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Fic prompt: Jon teaches Sansa archery after feeling jealous when he saw Theon and Sansa practicing together

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On the battlements he stands, watching over the courtyard that is a flurry of activity, as it always seems to be these days.  There is never a dull moment there in Winterfell as they make what surely will be their final preparations for the battle that was to come. The threat of death looms overhead and there isn’t a single person among them that does not fear what could be in the coming days.

His attention, however, does not last long on the dutiful men as they work to ensure preparations are complete. Instead, his gaze sweeps across the way, to the most northern corner of the courtyard, to where he catches sight of the red hair he would know anywhere. He is surprised to see her there, a bow in hand, her ivory features pinched with a frown. Before he can blink, there appears another and at once there is a beast called jealousy roaring in his chest. 

He watches as Theon steps around her, carefully positioning her hands as they should be, helping her to draw back the bow string and holding the arrow straight. He watches as she bites her lip in concentration, as she furrows her brow, as Theon must say something encouraging for she’s smiling ever so slightly- then she’s releasing the arrow and it misses the mark by a mile. She looks discouraged but Theon is touching her shoulder and she’s smiling once more, turning to watch him go to retrieve another. They’re back at it then, his hands over hers, so close he surely must feel the warmth of her skin between the layers of the wool they both wear- again, the beast in his chest roars. 

“My lord?”

He turns at the sound of the voice, drawing him out of his head and back into reality- if just for now. 

[ x x x ]

He catches her as she’s descending the stairs and her smile is dazzling, even so early in the morning. “Off to practice archery, are you?” He questions and her cheeks stain crimson, her footsteps slowing to a stop. 

“You saw?” She asks softly, staring at the floor like a child caught misbehaving. 

Jon cannot help but to laugh at her expense, which draws her eyes back up to his face. “Aye, I saw,” he says, reaching out to gently tug on a lock of her red hair. “I thought I might help you today,” he continues, his hand falling away from her, but his fingers long to feel her hair, her skin, her, once more. Her blue eyes widen with surprise but she’s grinning, nodding, a new pep to her demeanor that wasn’t there even just a moment ago. “You needn’t learn this you know,” he says as they walk out the double doors and into the crisp, morning air. 

“I know,” she says softly, the look on her face telling him everything he needed to know. She wasn’t doing this for herself, she was doing it for her people, for her home. Just in case… Just in case she needed to protect someone, she might just be able to do so. Jon wonders if there’s any other lady or lord in the world that would do such a thing. 

“Like this,” he’s saying now, helping her to hold the bow as she needs to, carefully placing the arrow to the string. “Square your feet now.” She adjusts her pose and suddenly, it feels far more natural than it had the day before. Jon’s hands are warm over her own as he adjusts her ever so slightly, pulling back the string just an inch more. “Perfect,” his breath is warm against the back of her neck, so close they are now. “Let go…!” She does and the arrow flies, not striking the center, but striking the board all the same. “There you go!” He shouts happily and she’s laughing, dancing around him as he reaches for another arrow. “Again,” he says and she falls back into position, smiling to herself when he presses himself against her once more. 

The next arrow strikes even closer and she’s the one to let out a cheer, red hair swinging as she turns to face him. “You are quite the teacher,” she compliments as they take up their pose yet again. 

Jon laughs, soft and slow against the shell of her ear. “You are a natural,” he insists as she narrows her eyes, focusing on her target. She’s caught up in her own mind now, not listening to him at all, so he steps away, watching as she is the one who holds the bow, holds the arrow. And then she is the one to let it fly, shooting across the way to strike the dead center of the target. 

She lets out a cheer and turns back to him, throwing her arms around him, laughing, sinking into the warmth of his arms. “You are a good teacher,” she reminds when he holds her at arm's length, gray eyes meeting blue. He opens his mouth, thinking he might argue, but the beast in his chest is purring and he knows it isn’t worth it. Seeing her smile was more than enough, in truth. 

These moments were enough.

"Exhausting, wasn’t it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness. But now they see you as you are."

Girl tf you were talking about 😭😭😭 her son got ganged up and had his eye destroyed and no one gave af about him of course Alicent was mad

🚨 THE DREADFUL 👹 UPDATE 🚨

God Bless Kit Harington for giving us new details about the Jonsa Movie The Dreadful 👹

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if i was her i would’ve killed everyone

me when I see sansa

the tiny pretty smile, the dilated pupils, the hand with the cup on her chest, she’s madly in love, after that look i too would kill whoever it took to keep her safe, clean and good once again.

7.02 | 7.04

# (ง •̀_•́)ง

crazy how i never learn

If Alicent had been a bit meaner:

I support everyone’s opinion on characters in HOTD but it’s a known fact that your always wrong if you hate Alicent.

Yeah I never stopped shipping it

This came to me in a vision

Hello, Jonsas 👀

Sophie Turner i will defend you with my life

I just really love Sansa Stark.

Jonsa kissing cousins ❤️ part 2

part [1]

“I remember the Sansa reunion especially. It’s actually one of my favorite moments. I think that for me it was the fact that I haven’t seen Sophie, on camera being Sansa in the flesh, since she was well, she’s about the same height as me then…since she was my height. I remember that hug that we had and it was really genuinely emotional for both of us I think, because we have genuinely like, our characters have been through horrific things and we have been through this journey of the show getting bigger and bigger and bigger and then we met at the courtyard of Castle Black and it wasn’t hard to act, it was like, it was a beautiful kind of moment. I remember that especially.” ~ Kit Harington (Source - from 24:15)

Jon Snow and Sansa Stark

just meaningless character mirroring in ASOS i’m sure:

Surprisingly, Stannis smiled at that. “You’re bold enough to be a Stark.” (Jon XI)

“You squeak like a mouse now, but you were bold enough in the garden, weren’t you? You were bold enough in the snow.” (Sansa VII)

You can’t be Lord of Winterfell, you’re bastard born, he heard Robb say again. And the stone kings were growling at him with granite tongues. You do not belong here. This is not your place. (Jon XII)

“I don’t want her here.” Her aunt’s eyes were shiny with tears. “Why did you bring her to the Vale, Petyr? This isn’t her place. She doesn’t belong here.” (Sansa VII)

Period.

“l’ll protect you l promise”