He’s been planning the surprise for Sansa for moons now, nearly as long as they’ve been wed. He supposes he’s been in love with her just as long. Their marriage was made in the name of alliances and shared power rather than shared feeling, but Willas can’t imagine anyone who could know Sansa Stark and not fall in love with her. From the moment she’d arrived at Highgarden, he’d been enchanted with her, wanting only to please her, to delight her, to bring that lovely smile of hers to her face whenever possible.
5 Mar 2016
She's nothing like this during the day. Sansa's every sound is gentle and soft: the heavy brush of her skirts, the sweet lilt of her voice, the careful offering of her opinions. Even her tread is quiet. Sometimes she creeps up on him like a mouse, startling him as he struggles to make sense of ledgers or reads through yet another crofter's letter complaining about the ban on hunting any of Nymeria's ever-growing pack of wolves, no matter how much they threaten livestock or dig up carefully cultivated gardens.
No, Sansa is entirely the opposite of loud, and Jon thinks part of her almost despises him for how very loudly he makes her scream in their bed at night. But then, she loves it too. She may never admit it, but Jon's absolutely sure of it.
14 May 2016
There’s no bedding ceremony at the Wall like those Sansa remembers from her girlhood, or at least there isn’t one for her and Tormund.. The feast is humble, the dancing lively, the whole affair heartening in a way Sansa didn’t expect. She hadn’t come here for another husband, after all, and part of her thinks she should despair that this is what she’s come to. But as she watches Tormund – her husband now, and how strange that is to think herself wed to a Wildling – speak with Jon, the respect and trust between them are palpable and for the first time in as long as she can remember, Sansa feels almost safe. Almost.
Reputations by bendingwind for alessandralee
20 Dec 2015
Five times someone worried unnecessarily about Kel’s reputation and her happiness, and one time she didn’t care to do the same.
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7 Jul 2017
Stiles groans and drops his face into his hands. “I’m seventeen, I can kind of use mountain ash and I can explode houses when I’m mad enough. How am I gonna win any kind of magic fight?”
“We’ll work on it,” Deaton says, as infuriatingly calm as ever. “The important thing to remember, Stiles, is that when everything else is chaos, you’re the port in the storm.”
Laura Hale never died, and Stiles is magic.
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22 Jun 2017