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Maybe it's just me becoming sentient again after the awful year I had in 2025, but it seems that within the past 6 months to a year, there's been an influx of new authors in the fandom. I don't know, don't quote me on this, it just feels like every time I check the jonsa ao3 tag, there's new stuff and it makes me really happy. Again, I could be totally wrong here and I was just very out of it for the last year and a half, but I guess this post is just like- I'm glad there are so many people still writing for this pairing. I'm glad there are so many people who still love them and the world and want to share their creativity about it

It felt like the Rookie and the Duchess were using the oldest, most outdated methods to dig into each other's hearts—stuck in the mud, hiding any proof they actually liked each other so the other wouldn't catch on...

Love ain't a science CHAPTER 7 is availabe!!

Neither Friday nor Saturday, the chapter ended up being posted today, Sunday 😅

“How many are speaking of the succession?” she asked. “Few. For now.” Jon frowned. “No one has cause.” “Causes can be invented,” Robb said. “You presented as an alpha, you have the Stark look, you are a few months older than I am, and you are bonded to Sansa. For certain men, that is enough to begin a story. It is not an organized cause yet. That is precisely the danger. No one knows what shape the division will take.” He knew some of those men. They had taught them both to stand watch, pitch a tent, and hold a shield beneath the rain. When Robb passed, they straightened and called him “my lord.” When Jon passed, the respect came before the title he did not possess. Envy came unbidden. Robb had been prepared for Winterfell since childhood. He had sat beside Ned while stewards recited the costs of grain and horseshoes. He had learned which houses owed men for the patrols, which bridges needed repairs before the thaw, and how long a wall could wait for new stone. He knew levies, harvests, marriages, debts, and the small disputes that could grow until they demanded blood. Jon had trained with the same men and walked the same yards, but had never been summoned to audiences as the heir. Even so, certain soldiers looked at him with a certainty Robb never received without the weight of name and rank. Jon needed no record to look like a Stark. He did not need to sit at Ned's right hand for men to follow him across the yard and listen when he corrected a stance. Robb did not envy his chains, his bastardy, or the wounds still bleeding beneath Luwin's cloths. He envied only that, and felt shame enough to know it was true.

Winter

Rating: G

Summary:

He has lived far too long as only Ghost.

Willowy Creature

Rating: G

Summary:

When he comes home to her, she’s unaware of his arrival. She is sitting in her window, and he can almost hear the laughter of the gods as his eyes trace the long auburn curls falling over her shoulders, rippling down her back. He knows they have a sense of humor when he realizes Sansa is brushing her hair.

“Oh,” Sansa whispered in perplexity. “I made a terrible mistake. Oh gods, I've been such a fucking idiot–”

“–when you put it that way–”

“–how could I have been so shortsighted–”

“–I would say desperate–”

“–just a stupid girl who never learns–”

“–now I think you are being too harsh–”

“–we need to go back.”

“What? No!” Arya exclaimed, looking alarmed. “We can’t!”

House Rules

Jon/Sansa, Mature

Modern AU, Hockey AU, forced to be housemates, family dynamics, slow burn, mutual pining

Chapter Twelve

When the Starks get word that Grandma Minisa is being haunted, the kids gear up for an investigation. Dad’s too busy with work and Mom chalks it up to Grandma’s imagination, so it’s up to college students Robb, Sansa, and Arya to check it out. The problem? None of them have a car to make the trek down to Riverrun, so Robb hits up the only person he knows with a set of wheels and a lot of free time - his old high school buddy Jon Snow. Jon’s got a van, a dog, and now a trio of pesky siblings asking to borrow his most prized possession and drive it halfway across the country. He has no choice but to join them on their adventure to their Grandma’s ancient mansion along the banks of the Trident. Grandma Minisa is convinced it’s a ghost, but the Starks aren’t so sure - and they’re going to solve this mystery and unmask the villain behind it.

read it here on ao3

The pain came so suddenly that Jon looked at the manacle on his left wrist, certain the iron had caught flesh beneath its edge. There was no fresh blood. The pressure came from elsewhere, and yet his body recognized it: fingers closing around a forearm, balance giving way, the ground seeming to shift, too little air entering the lungs. Then came the fear. Jon rose as far as the chains allowed. The scent of pine, iron, and smoke filled the wagon before he realized he was releasing it. The horses whinnied. One of the animals drawing the wagon tried to leave the track, and a wheel struck a stone hard enough to throw him against the wall. There was another alpha. Jon did not know how he knew. Perhaps it was only Sansa’s reaction crossing the bond. Perhaps his own body recognized what his mind could not see. The presence seemed close to her, strong enough to provoke pressure, restraint, and a violent urgency to drive it away. Someone was holding Sansa. Or Jon believed someone was. Perhaps she was trying to pull away. The sensation around her arm tightened again, followed by a surge of panic that hollowed out his chest. Jon yanked the chain without thinking. The eyebolt groaned in the wood. “Stop!” Hallis shouted from outside. The horses slowed in disorder. Boots struck the ground, men spoke over one another, and someone ordered the reins held fast. When the canvas was raised, hard light poured in, making Jon narrow his eyes. Hallis stood before him with his sword still sheathed, while Desmond and Olyvar remained farther back, both armed. “Has any message come from Winterfell?” Jon asked. Hallis studied his face. “No.” “Something happened to Sansa.” None of the men laughed. “What did you feel?” Hallis asked. “Someone held her. She lost her balance. There is an alpha near her.” Jon heard the certainty in his own voice and hated it, because he could support it with nothing another man could see. “Or that is how it seems. I have no way of knowing while you carry me in the opposite direction.”

More Than Duty / E - 4k words

All Lady Sansa can think about is her husband taking her once more to give her a second child. Luckily for her, Jon Snow has found his own way to satisfy her desires during the feast held for the princes of the Seven Kingdoms.

Read it HERE (AO3).

jonsa tattoo shop au

@bookjonsadaily has one here

Header: @jonsafics Link pack HERE

Inspired by @jonsafics to share JonSa WIPs on Wednesdays ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝), so here’s a quick teaser for Love Ain't Science (The Love Hypothesis AU) + a horny married prompt !!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ