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esther-dot · 7 months

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i know you didn't answer the previous ask talking about fanfic in particular but sansa shipping fic is a sight to behold due to how much options it offers and given how fanfic is an expression of shipping, i NEED to share my two cents of how vastly different sansa fanfic can be.

depending on her love interest, it tells vastly different stories.

LF? (hopefully) a dark, twisted romance, probably kinky with daddy issues. (hopefully) features dark!sansa.

the hound? probably very soft, beauty & the beast style, a lady & her knight type of story.

tyrells? pure romantic fluff, sansa as a great lady, some good rep, either sapphic or with willas' disability. usually it's an arranged marriage but sansa doesn't start the story outright hating highgarden (usually considering it a refuge after escaping KL). instead, her romantic dreams of knights and summer come true and her new family takes her in with loving arms.

oberyn? also a lot of fluff but make it poly and lots of good food and fun. / doran's kids: less poly but with the same love put into the worldbuilding of dorne.

lannisters? really brings out sansa as a political player. if it's tywin, it's probably kinky (and by kinky, i mean possession and breeding) and cersei dies. if it's jamie, it's not that kinky but cersei still dies. it's always an arranged marriage sansa is forced into but eventually she falls for the lannister in question and fixes his issues (and his family) while leaning into her political side and ousting cersei from her position at court. really, you need a fic where cersei dies? sansa x lannister.

theon is in a prime shipping position after they escaped winterfell together on the show (and that hug. i don't even like theon and i loved that hug in s8. sansa got all the best hugs on the show) and jeyne fills all the childhood friends to lovers tropes plus some sapphic rep. no arranged marriages here, just people finding each other again after years of separation and suffering.

jon is kind of all of the above, depending on interpretation and what kind of vibes are wanted with the advantage of being stark-based and lots and lots of ghost being a good boy who sticks to sansa's shadow. she at least ends up as the ruling lady of winterfell in a prospering north. rickon lives, arya comes and goes as she pleases, brienne is in her queen's guard.

all of these don't even consider the potential of au's that deviate from the books more than a butterfly effect and a few (or many) slightly (or heavily, looking at you tywin) adjusted characters. (btw, in modern au's sansa also offers the potential trope of TWO crazy ex-boyfriends who abused her to some extent and who can cause further conflict.)

depending on what kind of tropes you love, there's a sansa ship for you out there because there's just so much possibility in her character and depending on where you diverge from her story (and which house you favour, tbh), all of them are kind of possible if you squint and that's where she's very different from characters whose paths are already set in stone. unless we go into au's that deviate before the books start, jon is always going to be at the wall. dany is always going to start out in essos and doesn't interact with other romantic leads until she's the conqueror (or saviour). robb is always going to be the heir of winterfell and has to return to winterfell even if he survives. sansa meanwhile crosses paths with most of the major factions during her time in KL and is in search for a home & family and can embody both the daughter that's going to leave her father's home and make a home elsewhere AND the eldest surviving child that can find her home AT home with whomever she chooses (sometimes reconquering wf for rickon with the help of her adopted family)

having her face so many suitors obviously puts the idea in the reader's head that sansa is worth pursuing and that there are possibilities to deviate from the story (which makes a lot of these matches possible, the easy in with the lannisters and the tyrells is always an arranged marriage (oberyn shipping kind of involves a lot more voluntarily getting kidnapped before the match is made)) but the potential each match brings is really up to the writer.

as someone who tries not to judge what other people like in fanfic, i have to admit that sansa is a gift that keeps on giving.

(and if you want to know how i know, it's because i'm the embodiment of the guy that finds a "dead dove don't eat" bag in the fridge and opens it anyway. i'm just really happy i haven't seen any sansa x qyburn yet.)

(About this ask)

That was a really fun read! It’s a great point about Sansa’s story in particular placing her in vicinity of many of these important characters in a way others don’t (like Jon or Dany), so I can def see why, when looking to write a romance with a certain character, she’s the go to heroine of the story.

I also think a big factor is that Sansa is someone a lot of girls can identify with and you can manifest her personality, interests, struggles into different scenarios pretty easily, so generally, I understand why of all the characters in ASOIAF, if someone wants to write a romance, it would center on her.

If you have stumbled across some hidden gems feel free to send me fic recs!

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dietraumerei · 3 months

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Saturday Night Ficlet

because what better time to be kinky on main?

I wrote this all in a rush; I like the idea of it as a framing device for Whumptober, where each prompt becomes a little story. I am not certain it would work since it would probably wind up a big mix of Crowley, Aziraphale and various OCs of mine and as I write this...I am less discouraged, lol.

Also I don't really want to to wait until October, so I might just use old prompts, or a prompt generator or something. Or not! Anyway, in case it never comes to fruition, please enjoy this cute little framing story introducing the Sapphic Kingdom of Cute Hurt/Comfort Princesses In Need Of Comfort and Crowley Who Gets To Live Her Best Life

Once upon a time, not very long ago and not very far away, there was a kingdom. It was a very happy kingdom, rich in natural resources and with strong trading links to other kingdoms, so that the people who lived there could get anything they wanted. There had been centuries of peace and prosperity, and there was enough for everyone.

The kingdom was ruled by an elected Parliament, but had a number of royal families who could be trotted out for this or that. The royal families lived well, but not that much better than the ordinary people, and they were considered a kind of charming but not terribly useful national treasure (with one exception, that will be laid out in a moment). The families themselves were content with their lot, and were usually quite big and sprawling, which was good for many reasons.

For, you see, it wasn't just luck and good guidance that kept the kingdom so peaceful and rich, although that came into it. There was a curse on those royal families, that ensured the prosperity of the whole kingdom.

Those families tended to run to girl children, to a remarkable degree. Even some children who had been born boys later decided they were girls. And very nearly all of them found they only liked other girls, to the extent that some of the royal families exclusively consisted of women. They had figured out a number of ways to keep the family lines going, and girls kept coming, all of them growing up beautiful and strong and wise and falling in love with each other and continuing the lines.

That wasn't the curse, of course. That was just happenstance – the curse, though, fell on those beautiful women. Their kingdom would be rich and peaceful and happy, but the royal girls would all, to a woman, be remarkably unlucky and accident-prone. They would have happy, healthy childhoods, with only the usual mishaps, but inevitably on their eighteenth birthdays – well, they wouldn't all come a cropper, but many of them would on that blessed day. And would keep getting injured, in greater or lesser ways. They all knew it would happen, and were cheerful enough about it; it was their way to keep their friends and loved ones safe, so no use crying over it.

Because of this, all these sweet princesses were nicknamed angels. First by their families, but now everyone knew the princess angels, and knew what awaited them. The accidents that befell them were never fatal, though sometimes were very serious. These women were loved even more, and given everything they needed to live a full and happy life, and often their pick of wives – and it wasn't unusual for them to pick more than one!

So the kingdom ticked over, and the princess angels picked up this or that broken limb or a nasty gash or illness or, more rarely, something more serious. But someone needed to care for all the clumsy, accident-prone women, to see to their every need and keep them happy and on the road to healthy.

And that person was Antonia Crowley, and she was very, very, very good at her job.

Crowley had trained as a healer, of course, though mostly now it was her staff that did the bone-setting or stitching or what-have-you. She loved the hands-on stuff, but was often too busy to personally attend to her flock of beloved princesses in that particular manner – for she did love them all very much, and in turn they simply worshipped her. Crowley was very young to run what was effectively a private hospital, but very, very good at what she did, and the women who came through loved having a pal around their own age to see to them and cheer them up. There were rarely more than three or four in at a time, and Crowley liked it that way; it was important to her to give them all individual attention and really become friends. She adored tending her friends and – let's be honest now – lovers, making sure they wanted for nothing whatsoever, that they weren't in pain and that they had plenty of amusements to pass the long hours as they recovered from whatever had sent them to the beautiful, sunny house.

For it really was more of a house than a hospital, with a great big airy room full of huge, comfortable beds each of them made up with soft sheets and blankets, and able to accommodate a range of needs. There were lovely curtains that could be drawn for privacy, and a few private rooms for those who requested it, but of course all the princesses knew each other and were good friends. Or more than that – Crowley had already seen two couples meet in her house and marry as soon as they were all in one piece again, and she'd only been here for a few years! She had cried buckets at their weddings, and although one of them had already returned – for the curse was with them all their lives, though it was the younger women who seemed to feel it the most – she was already figuring out how couples could stay together, if they wished, when one of them needed to recover under her care. She wasn't the first person to run this kind of house, but she was determined to be the very best, and the angels all agreed that she probably was already.

The big main room was kept perfectly clean at all times, the linens changed every day and sweet-smelling flowers perfumed the air. Crowley's office was at one end, and it was so easy for her to stick her head out or, without meaning to, spend all day caring for her sweet angel-friends, playing little games with them or teasing someone or crawling into bed to cuddle someone who was feeling sad and sorry for herself. The women there were sometimes sad; they were in pain and they were hurt or ill, but Crowley tried to make their time away from home full of sweetness and love.

On one side of the big room ran a great sheltered veranda where her princesses could go and get a bit of fresh air, walking or hopping or wheeling out to take in the sights of the beautiful garden and the forest beyond, or enjoy the sound of the rain on the glass roof. At the other end, far from Crowley's office, were the great bathing-rooms, full of everything anyone might need to help them clean up around whatever was healing.

The other side of the hall, opposite the veranda, was a courtyard with a covered walkway that lead to another building, just as big. This one held the great kitchen that churned out delicious things to tempt flagging appetites and encourage healing – Crowley was a great believer in having little nibbles on hand at all times – and it produced three square meals a day for everyone in the complex, to say nothing of a morning and afternoon snack, regular tea and coffee service, and a late-night little treat for anyone awake for it. There were also great store-rooms with anything that might be needed, always kept fully-stocked and ready. Then, next to that, were the smaller treatment rooms – a place to be examined, diagnosed, to have bones set and cuts stitched and hurts tended to before the patient was gently wheeled in complete comfort to her bed. There was even a room for surgeries to be carried out if required, for rarely a princess was so seriously hurt that she would wake up surrounded by friends and lovers, Crowley sitting at her bedside and holding vigil until the woman was awake and knew what had happened to her, and what her prognosis was.

So the happy kingdom continued, content that its angels were being tended to – for though many of the women did seem remarkably clumsy, the curse was in a way their gift to the people, and they were often proud of their hurts as they lay in bed day after day, passing the time until they were declared well again, and could go home – at least, until their next accident, or until a special friend or lover was hurt and needed visiting. And so Crowley cared for her friends, and she was very, very, very happy indeed -- though little did she know how much joy, and how much love, awaited her with one angel in particular.

#my fic #i do want to do something with this #but not sure what yet #it just seems so much fun!

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