hurriedly kicks off his shoes and jacket before collapsing onto his bed with a theatrical flop.

It was late in the afternoon when he was finally able to clock out. He was tired, his feet and back hurt, and he was being followed by the cardboard scent of stale coffee. But the sight of Sansa entering the shop—the tip of her nose a bright pink, two steaming cups cradled in her gloved hands, and a beaming smile—made him forget about his aching muscles and heavy blinks.

At least momentarily.

Now that he’s back in his room, with the comforting warmth of hot chocolate in his stomach and free from the presence of his roommate Theon, thank god, he is about ready to pass out.

"Yes, it is,” Sansa says without hesitation, lifting her chin with a pretty, proud smile. She’s perched on the edge of the narrow twin mattress, removing her boots with an almost practiced amount of care. She then shifts closer to him, curling up on his striped sheets against his side. “The ballet program is perfect. It has some really good professors, plus it's close to here. Which my dad loves… of course.”

Yeah, only forty-two minutes away, Jon thinks, just the tiniest bit bitter.

He's proud of her. Obviously. He knows how hard she's been working toward this since—forever. He can’t even count the number of times he’d stolen glances at her heading to practice, her long legs in frilly, sheer skirts over matching light pink tights. Or the times he had caught her carefully wrapping bandaids around her bloody toes while passing her room on his way to hang out with Robb. Or the evenings spent alongside his mom, the Starks, and the Pooles, watching Sansa's and Jeyne's recitals—which would normally bore him to the point of literal tears, but he discovered from a very young age that Sansa has this unwavering ability to distract him from anything. But now, the realization that he had taken for granted living just across the street from her, hits him. Hard. Even his dorm is only a short walk from his mom’s apartment.

From her.

"Forty-two? How do you know that?"

Jon hadn't even realized that the words had slipped out of his traitorous mouth. He begrudgingly meets Sansa's gaze, her expression both curious and a little knowing, as if she’s seeing right through him—it's almost scary.

"You ever heard of Google?" He mutters, forcing an eye-roll as he turns his head away, trying to hide the rose tint most likely creeping across his cheeks.

"You looked it up?" Sansa asks, her tone brightening. He can see the beginning of a grin tugging at the corners of her lips from his peripheral.

Jon just shrugs in response.

"You looked it up," she repeats teasingly. Smugly. She pokes him in the chest with a slender finger—her nails painted a vibrant melody of pastels—which he quickly bats away.

"I was bored, okay? My mom was forcing me to watch some shitty reality show and I had nothing else to do. That's it." He scowls at his voice which, for some reason, decided to pitch up at least ten octaves.

"You looked it up," she says one last time, her voice softer now and all Sansa-like. He can feel her lips moving against the sensitive skin of his neck as she wraps her arms around his waist and nuzzles her face on his shoulder. Her earlier smugness now replaced by her soft, sugary sweetness.

He rolls his eyes again, but this time surrounds her shoulders with his arms and noses at her hairline. The strands still bearing a trace of dampness from the snow outside. Earlier, when he told her that she should’ve worn a beanie, she let out a laugh of pure disbelief. As if he was ridiculous for suggesting wearing a hat in twenty-degree weather, even if she “didn’t have one that matched her outfit.” He’s tempted him to bring this up again, simply to annoy her, but ultimately gets distracted by the vanilla scent of her shampoo and her warm breath below his ear.

Jon has never been one for sweet things but he'll make an exception for her.

"I looked it up," he finally confesses in a whisper, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.

[patritxi]

Edit inspired by @cellsshapedlikestars (ganymede_elegy)'s fiction The Night Shift

“Uh, Jon,” Pyp eventually calls, poking his head into the back. “I need you out here. Customer’s asking for management.” Oh boy, Jon thinks. He wonders what sort he’ll get tonight - drunk and funny, or drunk and belligerent? He hopes it’s not someone here to rob them. Out in the front, two girls stand at the counter. Drunk - check. Funny or belligerent - too soon to tell. But at least he’s pretty sure they aren’t here to rob the place. “Hello Mister Manager,” the one girl, a redhead, says with a serene smile. If it weren’t for the flush to her cheeks and the way she’s choosing her words a little too carefully, he might almost think she weren’t drunk.

[lavaazul]

Are there any Jonsa au fanfics where all the Starks are alive or some of them?...

[jon-quil]

here’s link <3

[fistfuloflightning]

Before the heart tree, she reached out and took his hands. “Sansa of the house Stark comes before the old gods,” she said. “She is a woman grown, and she comes to be wedded.” “Jon of the house Targaryen comes before the old gods,” Jon echoed, eyes warm enough to make Sansa’s cheeks flare with heat. “He is a man grown, and he comes to be wedded.” His voice softened, lowered, became more private. “Will you take me, Queen Sansa?”

From the fic if you try to break me, you will bleed by @dialux which I devoured in two days

[esther-dot]

Downton Abbey AUs

Look for the Silver Lining 7k, WIP by @ohhaveyouseenme

“He’s coming to stay…” Lord Eddard Stark’s announcement was met with silence before it was broken by the incredulous scoff of one Sansa Stark. “Here?” she bit out, turning fully away from her father. “With all of us?” Sansa looked around imploringly at the rest of her family.

And Then There Was You 49k, WIP by @periwinkle39

Lord Ned Stark and his family live in a beautiful stately home called Winterfell in the northern English county over which he presides as earl. His wife, Lady Catelyn Stark, is an American heiress whose fortune helped secure the Stark estate and keeps it running. They have three children: Robb, Sansa and Arya. Robb, who was set to inherit everything, has died tragically. By law, Ned’s heir is the next oldest male Stark and that turns out to be a distant cousin named Jon.

Of Love and Land 2k (incomplete but works as a one shot)

A Downton Abbey inspired AU - When Eddard Stark, the owner of one of the largest estates in England, Winterfell, dies on the sunken Titanic along with his wife and sole son, Robb, only his daughters Sansa and Arya are left. Given the absence of a male heir, the estate is inherited by their estranged cousin Jon Snow, who lived the entirely of his life on his own mysterious father’s modest lands in Scotland. While Arya adores cousin Jon, Sansa is as disconcerted by him as he seems to be by her…

The Chauffeur and the Lady 1k (incomplete but works as a one shot)

AU set in 1921 Jon Snow is hired by the Stark family to be the Chauffeur and Jon and Sansa find themselves drawn to each other. Loosely inspired by Downton Abbey

Gifsets: Downton Abbey AU by @winterrobb and Downton Abbey Jonsa and Gendrya AU by @divinespairings

Edit: Downton Abbey AU manip by @sardoniyx, "Marry a man who can barely hold his fork like a gentlemen?" by @azulaahai, “Don’t do this Jon! You can’t just kiss me!" by @jonsa-creatives, “I’m not going to give you an answer until you say it properly.” by @kitten1618x

General Edwardian AUs

Even a Small Love 54k

After the war that sundered her family and tore her homeland apart, Sansa had thought a loveless marriage to a near-stranger a small price to pay for her honor, her safety, and, above all, Winterfell. Over a year later, she begins to wonder if that's really all she wants out of life. Then her husband falls ill.

A Just Woman and an Honorable Man 12k, WIP by @sibyldisobedience

A story of politics, corruption, blackmail, marriage, and love. (an Ideal Husband AU)

The Sweet Intoxication of the Fall 30k by @vivilove-jonsa

When Jon is hired on as the new undergardener at Winterfell, Old Willem’s rules are simple:   “The godswood takes care of itself. The rest of the estate does not. If a task can be done by sundown, I expect it to be done by sundown. If not, go eat your supper and finish it the next day. Don’t neglect the lemon trees in the Glass Garden. They need constant care to thrive up here. Leave Lady Catelyn’s roses that grow there be. She prefers to tend them herself. Leave Lady Catelyn’s daughters be as well.”   Keeping to four out of five isn’t so bad, he reckons.

Cousin Jon ficlet by @amymel86

“Cousin Jon?” Lady Catelyn rolled her eyes in exasperation and set the letter gently down on her writing desk. “Yes, cousin Jon. Who else were you expecting to swoop in and save us from this scandal?” Corresponding gifset

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

[cellsshapedlikestars]

It hits Jon, then - the sharp smell of ozone. A scent that years ago, he’d become all too familiar with. The aftermath of a lightning strike, the burning of wires. Electricity heavy in the air. The hair on his arms still stands on end. The scar on his hand feels tight. His heart is still pounding. It’s just a storm coming, he tells himself. He’s in White Harbor, not Eastwatch. It’s just a storm.

or, the Exclusion Zone spreads for the first time in almost fifty years, with Sansa trapped inside. Jon will do whatever it takes to get her out.

read it here on ao3

(below the cut for a map of the Exclusion Zone)