and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out… clad in a maiden’s cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back… why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright. So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa… Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell.
You have a tender heart, just like your mother did at your age. I can see so much of her in you.
chapter uno of the “Riverlands AU” i’ve been talking about for eight million years already
rating: mature (for now, porn later)
summary: Sansa neither loves nor trusts the man she now calls her lord husband, but she is willing to learn what he has to teach.
if you label a fic as “Petyr/Sansa” I more or less expect them to be fucking or something close to it.
“Petyr/Sansa” does not apply to “OOC fic where Sansa murders Petyr because I, the author, hate him and am using Sansa as my self-insert.”
“Petyr/Sansa” also does not apply to “Sandor/Sansa fic where either Sandor or Sansa murders Petyr so they can ride off on their snow white steed into Happily Ever Afterland (which is not located anywhere near Westeros) together.”
you see, generally, when people are looking for fic via a certain ship tag, they have no interest in reading about one half of that ship murdering the other.
got meme: seven quotes [3/7]
Life is not a song sweetling. -Petyr Baelish
(via Game of Thrones)
