it would be so sweet

A Fine Line ficlet

"I want you and I know you want me too..." or the one where Jon is the captain of the hockey team and Sansa is captain of the figure skating team.

all we know is don't let go (13k, incomplete) by @thkingslayer

Sansa and Jon are yoked together. They are linked by friendship and trust and attraction. And obligation and history and guilt. They're also connected by love in all its forms as they pursue one, shared dream. They're so many things at once to each other and that is both their undoing and their triumph (eventually). Or, Sansa and Jon become ice dance partners at ages seven and nine. From then on their lives are intertwined. tumblr post

Ice Cold Passion ficlet by @rumaan

Sansa doesn't mean to kiss Jon at the end of their freestyle dance but she also can't help herself.

A Face Full of Water Ficlet by @rumaan

Jon didn't meant to hit Sansa with the water filled condom…

once upon a time (we learned how to fly) (2k) by @sleep-is-good-books-are-better

Because the first step is always the hardest. tumblr post

the ice dance ficlet by @zip001

Even on the day they technically had off, she is on the ice rink. Sansa would be there in the wee hours when the rink was technically closed. And he watch her christen the ice (as Tormund, the rink owner, would say) along with her young fans, young starry-eyed girls who would ohh and ahh as she danced to the music. The rink would always play her favorite song, “The Ice Dance”, and each time the dance would be different, at least to him. corresponding moodboard

Explorations 2016 (6k)

Could you do a modern AU prompt where Jon and Sansa meet and support each other during the Winter Olympics with Sansa being and ice skater and Jon being a snowboarder?

Lines in the Ice (3k, abandoned)

“At least I’ll be able to work on my basics with Jon until we find someone better,” Sansa says airily, just as Jon emerges from the locker room and walks up beside Robb and Luwin at the boards. “Trying to replace me already?” he jokes, but the uncomfortable twist of his lips belies his weak attempt at humor. Sansa does a quick assessment of her temporary partner. His curly hair is a mussed-up mess—he needs a haircut desperately, Sansa thinks—and he wears a faded t-shirt that looks like it’s been slept in. She doubts he’ll last long—they might as well put the word out that she’s looking for a new partner now. Or, Sansa needs a new ice dance partner and Jon steps in.

g.u.y. (12k) by @kingsansa (thank you for the rec @sansaqueenofloveandbeauty !)

Sansa is 15 years old, watching the Oilers game in the living room with the rest of her family, when her brother punches Jon Targaryen in the face.

pinky promise (98k, WIP) by @kingsansa (thank you for the rec @sansaqueenofloveandbeauty!)

If things felt fragile with him before, things are shattered beyond repair now. The glass is in her throat, threatening to suffocate her and shred it to ribbons. Her voice quavers when she speaks. “We need to talk.” His jaw clenches right before he looks at her, as if he’s steeling himself for it. “What am I even supposed to say to you?” And on the inside, she is collapsing, caving in. Sansa feels like she can’t breathe. She knows she deserves it, and more. “You don’t have to say anything.” Her eyes are blurry, and she does her best to blink it away. “Just listen.” corresponding edit by @sweetaprilbutterfly corresponding art