It would be better
once they got to Harrenhal, the captives told each other, but Arya was not so
certain. She remembered Old Nan’s stories of the castle built on fear. Harren
the Black had mixed human blood in the mortar, Nan used to say, dropping her voice
so the children would need to lean close to hear, but Aegon’s dragons had
roasted Harren and all his sons within their great walls of stone.
Petyr x Sansa AU: Sansa StarkasLittle Red Riding Hood;Petyr Baelish as The Bad Wolf”
“They always told her the woods was a dangerous place for a young girl. There was a beast in there. Yet they didn’t know she was the one seeking him every night. He was kind to her, he always smiled - though his eyes never did. He could smell her soul. One night the wolf whispered in her ear “run away with me little girl, leave them all behind you, leave your pretty mask and come with me”.
“I thought the crossbow fitting. You shared so much with Lord Tywin, why not that? Your niece will think the Tyrells had you murdered, mayhaps with the connivance of the Imp. The Tyrells will suspect her. Someone somewhere will find a way to blame the Dornishmen. Doubt, division, and mistrust will eat the very ground beneath your boy king, whilst Aegon raises his banner above Storm’s End and the lords of the realm gather round him.”
She dreamed. All her cares fell away from her, and all her pains as well, and she seemed to float upward into the sky. She was flying once again, spinning, laughing, dancing, as the stars wheeled around her and whispered secrets in her ear. “To go north, you must journey south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward, you must go back. To touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow.”
Baelish watches from the sidelines as Jon and Sansa fall in love with the other and decides to simply give up. Another heartache to the inevitable it’s not worth it.
So like almost everyone who is not PetyrxSansa I utterly despise Littlefinger. Could you do a prompt with him suffering at Jon and Sansa’s relationship with the “It almost feels like a joke” line?
The universe I wrote this in is very unclear but just go with it, please. Maybe book!World?
❝ It almost feels like a joke. ❞
It almost feels like a joke, the first time someone mentions the similarities to Petyr. Of course, he noticed the way Sansa has her mother’s defiant chin long before Jorah Mormont whispers it to him after the war council. This does not help the fury that boils within him when Mormont notes, “They’re the spiting image of Eddard and Catelyn, wouldn’t you say?”
Haven’t had much time to post lately but I at least wanted to contribute something to this sinful week. I wrote it very quickly due to time restrictions so it could have been better but I hope you enjoy regardless.
She stepped cautiously along the stone floor, mind
filled with doubt. What was she doing? Why was she going to him? She had
pondered this every step of the way and yet she kept walking towards his wooden
door at the end of the hall.
The grounds of Winterfell were chilly on this evening
as winter began to settle over them in a dark haze. Sansa feared what this
winter would bring as her brother wanted to march into war and dark creatures
were to rise from the night. Only the warm glow of torches on the wall gave her
any sense of strength now. They reminded her of a summer that would follow
Everyone was asleep, or they should have been at the
hour that it was. She couldn’t. Something inside of her screamed for her to be
awake, to go to him. He would be sleeping though, wouldn’t he? She couldn’t recall
a time she had witnessed him fatigued. She figured his nights were filled with
plotting and manipulating just as his days were.
As she approached the end of the hall, she noticed no
knights of the Vale were posted outside his room. It was strange, she thought,
just how much faith he had in anyone not plotting to kill him up here. How
easily he felt at home in a place so far from home.
Nevertheless, she pushed the door open slowly,
revealing a dim glow in the room. The door wasn’t bolted which Sansa found even
stranger. She stepped into the room, pushing the door shut behind her as she
did not want to be caught sneaking into Petyr Baelish’s room at an ungodly
Do you have any theories regarding what's happening next to those from House Mormont?
Maege: will probably appear with Galbart Glover and the remaining Stark army that went into the swamps of the Neck with them, just in time to add complications to the Stark renewal plotline, as they were witnesses to Robb’s last command re Jon Snow. As they are most likely with Howland Reed, things may even be more complicated, as he almost certainly knows Jon’s true origin. Not sure what happens with Maege afterwards, except the War for the Dawn and all.
Alysane: per TWOW Theon I, is going to the Wall with Jeyne Poole (and Justin Massey, and Tycho Nestoris) as “Lady Arya”’s female guardian. May go to Braavos with them after they learn Jon’s dead, or may stay at the Wall and continue to be involved in the northern plotlines, can’t be sure there. But if she does go to Braavos, Alysane’s more likely to encounter her cousin Jorah sooner than the rest her family.
Lyra, Jorelle: are with Maege (that’s all I can say about them, there’s not much there there)
Lyanna: will continue to run Bear Island in the absence of her mother and older sisters, and generally be a very cool 10-year-old. Probably will be involved in the War for the Dawn somehow (although that’s ADOS not TWOW), as much as a 10-year-old can be, but that won’t be exceptional in ASOIAF without the 5-year-gap (oh, GRRM). Also, since
you’re tracking Mormonts, her niece and nephew (Alysane’s kids – the girl is only about a year younger than Lyanna, btw) are with her on Bear Island.
Jorah: may link up with Victarion after the Battle for Meereen? I’m really not sure here, except that I doubt he’s reuniting with Dany very soon. Doesn’t have greyscale; does have a deathwish and a very bad attitude, literally expressed in the demon face now tattooed on his cheek. (I never see fanart of Jorah’s new look, btw. I know GoT!Jorah is far more prevalent than book!Jorah anyway, but still, you’d think it would appeal to “badass”-style artists. Maybe I’m not looking in the right places.) Will probably reunite with Dany eventually (I don’t expect it to go well), will also almost certainly encounter Jon in Westeros (due to plot points involving his father Jeor, Longclaw, and of course Dany), though again that’s probably ADOS, not TWOW. But Jorah’s immediate future plotline is kind of a blur to me, so I’ll have to wait for GRRM here.
((Sooo I had feels and kind of started this without really thinking about what I was writing…decided to share it with all of you lovely people!))
Word Count: like…445…
His hand brushed up your side and you couldn’t help but
become instantly breathless. His Tully blue eyes watched you, lit with desire
and happiness…emotions you hadn’t seen in his eyes in oh so long.
Your nails scrapped up his back as his lips fell onto yours,
so gentle and teasingly slow that both of you giggled at the unified groans of
annoyance that slipped from your tongues. His skin was warm under your touch
and you felt your heart flutter at the gasp that slipped from his lips as your
hands left angry lines on him.
It had been too long…far too long…both of you so busy with
work and school, with family and with friends. You just seemed to lose track of
time…but mostly of each other. It had come to blows there in the kitchen at one
a.m. and then his hand was wrapped around your throat, shoving you against the
wall as you ripped open his dress shirt sending buttons in every direction. His
free hand grabbed angrily at your ass as your hands tangled in his hair and
pulled his head back, smirking in victory at the hiss of pain that fell from
Somehow…sometime later…the two of you ended up in bed,
fighting for dominance as he ripped your clothes off and you left claw marks
over every part of his body you could reach. The first round was nothing but
the two of you fucking the hate, the anger, and the frustration out of your
systems. The second round was rough just like you were used to him being when
he needed you, when he was trying his hardest to show how much you meant to
him. And that round…the round the two of you were getting at was slow and
giddy. It was the good feelings that were left over, that had you both stumbling
and giggling. You were both exhausted but so in the moment you didn’t want to
sleep just yet.
“I love you, Y/n Y/l/n Stark.” Robb mumbled as he pulled
back, his arms shaking from exhaustion but still he held himself above you with
an easy smile on his soft pink lips.
You brushed a hand through his hair, your whole world
smiling down at you was everything you had ever wanted and everything you had
been missing from him. “And I you, Robbie. Always.”
He nodded, an auburn curl falling into his eyes as he
repeated, “Always,” and then he shifted his body and joined your bodies
together once more that night. His body sagged slightly as the two of you
moaned and rocked the bed so slowly and so gently.