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the-californicationist · 3 months

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Goldfish (SanSan AU) - 1/8

Sansa grabs a drink with her sister after winning her court case over the murder of Ramsay Bolton. A judge decides there is not enough evidence to claim she trained those hounds to eat him alive. At the bar, Sansa runs into the only hound she couldn’t tame: Sandor Clegane.

Warnings: descriptions of abuse, canon-mentioned abuse and domestic violence, mention of ramsay bolton, modern au, oral and vaginal sex

Sansa’s lawyer sat stoically beside her as Judge Ryker read out the verdict. In the case of first degree murder of Mr. Ramsay Bolton, Sansa Stark was not guilty. In the case of his manslaughter, she was also not guilty. The jury claimed that there was no evidence which showed that Ms. Stark exhibited prior control over the hounds of Winterfell manor, nor could they find any substantial evidence that she would be able to restrain a man as strong as Mr. Bolton without evidence of a struggle. His death was an accident.

A loud strike of the gavel made Sansa jump slightly in her stiff seat. Case closed.

“You’re free to go, Ms. Stark. May the Gods be merciful to you on your journey home,” her lawyer shook her hand and left her there, staring down at the dark, wooden table.

The eldest remaining Stark stayed seated for some time. Her pale hands lay clasped together as if still cuffed, unmoving. She breathed in deeply, but it was ragged at the end. As she tried to reach for that full gasp of oxygen, Sansa was halted by a small sob. She shuddered, not crying, yet still in some sort of ugly pain. A sick feeling ravaged her from her chest and into her throat. She breathed in again, pressing her feet so hard down into the bottoms of her patent leather pumps that her toes began to burn with pain. She wished, fleetingly, that her feet would kindle, and that she could catch fire, searing herself in the flames and consuming this goddamn wooden table for fuel, choking on her own soot and smoke. Suffocating in her own blaze. So much of her had already been licked away by others’ embers; maybe there was no tinder left to ignite? Just ash.

Everyone in the courtroom had almost filed out. A small hand caught her arm, shaking her from her internal inferno.

“Sans,” Arya said, “Let’s go. I parked out back.”

Sansa followed her sister dutifully. Arya was dressed up, if it could be called that. She wore black from head to toe; leather boots, men’s cargo trousers, a knit tunic, and a long, woolen pea coat. The younger Stark girl did not own makeup, nor would she wear any, and her hair was shorn into a buzz cut. Her skin was tanned, but clear, and her hands were shoved deep into her pockets, defensively. Sansa hadn’t seen her in more than four months, but she was glad she was with her now. She had even been kind enough to let her stay at her place while Sansa went through the last part of the trial.

Sansa climbed into the passenger side of Arya’s sporty little Mazda. Her sister eyed her, hesitantly, from the driver’s seat, round aviators sliding down her nose as she checked the parking garage for signage.

“So, where to?” Arya asked, genuinely unsure if Sansa would know.

Sansa sighed,

“I need a drink.”

Arya smiled,

“I know just the place.”

They had driven all the way to the northernmost point of the city; most people didn’t even consider it to still be London. Arya’s place that she knew so well was called The Wildling, and it was a true dive. Sansa didn’t care. As long as someone gave her a neat scotch and a chair, she would deal with whatever nonsense followed with it.

The bar was large, masculine, and smoky. It was filled with darts and pool, and it wasn’t the sort of spot to host hen parties. The walls were concrete block, painted back, and the floor was whatever material existed between dirt and tile. Sansa’s heels made a crispy noise as her soles walked over the stickiness of the floor. Heavy metal rattled through the building. Sansa expected to be overwhelmed by the sensory overload, but she didn’t really feel anything at all anymore. Ramsay had made sure of that.

The barkeep waved at Arya and came over to serve her. Arya turned to her sister,

“You want the usual?”

Sansa nodded. Arya knew what she drank these days. It was always hard liquor, and it was nearly impossible for her to order anything but scotch. Ramsay had been a gin drinker, Tyrion had been a wino, and Joffrey had preferred vodka, of course. Sansa hated the bloating that came with beer, so whisky it was.

Drink secured, Sansa sat down at a small table facing a window. She watched Arya for a moment to see if she would join her, but she had gotten stuck into a conversation with the bar staff. Sansa turned back to staring into the blackness of the night, admiring the wet gleam of the cobblestones in the street outside, and wishing she had made different choices.

Suddenly, the roar of a motorbike ripped her from her thoughts. It sped toward the bar, only to pull into a space right in front of Sansa’s viewpoint. Its rider, a staggeringly large man, killed the engine and stepped down from the dark machine, ruthlessly kicking the peg into place. He was dressed in black leather pants that strained against his muscular legs. His broad back was covered in a matching moto jacket, no patches. His helmet hid his entire face with a black visor, and the only identifying symbol was a small, silver dog painted on the side near where his jaw would lie, its mouth wide and snarling. As an icy cold realization ran down her spine, Sansa stared out the window and gazed up at a form she had not seen for a long time. It was the Hound.

#asoiaf #asoif/got #asoif fanfic #sansan #sandor clegane #house stark #sansa stark #sansan au #sansan fanfiction #biker!sandor #a break from our regularly scheduled programming #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones #goldfish by the californicationist

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tindropp · 7 months

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my favorite fic has disappeared from ao3 ;-;

does anyone know where i can reach ao3 user Aurora0331 (profile deleted on ao3), or does anyone by chance have their fic "rock out on the sea" saved? or any other advice on how to find it? it doesn't look like the author has a tumblr

it's a sansan au where sansa is an ecologist studying puffins, and she moves in on an island with sandor, the lighthouse keeper. anyway, i miss it so any help is appreciated

#sansan #sansan fanfiction #sansa x sandor #sansa stark x sandor clegane #game of thrones #got #got fanfiction #rock out on the sea #deleted fanfiction #laying my soul bare on tumblr dot com lol

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bighound-littlebird · 7 months

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Hello love,

I’m feeling very romantic dooo you have any soulmate au fic recommendations (preferably on ao3)

Thank you so much for your service 🫡🫡

Lady Sansa's Hounds by Rayne11

Star Crossed Ink by annieisbored

Bad Moon Rising by TheRedWolf

Wolf Bonded by purpleann /@omgpurpleann

Wolf Bonded Outtakes and Deleted Scenes by purpleann /@omgpurpleann

The Prophecy by Ladytp / @ladytp

#sansan #sansa x sandor #sansa stark #sandor clegane #fanfiction recommendations #sansan fanfiction #there were other fics but a/b/o #and tbh i don't think that it's the same as op requested

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refreshingandvivacious · 7 months

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But all your flaws and scars are mine

Chapter 15 is up!!

#game of thrones #sansan #sandor clegane #sansa stark #fanfiction #modern au #fanfic #sansan fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction

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motherkatereloyshipper · 5 months

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MKR Stream Dec 2nd 2023

Enormous thanks to all our incredible contributors to tonight's stream, I am blessed beyond belief to get to read such beautiful stories.

We opened with an Ereloy fic (Horizon Zero Dawn) - "The Sweet Escape - The Carja" by AlexxxAloy where we read most of Chapter 11. - https://archiveofourown.org/works/43249708?view_full_work=true

@alexxxaloy

Then we had some SanSan (Game of Thrones) Chapter 3 of 'Never Doubt That I Love You' by Cranberry_Wine - https://archiveofourown.org/works/48631210?view_full_work=true

@cranberry-wine

We had the amazing Captain Swan (Once Upon a Time) treat of "Top Gun - Hook" by Mie779 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/39280638

@mie779

Our musical break was once again the amazing Baranovich

We came back with the gorgeous Reylo (Star Wars) work "Solstice" by Andrina_Nightshade - https://archiveofourown.org/works/48127996

@andrinanightshade1

We finished our journey with the SanSan (Game of Thrones) "What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?" by Dr_Supernova_Dragon_Cat https://archiveofourown.org/works/28295763 @supernovadragoncat

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#ereloy #sansan fanfiction #captain swan #reylo fiction #Youtube

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vladiator · 10 months

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The Hound and the Fox

a Sansan fanfic (also on AO3)

Rating: Mature Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Relationships: Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark Characters: Sandor Clegane, Sansa Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, (Meant to be historical but can be read as modern), Stranger is a dog, Cabin, Shapeshifting, Shapeshifting Sansa, self-sabotaging Sandor Length: 3492 words

"I've heard of men who turned into wolves, but never a woman who turned into a fox."

In which Sandor Clegane lives in a lonely cabin in the woods, and rescues a fox who turns out to be more than meets the eye.

The sound of a woman's scream pierced through the night and woke Sandor. He shot up in bed, immediately wondering if the sound had been a remnant of a nightmare he was having. Sometimes he dreamt of the fire that destroyed his face and in part made him the man he was. But such dreams were usually silent.

As soon as Sandor laid back down, there was another scream. It was definitely human, which was odd, because nobody lived near Sandor. That was the whole point of living in the woods, to escape the noise and troubles of other people.

Sandor slowly got out of bed, waking his dog, who always slept on the floor near him. "Come on, Stranger," he said. "We'll never get any sleep if we don't find out what that is."

Sandor pulled on some proper clothes; he knew better than to go traipsing through the forest in nothing but his skivvies. There were low branches and brambles, thorns that would cut anything that came near. He lived in the thickest and darkest part of the woods, but that was exactly how he liked it. He then exited the bedroom and grabbed a lantern, as well as his shotgun; there was no telling what could be lurking outside his door.

Sandor and his dog left their cabin and slowly began to make their way in the direction of the screams. Whatever it was out there, or whoever it was, was clearly in agony. Sandor had heard tales of forest spirits tricking men into following them into the deepest, darkest woods, but luckily he didn't believe in such things. He trudged through the brush with only the warm light of the lantern to guide him, unsure of what he would find. It sounded like a woman, but what woman would be out here at this hour? He didn't have any neighbours for miles, and he was unsure if any of them had wives or daughters. It must be a cat, he thought.Those fuckers have human screams, don’t they? I'll put it out of its misery and we'll be back to sleep in no time.

The screaming grew louder as Sandor wandered through the woods, and he knew he must be getting close. He was also getting agitated, as he would much rather have been snoring away in bed. He didn't really need much sleep, but he did thoroughly enjoy it, except for when he was having nightmares.

Stranger trotted ahead, clearly smelling something interesting. It wasn't long before they found the source of the sound, and to Sandor’s surprise, it was a fox. He had had no idea that such a small creature could make such a bone-chillingly human sound, but now he understood why: the poor creature's leg was stuck in a bear trap and was bleeding. But it stopped screaming as soon as it saw Sandor, and stared up at him, frozen in fear.

This was nothing new, of course. Most creatures, human or otherwise, were frightened of him. That was part of being scarred and ugly and big. The last time he'd gone into town he heard people whisper of a monster in his part of the woods, a gargantuan one with half a face, and it didn't take a genius to work out that it was him someone had seen. That someone, whoever they were, had embellished the tale a bit, but he still knew he was the monster.

Sandor knelt down slowly so as to not upset the fox any further. This wasn't his bear trap, it likely belonged to his closest neighbour, a man called Mormont who as far as Sandor could tell was a hermit like him. Normally, Sandor would have just killed the critter and made a hat or something out of its fur, but there was something about this fox that made him hesitate. Its eyes were blue, an odd colour for a fox, and strangely hypnotic. He felt oddly compelled to help this creature, and so he reached down and freed it from the trap. The fox immediately tried to stand up, but couldn't, as its leg was too badly wounded. Sandor sighed and looked at his dog Stranger, who cocked his head as if to say, "The hell are we doing?"

Sandor shook his head, but at what he didn't know. If he didn't help the fox, it would surely die, either by bleeding out or by being attacked by some sort of predator. But he also recognized that this was an odd thought to have: he was a predator, and he should have been taking advantage of the situation. But somehow he couldn't, somehow he didn't have it in his heart to kill this fox that looked up at him with such bizarrely human eyes. His shotgun slung across his back, he delicately picked up the fox, and carried it home.

The entire walk, Stranger trotted beside Sandor with a look of confusion on his canine face. He was a hound dog, he knew what his prey was. In fact, in this moment it seemed he knew better than Sandor. But they walked back to their cabin, and Sandor gently placed the fox onto his armchair before lighting a fire. It was autumn, and the night air had been chilly. He knew that if he had been stuck in a bear trap in such weather, he'd want a warm fire as well.

The fuck am I doing? Sandor thought to himself as he gathered some supplies to help dress the fox's wound. This is ridiculous. A few years of solitude and I've gone soft. And yet, he still found himself kneeling down beside the armchair. He gently took the fox's back paw in his large hand, and it flinched at his touch, before quickly realising that he was only trying to help.

The wound was deep, but Sandor had seen worse on both humans and animals, and he was able to bandage it easily. The fox seemingly understood that it was going to be all right, and it curled up on the chair and fell asleep.

Still sitting on the floor, Sandor let out a little sigh of relief. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Stranger cocking his head at him again, clearly perplexed. "What? It doesn't hurt to do a good deed once in a while," he said to the hound.

I'm explaining myself to a dog, he thought. I must have really lost it.

Sandor got up from the floor and took off his boots, tossing them by the door as he always did. Next his coat came off, and that was discarded on the floor as well. He turned to walk toward his bedroom, and whistled for Stranger to follow. But the dog stayed where he was, laying on the floor, staring at the fox.

"No, you can't eat it," scolded Sandor. "Or the good deed will have been for nothing. Come on."

A small snarl flickered across the dog's lips. There was something he didn't like, or was confused by, but Sandor had no idea what. The fox was obviously no threat to them, and Stranger normally didn't have a taste for foxes anyway - he vastly preferred rabbits. Sandor shook his head at the dog and began to walk to his bedroom, his back turned to the armchair. Suddenly, his dog began to whine, so Sandor turned on his heels and immediately saw why. In the fox's place was a young woman, the most beautiful Sandor had ever seen. She was entirely nude except for the bandage that was wrapped around her leg, and her waist-length auburn hair. Her skin was as pale as moonlight, and she looked as peaceful as she was stunning.

He silently decided that this was, in fact, a dream, one far more pleasant than his normal nightly terrors. He picked his coat off the floor and delicately draped it across the sleeping woman, then turned back to his bedroom. This time, Stranger dutifully followed.

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The next morning, Sandor woke up slowly, having nearly forgotten the events of the previous night. He had decided that it was a dream and that was that, until he trudged into his den to find the fire still going and his dream still sleeping in his chair.

"Bloody hell," he whispered to himself.

The woman stirred ever so slightly, and Sandor found himself uncharacteristically panicked, unsure of what to do in the strange case of a strange woman being in his cabin. He decided to just stand there as she opened her eyes, which were, of course, a mesmerising shade of blue. When the woman saw him, a small smile crossed her lips as she sat up in the armchair. "You saved me," she said. Her voice was beautiful and delicate, just as she was.

Sandor nodded awkwardly. "That I did."

"Thank you," replied the woman. Sandor couldn't remember the last time he'd seen such a warm smile directed at him, much less from a woman.

"It was nothing," he said, but it was something. In fact, it was everything. If he'd known that saving foxes led to such a lovely woman sitting in his chair and looking at him like she wasn't afraid, he would have done it more often. The way she looked at him made him almost forget that most people saw him as a monster, disfigured and hideous.

Sandor’s coat was still draped across the woman, and she tried to offer it to him, holding it out and saying, "I believe this is yours."

"You can keep it." That was a damn good coat, but the young woman had nothing else to wear, and he desperately needed her to stay covered, or his mind would be flooded with the ungentlemanly thoughts he'd been too tired to think the night before. He didn't want to frighten this girl, especially when she possibly still needed his help.

"You are so kind," replied the woman. "I wish there were more people like you."

Most people would think otherwise, Sandor thought, but he bit his tongue. "Are you hungry?"

"Famished!"

"All right. What do people like you eat?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to punch himself. Shut the fuck up, you dumb bastard, he thought to himself.

"People like me?" joked the woman. "You mean women?"

"I mean, women who turn into foxes. Or foxes who turn into women. Whichever one you are."

The woman laughed softly. "I could eat anything."

"Eggs? I've got a chicken out back."

"Of course."

Sandor nodded and left the cabin, leaving Stranger inside with the woman. He did have a chicken out back, a grumpy old hen that didn't even have a name. He didn't purchase this hen, she just showed up at the cabin one day and made a nest, seemingly understanding that he would provide her with protection from animals that would eat her in exchange for eggs. Sandor was now wondering if this hen was secretly a woman, too.

Sandor gathered some eggs and headed back inside, where the woman was raking her slender fingers through her red hair, and Stranger sat on the floor watching her. Sandor immediately set to work in the small kitchen, heating up the wood stove and cracking the eggs onto the pan. As he cooked, he occasionally stole glances at the woman wrapped up in his coat. He'd had no idea that anything could be this beautiful. But then, when he looked up to glance at her again, he saw that she was already looking at him. When their eyes met, she smiled.

Go on, you idiot, say something, he thought. "I've heard of men who turned into wolves, but never a woman who turned into a fox."

The woman smiled shyly and nodded. "I believe I am a rare case."

"Your family– are they foxes as well?"

"I have no family. Not anymore."

"Neither do I."

"You have your dog."

Sandor chuckled. "He's not really family, more of an old friend. His name is Stranger."

"A good name. What is yours?"

It wasn't until this point that Sandor realised he didn't know the woman's name, nor did she know his. "Sandor."

"Sandor," said the woman. The way she said his name sent a pleasant shiver up his spine, and he wanted to hear her say it again and again. "I'm Sansa."

"Your name suits you."

Sansa beamed. "You think so?"

Sandor wanted to say, It's as beautiful as you are, but only nodded instead. He didn't want to frighten away the only visitor this cabin had ever had. Normally, he thoroughly enjoyed his solitude and loathed any sort of attention, but then again, he normally never saw anyone as enchantingly gorgeous as Sansa.

Soon the eggs were ready. Since he lived alone, Sandor only had one chair at his small table, so he pulled the table and chair toward the armchair so he could sit and eat with Sansa. She smiled warmly when he handed her her plate and fork.

"You are too kind," said Sansa. "I don't know how I can possibly repay you for what you've done for me."

"You don't need to."

"You saved my life. Perhaps when I can run again, I could hunt you a rabbit."

"Your life is worth much more than a rabbit."

"I could bring you my weight's worth in rabbits?"

"That's not what I meant," said Sandor as he shook his head. "Besides, that's what Stranger is for."

"I must find a way to repay you."

"Having breakfast with an ugly bastard like me is good enough."

Sansa frowned slightly. "You shouldn't speak of yourself like that."

"I shouldn’t speak truthfully?"

"You should, but that isn't the truth. You've been nothing but helpful."

"So maybe I'm not a bastard then," chuckled Sandor, but Sansa had a stern look on her face.

"Nor are you ugly. You should treat yourself as kindly as you've treated me."

"I don't plan on having to rescue myself from any bear traps any time soon."

Sansa furrowed her brow at him in frustration. "Now I remember why I live as a fox rather than a girl. People are such horrid creatures."

"Sansa, I didn't mean it like that–"

"I shall be gone soon enough and you won't have to worry about me."

"You're still injured. You can't go back out there."

"Why do you care?"

"I–" That question had thrown Sandor off. Why did he care? He had always wanted to be left alone, but perhaps that was only because he hated the way people reacted to his scars. This was the first time someone had ever truly looked at him as if he didn't have them. "I think I know how you can repay me."

Sansa’s eyebrow shot up. "How?"

"A kiss." The words felt dirty coming out of Sandor’s mouth, but that was all he truly wanted.

Sansa cocked her head at him, the same way Stranger looked at him when confused. "That is all?"

"Yes."

"A kiss, in exchange for rescuing me?"

Sandor nodded.

There it was again, that dangerously beautiful smile Sandor felt himself growing addicted to. Despite barely knowing this woman, this fox, he only wanted to make her happy. The way he saw it, such a beautiful woman deserved to feel nothing but joy. He was actually surprised to see her smile at his request; he'd almost expected her to react in disgust and fear, but thought it was worth a shot anyway.

Sansa had been curled up on the chair, with her legs tucked under the coat with the rest of her, but now she slowly tried to stand, bracing herself on the table with one hand. The coat slid off of her and onto the floor, revealing her slender and pale frame. Sandor had never seen a woman so unashamed and unafraid of her own nudity, and Sansa was unsurprisingly lovely from head to toe. He tried desperately to keep his eyes on her face as she shuffled around the table to him, her leg clearly causing her pain. Instinctively, Sandor reached out his hand to help steady her, and Sansa shifted herself so that his large hand found itself on her waist. A chill ran across Sandor's entire body as soon as he touched her bare skin. Balancing between the table and his hand, Sansa limped over to him, and when she was closer she threw her arms across his shoulders to steady herself in front of him.

Sandor couldn't believe the beauty before him. He allowed himself one quick glance over her body, and was in total awe of her.

Although he was tall, when he was sitting he was nearly eye-level to her, and he found himself lost in her sapphire eyes. He was sitting with his knees apart, and she positioned herself between them. His hand still around her waist, she leaned toward him, slowly but with a look of determination on her face. She closed the small gap between them, gently kissing Sandor on his lips, sending a shockwave of emotion through his body.

Sandor wished that moment could last an eternity, with her soft lips on his. She tasted of honey, lemon, and blood, and he had never been happier in his life.

Then, Sansa’s leg failed her, and her knees buckled. But Sandor still had one hand around her waist and his other quickly moved to stabilise her as well, and he kept her from falling. This ended their kiss, and although a flash of disappointment did cross his mind, all he cared about was Sansa’s safety.

To his surprise, Sansa giggled and allowed herself to fall up against him, leaning her chest on his. It seemed that Sandor's comments of self-hatred were by now forgiven, and for a moment it almost seemed that Sansa was enjoying this as much as he was. She must not have seen a human man in quite some time, thought Sandor. Otherwise she would know how ugly I am. But still, his arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer.

"Can I ask you a question?" asked Sansa

"Of course."

"How did you get your scars?"

Sandor sighed and anxiously scratched the burnt side of his face. "My brother burnt me when we were children."

"That's terrible."

"There are worse things that could happen."

"Knowing that doesn't make it easier, though." Sansa's eyes studied him intensely. "Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Can you feel it at all?"

"A bit."

Then, to Sandor’s surprise, Sansa leaned in again and kissed him on his burnt cheek. All sensation on that side was normally dull, but he felt her, in his soul. Whatever this woman was, she was bewitching him in some way. Sansa then moved her face to Sandor's ear and whispered, "That was to thank you for breakfast."

"You're welcome," muttered Sandor. His heart was already beating incredibly fast, and when he glanced down and saw her breasts pushed up against his chest, he felt as if he was going to explode. Without thinking, he ran one of his hands up and down her back.

After a moment, Sandor said, "It would probably be best if you stay a while, while your leg heals."

"Would I pay you in a kiss each day I am in your home?"

"Perhaps."

Sansa smiled. "And a kiss for each meal we share?"

"I suppose."

"And perhaps I could pay it all now?"

A smirk crossed Sandor's face. "If you wish."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Sansa's lips were on his again, this time kissing him deeper than before. Sandor kissed back and ran his fingers through her auburn hair. Yet again he wondered if this was a dream, but he decided that if it was, he no longer wished to wake up.

Sandor wrapped his arms around Sansa and lifted her up, eliciting a small gasp from the woman. He stood up, and she continued kissing him, even wrapping her legs around him as he carried her to his bedroom.

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The fox woman never did leave Sandor’s cabin, even when her leg had healed entirely. Sandor allowed her to make herself some clothes from his old shirts, and together they spent their days walking through the woods and hunting. Occasionally on their walks Sansa would strip off her clothes and transform into a fox, chasing down small animals for them to eat. Other times, Sansa would strip off her clothes and beckon for Sandor to do the same, and they would make love in the grass, hoping that old Mormont wouldn't stumble across them. But even if he ever did, they wouldn't have noticed. Sandor remained as entranced by Sansa's blue eyes as he had been the first time they met, when he and his hound saved a fox from a trap.

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riocat01 · 1 year

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Brienne and Jaime are wed in Winterfell’s Godswood. Queen Sansa presents them with a heartfelt gift to celebrate their marriage. They share a wedding night of passion.

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azulolivart · 3 months

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I’m obsessed with SanSan

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sansanwritersguild · 3 months

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SanSan New Year, New AU Exchange

The SanSan Writers Guild is proud to host SanSan New Year, New AU Exchange—a writing exchange where participants provide an AU prompt and receive a prompt to fill in return.

Coffee Shop. Superheros. High School. Prison. Western. Memaid. If you love AUs, this is the exchange for you!

How it works

Submission Open (5 January-13 January)—Prompt submissions will be open for one week. You'll sign up via a form here.

On 14 January—Each participant will receive an AU prompt. We will post the prompt assignments to Tumblr and Discord, so be sure to keep an eye out to see what prompt you receive.

By 29 February—Fill your prompt (at least 500 words). For multi-chapter fics, you’ll only need to have posted the first chapter. You can post sooner than this, but please try to have your prompt filled by this day.

Rules

If you submit a prompt, you must be willing to fill a prompt too. Please do not submit a prompt if you're not participating!

Submit only one prompt.

Your prompt fill should be at least 500 words. You can post to any platform you choose (AO3, FF.net, Tumblr, Twitter, etc.).

Please tag "SanSan New Year New AU 2024" on AO3 and/or Tumblr so we can keep track of the wonderful prompt fills!

If you have any questions, please reach out to @sansanwritersguild.

If you haven't joined the SanSan Writers Guild Discord Server, click here to join for more SanSan writing fun!

#sansan #sansa stark #sandor clegane #sansan fanfiction #sansa x sandor #sansan new year new au 2024 #sansan writers guild #reblog to spread the word

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supernovadragoncat · 9 months

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Orphaned at a young age, Sansa has lived a quiet life as the High Priestess in her northern village, but peace is shattered when legions of marauders led by warlord Sandor Clegane raid her village. Sandor’s brutal reputation precedes him—a warrior who some say is the devil himself—but Sansa is known to him too. Lore has spread through the Seven Kingdoms about the beautiful High Priestess of the North, a maiden ripe for the taking. Sandor’s plan is simple—kidnap Sansa and offer her to the highest bidder—but he didn’t account for how wickedly he wants her for himself. While the best laid plans of men often go awry, Sandor is no ordinary man. He may not even be mortal at all and Sansa is about to learn the cost of making a deal with the devil isn’t just her soul but her heart too. A dark Faustian romance.

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the-californicationist · 3 months

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Goldfish (SanSan AU) - 8/8

Warnings: descriptions of abuse, canon-mentioned abuse and domestic violence, mention of ramsay bolton, modern au, oral and vaginal sex

The Hound knew that it would be jarring, seeing what Ramsay had done to her. He hadn’t expected it to be a literal mindfuck. His whole body felt like it had been engulfed in flames. All those years he had spent running from fires, and none of it had kept him from being devoured by this hell.

She’d fought back, that much was clear. Sandor had made and earned his share of knife wounds, and the jagged edges told the story more than one violent scuffle. The shallow starts and stops of some of her cuts meant that she had pulled away, and the small darting incisions that lay right next to larger, nastier gouges told him that she’d done her own damage to her attacker once or twice. Her tenacity was the only reason he held it together when he saw her skin. Sansa Stark had beaten the Devil and fed him to her dogs. He needed to be at least half as brave. It didn't hurt that her body was still a vision, scars or no. Sandor was finding it hard to care what body she had in the first place. He just wanted to touch her.

When she mentioned Blackwater lake, she’d leveled him. Sandor Clegane had plenty of regrets in his life. Yes, he regretted allowing his brother to remain above ground. Yes, he regretted every moment that he spent working for the Lannisters. But, he regretted leaving her at that lake house more than anything. She was in over her head, and so was he. He’d never truly forgiven himself for leaving her with those monsters. She’d survived, but at a high price.

Still kneeling in front of her, his hands wanted to wrap around her again so badly. Instead, Sandor found himself running his palms up and down her legs, building up his courage. He plunged his fingertips into her waistband, pulling her skirt down and off. He bent and took his pants off as well, kicking away his boots as quickly as he could. A pair of white, satin panties was all that remained between them.

“Sansa,” his eyes searched her face, hunting for something, “I won't leave you again, not unless you ask me to.”

“Don’t,” she said, repeating herself in a whisper, “Don’t. Don’t leave me, Sandor. Stay.”

Her faithful guard lifted her up, grabbing her fiercely under her thighs, tossing her into the middle of the mattress, crawling over her prone body like an animal. He put his mouth on any bit of skin that got too close, disregarding scars, celebrating freckles. She was delicious, and he couldn’t get enough.

He had laid her on her belly, and his hands were still fondling her thighs, pulling at them and massaging her as he did. She had the most gorgeous smile on her face, like she didn’t believe he was truly there. Delirious. Sandor set out to show her just how real he was. Without needing much of his strength, he lifted her ass from under her hips and held it up in an arm-bar, easily maneuvering her lithe form, raising her warm pussy to his mouth and sucking at the damp fabric. He could smell her wet desire, and he let his tongue move beyond the satin, tasting bits and pieces of her as he did, reveling in the taste, his cock growing with every sweet sound he could coax from her.

“Sandor,” she gasped, “please.”

There was just something about the way she begged him that made his blood run hot. He didn’t make her wait. Without hesitation, he slipped the satin down her legs, claiming her fully. Sandor licked her open, his nose buried in her folds, making a dripping mess on his chin. She was so pliant and willing, just waiting for his next suck, his next kiss. Ready for him to plunge that long, warm tongue back into her cunt, again and again, stuffing itself along her clenching muscles.

Gods, he was impossibly hard. He had already come once tonight, and now he was ready to stain her sheets like an unbridled teenager. All she had to do was moan like that, taste like this, and call out his name in her sugary voice. He was hers to command.

“Let me touch you,” she compelled him.

Her Hound obeyed. Sandor released her hips and lay beside her, pulling her body toward his, trapping his aching cock between them. Her hands found him, gripping him at his base, gently rocking him back and forth. At any moment, he could let go of the leash and release himself all over her. Selflessly, he held it in a death grip, willing himself to let his she-wolf play until she had her fill.

He felt her leg slide over his hip, and she fed him into her body, his exceptional length having no issue finding her center. Their joining, warm and sticky, made them cry out together. He moved within her instinctively, pressing in and pulling out, not able to remain still. Fucking her blissfully, finally able to claim her as his own after all these years of watching unworthy bastards waste their time. He was equally unworthy, but he'd never leave her again. No other man would touch her again. She was his master, and he was her unyielding disciple.

Sandor hadn’t planned to fuck her tonight, this morning, whatever time it was here in Limbo. He thought she might just want to explore him, test his restraint, maybe allow him to explore her. He had imagined his courting lasting weeks, thinking of all the ways he could show her how sure he was that he could make her happy. But, looking into her eyes now, he saw that she trusted him fully. Her intense expression was filled with longing, and her earnest desire for him quieted his concerns about moving too fast. They’d been dancing with each other for a decade, surely that was enough time to wait. If not, he suddenly realized - as she began chanting his name and singing her joy - that he didn’t give a shit. If she wanted him, she could have him.

Unable to fully stop his body from responding to hers, he thrust himself inside of her with more urgency, feeling her orgasm rolling off of her in waves, slipping into her deeper and deeper as she pulsed around him, shamelessly arching his body to grind his head through her core. His hands tangled themselves in her hair, holding her in place as he worked alongside her; the Hound was chasing her pleasure down like a wild rabbit.

Her slickness had melted down his shaft, and he could feel it painting his skin, hearing the wet kisses her pussy was leaving on him as he pounded into her. Sandor’s face stayed buried in her neck, breathing hard against her shoulder, trying so hard to control his rabid hunger.

“Little bird,” he begged her for mercy with his eyes, pulling back to look upon her face.

She caressed the ruined skin of his cheek and nodded, submitting his need. Then, to his shock, she shoved him down, flat on his back, and began to lift herself up and down his cock. It throbbed in agony at the sensation and the sight. She had put herself fully on display for him, her breasts swaying with her rhythm, her thick pussy making his cock disappear into her over and over and over.

There was no room for shame, but Sandor was almost embarrassed to hear the noises that she was pulling from him. He could hear his breath coming out of his throat like a shout, and every time she pushed herself down on him, he saw stars.

“Do it, Sandor,” she hypnotized him with a dark tone, one he’d never heard her use before, “Come for me. Come.”

Fuck, he did. A blinding orgasm ripped through his nerves like a shot. He crushed her to him then, wrapping both hands around her back, clutching at her shoulders and ribs. He heard himself emit a deafening, guttural scream, and then again, and again. Aching, pained moans, he was feeling his come rush out of his head and spill into her trapped body, spending every last bit of strength he had inside of her, trying desperately to surrender to her will. Obedient.

They lay there, arms and legs knotted around each other like tangled roots, sweaty and crackling with their electric, passionate fury. He was kissing her neck and jaw, open-mouthed and lazy, still holding her tight against his chest. Her mouth had been whispering his name to him, over and over, like some sort of incantation. Slowly, he freed her from his rough grasp, gently sliding himself out of her, hating the cool air of the room and vastly preferring her warmth.

He found his tee shirt on the floor and cleaned them both as best he could, unsteady as he was. Sandor pulled the covers around them and clutched her to him again, possessive and covetous. She held his hand, lacing her long fingers through his.

She smiled, basking in their shared euphoria,

“I’ve been dreaming about that for a very long time."

“Don’t,” he chuckled, raw and honest, his voice rumbling in his throat, “Don’t say that, little bird. You’re just going to make me want to fuck you again.”

Sansa smirked, playing with him now, a sharp glint in her eye,

“You will. If I ask you to, I know you will.”

Her Hound nodded, kissing her forehead, grinning along with her, teasing her back,

“I’m at your mercy, Your Majesty. Nothing would make me happier.”

She hummed with satisfaction, burrowing herself further into his heated body. Morning had finally caught up to them, and the sun’s first rays stretched across the foggy panes of her window, soaking the room in a golden glow, sealing them together like flies in amber.

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