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"The netherworld is not a safe place for the living. If you are to succeed in bringing Jon Snow back, you must keep your head down and speak to no one." the Red Woman whispered, her eyes boring deep into Sansa's own as her knife cut into her palm. "I must warn you, he will not be the same when he returns."

Sansa Stark reaches Castle Black only to discover that her distant half-brother has been murdered. When Lady Melisandre suggests that their shared blood may be the key to saving the Lord Commander, she journeys into the land of the dead to find him. But death has not been so kind to Jon, unveiling all the secrets and sins of the past that resounds through the present. When hope comes in the form of a girl he has only dared to think of with his last breath, the moment their bloodied hands intertwine seals his fate as a traitor in all the ways that count.

for the @jonsa-halloween event  🎃

thy love is winged and nameless

chapters: 3/3

word count: 30k +

tags: jon the huntsman, sansa the faerie, celtic folklore inspired, slow burn, fairytale au, explicit sexual content

summary

He recalled Bolton’s words just as he recalled what his mother taught him long ago: the day you tell your name to fair folk is the day you lose your freedom, perhaps forever.

Jon Snow saves a fae girl from certain death and discovers on their journey to return her home that perhaps the price of his name is worth more than just a life that is safe from the whims of fair folk.

a lady of winterfell update, chapter fifteen: the masqueraders

title: a lady of winterfell

She bit her lip and exhaled shakily, “If you are so sickened by the prospect of marrying me, we should be able to obtain an annulment easily enough with your father’s connections.”

“I will do no such thing.” he snapped, refusing to look at her.

Sansa had never felt more rejected than she did at that moment. Her past experiences of being humiliated at the hand of Joffrey did not feel as painful as this. Even so, she could not allow him to see the weakness in her, not now.

“I refuse to be left out, Jon.” she said, tilting her chin up to look down at him.

He grimaced. They were silent for longer than she cared to count, but each second that he did not speak chipped away at her resolve and her ability to withhold her tears. Jon did not want her, and she could not blame him. It should not have distressed her as much as it did. She was never his favourite sister, she who treated him as a stranger since she was old enough to understand what a bastard was. A tear slipped down to her face until she tasted the salt of it on her lips.

title: halcyon 

word count: 16k+

chapters: 1/1

tags: Alternate Universe - Modern, Oneshot, Explicit Sexual Content, University, Halloween, Costume Party, Exes to Lovers, They Are Not Related, Bickering Stark Siblings, Star Wars Cosplay, Mean Girls Cosplay, Cafe AU, Jon Wears Space Buns, Shorty Robe Wearing Robb, Horror Booth Shenanigans, Breaking Up & Making Up, Chaotic Humor

“Is that a lightsaber?” Margaery asked Robb, attention fully on him as she reached out to touch the hilt strapped to his waist. If Theon’s hopes of hooking up with her hadn’t already flown out the window, it certainly did now.

Robb cleared his throat, careful to maintain eye contact instead of staring at her breasts like the rest of the guys that walked past them to stop and stare. “Erm. Yeah. I borrowed it from my brother, Bran.” he managed to say, removing it from his belt to let Sansa’s friend hold it herself.

The heiress weighed it in her hand and twisted it around like a baton before finally switching it on; the saber made its distinctive hum as it extended, glowing bright blue under the club’s red lights, “It’s bigger than I expected.” she remarked, tilting her head innocently.

Jon choked on his drink then, his laughing eyes meeting Sansa’s own in a moment of shared understanding. She couldn’t count how many times they had shared that look with one another before she ruined things.

Before he stopped being hers.

for the @jonsa-halloween event 🎃 

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rating: M

tags: Regency AU, Marriage of Convenience, Scandal, Slow Burn, In Denial

sneak peak

Gingerly, he released her hand and sat up from his place on the bed to look down at her, “I’m sorry…for being a burden that you’ve been forced to bear.” 

Sansa pulled the blankets with her as she rose to rest her back against the headboard, the inner corners of her brows drawn up when she looked at him. "You are not a burden, you never have been…You have been nothing but patient and kind and—” she paused, suddenly unable to meet his gaze when she finished saying what she meant to say, “I am the burden in this marriage.”

He stared at her dumbly, stunned by her words. His lips pressed together into a tight line, stifling the anger that twitched inside him. Jon hated it when she spoke so lowly of herself. He shook his head, thinking of the words to string together in a proper retort, “Sansa, you—”

‘You are the only person who silences the chaos in my mind. You are the light in my darkest moments and my strength as you are equally my weakness. You are far braver than you give yourself credit for, and I dream of making you as happy as you will allow me to.’