SanSan Secret Santa

THIS IS A SUPER DUPER LATE GIFT TO @deslabe oh my god I’m so sorry it’s so late. This was supposed to be for @sansansecretsanta 

Do you know her? The girl with fire red hair and ice blue eyes? Her smile is sweeter than honey but has a shoulder colder than your own heart. 

Do you know her? The girl that will consume your thoughts? Your waking minutes? Your dreams? 

Do you know her… the girl who will cost you everything?

Tyrion sat with Sandor at the bar, having bought a bottle of whiskey earlier in the evening. The bottle was nearly empty, with the last of it being poured into Sandor’s glass. 

He was buzzed, but Tyrion was wasted. 

“Sansa~!” Tyrion called for the pretty server who grabbed them the bottle in the first place, her little redhead peaked up from behind some patrons farther into the bar and she wove her way around fellow drunk patrons. 

She was nearly to them when one of the men had grabbed her ass, and before Sandor could blink Sansa had pulled her arm back and swung the metal tray she was carrying into the man’s face. 

It sounded like it hurt, and with a vague impression of the man’s face in the tray Sandor would have to think that it did. 

Sansa turned around, flipping her braided red hair back over her shoulder as she tucked the tray back under her arm.

“Yes?” She didn’t hide the irritation in her voice as she approached the two men. 

“Sansa,” Tyrion was falling out of the stool he sit on. “Pleeeasssee. Please get my, uhm-” Tyrion paused as he looked at Sandor. “Friend, another bottle of whiskey.” 

“Coworker.” Sandor rasped out like that was helpful information. Sansa looked Tyrion up and down before her blue eyes slid across to Sandor himself. 

Sansa Stark gets a job as a graphic designer at Baratheon Interactive, the prestigious ad agency where her boyfriend Sandor Clegane works as a software developer… all good, right? But she doesn’t let anyone in the office know they’re dating, since the two of them thought it might be considered unprofessional. But after months of longing looks across the office… sneaking private moments… the occasional shared lunch and shared ride home… kisses in the company parking garage… well, it’s exciting, but a few people are starting to suspect there’s something going on between them. Plus, Sansa’s very oblivious co-worker keeps telling her she’s too pretty to be single, and tries to set her up with a series of completely incompatible dates. It all comes to a head at the company holiday party, when their drunken karaoke duet threatens to reveal all. What will they do when their manager announces… that there’s absolutely no company policy against fraternization in the workplace?

Here it is—my gift to my secret Santa, @missy-1978 for her prompt “Holiday Traditions/Meet the Starks”! Holidays and work delayed me; my apologies! I was happy to have this prompt as it took me in a wildly different direction than I would have thought to go and I went off the rails with it.

Summary

What does Sandor Clegane know about Sansa Stark? 

For starters, she thinks mayonnaise is an abomination, unabashedly adores fairytales, is crazy about lemon cakes, scary movies give her nightmares, coffee in the afternoon keeps her up at all night, and, during the blazing heat of summer, she melts into an adorable, whiny, irresistible mess. 

But what does he really, truly know about her? 

He knows that he’s spent the entire year falling for her and, at the office holiday party, he has just one burning question for the girl who showed him to his desk on his first day, became his best friend and confidant, and who has single-handedly turned his world upside down. 

Read on AO3! 

For @gameofoneshots​. I’m filling in as your Secret Santa for the 2020 SanSan Secret Santa Exchange to fill your excellent prompt—I have always known you.

This was so much fun to write and thanks to the SanSan Secret Santa organizer who put the exchange together! 

Hello fellow shippers! I am 20 hours late, and I 'm sorry, I thought I'd tidy things faster but this thing got away from me! This is my gift for @ladywynne, who gave me the prompt "I'll be home for Chrismas" for the @sansansecretsanta exchange:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28267068/chapters/69270354

It’s @sansansecretsanta time!   My recipient was @redbirdblackdog and the prompt was: Peppermint, Christmas lights, cocoa & snow

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark Characters: Sandor Clegane, Sansa Stark, Rickon Stark, Bran Stark Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Denial, SanSan Secret Santa Summary:

Chapters: ½ Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark, Sansa Stark & Stark Family, Sandor Clegane & Stark family Characters: Sansa Stark, Sandor Clegane, Ned Stark, Catelyn Stark, Arya Stark, Robb Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Jon Snow, Gendry Waters Additional Tags: Pagan Rituals, tableau vivant, xmas pageant, Sweet Baby Jesus, SanSan Secret Santa, No mimes Summary:

Sansan Secret Santa gift to wandering_gypsy_feet, a fill for their wonderful prompt - “SanSan baby reveal at Christmas”

Traditional Summary: A lot is reviewed when Sansa takes Sandor home for Christmas holidays.

David Attenborough’s Summary: Here, in the wintry tundras of the North, we get the rare opportunity to observe the Starkus Familia in their natural habitat.

here u go, @theflirtmeister !! @sansansecretsanta

prompt was: sansa in charge, sandor happy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28220046

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28245846

Here is the gift fic I have created for my Sansan Secret Santa recipient @anfidersio @sansansecretsanta 

Hi @merwinist​! I am your Sansan Secret Santa! : ) I hope you like the little story I came up with for your amazing prompt “Make yourself necessary to somebody.” It is set after the battle in King’s Landing in season eight, but Sandor lives! And he is heading north….

I hope you like it. The AO3 link is here if you’d rather read that way. Happy Holidays!

Sandor reined up as Winterfell came into sight. Last chance, he told himself. But he smirked ruefully, and the thought left his mind as soon as it entered it. It was decided. Had been decided the minute his brother had burned before his eyes. When the Mountain’s knees had hit the ground and his last scream died, Sandor’s head had swiveled toward the north. He had not looked back once.

For l60014

Prompt:  Gift from the Quiet Isle

Ao3 Link

I heard The Hound still lives.

Sansa felt bad to be deceiving the septry as she settled into the women’s cottage for the night, especially those as devout as the Brothers. They had even fully accepted that the Queen of the North was here for diplomatic reasons, despite evidence to the contrary.

Well, she supposed she was here for a diplomatic reason. She was here to negotiate.

They had crossed over in a ferry to the Quiet Isle, Sansa trying not to be sick over the side of the boat, and Brienne telling her about the latest training sessions in Winterfell. Brienne was sporting a nasty cut across her cheek, from where practise fighting with Arya had gotten a little rough.

“You shouldn’t let her hurt you.” Sansa had told her, and Brienne had snorted.

“I’m not attempting to keep my beauty milady. Besides, I like training with your sister.”

Sansa had shaken her head. Living with Arya was like living with a feral kitten, and no matter how hard Sansa tried, she couldn’t domesticate her. Twice she had attempted to leave her chambers in the middle of the night to go for a walk to clear her head, and Arya had sprung out of the shadows and attacked her.

Still, better a sister than no sister at all.

“Babe do we really have to go?” He asks. She can hear the false hope in his voice, he already knows the answer. 

“You know we do,” she answers. Rolling her eyes just a little, she leans forward over the sink to finish her mascara. 

“Why?” He asks. 

She can see him in the mirror the by the bed. He’s distracted rolling up the sleeves of his button down shirt, Gods she loves it when he does that. “I’m a Stark and Cateyln Stark’s oldest daughter. It’s expected,“ she sighs. She smiles at herself in the mirror, time to put on her Little Miss Perfect smile, sometimes it’s exhausting. “I’m honor bound to go and be the co-hostess in training she always hoped for.” 

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the rest is under cut 👇