the wolf and the lion


Sansa Stark is my last chance for honor

Sansa Stark is my last chance for honor

posted 2 days ago via naadi · originally naadi
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If the gods are good, she’ll forget she was a Stark.

If the gods are good, she’ll forget she was a Stark.

posted 2 days ago via biliki · originally biliki
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Fic: Blood Will Have Blood

laineymont:

Title: Blood Will Have Blood
Rating:  M
Pairing:  Jaime Lannister/Sansa Stark
Status:  Complete
Word Count:  1143
Summary:  Lions like to play with their food- but so do wolves.

Author’s Note:  This was written for You Win Or You Die: A Game of Thrones Kink Meme.    The prompt was:  Jaime/Sansa; Cage sex.  Sansa makes her way back to Robb while Jaime is still in his custody.  She comes to Jaime at night in his cage.

Blood Will Have Blood

posted 1 week ago via laineymont · originally laineymont
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i never wanted it [asoiaf; sansa x jaime; ~1000 words]

thestarkinwinterfell:

The hem of her skirt is bathed in blood.

Jaime has the irrational urge to step up behind her and left it up, but the soft pink fabric is already turning a deep, dark red, and lifting it up will do nothing but accidentally wet her ankles. He shudders at the thought of red against that smooth, white flesh, and he doesn’t step toward her.

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shewolfs:

for jordan’s wisdom teeth ficathon: [Sansa Stark (/Jaime Lannister), she’s just like the weather/can’t hold her together]

Fire takes her, but does not burn her, for in her lies a winter so frozen not even dragons can make it melt, and so Queen Sansa Stark, First of Her Name and Warden of the North, rides from King’s Landing and never looks back.  He follows her, more out of obligation and a now-empty promise, follows her to the blackened ruins of what was once a home, and hears her scream for what was lost and what never was, for things lost to salty water and winter snows. There is nothing for him to do but reach out with a golden hand and lose it in the furs that cover her arms.  She is a good queen, but the sword she commissions from the scraps of metal in the crypts tastes blood and justice before the month is out. All those who betrayed the Starks are found out like rats and burnt beyond the castle walls, the flames reflecting in eyes that keep bitterness like rain in a storm cloud.  Months pass, and he feels the North growing inside him, making him of the same stone as the queen he bends knee to. She comes to him one night, and they find the chinks in their skins of stone and shatter together into the furs.

shewolfs:

for jordan’s wisdom teeth ficathon[Sansa Stark (/Jaime Lannister), she’s just like the weather/can’t hold her together]

Fire takes her, but does not burn her, for in her lies a winter so frozen not even dragons can make it melt, and so Queen Sansa Stark, First of Her Name and Warden of the North, rides from King’s Landing and never looks back.

He follows her, more out of obligation and a now-empty promise, follows her to the blackened ruins of what was once a home, and hears her scream for what was lost and what never was, for things lost to salty water and winter snows. There is nothing for him to do but reach out with a golden hand and lose it in the furs that cover her arms.

She is a good queen, but the sword she commissions from the scraps of metal in the crypts tastes blood and justice before the month is out. All those who betrayed the Starks are found out like rats and burnt beyond the castle walls, the flames reflecting in eyes that keep bitterness like rain in a storm cloud.

Months pass, and he feels the North growing inside him, making him of the same stone as the queen he bends knee to. She comes to him one night, and they find the chinks in their skins of stone and shatter together into the furs.
posted 2 weeks ago via whiteharts · originally whiteharts
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thestarkinwinterfell:

She is so much like his dead sister on the worst days that when she rides up ahead of him he blinks and swears that her auburn hair has turned golden. She rides at the head of a formidable army and wears plate like a man, though she does not prefer it, and Jaime’s sister is seven and they still look exactly alike enough to switch places on lazy days in the summer.

He frowns at the lines on the backs of his hands and breathes out fog in the winter. Sansa Stark is strong and unbound by the constricts of gender. But the plate cuts her and she hates the callouses and always preferred silks. Jaime thinks that she is unhappy.

But then he thinks of his sweet dead sister and wonders if happiness is something that anybody gets.


ASOIAF: Jaime/Sansa- Football captain and new cheerleader.


Fic: Menagerie

laineymont:

Title: Menagerie
Rating:  M+
Pairing:  Jaime Lannister/Sansa Stark
Status:  Complete
Word Count:  755
Summary:  The Dragon Queen may lock the lion and wolf in a cage, but she can never silence the howls and roars.

Author’s Note:  This was written for You Win Or You Die: A Game of Thrones Kink Meme.    The prompt was:  Jaime/Sansa; sex in the dungeons at King’s Landing.

Menagerie

posted 2 weeks ago via laineymont · originally laineymont
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looking down at someone wretched, and not yielding.

looking down at someone wretched, and not yielding.

posted 3 weeks ago via whiteharts · originally whiteharts
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Fic: Promises

laineymont:

Title: Promises

Rating:  M

Pairing:  Jaime Lannister/Sansa Stark

Status:  Complete

Summary:  He promised that he would come back, and now he has.  For Jaime Lannister keeps his vows now.  None can accuse him of oathbreaking, not anymore.  


(After hiding his fugitive goodsister away in a brothel for three moons, Jaime comes back to fetch Sansa and bring her North.)


Promises

posted 3 weeks ago via laineymont · originally laineymont
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