Jacob woke the next morning to find Sansa still asleep in his arms, her red hair spread across his chest like fire, her breathing slow and peaceful. He kissed her forehead gently, then turned his attention inward and finally checked the rewards he had received for consummating the bond.
A system window materialized in his vision.
[Congratulations, Host. You have consummated your bond with Sansa Stark. Your strength will now begin to grow faster than before, and you may grant Sansa abilities and bloodlines rewarded by the system.]
[Rewards for consummating the bond with Sansa Stark:
1️⃣ Aerokinesis: The ability to generate, shape, and manipulate air and wind currents.
2️⃣ Enchanted Undergarments: Self-cleaning underwear for men and women (shirts, shorts, leggings, tank tops, etc.) that automatically shift with the wearer between human and beast forms.
3️⃣ Nightmare Horses Summoning Scroll (Dungeons & Dragons): A scroll that summons a herd of forty powerful, pitch-black Nightmare horses (The herd includes stallions, mares, and foals). They breathe fire, their hooves blaze with heat that can melt steel, their manes transform into roaring flames, and they can fly by galloping through the air with fiery hoofprints trailing behind. Riders gain complete immunity to all fire damage while mounted. The herd is loyal to you and anyone who shares your soul bond.]
Jacob read the first reward. 'Now I've completed the four basic elements—water, fire, earth, and wind,' he thought. 'But there are still other elements—wood, space, darkness, and so on. I hope I get them all.'
He read the second reward and nodded approvingly. 'That's a good reward. I don't care when I shift and destroy my clothes, but I don't want my wives to be seen naked. Especially Malia—she doesn't care that much. When she shifts into her giant coyote form, if I hadn't stopped her, she would shift back to her naked human form in front of Stiles and the others. With these clothes, I don't have to worry that any man other than me will see her naked.'
He read the last reward and grinned. 'Nice. Those horses are cool. I'll summon them when I go back home.'
He addressed the system. 'System, show me what kind of bloodlines Sansa can receive.'
[Please select one of the following Bloodlines for your mate:
1️⃣ True Alpha Werewolf (Teen Wolf)
- Abilities: Standard werewolf abilities. Strength grows with willpower.
2️⃣ Iceman's X-Gene (Marvel)
- Abilities: An Omega-level X-gene that grants complete thermodynamic manipulation, allowing the user to drop their internal and external body temperature below zero and freeze any surrounding moisture instantly. The user can convert their entire body into organic, translucent ice, becoming highly durable and able to reform if shattered. They can build complex cryokinetic constructs from frozen moisture—ice slides for travel, shields for defense, and projectile spikes for offense. At advanced levels, the user can absorb heat energy from environments or objects to freeze them at an atomic level.
3️⃣ Phoenix
- Lifespan: Ageless and long-lived.
- Primary Affinity: Fire element.
- Abilities: Pyrokinesis, Telekinesis, Teleportation, Fire Immunity, Healing and Purification flame (can heal others and neutralize dark magic, curses, and other harmful effects), grows stronger through fighting and near-death experiences, extremely powerful Healing Factor, shifting into a Phoenix.]
Jacob read all three bloodlines carefully.
'Although the Starks call themselves wolves, the werewolf bloodline is garbage compared to the others,' he thought. 'Iceman's Omega-level X-gene is good, but the obvious choice here is a Phoenix. There's no doubt about it—it's one of the strongest creatures in mythology.'
He looked down at Sansa, still nestled against his chest. "Hey, Sansa. Wake up."
Sansa stirred, rubbed her eyes, and looked up at him with a shy smile. "Good morning, husband."
Jacob captured her lips in a kiss.
That kiss led to another, and another, and soon he forgot about bloodlines entirely. They made love for two hours before finally dragging themselves to the bathroom for a shower.
After they dressed, they sat on the bed, and Jacob pulled out a feast from his pocket dimension—pancakes, bacon, fresh fruit, pastries, and coffee. They ate together, trading lazy smiles.
Jacob spoke between bites. "It's time to make you a supernatural creature like me by giving you a bloodline. There are three options. I'll tell you about them, and you choose one."
Sansa took a bite of a brownie, her expression curious. "Okay."
Jacob described each bloodline in detail—the werewolf, Iceman's X-Gene, and the Phoenix.
Sansa looked at him in confusion. "I don't understand these things. You choose the best one for me."
Jacob nodded. "That would be the Phoenix bloodline. It's a legendary creature compared to a dragon."
Sansa smiled. "Okay. How are you going to give it to me?"
"Let's finish breakfast first."
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After they ate, Jacob said, "Turn around."
Sansa gave him her back. He placed his hand between her shoulder blades.
'System, merge the Phoenix bloodline into Sansa's body.'
[Are you sure, Host?]
'Yes.'
A surge of raw, fiery energy passed from Jacob's palm into Sansa's spine. Her body grew instantly warm, then hot—as if every cell was igniting at once as the ancient power wove itself into her very essence.
After five minutes, a new prompt appeared in Jacob's vision.
[You may remove your hand now, Host. The transformation will take approximately one hour to complete.]
Jacob withdrew his hand and watched her closely. Her eyes were closed, her expression peaceful. No pain. Only calm.
Satisfied, he let her finish the transformation.
Jacob turned back to the system. 'System, merge the Aerokinesis ability into my body.'
[Are you sure, Host?]
'Yes.'
A faint flicker of warm energy spread through his body and faded quickly.
[Ability has been successfully merged.]
He waved his hand, and a gust of wind blew through the room. Then he raised his palm and focused. A sphere of cyan wind energy materialized above his palm, spinning fast. He shaped it into an arrow, then a sword, then let it dissipate.
He stored the leftover food back in his pocket dimension and lay down on the bed.
'I wonder what the girls are doing,' he thought. 'Although I've only been away from them for seven days, I miss them so much.'
He took out his phone and scrolled through photos of Allison, Lydia, Malia, and Melissa, a soft smile on his face.
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An hour later, Sansa opened her eyes.
They glowed golden.
She jumped out of bed in excitement and was about to shift when Jacob said, "Wait. Let's go somewhere else. I don't want you burning the house down."
He hugged her and teleported them both to the grassy mountain they had stood on the day before.
Jacob let her go. "Alright. Now you can shift."
Sansa closed her eyes and focused.
Two enormous wings spread from her back—layered with crimson, gold, and fiery orange feathers. A moment later, hot flames erupted across them, dancing along every feather without burning her clothes.
She flapped her wings, looked at them with an excited smile, then turned to Jacob. "What do you think of my wings?"
Jacob smiled. "Beautiful. Just like you."
Sansa beamed. "I think I can turn into a bird."
"Do it. Let me see."
Sansa blushed. "Okay. But turn around. I want to take my clothes off."
Jacob smirked. "Why are you still shy? We've done a lot more than just see each other naked."
Sansa huffed. "I'm not as shameless as you."
Jacob shrugged. "Go ahead and take your clothes off. I'm not turning around."
Sansa sighed but still stripped down to her undergarments.
Jacob watched, then pulled out the enchanted underwear he had just received from his pocket dimension and explained, "From now on, wear these. They're self-cleaning, and they'll shift with you. They won't tear apart, so you don't have to worry about being naked when you shift back to human form."
Sansa took them, pulled on the leggings and shirt, and stored the rest in her ring. Then she shifted.
Jacob watched as she transformed into a majestic bird—crimson, gold, and fiery orange feathers covering a body three meters tall with a wingspan of seven meters. Then she ignited her entire body in flames.
Jacob whistled. "You look gorgeous. And you'll get bigger as you grow stronger." He pulled out his phone and took a picture.
Sansa's voice echoed in his head. [Jacob, I want to go fly for a bit.]
"Go ahead. I'll wait for you here."
The flames on Sansa's body vanished. She flapped her wings and launched into the sky, disappearing into the clouds.
Jacob lay on his back in the grass and waited.
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More than an hour later, Sansa suddenly appeared a few meters above Jacob in her human form—screaming.
Jacob shot to his feet and caught her in his arms. "What's wrong?"
Sansa clung to him, her heart racing. "That was scary! I turned back to human and tried my teleportation ability. I appeared high in the sky and started falling. I panicked and forgot about my wings." She took a shaky breath. "But luckily, I thought of you and used my teleportation again. I appeared right above you."
Jacob relaxed. "I thought something attacked you."
Sansa smiled sheepishly. "No, no. I just forgot about my wings and was scared of falling."
Jacob shook his head with a smile. "Then you'd better get used to your powers as soon as possible." He set her down. "Let me teach you how to use your fire element, telekinesis, and teleportation."
For the next four hours, Jacob trained her.
He taught her how to shape fire into weapons—swords, spears, whips. He taught her how to use telekinesis to lift rocks, to deflect incoming attacks, to pull objects toward her, and to fly. He taught her how to teleport with precision instead of panic.
And he sparred with her.
He didn't go easy. He knocked her down, sent her flying, and made her use every ounce of her strength and all of her abilities.
But every time she fell, she rose again.
Until finally, she lay on the ground—spent, trembling, unable to move another muscle.
Then a burst of flame erupted from her body, surrounding her completely. When it faded, she stood up—fully healed, full of energy.
She clenched her fists. "Although it's not that obvious, I feel a little stronger than before."
Jacob nodded. "That's because your kind grows stronger through fighting and near-death experiences."
Sansa smiled. "Then I'll have to spar with you more often."
She opened her palm. A small, perfect bird of fire curled in her hand—wings stretching, neck arching as if it were alive.
"You know," she said quietly, "my grandfather and uncle were burned alive by the Mad King. I wonder what they would do if they knew I can control fire and that I'm immune to it."
Jacob said, "Considering they died by fire, I'd guess they'd be terrified of you. They'd want to stay as far away from you as possible. They'd disown you. They'd make your father disown you. They'd call you a monster and a witch, then send the whole North after you to kill you. They'd call you the Bastard Witch of Winterfell. Sansa Snow."
Sansa sighed. "You're right. They would have looked at me controlling fire and walking through it without even my clothes being burnt, and all they would see is Aerys Targaryen—the Mad King." She closed her fist, and the fire bird vanished. "They would have seen a dangerous girl made of fire. A monster wearing Sansa Stark's face."
Jacob said, "You should know that people will fear you when they see your powers. Then, when they understand that you won't hurt them, they will be jealous. And their fear and jealousy will turn into hatred. How will you feel about that?"
Sansa's voice was steady. "I've been weak and helpless since I left Winterfell. I had to pretend to be obedient to survive. I didn't dare show my emotions. I lived in constant fear." She met his eyes. "I don't ever want to feel like that again. So as long as you don't hate me, I don't care if the whole world hates me. They can hate me all they want. But if they dare attack me, I'll defend myself. And I won't mind burning them. I'm done being nice."
Jacob hugged her and kissed her. "I will never hate you. As for other people—if we end up ruling Westeros, we just need to use the carrot and the stick. We'll show them a better future where their children can live peacefully. We'll show them that we will protect them. And of course, we'll punish and kill anyone who deserves it. Some few idiots will still hate us and conspire against us no matter how good we are to everyone. But I'm sure most people will just be happy to live a better life and be part of our kingdom."
Sansa kissed him deeply. "Let's not talk about that stuff anymore." She kissed him again. "Thank you for giving me these powers." Another kiss. "Thank you for saving me from Littlefinger and the Boltons." Another kiss. "Thank you for appearing in my life." She pulled back and looked into his eyes. "I... I love you, Jacob."
Jacob smiled. "I love you too, Sansa."
Sansa smiled back. "Are you still leaving today?"
Jacob nodded. "Yes."
"Then... let's go back. I still haven't had enough of you."
Before Jacob could say anything, she used her teleportation ability. They appeared back in the bedroom of the capsule house.
Without a word, she took off her clothes. She took off his. She pushed him onto the bed, climbed on top of him, and soon her soft moans filled the room as they began another love-making session.
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A few hours later, they took a shower and dressed.
By the time they stepped outside, the sun was nearing the horizon. Arya was sparring with Brienne while Podrick watched.
Jacob fed the three lizard-lions, then pulled a table, chairs, and a feast from his pocket dimension. "Everyone," he called out, "let's eat."
Everyone sat down. Arya shoveled food into her mouth and asked, between bites, "Where have you two been all day?"
Sansa said, "We were sparring."
Arya raised an eyebrow. "Then why didn't you take me with you?"
Jacob smirked. "Because we were doing other things. Things kids like you shouldn't ask about."
Arya looked at Sansa's flushed cheeks and smiled knowingly. "Oh, I understand. Although I'm fourteen, I've seen and heard a lot of things on the road. I know more than you think. I used to pretend to be a boy because it was safer to travel that way. And let me tell you—men talk about a lot of nasty things."
Sansa's face burned. "Arya, shut up and eat your food."
Arya grinned. "Fine, fine." She focused on her plate.
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After lunch, Arya asked, "So, should we head for Castle Black now?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. I want to go home first."
Arya frowned. "When are you coming back?"
"Tomorrow."
Arya nodded. "Okay. Don't be late."
Jacob smirked. "Are you going to miss me?"
Arya didn't hesitate. She didn't overthink. She just said what she felt.
"Yes. Life with you is fun. It feels like I'm back home—before everything bad happened. With you and Sansa, I feel like I have my family back."
Jacob's smirk softened into a genuine smile. "You are family to me too, Arya. Don't worry. I'll be back tomorrow at this time."
Sansa hugged her sister tightly and said nothing.
Jacob stood. "Alright. Time for me to go."
He rubbed Arya's head, then kissed Sansa. "If anything happens, contact me."
Sansa nodded. "Come back soon."
Jacob walked to the three lizard-lions. "Go gather a few females and come back here tomorrow. I'll take you to a better place to live."
The three lizard-lions stood on their hind legs, saluted him, then ran happily toward the swamps.
Jacob sighed. "Alright. Time to face the music."
He looked back at Sansa, Arya, Brienne, and Podrick. "See you tomorrow. Bye."
Then he disappeared.
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Arya looked at Sansa. "Are you nervous? About meeting his other wives?"
Sansa pressed a hand to her stomach. "Yes. Very nervous."
Arya shrugged. "You'll be fine. You survived Joffrey and Cersei. A few wives should be easy."
Sansa let out a small, nervous laugh. "I hope you're right."
Brienne stepped closer. "Your Grace, if you wish, I can accompany you when you go to meet them."
Sansa shook her head. "No, this is something I need to do alone. Besides, even if I took you with me, what would you do? Protect me? You know they are very strong. Each one of them could snap you like a twig. They could probably kill you without even touching you."
Brienne shook her head. "No, no. I was just going to go with you for moral support. I'm not suicidal, Your Grace."
Sansa sighed. "Anyway, Jacob said they are very nice, and I trust him."
She looked up at the sky—at the clouds, at the setting sun.
'Jacob's family,' she thought. 'My new family. I hope they like me.'
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