Sansa leaned back against the wall of the sorority house living room sipping on a red solo cup of cranberry Sprite and vodka. It’d been 8-months since graduation from high school and she was enjoying the atmosphere at Stanford so far. She missed her brother and Arianne and the rest of the pack, but she was missing Jon the most. Somehow between everything with the Beast and finishing up college applications, they’d figured out that they both wanted the same thing; each other. It took awhile for Robb to get over his sister and his best friends dating, but he did and she was happier than she could remember being in a long time.

 Watching Jon walk away from her dorm and to his Jeep in the parking lot was hard and the months away have only made her miss him more. They Skype when they can, but Jon is busy at work and her coursework, while nothing she can’t handle perfectly fine so far, takes up more time than she thought it would. Phone calls are made on walks from one lecture half to the next and walks to the dining hall.

 Then there was rush and sorority commitments. She’d rushed Sigma Delta Rho in the beginning of the semester due to their reputation as an academically focused sorority with a history of highly successful alumni. She’d seen him briefly the weekend she moved into the house with a couple of the other pledges. He helped her move her things into her new room and then helped her break in the fancy bed with the fabric headboard.

 They weren’t going to get to see each other for Christmas or New Year’s. She took on some research work for one of her professors and had to stay at the school for the holiday to collect data. She spent most of the first part of break compiling the data into her Excel spreadsheet and drinking wine in her bedroom when she wasn’t Skyping with her family or Jon.

 However, Margaery and some of the other girls refused to let her just be a recluse for New Year’s Eve, so here she was, alone, all dressed up, and chatting with her friends, while more of her friends danced with their boyfriends or cute guys or girls from the other houses on Greek Row. She sighed and finished off her drink before heading to the kitchen to make another.

 “Sansa! Come on! Fireworks are soon!” Margaery exclaimed, taking her hand and dragging her towards the backyard. “Come on!!”

 She sighed and stumbled after her in her wedges, “Marg, I really am not in the mood to stand in the cold and watch couples kiss at midnight.”

 “Trust me, you’ll want to see this!”

 The two girls stepped onto the back porch and Sansa buttoned her coat against the cold. She looked around and found the gazebo done up in twinkly lights and winter flowers with Jon standing in the middle of it.

 She smiled brightly and felt her eyes grow wet with tears as she walked slowly out to the gazebo towards her boyfriend.

 She stepped into the center and he tugged her into a kiss. They parted and she stepped back slightly, her hands gripping his tightly.

 “What are you doing here?” she asked. “I thought you were working through the holiday.”

 “I convinced the Sherriff to give me the day off. I had something important to do,” Jon told her.

 “Yeah? What would that be?” she asked, squeezing his hands lightly.

 “Sansa,” he started, going down to kneel on one knee. “I have been in love with you since you were a junior in high school. I watched you date all the wrong guys and you watched me date the completely wrong girl, but we figured it out. We finally found each other and I don’t ever want to let you go. I know you had your doubts about why we were drawn to each other, but we were meant to be. You balance out my seriousness and you make happier than I could have ever imagined. I love you Sansa Minisa Stark and I would be so incredibly honored if you would become my wife.”

 He produced a small blue velvet box from the pocket of his coat, opening it to reveal a rose gold ring with a cushion cut diamond with a diamond halo. Tears were streaking her foundation now as she nodded yes. He slid the ring onto her finger and stood up as she pulled him in for a kiss.

 “That a yes?” he asked, smiling.

 “Of course it’s a yes, you idiot.”

 He pulled her back in for another kiss, lifting and spinning her around as the fireworks began to fire off in the background.

 He set her down gently, “Happy New Year, Sansa.”

@sansapotter’s contribution to the @gameofshipschallenges Winter Challenge Ship(s): Jon x Sansa Trigger Warning(s) if applicable: n/a Brief Summary: Jon and Sansa have always spent the holidays at Winterfell, but when Jon gets scheduled to work Christmas Day they have to make due with what they have. Implied adult content, rated T.

Jon’s idea of Christmas contrasted with Sansa’s of that she was always sure. Her family hosted parties for their extended family, and friends from all around. People dressed up, the house, inside and out glimmered with lights and christmas bulbs. Gifts upon gifts were exchanged, nobody was left wanting for anything on Christmas Eve. Christmas day brought food, and more gifts; on Christmas Day the Starks spent the day as a family, when Sansa was younger they would spend time playing with their new toys. Into adulthood they cuddled into the plush cushions of the couch nursing their hangovers.

Written for @gameofshipschallenges Until Hell Freezes Over challenge.

Author: jeeno2 Ship: Jon x Sansa Brief Summary: Jon’s plan to ask Sansa out on New Year’s Eve goes awry.  Fortunately, Sansa’s there to save the day.  

Written for the @gameofshipschallenges’ Until Hell Freezes Over event

Author/Artist: @dragonchristianlady97

Pair: Jon/Sansa

Summary: There are no laws beyond the Wall. He is proof of that but that does not stop the guilt.

Author’s Note: This may be an M and contains brief mentions of sexual acts right at the end.

“Do the laws still stand here behind the Wall?” Sansa asks one night, near whispers as she curls closer to him. He wants to tell her yes they do. Even though he is only her bastard half-brother, the rules still stand. Blood is blood and that does not change beyond the Wall. He wants to say that and roll away from her warmth and her hair like fire.

I dreamed of a maiden with the sunset in her hair. I dreamed of a maiden kissed by fire.

It is lethargy that silences his tongue. Lethargy and the knowledge of more. He is a dead man walking and he has seen giants. There is magic beyond the Wall they say. What is to say that his sweet sister is not also some kind of spell? They say she is a witch. They sing songs about how she turned into a Wolf and ripped the boy king’s throat and flew away on bat wings. They say her beauty is simply a glamour and he thinks to himself that it all must be true. There can be no other explanation. What type of man would lust for his sister if not for some kind of bewitchment?

“Jon?” He wants to tell her no. He wants to push her away or ignore her. He rolls closer to her and pulls her in for a kiss. Sansa answers him immediately and eagerly. There are no laws beyond the Wall. He knows this at least. After all, he is a dead man walking.  

“What do you dream about?” She asks when they finally break away. He knows what she truly means to ask. Do dead men dream?

“Nothing,” he says simply. Sansa frowns up at him.

“You’re lying,” she says accusatorily.

“What do you think I dream of then?” Sansa goes quiet for a moment and he can tell she’s thinking hard. He plays with her hair and allows a finger to brush against her cheek and then lower and lower and lower. Sansa lets out a small gasp but she doesn’t stop him. “What do I dream of?” He asks again.

“Magic.” He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t understand what he dreams of. He dreams of blood in his mouth and caves and girls kissed by fire with flowers in their hair and her, always her. Whatever all of it is, it is not the magic that Sansa dreamt of. 

This, though, right now, he wants this to be magic. There is no other explanation for why he slips one finger and then two into Sansa’s smallclothes. There is no other explanation for why the sounds of her moans make him feel nearly whole. This must be magic. It has to be.

Traded a Jon x Sansa NHL AU fic for @gameofshipschallenges Until Hell Freezes Over event! 

The Knight of the Laughing Tree wasn’t a knight at all, but a girl who cared about honor, about what was right.  Whatever it was that went on north of the Neck that got dreams of battles and tourneys into the minds of young ladies was hardly to be accepted, and so Lyanna Stark, against the will of her family, was ordered to court to become one of Princess Elia’s ladies that she might learn how to be what she was supposed to be.

But it was a year of false spring, and winter came again, sending cold throughout the Red Keep, and where earlier in the winter, Elia had found herself longing for home and the Dornish sunshine, she found that Lady Lyanna’s quick wit and earnest heart was quite enough to keep her warm.

Created for @gameofshipschallenges‘ Until Hell Freezes Over

Author/Artist: @thatgirlnevershutsup/snacky Ship: Robb/Myrcella Brief Summary: ASOIAF modern AU

Robb Stark had been the star of every single one of Myrcella Baratheon’s teenage dreams. She’d had a crush on him for as long as she could remember, and it had burned like a raging fire during her high school years. It didn’t matter that Robb was in college, and she only saw him during holidays and when their families would vacation together for a week down in Dorne every year — his handsome smile and his kindness to her ensured that the flame would always burn bright, no matter the years and the distance that separated them.

Even now that she’s an adult, doing the work of a proper princess, all public appearances and charitable foundations, the mention of Robb’s name can still give her a thrill. And with the announcement of the engagement of her brother Joffrey and his sister Sansa, there will definitely be cause to see him again.

But Myrcella’s world changes in a heartbeat when her father the King dies, and not long after, Robb’s father is killed. Westeros is thrown into turmoil, and the Seven Kingdoms are split apart, with secession of the North and Robb being crowned as king. Joffrey’s put Sansa aside for a new queen and is descending into madness, rumors swirl in court, and King’s Landing is troubled by terrorist attacks. The realm is torn by war, and there seems to be no end in sight, when Robb Stark sends a proposal to Myrcella.

Snow White and the Huntsman AU - Jaime x Sansa

What the hell’s going on? Who are you? Why does the Queen want you dead?

She wants everyone dead. All of us!

What makes you so damn valuable?

You should know. You’re the one hunting me.

Written for the @gameofshipschallenges‘ Until Hell Freezes Over

Author: Veridissima on AO3/FF (thestagthatlovedthewolf on tumblr)

Ship(s): Aegon x Myrcella; Margaery x Tommen; Arya x Gendry; Catelyn x Ned

NSFW? No, I don’t think so… (rated T)

Trigger Warning(s): None

Brief Summary: When you have plans to visit Santa at the mall, and he ends up being Robert Baratheon. Three little stories

AO3 | FFN (under the same name, can’t add the link using my tablet)

It would be enough

written for the @gameofshipschallenges​ “Until Hell Freezes Over” artist: ipaintmylipsred

ship: Jon Snow x Sansa Stark

He hadn’t seen her in nearly seven years but Jon could always recognize those long auburn locks, even pulled up in a messy ponytail. The sound of Christmas music blaring through the speakers of the store was muted by the vision of Sansa’s slender form. She had her hands draped over the shopping cart and Jon gently touched her shoulder to grab her attention. It took her a minute to recognize him, his boyish curls of youth were cut shorter and black-framed glasses now rested upon his nose. Soon enough she did recognize him and a smile greeted her red lips.

A Christmas-themed prequel type thing to my Shameless AU, Survival of the Fittest. 

Sansa leaned back on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand watching her siblings open Christmas presents. Their parents always made sure that all of them got one or two special gifts for Christmas along with something they needed when they were growing up and she’d been worried that she wouldn’t even be able to get them one thing. She had been convinced of it at the end of November. She’d been struggling all year to pay bills, keep the younger kids clothed, and in well fitting boots, but somehow between her full-time job, Robb’s part-time gig at the library, and a generous donation from some of the other families in the neighborhood, she’d managed to pay bills and buy presents for the younger kids.

She put her glass down and pulled her legs underneath her as Rickon tore open a package wrapped in shiny green paper that she’d wrapped yesterday after her shift at the hotel. She felt the couch dip down beside her and the familiar earthy, leather scent of Jon Snow washed over her.

“Have I thanked you yet for helping me pull this off?” she asked.

He took a swig of his beer and nodded, “You have. Multiple times.”

“Well, thank you again. I really couldn’t have gotten the kids near this amount of presents if you hadn’t helped and convinced others to chip in, too.”

“It really wasn’t a big deal, San. You helped me a lot right after my mom died, so I figure it’s really just fair trade. Plus, Robb is my best friend, which means I care a lot about all of you.”

Sansa smiled and playfully shoved his shoulder with hers, “We care about you, too. You’re practically family.”

He shoved back and took another sip of his beer before turning his attention to the kids opening presents. She left the couch and went to the kitchen to check on dinner.  

Dinner wasn’t much different from any other dinner at the Stark house. It was loud, messy, and fun. Afterwards, Robb left to meet up with his newest girlfriend, Arya along with the boys and Jon rushed outside to have a snowball fight, and Margaery and her brothers left for home; leaving Sansa with the dishes.

If she had to call this Christmas a success or a failure, she’d definitely call it a raging success. All the kids were pleased with their presents and dinner went off without any major drama. She was wholly pleased by the way it turned out.  She washed a plate and put it on the drying rack before picking up a glass and beginning to scrub Margaery’s bright red lipstick from the rim.

“You have a minute to spare me away from the dishes?”

Sansa laughed softly and put the glass back into the sink before drying her hands on the towel over her shoulder, “I might be able to spare a few just for you Jon.”

She turned to lean against the counter, arms crossed over her chest, “What can I do for you Jon?”

Jon produced a small square box wrapped in shiny gold paper and a red bow from behind his back, “This is for you.”

“You shouldn’t have. I didn’t need anything,” Sansa told him.

“You deserved something, though. You work hard to keep lights on and your siblings clothed. You deserve to have something nice given to you for once.”

She smiled softly and took the box from him, “I can’t even tell you how thankful I am. This is so sweet of you.”

She carefully unwrapped the gift to reveal a small box from one of the local jewelry stores. She opened the lid of the box and gasped softly. Sitting on a cushion inside the box was a delicate sterling silver dragonfly pendant on an equally delicate chain. She took it out of the box, setting the jewelry box down on the counter, and looking up to Jon.

“It’s beautiful Jon. You really shouldn’t have…” she murmured.

“I saw it and thought you might like it. I remember when you guys first moved here and you had those dragonfly earrings that you had to sell to keep the gas turned on, so….yeah. It really wasn’t any trouble…” he explained, cheeks slightly flushed.

She held the necklace out to him and moved her hair out of the way, “Put it on for me?”

Jon stepped a little closer and took the necklace from her. He unclasped it and carefully brought it around her to clasp it behind her neck. She left her hair down and he took an ever so small step backwards.

She turned, smoothed her hand over the metal of the charm, centered it, and looked up at him, another smile on her face.

“I love it…thank you…” she whispered, leaning in and reaching up to place a gentle kiss on his stubbly cheek.

They stood there for several moments just looking at each other, neither of them sure what to do next.

Sansa bit the inside of her cheek and gestured toward the dishes, “Dry while I wash?”

“I’d be happy to,” Jon said, taking the towel from her shoulder.

They washed and dried dishes in companionable silence until the kids came rushing back in and Sansa was urging them from her place at the sink to head upstairs for bedtime and Robb returned from his sexual escapade, stealing Jon away from the cleanup.

Last Christmas 

written for the @gameofshipschallenges “Until Hell Freezes Over”

artist: youcancalllmequeenjane ship: Jon Snow x Arya Stark

          Jon should have known she was going to be there, but it didn’t stop the bundle of nerves he had became at the fleeting sight of her walking across the room. She was always enigmatic, precocious, but suddenly she seemed to control the room without even trying. She wasn’t like Sansa, never charming right away, but Arya demanded attention from people in a way that always intrigued him.

        “Avoiding me?” Arya asked tapping him on the shoulder, and he can hear the hint of hurt in her voice that she has tried to mask with her sardonic wit, but he knows her better than that.

       “Yes,” Jon joked with a wide smile. “I see you caught on to me then?”

for @darling-raws, for being the most supportive friend a fic writer could ask for, and the @gameofshipschallenges Until Hell Freezes Over event!

Sorry for the low-ish quality. I’ve got laryngitis and bronchitis and can’t be bothered to edit too much if it means sacrificing precious sleep. Happy holidays everyone!

ship: petyr/sansa content: holiday fluff tags: loss of virginity, very brief smut prompt: petyr is sansa’s new neighbor. she brings him lemon cakes to break the ice. (i added the holiday stuff because it’s christmas/hanukkah and i’m a sap. enjoy!)

A Misconception by @justadram

I am aware that I’m surrounded by people who feel that they could do the job better. Strong people with powerful characters. But for better or worse, the crown has landed on my head.

Ship: Jon x Sansa, mention of Arya x Gendry

Summary: Sansashould have known. Deceived again in the character of a man. This time it is her husband, Prince Jon.

Author’s Note: Inspired by The Crown. Written for @gameofshipschallenges.

The door to her suite opens, as Sansa sits before her dressing table with her fingers poised at her right ear, unscrewing the back of her button pearl and diamond earring, having dismissed her dresser before Nan could strip her of her jewels. She watches her husband step through the door, still dressed for the evening in his tuxedo, in striking contrast to her ivory silk nightgown and brushed out bobbed hair. It was a relief to divest herself of her heavy formal gown, Stark tartan sash, and the Lynara Tiara, but even more of a relief to put away her false smile.

Tonight has not been a Christmas dinner to remember. Indeed, she would prefer to forget it altogether. She will forever think of her marriage in terms of before this evening’s revelations and after. It has been that appallingly life altering, and yet, Jon doesn’t look as if his world has been shaken in the least. The only mark tonight’s revelry has left upon him is the white bowtie slightly eschew at his throat.

Arya didn’t want to kiss Elmar Frey. In fact, she hoped she never saw him again after this “date” – if sitting next to someone at a baseball game and barely talking to them could even be called a date – was finally over. But that fucking kiss cam wouldn’t leave them alone.

In between showing actual couples who played along and kissed for the camera, the kiss cam kept zeroing in on Arya and Elmar, plastering the image of them sitting awkwardly next to each other framed by a pink heart on the massive jumbotron.