Mar 16, 2025
The New Heir - chapter 4
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62385115/chapters/163927345
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The New Heir - chapter 4
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62385115/chapters/163927345
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Chapter 1
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Sansa is coming out of a bad break-up, and the best way to get over the golden fuckwit (Arya’s words, not hers) is a night out with the girls. She’ll flirt with some guys and maybe ask for their numbers, but NO ONE who is ANYTHING like Joffrey, who has been blowing up her phone all night long. Mother be merciful, those Quiet Isle Iced Teas are kicking her booty and might be impairing her typing.
A collaboration: GlitterGoth114, Neleam, OrangeTabby, RedBirdBlackDog, Vermilion_Sunrise & Zosimos_Zinky
“WAITIN’ ON A WOMAN”
Sandor Clegane was a former soldier and mercenary, a tough, old bastard with a fire-melted mess of a face, and he did not get nervous over menial, domestic shit like meeting his girlfriend’s parents for the very first time thank you very bloody much.
A SanSan one-shot by Zosimos_Zinky! Read it HERE on AO3!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Sansa visits Margaery. Seven months ago, Sansa and Sandor prepare to travel south.
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In which Sansa continues to worry for her safety, but also gets to enjoy some smutty time!
She was furious and decided she had enough of that bullshit. This was the time for answers, and she was going to get them either way. The possible consequences did not matter in the slightest.
Roose didn't answer for a moment, and Sansa could feel her anger and disappointment only growing in intensity. Before she could continue talking, though, she found herself pinned to the bed, Roose looming over her, holding her in place by her wrists.
She tried to get away from him, but his grip was too tight, and so she could only stubbornly return his gaze, waiting for his move. There was no grain of fear in her, only pure fury.
“What do you want me to say? That it's not true and I'll have him killed right away?" Yes almost left her lips, but she tightened them in a thin line and refused to cooperate. "I won't say it, because you’re right." Despite herself, she felt a burning iron being pushed through her heart, and she had to struggle some more against his grip to focus on something else rather than the pain she experienced inside her. "And we both know you would do the same, were you in my place."
But Daddy I Love Him
Eddard Stark was furious. How could his sweet Sansa be cavorting with that rake Oberyn Martell? She should be with a nice upstanding gentleman like Harold Hardying.
“Stay away from her.” Oberyn was ordered by Eddard Stark with his eldest son and his brother nearby.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This Love
Stannis Baratheon’s comfortable, if lonely, life had been abruptly changed the night he’d met Miss Sansa Stark.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/55427488
Paintings used in pic set:
(Top Left) Dance at Bougival by Pierre-Auguste Renoir (Top Right) Two Sisters (On the Terrace) by Pierre-Auguste Renoir (Bottom Right) Red Haired Maiden by David Lloyd Glover (Bottom Left) Cliff Walk at Pourville by Claude Monet