#valar_morekinks

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He is another skill, like her embroidery or her graces. Perhaps it’s strange to view a husband as such, but Sansa has grown pragmatic with the years. Being married to Viserys has a way of putting things in perspective.

He’s not a bad husband. Sansa’s life with him is comfortable, safe. Even rather content. If he is not the gentle, romantic knight of her girlhood dreams, he is at least quite fond and gentle-mannered toward her, no longer such victim to the fits of rage and jealousy Daenerys has told her he was prone to in his youth.

“All dragons are a least a little bit mad,” Dany had mused. Once Dany had thought she would be Viserys’s wife as well as his sister. If it bothers her that Sansa is his wife in her stead, she never gives voice to it, and Sansa wouldn’t dream to ask. Some questions are best left unanswered.

Whatever madness there is left in Viserys, it seems to have softened with time, or more likely with the power that comes with the kingship he’d always believed he was owed. Or perhaps being driven to regular madness in their bedroom allows him to find sanity out of it.

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It's catching sight of herself in the looking glass that brings Sansa back to herself, back from this person she'd no idea she could be. All her life, the only thing that's been praised more than her gentle kindness is her beauty; it seems impossible that cold brutality could bring more fire to her blood than any sweet words or stolen caresses have ever managed.

And yet here she is, the image of Harry pushing Petyr's broken, bloodied body through the Moon Door still fresh in her mind as she stares at herself in the mirror over Harry's shoulder and shamelessly begs him harder, deeper, more, more more.

Written for the valar_morekinks. Prompt from @riahchan: In which uncle Brandon's ghost haunts those who hurt his niece. Specially Petyr.

Written for the valar_morekinks. Catelyn doesn't die at the Red Wedding and rescues Sansa from Petyr and Lysa.

Dedicated to the awesome moms of the Tea Party (and friends): @riahchan, @themiddleliddle, @justadram, @rumaan, @dknc3, @jeeno2, @thefairfleming and others that don’t immediately come to mind. Not the happiest of fics to dedicate, I know, but it’s these fierce and awesome ladies I wish to pay homage to.

[ jon x sansa | NSFW ]

Written for the valar-morekinks prompt:  “Jon x Sansa, Dothraki Style --  Dany sends her heir and his wife to Vaes Dothrak to meet with the Dosh Khaleen and the two decides to "enjoy" their stay.”

“I would have thought that you would have seen all of that sort of thing.” Sansa shivers when Jon trails his fingers down her neck and across her clavicle. “North of the Wall, I mean.”

My Love is a Nesting Bird: Jon/Sansa, braiding Jon’s hair back - warning: show canon, spoilers through episode 10, mentions of Ramsay and past abuse

It happens by chance. A slippery lock of hair, an unusually positioned thumb in the soft hollow behind his ear. His stifled groan startles her. He's sitting entirely still but there's a vibrating tension to him, one that makes Sansa's senses jangle in readiness; no matter that she knows she's safe, the instincts of years past never quite die.

"Jon?" she asks, her fingers stilled in his hair.

"Sorry," he says, his voice gruff, raspier than raw silk.

"Sorry?" she asks, unsure. "Sorry for wh-" Then all at once she understands, and the readiness in her body melts into confused heat.

Jon Snow may be a good man, but he is still a man with all a man's desires, and if he'd taken a lover among the castle staff or in Wintertown, Sansa would have known.

Hen Night: Arya/Gendry, Flashdance genderwap AU

Most anyone else probably wouldn’t recognize him, but Arya’s seen him in that exact same welding gear down at Beric’s shop more times than she can count. Even his sooty arms (arms she’d ogled every time he was focused on working instead of talking to her) look familiar, though it’s probably make-up making those smudges right now, instead of actual grease and dirt. Make-up or grease, the effect is the same. Better, really, since Gendry as an auto-body welder is hot, but Gendry as a welder moonlighting as a stripper is hot and hilarious, and being amused has always kind of been an aphrodisiac for Arya.

Bloom: Renly Baratheon, first kiss

Written both for @gameofshipschallenges Seven Hells Challenge, Day 1: Pride and valar_morekinks. Prompt from Anon: Jon/Sansa, Arya/Gendry (background), "I'd rather fight with you all night, than never have you in my life." 

Part of this was submitted to GameofShips, but I didn’t get the chance to finish, so here’s the full thing.

Set in the same universe as No Apologies.

Hi Anonny! Ugh yes someone was for sure stinking it up. It looks like they commented right after I did a check last night :/