#Daemon Sand x Sansa Stark

[ineedminions]

The Perfect Start To Christmas

Daemon looked around at the trees in the lot and scratched his head. He knew he was out of his depth and had no idea what to even look for in a Christmas tree.



“Honey, you look lost.” Sansa said looking at her boyfriend.

“I am very lost, mi amor.” He said overwhelmed. “I have no idea what qualities to look for in our tree.”

[radiowallet]

Meant to Be - Epilogue

The Endearment

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Fem!OC (nameless, third person), Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand, Ellaria Sand x Fem!OC (nameless, third person) Summary: Time marches on. WC: 1.5K Warnings: 18+ MDNI Canon-typical violence, grief, death, political intrigue, arranged marriage, soulmate shenanigans, drinking, the barest hints of pregnancy, female on female dynamics, oral sex (female receiving). Oberyn Martell comes with his own warning.

A/N: This is it! The last chapter! I'm surprisingly emotional for this one to end and I really can't explain it. Please look to the end for more notes. As always, a few things to keep in mind: This is an alternate universe that takes place after the main events of the show. Bran is still king of Westeros. Sansa is still queen of the north. Oberyn lives. Doran never had any children. Our Fem!OC is from Winterfell, but she is not a Stark and is a blank canvas physically.

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~~Please see dedications at the end~~

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Endearing and sweet

Mine and yours

I hold your kiss on my lips

And my heart in your hands

Time is not always enough to heal. Some wounds are too deep, muscle and bone and blood unable to grow again over the gaping pain of loss. A sister and brother taken too soon are always a lingering scab across Oberyn Martell’s heart, and on the worst of days those wounds break open, and the treacherous concept of time starts all over. 

But it does lend itself well to building something new. Sometimes something unexpected. 

Oberyn leans back in his chair, head tilting to rest along the high back, crossing his legs and casting an eye out of the wide window framing the great hall, noting the position of the sun. Morning is nearly over, and despite his requests from the meeting the day prior, this council meeting is decidedly not. He sighs, loudly, before reaching for his cup, chasing his annoyance with a heavy slurp of wine. 

“And with this year’s tax revenu—“

“I do believe,” he nearly shouts, trying and failing not to slam his cup down, “we went over these numbers just yesterday, is this not correct, Lord Daemon?”

The other man tries and fails to hide his fear, looking up from the scroll spread open in front of him and immediately shrinking back in his chair. “I think there may have been some o-overlap in our agendas, my lord.”

“This entire meeting has been nothing but overlap,” Oberyn continues, his demeanor shifting from bored to deadly in the blink of an eye.

“It felt prudent. His lordship will be gone for some time and we wanted to be prepared.”

Oberyn stands then, the legs of his chair scraping loudly across the floor, and he delights in the wave of discomfort that filters through his council. 

“Let us consider you all prepared. My wife is waiting for me.” 

He pays no mind to the raise of voices, the members of his council clearly convinced no good could come from his absence. Oberyn was nonplussed, ignoring their outcry as he made his way back to his quarters. She truly was waiting for him, and he was eager to be back at her side. 

The visit north he had promised had been put on hold after Doran’s passing, the task of assuming his duties as Lord of Sunspear much more insistent upon his time than he cared for. She had handled the news with the same grace and duty he had come to know and love, standing at his side through it all. He could see now why Sansa Stark valued her friendship along with her support, and it was just another way he counted himself grateful that all manners of fate and choice brought them together. 

Things were settled now, the transition from one brother to the next complete. The strength of Dorne held true, unbroken and unbent, the sandy shores living on in peace. Oberyn felt more secure in the standing of his homeland, and though he did not relish the drop in temperature, he was pleased that he was finally making good on this one promise. 

Trunks were packed and loaded into the carriage, all manner of cloaks and fur lined fabrics stored safely away for the trip. Oberyn’s wardrobe had been distinctly lacking in that regard, but she was quick to a solution, the palace dressmakers tasked with her very specific requests.  

He had snapped his teeth at the idea of it — heavy fabric and brass buttons, his coat cinched tight around his waist and up the column of his throat. But she somehow found a way to turn his eye, standing behind him as the finishing touches were made on a rich red cloak. He cut an imposing figure, the shade almost violent, the symbol of Sunspear stitched into the fabric. 

He could feel her smile burning with pride as she brushed her hands along the wide expanse of his shoulders, her artistic fingers sending shivers down his spine. 

“The color is a bit unorthodox for northern customs,” he had teased, even as he preened before the mirror, back straightening and chest puffing out. She took his tone in stride, lips pressing hot and wet just behind his ear, her hungry eyes glued to his in the looking glass. 

“We do not see many vipers in the North. Allow me to present mine as I see fit.”

Oberyn moves his feet a touch faster, the memory of that day spurring him on. They had dismissed the seamstress with barely a glance, too busy stripping one another bare, and laying down together across the ruby red fabric. Oberyn can still feel the press of her lips as she whispered all the ways she intended to keep him warm between the stone walls of Winterfell as he fucked into her tight heat. 

Their union had strengthened ten fold over the passing months, even as the responsibilities of leadership came to rest upon their shoulders. Her mark upon him had spread easily, complimenting him but never changing. Everywhere he looked he could see her imprint upon his life. Her own throne beside his, her paintings hung on the walls, her moans painting their sheets. 

And in kind, she carries his marks with the same glow of pride. Books of poetry littered her desk, plum wine stained her lips, little pieces of himself left behind in her heart. 

True to their promises all that time ago, he was free to seek out time and pleasure on his own, but he found he preferred it best when she or Ellaria joined him. He still remembers with a spiteful sense of glee how members of his council had mentioned seeing the Lord and Lady of Sunspear walk arm and arm into one of the more luxurious bathhouses. 

It seemed the fates knew a thing or two, gifting him a match with just as voracious an appetite. 

But more and more he found himself content to remain closer to home, his bed there as full as his heart. It’s overly sentimental and he rolls his eyes at it all on his own, but it does not stop his heart from picking up speed when he reaches the door of their chambers. 

The sight that greets him on the other side is not exactly that of a woman who had assured him she would be ready to leave upon his return. 

But he cannot find it in himself to be vexed. 

Not when what he sees is so stunning. 

His soul’s match is laying back amongst the plush dressings of their bed, her body bare and her legs spread wide. She’s twisting back and forth, eyes closed and lips parted, begging for more more more in a way that his own groan slipping out to join her own, the unforgiving leather of his britches suddenly too tight. 

Ellaria is a generous lover, quick to meet his wife’s request and Oberyn steps closer just as one of her elegant fingers slides up inside her fluttering entrance, her lips never breaking away from that beautiful bundle of nerves.

It had been a natural progression, the two of them finding their way to each other. It was as seamless as two people walking together, their arms locked, and fingers laced, until finally they moved together as one, sides pressed together and cheeks on shoulders, closer than close and a sight to be held. 

Oberyn feels a foolish man for ever thinking there was a choice to be made. 

He does not go unnoticed for long, her eyelashes fluttering open, feverish eyes finding him and he is quick to move to her side, cupping the curve of her cheek in his palm. 

“Am I to assume we will be leaving late?” 

She smiles for him, nuzzling into his touch, but all words are stolen by Ellaria’s own lips pulling away. 

“Do not be mad at her, my love. We were restless and she looked so beautiful in the bath. I could not help myself.” 

Oberyn hums in agreement, letting his fingers trail down the column of her neck, squeezing gently, just enough to feel the gasp as it leaves her. He holds her gaze as his touch moves further down, up and over the peak of her breast until his hand rests along the slight swell of her belly, just starting to show with the promise of new life. 

“You are right as alway, my paramour. Our little wolf can be so hard to resist.” 

“Will you join us?” Ellaria asks the question sweetly, each word coated in honey, her dark eyes watching from where she rests her cheek along her thigh, two fingers now moving slowly in and out of her cunt. “Or must we leave her so unsatisfied?”

He smirks down at the two of them, before making a show of untying his robe and letting it fall to the floor. He could play coy, and insist they leave at once, but he knows there would be little use in denying either of them anything. 

He lets the last of his clothing fall away before he slides into bed beside her, his hand drifting low enough to join Ellaria’s, her cries for more finally answered. 

“I suppose not,” he murmurs, before pressing his lips to hers, always eager for the taste of her kiss. 

A taste he thought he had only dreamed.

———

A/N: If you told me my bingo card for the end of 2022 had writing a Game of Thrones fanfic, I do not think I would believe you. But I am so proud of myself for stepping out of my comfort zone, for trying out tropes that I don't normally seek out, and for taking on a new writing style in the fanfic space. I feel like I learned a lot in this process and I think I grew as a writer. I have had so much fun and trust me, this is a world I could see myself revisiting if the right prompt or request tickled my fancy. 🖤

Dedications: I have said this many times before, but it remains true: stories like this do not happen in a vacuum. I am so very grateful for the community here that has supported me through this and all of my writing. To every reader out there, thank you! Endlessly! Your support means more to me than I will ever be able to coherently explain.

To my dearest @astroboots who didn't blink an eye when I started spouting nonsense about Oberyn and arranged marriages and soulmates, she simply replied "Write it." You never let me think I can't do anything I set my sights on, and I love you.

To @magpie-to-the-morning who supported all of my love for this cheeky prince and who I sent blocks of smut to completely unprompted. You took it all in stride and begged me for more and your enthusiasm made me feel higher than high! Thank you so much!

And to my wonderful wife and Ellaria Sand's biggest fan @jazzelsaur You read every chapter. You listened to GoT facts you never thought you would learn. You laughed with me and and encouraged me and helped push me to make this story better than I ever thought it could be. I love you and I would be lost without you.

[winterfellsroses]

The Dance of Ice and Fire

Pre-story Timeline

While the events from Fire and Blood reflect the 'real' history as recorded and known during Sansa's own time, part of the premise of this fic is that Sansa going back in time causes a ripple in time, meaning a lot changes (such as new characters, different timelines, characters who have changed from what Sansa has learned about them, etc. ...), and this story will be based on the show's version of events. Consequently, the book timeline doesn't work. I've taken the dates for the births of Viserys' generation and Rhaenyra's year of birth as mentioned in the book as guidelines for my own timeline, which will up to a point follow the show timeline, or at least my interpretation of it. 

Below are all the relevant dates of births and deaths for House Targaryen, House Stark, House Velaryon, House Strong and House Hightower, and other signficant events prior to the day when this story starts, which is the 28th day of the last moon of the year 124 AC.

Events with canon dates according to Fire and Blood or other WOIAF sources are in bold. I've also added the years of birth for Viserys' generation's parents when known.

This timeline may be updated as I define more details.

legend

* birth

+ death

name x name wedding

name - name betrothal

son/daughter of name x name trueborn child

son/daughter of name/name natural child

# other event

older spouses are listed first

53 AC

* Corlys Velaryon

54 AC

* Jocelyn Baratheon

55 AC

* Aemon, son of Jaehaerys x Alysanne

57 AC

* Baelon, son of Jaehaerys x Alysanne

60 AC

* Alyssa, daughter of Jaehaerys x Alysanne

* Vaemond Velaryon

63 AC

* Vaegon, son of Jaehaerys x Alysanne

* Lyonel Strong

71 AC

* Otto Hightower

74 AC

7th day of the 7th moon, * Rhaenys, daughter of Jocelyn x Aemon

* Catelyn Fossoway

77 AC

* Viserys I Targaryen

78 AC

* Rickon Stark

81 AC

* Daemon Targaryen

* Bennard Stark

82 AC

* Aemma Arryn

83 AC

* Rhea, daughter of Yorbert Royce x Amanda Arryn

86 AC 

Lyonel Strong x Denyse Malister

87 AC

* Harwin, son of Lyonel x Denyse

89 AC

* Gilliane Glover

* Otto Hightower x Catelyn Fossoway

90 AC

* Rhea Manderly

* Mysaria of Lys

Lyonel Strong x Alys Frey

* Daeron Velaryon

91 AC

Corlys x Rhaenys

* Meredyth, daughter of Otto x Catelyn

* Larys, son of Lyonel x Alys

92 AC

13th day of the 3rd moon, + Aemon Targaryen

93 AC

* Drystan, son of Otto x Catelyn

* Criston, son of Artor Cole x Myria Sand, a natural daughter of Lord Jordayne

* Margaret Karstark

94 AC

Viserys x Aemma 

* Laena, daughter of Corlys x Rhaenys

Lyonel Strong x Jeyne Darklyn

95 AC 

* Gwayne, son of Otto x Catelyn

* Melony, daughter of Lyonel x Jeyne

96 AC

* Laenor, son of Corlys x Rhaenys

* Alicent, daughter of Otto x Catelyn

97 AC

* Rhaenyra, daughter of Viserys x Aemma

* Roslyn, daughter of Lyonel x Jeyne

99 AC

* Jaehaerys, son of Viserys x Aemma

* Alysanne, daughter of Corlys x Rhaenys

100 AC

1st day of the 7th moon, + Alysanne Targaryen

* Daemion Velaryon

101 AC

+ Baelon, son of Jaehaerys x Alysanne

# Great Council, Viserys is chosen as Jaehaerys' heir

Jaehaerys - Alysanne

Bennard Stark x Margaret Karstark

102 AC

* Alys Rivers, daughter of Rickon Stark/Ellyn Strong

103 AC

+ Jaehaerys Targaryen

# ascension of Viserys I

* Benjen, son of Bennard x Margaret

105 AC

Laena Velaryon - Fregar Montaryon

+ Jaehaerys, son of Viserys x Aemma

Daemon Targaryen x Rhea Royce

106 AC

+ Catelyn Fossoway during a hawking accident

* Brandon, son of Bennard x Margaret

108 AC

Rhea Manderly x Daryn Hornwood

109 AC

* Arya, daughter of Bennard x Margaret 

* Arra Norrey

* Jon Cerwyn

Rickon Stark x Gilliane Glover

110 AC

* Harrion, son of Rhea x Daryn

* Cregan, son of Rickon x Gilliane

111 AC 

+ Aemma Arryn

* Baelon, son of Viserys x Aemma

+ Baelon, son of Viserys x Aemma

+ Daryn Hornwood

# Daemon and the Velaryons leave for the Stepstones

* Beron, son of Bennard x Margaret

112 AC

1st day of the 1st moon, Viserys x Alicent

* Eddard, son of Rickon x Gilliane

+ Giliane Glover

* Aelon Waters, son of Daemon Targaryen/Mysaria of Lys

* Sara Snow, daughter of Rickon Stark/Jeyne Poole

* Aegon, son of Viserys x Alicent

113 AC

* Daena, daughter of Daemon x Rhea

* Lysa, daughter of Bennard x Margaret

114 AC

Rickon Stark x Rhea Manderly

* Helaena, daughter of Viserys x Alicent

Daemon returns from the Stepstones

# Daemon and Rhaenyra visit Flea Bottom,

# Rhaenyra sleeps with Criston Cole

115 AC

1st day of the 1st moon, * Alysanne, daughter of Rickon x Rhea

+ Rhea Royce, died in a hunting accident, though there are rumours that she was killed by or by order of her husband, Prince Daemon

Laenor Velaryon x Rhaenyra Targaryen

+ Fregar Montaryon, betrothed of Laena Velaryon, killed in a duel against Prince Daemon during Princess Rhaenyra's wedding celebrations

+ Joffrey Lonmouth, succumbed to wounds suffered at the hands of Ser Criston Cole during the tourney that was part of Princess Rhaenyra's wedding celebrations

* Aemond, son of Viserys x Alicent

116 AC 

Daemon Targaryen x Laena Velaryon

117 AC

* Baegor, son of Daemon x Laena

* Arella, daughter of Rickon x Rhea

Alysanne Velaryon x Daemion Velaryon

118 AC

* Aemma Velaryon, daughter of Harwin Strong/Rhaenyra Targaryen

+ Eddard Stark, who drowned in the black pool of Winterfell's Godswood

* Daeryssa, daughter of Viserys x Alicent

119 AC

* Veraena, daughter of Alysanne x Daemion

* Edric, son of Rickon x Rhea

* Rhaena, daughter of Daemon x Laena

* Lucerys Velaryon, son of Harwin Strong/Rhaenyra Targaryen

120 AC

* Jaemion, son of Viserys x Alicent

121 AC

* Joffrey Velaryon, son of Harwin Strong/Rhaenyra Targaryen

* Laenora, daughter of Alysanne x Daemion

123 AC

Daena Royce - Aemond Targaryen

[onthesandsofdreams]

There Is Room For Love Again

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire Pairing: Sansa Stark x Daemon Sand Rating: T Summary: To her surprise, Prince Oberyn and Lady Ellaria invite her over for a lunch. She attends, she hardly can refuse a Prince, and besides, that has the added bonus of not having to deal with Queen Cersei for the length of it. Prince Oberyn is charming and has her in stitches, Lady Ellaria is both incredibly fierce and maternal in such a way, tears near fall at the thought of her own mother. She also gets to meet Prince Oberyn's innermost circle, amongst them? Daemon Sand. Words: 2017 Notes: I aged up Sansa for this. Prompt(s): 27.- That is not why we’re doing this from @fictober-event

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The Dornish delegation arrives in a flurry of orange and gold.

And the part of her that still remains from her childhood, is thrilled at seeing all of them. At seeing Prince Oberyn be defiant enough to bring his paramour with him. There is something about it that tickles her fancy. The lowborn lady and the high prince, it is made much sweeting at seeing how clearly in love both of them are and how tender they are around each other, even if their teeth carry poison for everyone else.

To her surprise, Prince Oberyn and Lady Ellaria invite her over for a lunch. She attends, she hardly can refuse a Prince, and besides, that has the added bonus of not having to deal with Queen Cersei for the length of it. Prince Oberyn is charming and has her in stitches, Lady Ellaria is both incredibly fierce and maternal in such a way, tears near fall at the thought of her own mother. She also gets to meet Prince Oberyn's innermost circle, amongst them? Daemon Sand.

Oh, she should know better by now! She should know that a handsome visage can hide the vilest of beings. But here, in the privacy of the Dornish wing, she allows herself to be a child again and dream of a handsome knight, his bastardry doesn't matter; it is not like she will be allowed to wed him, after all. She can dream.

And that is how it starts.

For Prince Oberyn and Lady Ellaria extend the invitation to join them frequently enough. She wants to weep in gratitude for the respite of the loneliness they give her. And she is secretly glad whenever Daemon joins them. For she finds him to be funny and charming, but unlike Joffrey, there is no mocking grin. No cruelty. His eyes are clear of deception and he never treats her as if she were a plague.

For once they make their acquaintance, she finds that Daemon seeks her out and keeps her company whenever possible. They speak, of their respective childhoods and she finds that he is just as fascinated with her stories of the North as she is of Dorne. "Summer snows, how dearly would I love to see that."

"Perhaps one day, ser, you shall make your way North and have your fill of summer snows."

To her surprise, Daemon squeezes gently her hand, "And I'm sure you will be there, guiding my steps and making sure I do not freeze to death."

She chokes back a sob, the idea of home is a sweet one and the promise of going back is something she holds dear. But it is also something that she knows will be a hard won battle. "I will make you a cloak," she tells him when she has swallowed back her pain. "A very warm one, so you will not freeze."

Daemon smiles at her then, and her pain is replaced with butterflies.

* Other days, their conversations are smaller. "I once asked my father to keep a singer in Winterfell, for it was seldom they made their way North."

"I would imagine you were upset after he left."

"I wept for days."

*

"I was a companion to Princess Arianne. She is quite the spitfire, but she fools you by being soft and friendly. She certainly is my Prince's niece."

"I would dearly love to meet her, she sounds lovely."

"She would take you under her wing, she would love you, but tease you relentlessly. It is in her nature. But she is kind to those who need it. And with respect my Lady, after everything that you have lived through, you need it."

Her throat doesn't close, but it's a near thing. "Thank you."

*

To her surprise, Daemon gifts her with a small, delicate dagger. "I see that you have no guards, my Lady. But a lady of your standing should always be protected. You should have no difficulty hiding it under your gown, the Lady Ellaria could teach you how."

She stares at the dagger, and says, "Thank you, and I would appreciate if you were to teach me how to use it."

And just like that, she and Daemon meet in the godswoods as she slowly learns to use a dagger and protect herself from anyone who might wish her harm. She knows she will never be able to use it against Joffrey or Cersei or Lord Tywin, but she still feels as fierce as the direwolf of her sigil.

*

She speaks with Daemon of her love of dancing and music and songs. He listens to her, does not judge her and even when he disagrees with her, he does so respectfully. There is never any mocking. When she asks why, he tells her, "All songs had to have a base on something. What? I do not know, but the emotions behind the songs are not false. Perhaps the story is, but never the emotion that brought forth the song."

And she, is thankful that no one watches how she wipes away a quick tear.

*

And that is how she begins to realize that she has begun to fall in love with a man that she should not. Daemon is a bastard, and while she has a good sense about his character, she knows that she would never be allowed to make the choice of her own. At least not here, in this gilded cage.

Little does she know, that Daemon has fallen for her too.

*

When she is finally comfortable enough to confide in Ellaria about the plot of her marriage to Willas, she looks alarmed. "My Lady," Ellaria says quite formally. "I would not trust the Tyrells, but then again, I would say that, would I not?"

"You would think they would hurt me?"

"I would think that you are an heiress and they know it."

And that is such a bitter pill to swallow, for how can she deny it? Yes, she would be a good wife to Willas, but she also knows that her siblings, bar Jon are dead or missing. She is the only one who has a claim to Winterfell. And she has much to think about it.

*

It is one day when Prince Oberyn calls her that he barely has let her sit, so he can drop some news. "Lord Baelish has asked for your hand in marriage."

It is a good thing that she does not have anything on her hands, else they would have fallen. "My lady mother's friend? Why would he...?"

Prince Oberyn and Ellaria look pained, "Because that man could not have the mother, but he might have the daughter yet."

And just like that, panic sweeps through her. Lord Baelish was known to her lady mother, but what does she know about him? Only that he had made her uneasy when she and her father had arrived at the capital, and that for all his friendship towards her mother, he has never done a thing for her.

"Gods be good," she whispers.

"Have faith, Lady Sansa," Prince Oberyn tells her. "You might yet escape those clutches. And the lions' too."

At that, she looks sharply at the Prince. "Whatever do you mean, Prince Oberyn?"

Ellaria and the Prince share a look. "That we have a plan to have you smuggled out of the city." Oberyn takes a goblet of wine and drains it in one go. "I am a father, Sansa. And my sister died in this accursed city, I would not leave you to your doom."

She wants to cry. "However shall that be done? And what do you expect to get out of this?"

"I have my ways," Prince Oberyn gives her a smirk, only to grow serious. "As to what am I expecting? Nothing. That is not why we're doing this. I swear on my honor, that you shall be safe. I know you have been betrayed by many and have few reasons to trust me, but I would want that any man would do the same for any of my daughters."

"My father would," she says.

"I know."

In the end, the plan is simple. There will be a moment in Joffrey and Margaery's wedding when everyone shall be distracted, that is when they will spirit her away to an awaiting boat, one that will take her and a few chosen men of his to White Harbor. She allows herself to weep that night.

*

The moment she shows Ellaria the hairnet, Prince Oberyn stands on edge and hisses. "Those are not stones." He says, takes a dagger and removes one, placing it on an empty wine cup that he adds some wine to it. The jewel dissolves and Prince Oberyn grits his teeth. "The strangler, get rid of this thing Sansa."

Panic fills her again, someone gave her poison? How could Ser Dontos betray her like that? She gives Prince Oberyn a jerky nod, "I shall, thank you for telling me."

She lets Prince Oberyn take another 'stone', she does not ask about it. And in the privacy of her chamber, she uses the dagger to remove the stones. The poison could be useful, so she sews them into her dresses and gets rid of the metalwork.

*

Joffrey and Margaery's wedding is a grand affair, Prince Oberyn has requested that she be seated near him and the Lannisters can not deny him. Joffrey mocks her for it, Margaery gives her pitying looks and Lady Oleanna disapproves, vocally so. But she finds that she does not care.

The music is loud and she wishes she could dance, to her surprise, Daemon comes to her, bows deeply and asks, "Lady Sansa, can I have this dance?"

She beams, "I would be delighted," she tells him and lets herself be led onto the dance floor. If people talk and watch and gossip, she does not care. She will enjoy those stolen moments with Daemon as much as she can.

And she finds Daemon to be a marvelous dancer, he sways her to the rhythm with surprising grace. Her heart is thundering inside of her heart and how she wishes in that very moment that she were brave enough to pull him down for a kiss. Propriety be damned. Her parents are gone, so are her siblings, who is there to berate her? The Lannisters, but she finds that she does not care a bit about what they have to say.

The Tyrells have slowly pulled back, displeased that she spends more of her time with Prince Oberyn and Lady Ellaria, she does not mourn the friendship, calling it summer friends, but she mourns what could have been.

She dances with the Dornish who ask, but she returns over and over to Daemon.

And then, Joffrey dies and everything breaks into chaos.

That is when Daemon rushes her towards safety.

Prince Oberyn's men are waiting near the pier, ready to depart and she feels an immense relief at knowing that Daemon will be going North with her. She is rushed to the ship, hair covered. To her surprise, she finds the cabin she has been given contains dresses that will fit her, and she vows to one day to something to repay the kindness that Prince Oberyn and Ellaria have given her.

*

The road towards the North is long and hard, but she doesn't mind at all. How could she, when she is finally free from the Lannisters and she has the safety that Daemon gives her?

No, she is finally going home and, if things go well, she might be able to give Daemon the cloak she has spoken about. Because she is Lady Stark, and she will do her utmost to make sure that Daemon is treated with the respect he deserves. And she will fight anyone who tells her that he is not a fit consort for her. Because in him she has found more nobility than in others of higher birth.

Yes, he would make a fine Lord Stark at her side.

Daemon is and will be her choice.

[agentrouka-blog]

Jonsa in TWOW - laying it on thick, GRRM.

We already start strong in the three sample chapters Arianne I + II and Alayne I, by the way of what happens and which stories are brought up within the text.

We have a nice triangle here:

The Young X in combination with a knightly Harry, who have both recently abandoned a previous obligation/intention (Myr, Myranda, Daenerys, Saffron, Cissy) to turn their attention elsewhere, are now on a combative undertaking and meeting up with an heiress who recently spent a long time in confinement in a tower and has a complicated relationship with her father(s). Their future seems destined for marriage, but the heiress seems more emotionally preoccupied with a certain bastard in her company, whom she has known since childhood.

A bastard with a curiously Targaryen first name that seems to be another literary reference to, say, a magical animal companion.

*

In other parallels brought up in Arianne’s chapters since AFFC, Jon Snow’s idealized childhood hero Daeron the Young Dragon, who is a big foil to Jon’s (actual or alleged) half-brother kings Robb and Aegon VI, was actually the cousin of Aemon the Dragonknight who was in love with his sister. They are rumored to have actually consumated their love.

*

Also, the heiress, whose “father” had betrothed her to a guy who unfortunately died at the hands of a raiding society grown recently bolder, goes on a quest after her attempted seduction of a dubious knight ended in disaster for herself and a child, and she heads toward a family member who was thought dead but is making recent strides against their arch enemy. She travels lightly and in secret, veiled, and connects with her homeland on the way, learning recent history and rumors, and acts as a bold diplomat. On the way, she is intercepted in the woods by questionable figures. Also, she shares an attraction to her sworn sword, a bastard, but they don’t act on it and have spirited discussions about strategy and politics instead.

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This is going to be so much fun, really.

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Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ellaria Sand/Sansa Stark, Oberyn Martell/Sansa Stark, Oberyn Martell/Ellaria Sand/Sansa Stark Characters: Asha Greyjoy, Daemon Sand, Doran Martell, cameos by, Samwell Tarly, Sand Snakes Additional Tags: Minor Oberyn/Others, Minor Sansa/Other, Past Ramsay Bolton/Sansa Stark - Freeform, references to past rape/non-con, Ramsay is His Own Warning, Honestly I won't be offended if you skip to Chapter 3, Sansa makes it to Dorne in Chapter 3, AU- Canon Divergent, Oberyn lived, Made up mythology, Really cute dancing scene, Essentially this is, SANSA GOES TO DORNE AND FINALLY TAKES CONTROL OF HER SEXUALITY, that's pretty much it, More than 10k of smut, dildo use, p in v, Cunnilingus, So much cunnilingus, Threesome - F/F/M, Oral Sex, tbh this is pretty vanilla, Liberal use of 'good girl', Everyone is Bisexual, Sex gods Ellaria and Oberyn, Sansa gets a UTI, She is a mere mortal Summary:

Canon-verse AU.

Sansa jumps from Winterfell's walls alone, sure that she'll die before she can escape the North. Instead she makes it to White Harbor, and from there she sails to Dorne, for Dornishmen are likely the only ones in Westeros who will not immediately return her to the Lannisters or to the Boltons. Once in Dorne Sansa realizes that there are some places on earth where women are free: free to come and go, free to learn new skills, and free to take lovers whenever and however they please.

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“I’m not Dornish,” said Sansa sadly.

“And yet here you sit,” said Oberyn, his eyes focused on her. “Unbowed, unbent-”

“-And only a little bit broken,” said Sansa, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice.

“Unbreakable,” said Oberyn softly.

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MOBILE MUST LIST.

                  A  COURT  OF  THORNS  &  ROSES.

AELIS   (  OC / Illyrian / Anya Chalotra fc / pansexual  ).   ABOUT PAGE. STARTER CALL. QIANNA   (  Daughter of Tarquin OC / High Fae / Angel Coulby fc / pansexual  ).   ABOUT PAGE. RHYSAND   (  Canon / High Fae / Regé-Jean Page fc / bisexual  ). TAMLIN  (  Canon / High Fae / Austin Butler fc / straight  ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL.

                A  SONG  OF  ICE  &  FIRE.

AEGON I TARGARYEN   (  Canon / Human / Travis Fimmel fc / straight  ).   ABOUT PAGE. STARTER CALL. AEGON III TARGARYEN   ( Canon / Human / Toby Regbo fc / straight ). AEMMA VELARYON   (  Twin of Lucerys OC / Human / Caitlin Stasey fc / bisexual  ). CASSANA ESTERMONT   (  Canon / Human / Poppy Drayton & Lara Pulver fc / straight  ).   ABOUT PAGE. STARTER CALL. CASSANDRA BARATHEON   (  Canon / Human / Laura Berlin fc / bisexual  ). CERSEI LANNISTER   (  Canon / Human / Lena Headey fc / bisexual  ).   TAG DROP. DAEMON TARGARYEN   (  Canon / Human / Matt Smith fc / bisexual  ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. DAENAERA VELARYON   (  Canon / Human / Yasemin Allen fc / pansexual  ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. DAENERYS TARGARYEN   (  Canon / Human / Emilia Clarke fc / bisexual  ).   STARTER CALL. DOREAH   (  Canon / Human / Kylie Bunbury fc / bisexual  ). DREAMFYRE   (  Canon, but with human form / Dragon / Jing Tian fc / lesbian  ). ELLARIA SAND   (  Canon / Human / Melike İpek Yalova fc / bisexual  ). JON SNOW   (  Canon / Human / Kit Harington fc / straight  ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. SARA SNOW   (  Canon / Human / Katherine Langford fc / bisexual  ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. SANSA STARK   (  Canon / Human / Charlotte Hope fc / bisexual  ). SARELLA SAND   (  Canon /  Human / Jessica Parker Kennedy fc / bisexual  ). SEASMOKE   (  Canon, but with human form / Dragon / Wang Haoxuan fc / pansexual  ). SHAENA TARGARYEN   (  Semi-canon / Human / Freya Mavor fc / straight  ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. SILVERWING   (  Canon, but with human form / Dragon / Elle Fanning fc / straight  ). VERMITHOR   (  Canon, but with human form / Dragon / Ruairí O’Connor fc / straight  ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. VISENYA TARGARYEN   (  Canon / Human / Katheryn Winnick fc / bisexual  ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. VISERION   (  Canon, but with human form / Dragon / Jamie Campbell Bower fc / bisexual  ). VHAGAR   (  Canon, but with human form / Dragon / Gaia Weiss fc / straight  ).

                BRIDGERTON.

ANTHONY BRIDGERTON   (  Canon / Human / Jonathan Bailey fc / straight  ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. DAPHNE BRIDGERTON   (  Canon / Human / Phoebe Dynevor fc / straight  ).

                CHARMED.

BILLIE JENKINS   (  Canon / Witch / Ashley Benson fc / bisexual  ). WYATT HALLIWELL   (  Canon / Witch-Whitelighter / Chris Zylka fc / bisexual  ).

             CRIMINAL MINDS.

EMILY PRENTISS   (  Canon / Human / Paget Brewster fc / pansexual   ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL.

                CHRONICLES  OF  NARNIA.

CASPIAN X   (  Canon / Human / François Arnaud fc / straight  ).

                DC.

CLARK KENT   (  Canon / Kryptonian / Henry Cavill fc / straight  ). CONNOR KENT  (  Canon / Kryptonian/Human hybrid / Robbie Amnell fc / bisexual  ). BARRY ALLEN   (  Headcanon based / Metahuman / Alberto Rosende fc / straight  ).       ABOUT PAGE. RAVEN ROTH   (  Canon / Human-Demon hybrid / Camila Mendes fc / demisexual  ).   STARTER CALL. RICK FLAG   (  Canon / Human / Joel Kinnaman fc / straight  ). WALLY WEST   (  Canon / Metahuman / KJ Apa fc / bisexual  ). ZATANNA ZATARA   (  Canon / Human/Homo Magi / Samantha Logan fc / bisexual  ).       ABOUT PAGE. TAG DROP.

                DISNEY.

MALEFICENT   (  Canon / Fey / Angelina Jolie fc / pansexual  ).

                DISNEY  DESCENDANTS.

ADELINE   (  Daughter of Aurora & Philip / Human / Adelaide Kane fc / straight  ).       ABOUT PAGE. TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. ANEXANDER CASTILLON   (  Son of Anastasia Tremaine / Human / Alexander Vlahos fc / bisexual  ).   ABOUT PAGE. STARTER CALL. BEATRIX   (  Daughter of Aurora & Philip / Human / Eloise Smyth fc / bisexual  ). KATJA OF ARENDELLE   (  Daughter of Anna & Kristoff / Human / Tamzin Merchant fc / bisexual  ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. TRUEFER BELL   (  Daughter of Tinkerbell / Fairy /��Perrie Edwards fc / pansexual  ).       TAG DROP. STARTER CALL.

                DOWNTON ABBEY.

ALICE CRAWLEY   (  Younger sister of Matthew / Human / Anya Taylor-Joy fc / straight  ). THOMAS BARROW   (  Canon / Human / Rob James-Collier fc / gay  ).

                HARRY POTTER.

ASTORIA GREENGRASS   (  Canon / Witch / Alexandra Park fc / bisexual  ).       ABOUT PAGE. STARTER CALL. BELLATRIX BLACK   (  Canon / Witch / Adelaide Kane & Eva Green fc / bisexual  ).       ABOUT PAGE. STARTER CALL. BILL WEASLEY   (  Canon / Wizard / Joseph Morgan fc / bisexual  ). SALAZAR SLYTHERIN   (  Canon / Wizard / Luke Evans fc / straight  ).       TAG DROP. SUSAN BONES   (  Canon / Witch / Holland Roden fc / lesbian  ). VICTOIRE WEASLEY   (  Canon / Witch / Dove Cameron fc / bisexual  ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL.

                LARA CROFT.

LARA CROFT   (  Canon / Human / Chloe Bennet fc / bisexual  ).

                MARVEL.

ADRAN   (  OC / Eternal / Ricky Whittle fc / bisexual  ).   ABOUT PAGE. TAG DROP. AHURA BOLTAGON   (  Canon / Inhuman / Sam Claflin fc / pansexual  ).   TAG DROP. AJAK   (  Canon  /  Eternal  /  Salma Hayek fc  /  bisexual  ). ANGELINA VON STRUCKER   (  OC  /  Mutant  /  Sarah Jeffrey fc  /  lesbian  ). BEN PARKER (  Canon  /  Human  /  Hugh Dancy fc  /  bisexual  ). BOBBI MORSE   (  Canon  /  Mutated human  /  Claire Holt fc  /  straight  ).       STARTER CALL. BOBBY DA COSTA   (  Canon  /  Mutant  /  Henry Zaga fc  /  straight  ). BUCKY BARNES   (  Canon / Human / Sebastian Stan fc / bisexual  ).   TAG DROP. CAROL DANVERS   (  Canon / Human/Kree / Brie Larson fc / bisexual  ).   TAG DROP. CLINT BARTON   (  Canon / Human / Luke Mitchell fc / bisexual  ).   TAG DROP. KIRA LEON   (  OC Black Widow  /  Human  /  Sofia Carson fc  /  pansexual ). LOGAN HOWLETT   (  Canon  /  Mutant  /  Hugh Jackman fc  /  bisexual  ).       TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. PRISHA CHAKRABARTI   (  OC / Mutant / Deepika Padukone fc / bisexual  ).   STARTER CALL. STEPHEN STRANGE   (  Canon  /  Human  /  Benedict Cumberbatch fc  /  straight  ).       TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. STEVE ROGERS   (  Canon  /  Mutated human  /  Chris Evans fc  /  bisexual  ). SUSAN STORM   (  Canon  /  Mutated human  /  Yael Grobglas fc  /  bisexual  ). THENA   (  Canon  /  Eternal  /  Angelina Jolie fc  /  pansexual  ). TONY STARK   (  Canon  /  Human  /  Robert Downey Jr fc  /  bisexual  ). VANESSA CARLYSLE    (  Canon / Mutant / Morena Baccarin fc / bisexual  ).   STARTER CALL. WANDA MAXIMOFF   (  Canon  /  Mutant/mutated human/witch  /  Elizabeth Olsen fc  /  bisexual  ).       TAG DROP.

                MARVEL  NEXT  GENERATION.

ANNIE SUMMERS   (  OC Jean x Scott daughter / Mutant / Kat McNamara fc / lesbian  ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. BILLY MAXIMOFF   (  Canon / Mutant/witch / Josh Hutcherson & Jamie Dornan fc / gay  ). TOMMY MAXIMOFF   (  Canon  /  Mutant  /  Grant Gustin & Channing Tatum fc  /  bisexual   ).       STARTER CALL. VALERIA RICHARDS   (  Canon  /  Human  /  Skyler Samuels & Rachael Taylor fc  /  lesbian   ). VIKTOR BARNES   (  OC Natasha x Bucky son  /  Human  /  Brandon Flynn & Nathaniel Buzolic fc  /  straight  ).       ABOUT PAGE. TAG DROP.

               MYTHOLOGY.

APHRODITE   (  Greek Mythology / Goddess / Diane Kruger fc / pansexual  ).   ABOUT PAGE. TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. ARTEMIS   (  Greek Mythology / Goddess / Marie Avgeropoulos fc / pansexual  ).       ABOUT PAGE. STARTER CALL. VALI LOKISON   (  Norse Mythology  /  God  /  Freddy Carter & Adam Driver fc  /  gay  ).

               ORIGINAL  CHARACTER.

ADELAIDE WEATHERINGTON   (  Journalist / Human / Amanda Seyfried fc / lesbian  ).   ABOUT PAGE. STARTER CALL. ALYA GLENN   (  Baker  /  Elemental witch  /  Alisha Wainwright fc  /  pansexual  ). ARTHUR FITZ-CLARENCE   (  Duke of Oxford  /  Human  /  Tom Hughes fc  /  pansexual  ). AVA DE ENVIE   (  Owner of adult entertainment business / Succubus / Hayley Atwell fc pansexual  ).   TAG DROP. CALLEIGH DAVENPORT   (  Dancer / Human / Taylor Swift fc / bisexual  ).   STARTER CALL. ELIZABETH DURANT   (  College professor  /  Human  /  Carla Gugino fc  /  straight  ). JACK PRICE   (  Bounty Hunter  /  Human  /  John Krasinski fc  /  straight  ). JUPITER GRAY   (  Lawyer / Vampire / Gina Torres fc / bisexual  ).   STARTER CALL. PIPER LOPEZ   (  Secretary / Human / Ana de Armas fc / bisexual  ).   STARTER CALL. SARA MEYER   (  Housewife  /  Human  /  Charisma Carpenter fc  /  bisexual  ). SAVANNAH DAVIS   (  Freelance Photographer  /  Shapeshifter  /  Laura Vandervoort fc  /  straight  ). SERENITY VALENTINE   (  Bounty Hunter  /  Human  /  Megan Fox fc  /  pansexual  ).       STARTER CALL. SHAW RAWSON   (  Security guard / Alpha Werewolf / Shemar Moore fc / straight  ).   TAG DROP. VEPAR   (  Grand Duchess of Hell / Demon / Katrina Law fc / bisexual  ).   STARTER CALL. ZAHRA LENNOX   (  Bail Bondsman  /  Human  /  Vanessa Morgan fc  /  bisexual  ).

               PEAKY BLINDERS.

TOMMY SHELBY   (  Canon  /  Human  /  Cillian Murphy fc  /  straight  ).

              PERIOD  DRAMA.

ANNE BOLEYN   (  Tudor Era / Queen Consort of England / Natalie Dormer fc / bisexual   ).   ABOUT PAGE. TAG DROP. RICHARD III   (  Wars of the Roses era / King of England / Aneurin Barnard fc / straight  ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. ROBERT BRUCE   (  War of Scottish Independence era  /  King of Scots  /  Chris Pine fc  /  straight  ).

              POLDARK.

CAROLINE PENVENEN   (  Canon  /  Lady of Killewarren  /  Gabriella Wilde fc  /  straight  ). ROSS POLDARK   (  Canon  /  Master of Nampara House  /  Aidan Turner fc  /  straight  ).      ABOUT PAGE. TAG DROP. STARTER CALL.

              SHADOW  &  BONE.

GENERAL KIRIGAN   (  Canon  /  Grisha  /  Ben Barnes fc  /  straight  ).   STARTER CALL.

               SHERLOCK  HOLMES.

SHERLOCK HOLMES   (  Canon  /  Human  /  Matthew Goode fc  /  straight  ).

               SONS  OF  ANARCHY.

JAX TELLER   (  Canon  /  Human  /  Charlie Hunnam fc  /  straight  ).

               STAR  WARS.

AHSOKA TANO   (  Canon  /  Togruta Jedi  /  Logan Browning & Rosario Dawson fc  /  bisexual   ). ANAKIN SKYWALKER   (  Canon  /  Human Jedi  /  Hayden Christensen fc  /  bisexual   ). BEN SOLO ( Alternate  /  Human Jedi  /  Matthew Daddario fc  /  straight   ). PADMÉ AMIDALA   (  Canon / Human / Natalie Portman fc / pansexual  ). QI’RA   (  Canon / Human / Emilia Clarke fc / bisexual   ).   STARTER CALL. REY OF JAKKU   (  Canon / Human Jedi / Daisy Ridley fc / bisexual  ).     ABOUT PAGE. TAG DROP. SOLA LARS   (  OC daughter of Beru & Owen  /  Human  /  Jenna Coleman fc  /  bisexual ).

              STRANGER THINGS.

APRIL HARRINGTON   (  Older sister of Steve  /  Human /  Dakota Johnson & Jennifer Love Hewitt fc  /  lesbian   ). AMBER HAWKE   (  OC  /  Human  /  Taissa Farmiga & Mandy Moore fc  /  straight   ). BRIAN HAMMOND   (  OC son of Benny / Human / Jeremy Allen White & Taylor Kitsch fc  / bisexual  ).   STARTER CALL. EDDIE MUNSON   ( Canon  /  Human /  Joseph Quinn & Garrett Hedlund fc  /  bisexual   ). STEVE HARRINGTON   ( Canon  /  Human /  Joe Keery & Sebastian Stan fc  /  bisexual   ).   TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. THEA BUCKLEY   (  Cousin of Robin  /  Human /  Billie Lourd & Jes Macallan fc  /  straight   ). TIMOTHY HAWKE   (  OC  /  Human /  Timothée Chalamet & John Francis Daley fc  /  gay   ).

               SUPERNATURAL.

ALEXANDER MILTON   (  OC Anna x Dean son  /  Nephilim  /  Chris Wood fc  /  bisexual  ).

              THE  VAMPIRE  DIARIES  /  THE  ORIGINALS  /  LEGACIES.

ALEXA BRUCE   (  OC / Witch / Emma Dumont fc / lesbian  ).   TAG DROP. BONNIE BENNETT (  Canon  /  Witch  /  Kat Graham fc  /  pansexual  ). DAVINA CLAIRE   (  Canon  /  Witch  /  Danielle Campbell fc  /  bisexual  ).       ABOUT PAGE. TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. KLAUS MIKAELSON   (  Canon  /  Original hybrid  /  Joseph Morgan fc  /  straight  ).       TAG DROP. STARTER CALL. KOL MIKAELSON   (  Canon  /  Original vampire  /  Nathaniel Buzolic fc  /  pansexual  ). MATTHEW MIKAELSON   (  Canon ( son of Freya & Mathias )  /  Witch  /  Cody Christian fc  /  bisexual  ). OLIVIA KENNER   (  Sister of Jackson OC / Evolved Werewolf / Willa Holland fc / straight  ).   TAG DROP.

            WALKER.

BYRON WILLIAMS   (  OC  /  Human  /  Jensen Ackles fc  /  pansexual  ).

            COMING SOON.

KALLIAS  (  ACoTaR  ),   BELLA SWAN  (  Twilight  ),   CHARLIE WEASLEY  (  Harry Potter  ),   DAERRA TARGARYEN  (  A Song of Ice and Fire  ),   OBI-WAN KENOBI  (  Star Wars  ).

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Blood in the Rivers: VIII

A/N: I apologize for the wait (again). Thank you to everyone who read, liked, reblogged, and commented on the last chapter. And thank you for all the shenanigans about dogs and unicorns last night. You all make me smile

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand x F!Reader (Tully)

Rating: T - mentions of death, unhealthy coping mechanisms, my continued overuse of italics

Word Count: 9.2k (Don’t look at me)

Read Chapters I-VII here! Or on Ao3!

Chapter Eight: Pockets Full of Pebbles

“Raise your elbow.”

The bow was a bit too big for her little hands, even if it had been specially made just for her. But she did as her father bid and tried to focus on the target just a few feet away in the courtyard outside the keep’s armory.

“Perfect. Now loose.”

The arrow soared through the air and hit the side of the target. A shrieking giggle soon erupted from her throat as her father’s strong arms wrapped around her waist and hoisted her into the air.

“You are a natural, my darling girl! My little warrior!” His smiling lips pressed a kiss against her cheek as she continued to laugh.

“Oh, Brynden. You will have her running wild if you continue,” Vaella said, fondness in her tone betraying her love for her husband and child.

Brynden adjusted his grip on Y/N so he could hold her a little closer, little legs wrapping around his waist, and he pressed another kiss to Y/N’s cheek. “She is already wild. Aren’t you, Y/N?”

There were few rivers in Dorne. The Tullys drew their strength from the river, and it was to the river they returned when their lives had run their course. But the nearest was too far. She would not delay his soul’s rest any more than necessary. “All rivers lead to the sea, darling girl,” her father had once said. So, the Summer Sea was her only choice. It wasn’t the muddied rivers around Riverrun. It wasn’t The Trident in The Vale where her father had laid her mother to rest. “All rivers lead to the sea,” she repeated her father’s words.

She barely remembered filling a small boat with kindling and stones and small slips of parchment before carefully placing her father’s head inside, atop the makeshift body she’d made from rolls of black fabric and straw.

She would never recover the rest of his body. There had been a note shoved behind his teeth: his body was fed to a caged bear at Harrenhal. Another desecration. Oberyn had matched it by having Ilyn’s body hacked to pieces.

The words of a familiar prayer slipped by her lips as she finished, hoping his soul would find rest in the Seven Heavens and that he would be reunited with her mother. “Goodbye, papa.” The words were strangled in her throat.

Ellaria quietly stepped to her side. Oberyn soon followed. Harmen and Daisy took their places, too. Without a word, they each placed a hand on the boat and helped shove the small tender out onto the gentle waves of the sea. Her heart was in her throat as she watched it start to pull away from the shore and then Daemon was there, handing her the bow and arrow. Y/N nocked the arrow with her bandaged hand and murmured a quiet ‘thank you’ to an injured-but-healing Trystane as he lit the end, letting it blaze with orange fire. A steadying breath is all she gave herself before she pulled the bow taut with perfect posture, just like her father taught, and let it loose. The arrow hit the boat and it erupted in flames. Her hands shook as she finally let the bow drop to her side. The stitches on her palm had torn. She didn’t feel it. Blood dripped onto the sand.

The boat drifted away and she watched until it sunk beneath the water.

**

The Realm had descended into chaos. Myrcella and her Lannister guards had disappeared the night Ilyn had tried to kill Trystane and Doran. Westerland armies tried to cross the Red Mountains into Dorne on the Prince’s Pass but were largely pushed back by the House Fowler armies. House Yronwood raised their banners and fortified the Bone Way, waiting for the Lannisters to try again.

Y/N had been wordlessly invited to join Oberyn, a healing Doran, and the lords and ladies of Dorne who had been at the Water Gardens for the feast and never left. All of them were calling for retaliation. For war. The men and women sequestered in the cooled undercroft serving as a war room did not bat a lash when she joined them. Some even voiced their approval for her plans, stating that she was a natural tactician, “a woman after Princess Nymeria’s own heart!” It almost made her smile. It was a small solace, to know that her opinion was valued enough to earn a seat at the table.

But it had kept long hours. Longer still when she would hide away in Sunspear’s grand library, poring over centuries-old texts about the Red Keep or Casterly Rock, trying to find some slip of information that could be used as a tool against the Lannisters. It had almost become some sort of sad little game to wonder who would be sent in to ask her back to bed.

“You are falling asleep in your seat,” Sansa would say. “Go to bed.”

“You look ill. You will be ill if you do not sleep,” Arya would grumble.

"You must sleep, My Tully,” Ellaria would whisper as she would gently massage the back of her neck. “Come lay with me.”

And sometimes it would work. But sometimes she would wave them on. But she found a surprising companion. Obella, not yet seventeen, quietly helped her find books in the library and show Y/N her own findings—mostly battle formations that had faded from common knowledge but would be brutally efficient. They came to a soft companionability, taking turns to bring food and hot tea to the library when the night grew dark or relighting candles that snuffed themselves out.

“Why do you come here?” Y/N finally asked after their fifth night together.

“I cannot wield a sword like Obara or a bow like you—or even a lance like Elia. But I do want to help.”

She said it with such conviction that it fractured a part of Y/N’s already broken heart. She only nodded and pushed a steaming cup of tea toward her with a sad sort of smile. “You’re helping more than you know.”

Obara, Elia, and Arya were her companions at the training grounds. The two Sand Snakes seemed to innately know the anger that had infested her bloodstream and would silently bandage Y/N’s fingers when she would rub them raw with overuse against the string of her bow.

She was a fine archer and Obara had taken it upon herself to find Y/N a Martell guard who preferred the short blades she was more comfortable with to help her train with those as well.

Her hand ached. She pulled the stitches from her skin on her own, too early for the ugly, jagged wound to be fully healed. But she did it anyway in the dead of night, tired of feeling the scratch of the knots against her palm. Obara said nothing when she saw the messy work when she bandaged Y/N’s hand the morning after

Obara would stand behind her father’s chair when she cared to attend the war stratagem but largely kept to the training grounds with their cavalry and infantry.

Time had turned strange. Days and nights melting into each other without any sort of rest. Tracking the date had not been a necessity or want. She simply needed to do all she could to help. To train. To lend her voice at the stratagem meetings. She could rest later.

Just before one of these meetings Y/N noticed a shaking servant, holding a crumpled missive in his hands. The seal of the Tyrells was broken at the edge. The poor soul looked like he was headed toward the gallows. “I’ll take it for you,” she murmured.

The servant mumbled a quiet but reverent “thank you, Princess,” before all but shoving it into her hand and then pulling open the heavy door to let her in. Her thumb slid beneath the broken seal and she quickly scanned the words, stomach curling with each line of ink

Oberyn noticed the fright on her face within a moment. “What is it, my moonlight?” He asked and pressed a kiss to her cheek before she handed him the letter.

She was thankful that only Doran was present when Oberyn’s beautiful face slid into something monstrous as he read. He curled his fist around the letter as Doran lifted his head from the pile of missives from far-off Lords from the east coast of Dorne, keeping him abreast of any movement or changes in scheme they needed to employ. “Oberyn?”

“Myrcella and her guards washed up in Blackwater Bay.”

“And the Lannisters think we had a hand in it?”

“According to Olenna Tyrell, yes; Cersei thinks we killed Myrcella and she wants all of our heads on spikes.” Oberyn threw the remnants of the warning onto the table with a snarl.

While Y/N knew she would pray for the little princess’ soul to be carried off into the Seven Heavens when she was alone that night, her mind quickly turned toward how they would deal with this newest development. “They must have sailed near the Stepstones. Pirates and raiders-"

“The Lions do not care for logic, my moonlight. They have deemed us guilty.”

Her gut churned. She wanted blood, yes. But not Myrcella’s—not the innocent.

Before any other arguments or plans could be made��the door burst open and Elia was careening into the room, out of breath and dark eyes wild. “Ships! Greyjoy and Stark banners!”

Y/N scarcely recalled leaping up the stairs or dashing through the fortress and out into the dying sunlight to see the ships on the horizon—swathes of grey fabric and black wood rising from the waves like the Deep Ones of legend. Small tenders were already in the sea and rowing toward the shore. One of them had tied a bit of white fabric to their bow.

“Should we trust them?” Y/N asked.

Oberyn, at her back, sighed. “The Starks have not betrayed us yet. Remains to be seen with the Greyjoys.”

**

The fortress was abuzz with movement as the Northmen settled into their temporary lodging Sunspear was providing (the Ironborn loudly voiced that they’d rather row back out to their ships for rest). Battle plans were being drawn and redrawn. Alliances and promises made.

Y/N learned that after the Boltons had tortured and killed Theon as they took over Winterfell, Yara sent a raven to Robb. He would help her claim the throne of the Iron Islands against the claim of her uncle, Euron, in exchange for drawing the Boltons out beyond Winterfell’s walls so Robb’s men could attack them from behind and finally reclaim Winterfell and wipe out the Bolton line. They both had vengeance with the act and gained an ally.

The North was once again under the rule of House Stark. But Y/N could not delight in that bit of happy news as word was sent that Yara Greyjoy required a private audience with Y/N.

Daemon rowed her out to the Black Wind and promised to stay until she personally told him to go or she came back out to the tender to be taken back to Sunspear. “I would not have you languishing with the Ironborn longer than necessary, my lady,” he muttered before a rope ladder was thrown down.

As she reached the deck of the ship, several of the crew looked her up and down. She caught whispers of “the Mountain” and “princess” before she was led below deck by a man with a salt-and-pepper beard and cold, green eyes. He knocked twice on a sea-weathered door before a gruff, feminine voice called to let him in.

Y/N stepped inside and tried not to wrinkle her nose at the smell. It reeked of old hay and excrement—probably a holding cell. Yara was waiting, standing under the single beam of light the room had and holding a chain in her hands. It snaked across the hay-strewn floor and disappeared into a dark corner. This was the first time Y/N had come in contact with Yara Greyjoy—but her reputation obviously preceded her and was well earned. The smirk she had splitting her face was enough to warrant the rumors of callous humor and bloodthirsty nature.

“Ah, you’ve come. Perhaps you can get something out of him before I rip his tongue out. We caught him just off the Stepstones, trying to hide his hideous face under a hood.” She pulled at the end of a chain. The metal links seemed to sing as she continued to yank until the prisoner stepped into her line of sight.

Y/N nearly balked at the sight. “Lord Tyrion. A surprise to be sure.”

Tyrion looked no worse than he did all that time ago in the Water Gardens but his limbs were now all encased in heavy steel and his hair was a little more unkempt. “My lady.” He even bowed a bit.

“The Imp refuses to speak to anyone but you,” Yara said as she stepped forward to hand Y/N the end of the chain with a curled frown. “Was this the one you were intended to marry?”

Y/N bristled but was unsurprised that Yara knew of the Lannisters’ plot. All of Dorne seemed to know it, too. “It was Tywin, actually. His father.”

Yara sneered. “I guess the old lion does still have a cock.” She then left without another word and the door closed loudly behind her.

With a sigh, Y/N set down the chain and wiped her hands on her skirts. “Why have you asked for me, Lord Tyrion? Prince Oberyn or Doran would be the only ones to grant you more comfortable accommodations in exchange for information.”

Tyrion shook his head. “I do not trust them, just as they do not trust me.”

Y/N hummed. “I am surprised they kept you alive at all. The last time you were in the company of Starks, you were accused to trying to murder Bran and only survived Catelyn’s wrath by the gods’ grace and the help of a sellsword.”

“It was more the sellsword than the grace of the gods, my lady, I assure you. But it was under Robb’s instruction that the Ironborn did not tie me to the front of their ship to be pecked to death by gulls.” He pursed his lips. “I was nearly to Essos when my ship was blown out of the water and I was scooped up like some dead fish.”

“Then perhaps you should consider it luck that they found you and not your sister. She wants you dead. Robb wants leverage.”

“If you had counseled your dear king, he would have known that I will hold no leverage as a hostage. They would prefer me dead.”

Y/N paused for a moment, thoughts stirring in her mind. “You asked me here for a reason, Lord Tyrion. And it is not because you fear me the least. What is it you’re offering?”

Something crossed Tyrion’s face then. It was almost a smile. “You would have made a fearsome Lady of the Rock, you know.” But as quickly as it came, it disappeared. “Tell me, are the rumors of Myrcella-”

“Dorne had nothing to do with it. Doran and Oberyn may not care for your family but they do not kill children. They know the ache of the loss of a child.”

Tears gathered in Tyrion’s eyes and tracked down his dirty cheeks. “She was good and gentle.”

“She was,” Y/N said softly. “And I am sorry that the gods have called her home so soon. But we need your help to see this through. You have my word that Tommen will not be harmed when we take King’s Landing.”

Oberyn and Ellaria were waiting for her when she stepped back onto shore hours later. Y/N had slips of parchment crumpled in her hand and streaks of ink staining her fingers and across her cheek. “Is Sarella still in Oldtown?”

**

“You cannot believe him!” Robb snarled.

Y/N pivoted in her seat to glare at him, uncaring of the other lords and soldiers in the room. “What cause does he have to lie?”

“He is a Lannister!”

“He is hated by his family. They tried to kill him.”

Robb’s face continued to contort in rage as he stood from his seat, fist slamming against the wood of the table. But whatever words he had wanted to say stilled in his throat as Oberyn stood from his seat, too. Oberyn said nothing as he loomed at Y/N’s back. He did not move his hand to the pommel of his sword but the promise of violence was not missed.

The King in the North seemed to swallow his pride at the quiet show of strength but did not sit down. “There is no way to see if this is not a trap.”

And that was when Y/N had a smirk of her own, pulled the rolled missive, stamped with the seal of the Citadel, from the folds of her dress and unfurled it on the table. “Tyrion’s claims of the cisterns and drains of Casterly Rock have been verified, as have the rumors of Wildfire under the whole of King’s Landing.” She pushed the parchment toward Robb and watched his face as he read Sarella’s handwriting. Her findings had given Y/N hope that this war could be won without an unending number of battles. Less bloodshed. Fewer dead Dornishmen. Fewer families without sons and husbands and brothers. Tyrion had told her of how he used to smuggle his favorite girls in and out of his rooms by the way of the drains of Casterly Rock and how that flaw in the Lannisters’ fortress could be exploited and allow for an outside naval force to sack his ancestral home. He’d provided crude drawings of how the tunnels curved and turned from the cliffside up to the balustrades and towers. Tyrion’s placement of the wildfire under the capital were less precise but still damning.

“And what does The Imp want in return for this information?”

“He wants to be set free-” There was an immediate and expected uproar from the Northmen and Ironborn and a handful of the Dornish lords and ladies but Y/N pressed on. “-to live in Essos with little Tommen when this is over.”

Robb held up his hand and quieted the rabble as his lips pressed into a thin line. “We will need scouts in the Westerlands to know of any movement of their armies.”

Lady Maege Mormont, pallid face red with the heat and slicked with sweat, suddenly moved her dark eyes to Y/N and the Dornish prince at her back. “The Riverlands armies are still waiting for command.”

“The Riverlands have not declared to King Robb’s cause aside from a handful of men who still hold Riverrun,” gruffed an Ironborn who tried to hold Oberyn’s gaze but quickly wilted under the Prince’s unwavering stare.

“That is inaccurate,” Robb said, voice cutting through the room’s din without effort. “There is still a small battalion of men loyal to Brynden Tully waiting for a command just outside Pinkmaiden. It would be a sufficient number.”

Oberyn’s warm hand reached down to gently grasp her shoulder and squeeze. A quiet show of support. “Why have they not joined you in Dorne?” Y/N asked, voice steady.

That was when Robb finally sat again and he tried to look her in the eye but failed and glanced down at the maps in front of him. “Your father was waiting for my command to take the Golden Tooth.”

Y/N nodded. He had never made it to Pinkmaiden.

And everyone in the room knew it.

But Y/N’s face did not move and Oberyn’s steadying hand did not falter in its grounding warmth. “Then it seems you have your scouts.”

The meeting continued on into the night and only adjourned when Lord Stonehouse let out a snore, slumped over his plate of half-eaten supper. Y/N wrapped a bit of chicken into her napkin and set out on her own after kissing Oberyn’s cheek before he went to Doran’s side.

She was…exhausted. But, she still sought out the one frivolous activity she would allow herself. Grey Wind, Robb’s hulking direwolf, was curled on the cool marble of the grand hall and lifted his large head when he heard her approach. Ned had told her stories of direwolves during her time at Winterfell and she, a bit childishly, wanted to see one as close as she could manage. Y/N unwrapped the chicken and held out to him with a small smile that grew only a fraction bigger when it was quickly devoured and her fingers were licked clean, too. The direwolf sniffed at her hand for a little longer before pressing his head against her palm, wanting to be pet. And that almost made her laugh, this giant animal who unnerved most others he encountered was gently asking to be scratched behind the ears. (Robb had grumbled his acceptance of Grey Wind not being present in the war room because of how uncomfortable it made some of the lords and ladies of Dorne.)

“You’re just a big pup, aren’t you?”

Grey Wind whined, offended.

“My lady?” Daisy’s voice rung out in the hall and Y/N quickly gave a handful more scratches before trying to find her handmaiden. When she did, Daisy explained that Ellaria had requested Daisy get Y/N “in bed with no distractions!” when she heard the meeting had been adjourned early. So, she let Daisy lead her back to her chambers with a sigh and fuss for a moment or two before she helped her out of her clothes and into her silken nightgown with a small smile. “I feel like I have not truly spoken with you in ages, my lady.”

“I apologize, Daisy.”

“Think nothing of it. I know your heart and mind are occupied.” When she finished, Daisy lingered at her back with a nervous expression. “I know it is not my place-”

“You are my friend, Daisy. Speak freely.” She turned to softly squeeze at Daisy’s fingers before dropping her hands back into her lap.

“I worry about you. And I know others do as well.”

“I am going to sleep-”

“It is not your lack of sleep that disturbs me, Y/N. You…you are not yourself. For as long as I have known you, you have worn your heart on your sleeve. Only tucking it away when you think someone will betray you. I know your heart is broken. Let it be broken. A heart that bleeds alone still bleeds. It is easier to bear with someone at your side.”

Y/N frowned. “You are with me-”

Disappointment colored Daisy’s face as she sighed, cutting off Y/N’s words. “I know you are not this stupid, Y/N. You know exactly what I mean.”

And that poked at the festering wound Y/N had tried to seal over with brick and steel in the cavity of her chest. “When this is over, I will… I will mourn as I should. It would be selfish to do it now.”

Daisy clicked her tongue with a shake of her head. “I have been told that war makes animals of men but I did not think it would make your heart stone. It is not selfish to love your father. It is not selfish to feel.” Before Y/N could even come up with some sort of rebuttal, her friend was striding toward the door and pulling it open. “Sleep, Y/N.” And then she was gone.

But Y/N did not sleep. She sat on her bed and listened to the night’s chatter die down as time slipped by. The fortress grew dark as only the necessary torches were kept aflame. The stars glittered in the moonless sky. Even as her body yearned for rest, she could not sleep.

All she could do was stare out to the sea.

But then she was moving. Slipping off her bed and slinking out of the fortress, wordlessly passing the stationed guards who made no move to stop her but watched her with careful, curious eyes.

“All rivers lead to the sea.” The words were murmured but felt like a rock had dislodged itself from the recesses of her lungs.

Cool marble gave way to paved stone and then to cold, wet sand she let squish between her toes as she walked closer to the sea’s edge. The water was calm. Gentle waves shimmered in starlight and lapped against the shore. She let the cool water splash against her ankles before she discarded her dressing gown. She took one step, then another, another, and another until she was treading open water in just her chemise, feeling the wet fabric glide around her in the water like a curious, silken fish. She dove beneath the waves to feel the chill and rhythm of the sea settle in her bones. For a moment, she wondered if she could spend forever at the bottom of the sea, looking up at the stars through the clear water, weighed down by pebbles sewn into her pockets. But when her lungs started to burn, she rose to the surface slowly and pulled in a deep breath of warm night air as she crested like a leviathan.

Y/N had always been a strong swimmer. Edmure had once joked that she was truly part trout when she would spend hot days swimming against the current of the waters around Riverrun. But she did not want to swim tonight. She wanted to simply feel the water on her skin. To feel the waves beat in time with her heart. To know that the water would always have a place for her.

Her legs stopped pumping and she let them rise to the surface and she floated atop the waves like a wash of seafoam.

The stars were shining above her in their celestial beds, bright and welcoming even as drops of salted water managed to sting at her eyes. She followed the lines of the constellations she knew by heart and licked the salt from her lips.

With each wave, she knew the shore grew closer. She could let herself mourn until then, let the salt of her tears finally meet the salt of the water. She could let herself cry here, mourn here, in the water that welcomed her family home.

They came slowly and then all at once. Great, heaving sobs shook her entire body and nearly took her under as water filled her mouth when she let out a wail—the sounds wrenching themselves free from their hiding places within her tired soul. She cried and sobbed and wept. For her father. Her mother. For Ned and Catelyn. For Rickon and Bran and Hoster. Finally letting herself feel something for longer than a few stolen minutes. Y/N barely registered the arms wrapping around her shoulders and under her knees, the grip keeping her head safely above water.

It wasn’t until the tears ebbed enough to clear her vision that she saw Oberyn standing in the water, cradling her weightless form against the waves. His features were soft in the starlight and he said nothing as her sobs came again and she curled further into his grip.

He let her cry until she was spent and then walked her closer to the shore and helped her stand.

Ellaria was waiting just outside the sea’s reach with a stack of linen towels neatly folded near her feet. She plucked one from the pile and wordlessly started to dry Y/N off with a gentle touch before wrapping another around her shoulders. Oberyn slung one around his damp breeches then leaned forward to press a kiss against Ellaria’s temple, lingering for a moment, before doing the same to Y/N.

“The night is losing its battle with dawn, my loves. We must sleep,” Ellaria said, reaching out to tighten the towel around Y/N’s shoulders.

Y/N nodded, beyond exhausted. But her heart felt the smallest fraction lighter. And perhaps it was not the end of her grieving—it was just the start. But she knew it was a step forward. When Ellaria pushed her into the warm silk and linen sheets of her and Oberyn’s bed and then climbed over her to settle like another blanket, Y/N knew she would finally sleep. Peacefully. Oberyn climbed in after them and murmured soft ‘sleep, my darlings. We will speak in the morning’ into their skin and snuffed out the single candle on the bedside table. One hand brushed against Ellaria’s back as his other brought Y/N’s palm up to his lips to breathe in the lingering scent of salt and water as his eyes closed. Oh yes, she could sleep for eternity if they just held her like this for a little longer.

And the sound of the water, ever-present and ever-moving, lulled them into a quiet, deep sleep.

**

Morning came sooner rather than later and Y/N woke to Oberyn pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder, fingers sliding under the thin strap of her chemise to revel in her soft skin. Much like Ellaria had the night before, he was lounging across Y/N’s back, weight pressing her into the featherbed with a comforting pressure. Ellaria was sitting up, held up by her elbow to look down at her with a soft smile.

It was something Y/N could get used to seeing every morning. She breathed for a few moments, simply wondering in how quiet the room was, how gentle Oberyn and Ellaria were with her. Briefly, she thought of how her life had changed since she had sent that first raven to Dorne. Being this comfortable, wrapped in blankets that did not belong to her, in the arms of not one but two people she was not married to—the scandal of it all. It was a soft sort of loveliness, even with the hurt of her loss. It seemed the water and the forgiving touch of the couple she loved had given Y/N her soul back; fractured and hurt. But hers once again.

“How are you, my moonlight?” He asked, voice quiet in the still of the room.

“I think I will carry this ache until my soul leaves to join whichever of the Seven Heavens the gods deem fit for me. But I know it will be easier to bear with time. Just as it was with my mother. Knowing they are together again gives me a small bit of happiness.” Y/N tapped at his thigh so she could turn to face him, letting her fingers trail through his hair when he laid his cheek against her stomach as they once again settled in the mess of blankets. A handful of grey strands pulled her attention as she let her nails gently scratch against his scalp, gaining a soft groan in return. “Thank you for last night. You… you both seem to know what I require before I even speak.”

Oberyn looked up at her, dark eyes warm but sad. “We each have had our own brushes with loss, my moonlight.” He paused. “We watched you close yourself off to everything aside from the coming war. Your eyes did not sparkle. You did not laugh. We had you, could touch you, feel the warmth of your skin. But you were lost to us.”

Ellaria hummed her agreement and reached over to let her fingers roam across her exposed collarbone and the corner of her mouth tilted up when she heard the next breath catch in Y/N’s throat.

“It was never my intention-”

“You have spent too long in places where you cannot feel. You have swallowed your pride and anger and joy and grief in order to survive.” Ellaria said, fingers continuing to trail, burning her in their wake. “That is not how we live here, that is not the life we want for you.”

Y/N pushed out a long breath and let her hands drop to the back of Oberyn’s head, twisting the black and grey locks around her fingers without thought. “What is the life you want for me?”

Oberyn suddenly moved. His hands planting on either side of her shoulders to loom over her like some beautiful, terrible heavenly body. Her legs parted as he moved, cradling his hips with her thighs. “We want you to live, my moonlight. To live freely. Without restraint.”

“We want you to be angry, to be sad, to be joyful—to feel,” Ellaria said, hooking her fingers under Y/N’s chin to make Y/N look at her. “We want you to feel.”

They spoke of their hurts and anger, of their happiness and triumphs as the sun started to rise. “But none of it means anything if you do not feel it.” Oberyn leaned down to steal a kiss and sighed against her mouth as she lifted a hand to slide against his side, delighting in how he shivered. “We want you to take the day. Do not attend the meetings. Do not go to the training yards. Sleep. Pray if it helps your heart. Eat something. Speak with Sansa and Arya. Let yourself feel.” He kissed her again before Ellaria stole another, too. But they eventually all made their way out of the haven of their soft blankets and dressed unhurriedly to meet the day.

“Join me for lunch. The little ones miss you,” Ellaria said, catching Y/N’s hand before she left.

“I will find you,” Y/N promised with a squeeze to her wrist before setting off to find Sansa.

The day passed smoothly, for the most part. She let herself cry again when she spoke with Sansa and joined Grey Wind and Arya in the sea before setting off to join Ellaria and the younger Sand Snakes for lunch as promised. The afternoon was filled with a trip to Sunspear’s sept for prayer and speaking with Daisy. No plans for battle. No talk of alliances. It was not all her heart needed to heal from her loss. But it was another step toward acceptance. As night descended on Dorne, she was rewrapping the leather binding on the handle of Dorea’s Morningstar, having nearly stepped on it when she was walking back to her chambers. The leather had been ripped and torn under Dorea’s exuberant thrashing and Y/N had a bit of leather to spare, not minding to part with it. Oberyn found her as she finished and smiled as she, a little bashfully, showed him her work.

“She will love it,” he said with a warm smile and tired eyes.

Oberyn led her toward Dorea’s chambers and they found Ellaria asleep in Dorea’s bed with a book of fairytales from the Riverlands opened on their laps. Oberyn only tiptoed in for a moment to press a kiss to his paramour and daughter’s cheeks. Y/N had followed to carefully pull the book away and set it on the bedside table and made sure that the blankets covered the pair, tucking them into bed against the sea-scented night air. She placed the Morningstar atop a table before they both slipped out.

“She must have had a nightmare. She rarely lets us leave her bed if some sort of monster has creeped its way into her mind,” Oberyn said softly as he closed the door.

“Does she have nightmares often?” Y/N asked.

“They come and go, as it is with all children.” He grasped her hand and pressed a kiss to her fingers with a tired smile. “You will see when you have babes of your own.”

“You want more children?” She asked, head filling with something other than plans for war for a brief moment.

Oberyn’s smile widened and he pressed a hand over her stomach, fingers splaying. “I want as many children as you desire to give me.”

Something playful and teasing and almost unfamiliar bubbled in her chest and she smiled and covered his hand with hers. “Oh, I see. You’ve seduced me in some attempt to fill these halls with little Martells. You have no love for me—just my ability to give you more heirs.” She even laughed, quiet in the hall.

But Oberyn did not smile now and his fingers curled into the fabric of her dress and yanked her close. The heat of his body enveloped her instantly and the burn of his gaze struck at her heart. “Do not say such things.”

“It was-”

“I love you, my moonlight. Even in jest, I will not have you speak of yourself that way.” He released his grip on her dress to gently hold her face in his roughened hands and swept his thumbs across her cheeks. “But it is good to hear you laugh again. I have missed the sound.”

Y/N nearly melted into his grip with a soft sigh and closed her eyes to savor his touch a little more. But then her mind started to wander, back to when she was still untouched by war and courtly politics. “I’ve always wanted one or two.”

He leaned forward to press his head against hers and Y/N could feel him smile as he kissed her forehead. “I can give you that.”

“I want them to have your eyes and good heart.”

Oberyn chuckled and then wrapped his arms around her, dragging her a little closer. “As long as they are healthy, my moonlight, I will be happy.”

And as she curled beneath her blankets that night, mouth still tingling from the kiss Oberyn left her with, she thought of little Loreza and Dorea trying to teach two little ones how to read on the shore as the Dornish sun warmed their skin.

And the thought carried over to her dreams where Oberyn crooned in her ear some lullaby she couldn’t place, a babe in his arms.

**

“Could you throw one more?” Y/N asked.

The young squire chuckled and nodded, pulling another bruised blood-orange from the pile collected from the groves and threw it into the air. Y/N quickly pulled back the bow’s string and loosed another arrow. It soared through the early morning air and pierced the skin of the orange and ripped through before it sunk into the target. It lined up almost perfectly with the six other speared blood-oranges on the target, dripping red-pink juice across the wood.

Y/N waved off the squire moving to clean off the target and said she didn’t mind the work. “I am sure I have kept you from your duties for far too long.”

“It is a pleasure to serve, Princess. You are a formidable archer.”

“Flatterer,” Y/N mused and watched the squire try to hide a shy smile before bowing and dismissing himself. She carefully pulled the arrows from the target and licked the juice from the tips and threw the discarded oranges out into the garden to let them feed the soil. It was still too early for most others to come to the courtyard to train. The last handful of days had seen most of the Dornish armies leave Sunspear to relieve the sorties at the border and to lead an incursion into the Stormlands.

A sudden noise had her turning and ready to nock another arrow. But it was just Robb, still haggard from sleep, with Grey Wind trailing beside him. The pair stared at each other for a moment and Y/N had to will herself to loosen her grip on the bow and carefully place the sticky arrows back into a pile. Robb approached her slowly. Much slower than Grey Wind who nosed at her leather breeches before letting out a low rumble as her gloved hand found the spot behind his left ear he loved having scratched.

“We have not spoken properly, cousin.” His mouth opened and closed twice. “I have missed you,” was all he managed.

Y/N nodded. She did miss him, too. “We are a long way from Winterfell.”

Robb’s smile was small but sincere. He took a step closer. And then another. And then his arms were wrapping around her and pulling her to his chest in a tight hug. Y/N’s arms wrapped around him tightly without a thought or care. Tears gathered in her eyes and she quickly shut them in a half-hearted attempt to keep them at bay. But then she was holding him in earnest and remembering how he and Jon would laugh in the Wolf’s Wood and string blue roses behind her ears with dirty fingers and would always make her smile whenever they could. It was so strange to see him now, the burden of a bloody crown on his head and scars littering his skin. It was strange that the boy she knew, full of smiles and fond of laughter, was now so quiet and serious.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

The tears were coming in earnest now and she felt Robb’s own trickling onto the shoulder of her tunic.

“You saved Sansa. Arya. You kept them alive and I repaid you with your father-”

“Don’t say it,” she said, biting back a whimper. “Do not say it.”

He held her tighter. And she tightened her hold, too.

“What happened to us, Stark?” She whispered.

The claimant king shuddered in her grip, the tears continuing their descent. “I do not know.”

And the pair held each other for a little longer until they heard other guards and soldiers approaching the training ground. Y/N stepped back first and noticed the sadness in his eyes but he blinked and turned his head and it was gone. The careful mask of kinghood was back in place. “I did come to speak to you of something else, Lady Tully. If you would permit me a moment of your time.”

She nodded, her own mask upon her face, too, and let him lead her toward a quiet corner of the training grounds with Grey Wind trailing beside them. And with each step, she noticed how Robb seemed to hold his shoulders higher to his ears. “What is it?” Y/N whispered when they finally slowed to a stop, mask slipping.

“Your father’s men want to fight. Riverrun still answers to the name Tully. And you, dear cousin, are the only Tully left alive and out of bondage.” When Y/N was quiet, Robb continued. “We sent the raven to Pinkmaiden—they responded that they wanted a commander. A leader.”

“And you think that I-”

“You are a Tully. You are Brynden Tully’s daughter. You have outmaneuvered the Lannisters at every turn. Who else would I send?”

**

She had kept Robb’s request to lead the Riverlanders’ forces to herself for only a handful of hours, trying to find the words to tell Ellaria and Oberyn. She thought time alone would help her, but all it did was wear on her nerves. A nervous tittering called her attention and she turned to see little Loreza staring at Grey Wind—the direwolf had made it a habit to splash around in the cool water of the Summer Sea at least a few times a day and was currently submerged up to his neck in the water, letting the waves wash over his back.

Y/N smiled despite her heavy heart and walked to Loreza’s side, biting back the question of how she’d managed to evade her Septa’s watchful eye this time. Seeing Loreza so nervous broke her heart a little. She was too young to be so scared. “He’s very big, isn’t he?”

“He’s almost as big as a horse,” the young girl murmured, dark eyes flittering back to the direwolf. “Obella said she saw him eat a man!”

“Obella is just teasing. Grey Wind is gentle—especially to little girls.” Y/N knelt down to Loreza’s level with a smile. “Would you like me to prove it to you?”

Loreza seemed to ponder it for a moment before nodding. Y/N held out a hand for her to take and led her over to the lounging direwolf. She held out her hand for Grey Wind to sniff and quickly lick before she scratched behind his ears. The water was starting to soak through her leathers but she turned to show Loreza how he liked to be scratched.

“Give him your hand, just like I did. Let him smell you.”

Loreza held out a shaking hand toward Grey Wind who sniffed all around before licking a wet strip across her little fingers and Loreza let out a loud giggle at the sensation. Her little dress was floating around her like a pale yellow lily pad.

“See? He likes you.”

Grey Wind continued to nose at Loreza’s arm as she started to run her fingers through his dark fur. “He’s soft!”

“I heard King Robb brushes him every night,” Y/N said with a waggle of her eyebrows. Loreza smiled at that and then let out a surprised squeal when Grey Wind licked at her face. “I think he likes you more than me!”

Loreza finally pulled her other hand from Y/N’s hold and happily pushed her little fingers through Grey Wind’s damp fur. A particularly tall wave washed over them and Loreza laughed as Grey Wind licked the water from her hands. “Would Father let me have a direwolf?”

“Direwolves are of the North, like King Robb and Sansa and Arya. And they are rare there, too.”

The girl pouted at that but did not stop her petting. “Will King Robb let me pet him while he is here?”

Y/N nodded and promised to speak to Robb on her behalf before she noticed a figure standing on the shoreline. “It seems your father has discovered us.”

Loreza looked back at the shore and grimaced. “I did miss my lessons today.”

Y/N urged her gently to find her septa, promising to speak with Oberyn, and watched her dash away through the water toward the sand and dodged her father’s hand as he reached for her with a teasing smile.

Y/N eventually pulled away from Grey Wind and squared her shoulders before pushing against the water toward Oberyn who waited for her.

“It is good to see you with them. You are gentle—but I do think you let them get away with far too many follies.”

Y/N smiled. “Even I missed a lesson or two when I was her age. A little rebellion is good character.”

He shook his head with a soft laugh and pulled her close despite her wet clothes before brushing his lips against her forehead. “I’ve spoken with Doran. He wants me to lead a command of my own into the Crownlands.”

“Oh,” was all she could manage. She knew he was a seasoned commander but the thought of him leaving the safety of Sunspear had not come to her. Perhaps she had deluded herself into thinking he would always be safe.

“And the wolf king has told me of his plans for you.” Oberyn looked at her and she held his gaze, even as she felt his sigh against her wet skin. Slowly, far too slowly for her liking, he reached up to hold her cheeks in his hands. “Do you truly mean to lead them? If this is the wolf king pressing you-”

“I have to, my prince. Robb or not.”

“Does your honor demand it?” He asked, almost teasing. But his tone lacked its usual warmth.

“It does.” Y/N reached up to cover his hands with hers and keep him close, half-scared that he would walk away, too. “Just as yours requires you to do the same.”

The pair was quiet for a moment, only the sound of the waves against the sand to listen to as time stretched on. Oberyn was looking at her, truly looking at her all the while and it was the sadness and resignation in his eyes that dug straight through her heart. He kissed her softly without a word before stepping back. “I would have you safe.”

And Y/N wanted to ask what he meant but he grasped at her hand and led her without a word toward the armory. “She is an archer, she needs to be able to move,” Oberyn said as he started to dig through the careful stacks of pieces of armor and accoutrements the blacksmith had forged for the Dornish forces. He quickly found pieces of light armor; shining mail, vambraces and pauldrons stamped with Martell suns, a light cuirass which would fit her feminine form. And as she gathered all of her armor to her chest, equal parts excited and anxious, she watched Oberyn turn to her. His dark eyes held some secret sentiment. Sad and proud and something else she could not place.

When they found Ellaria, she seemed to already know their news. “Oh, my two warriors.” And then she was gathering them close and lathing slow kisses against their lips and pushing them onto the bed. “Just let me have tonight, my loves. Just tonight before the Realm rips you away from me.”

And there was nothing carnal in the way they all burrowed under the blankets as the sliver of the moon rose or the way hands roamed and lips parted with gentle sighs. It was just love, simple and soft.

**

The younger Sand Snakes filtered into her rooms throughout the afternoon to watch Y/N pack away the essentials, just enough to fill two small saddlebags. Dorea tried to give Y/N her beloved Morningstar, “to keep you safe!” but Y/N quickly and gently pushed it back into the young girl’s hands. “You have to keep your mother safe until your father and I return. You cannot do that if I have your Morningstar, right?”

Elia sniffed at that and suspiciously turned her head away.

“And your sister, Elia, she will protect you," Y/N said, acknowledging Elia's pain without making it a point of conversation. Elia did not like to dwell on emotion.

It earned another sniff and a curt, “don’t die. I like having you around.” ("I do, too!" Dorea added.)

Nymeria and Tyene arrived soon after with words of encouragement and two matching vials of poison. “Just in case! Father likes to slick his blades with it. Perhaps you could dip a few of your arrows?” And that spoke volumes, at least to Y/N, about how they cared for her in their own way.

But Sansa was near tears despite the steadiness of her voice as she let herself into Y/N’s chambers. “Must you go? It feels like I've just had you return.”

“You know I must, little one. Robb’s asked it of me and I know you would do the same if Winterfell was still under Bolton colors.” Y/N reached out and pulled the redhead into a familiar hold and said nothing when she felt tears start to wet the fabric of her tunic. “But I will come ba-”

“Don’t say that. Don’t say something you cannot know to be true.”

Y/N pulled back and grasped at Sansa’s chin. “I am coming back. The Stranger themselves could not stop me.”

Sansa nodded with a watery hiccup and pulled her close for another hug before there was a knock at the door. Y/N kissed Sansa’s forehead before calling out a welcome to whomever it was. Ellaria stepped in, a roll tucked under her arm and Sansa quickly excused herself and shut the door tight on her way out.

Ellaria was quiet for a moment before she walked to Y/N’s side. There was a quietness to her features now but tears still pooled in her beautiful eyes. She pressed a kiss against her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, before touching her lips to hers in a soft, reverent kiss that tasted like citrus and salt. She sniffled just once as she pulled back and she handed the bundle to Y/N with a single wobble of her chin.

Y/N unwrapped it and marveled as more and more of the gift was revealed. The bow was black, darker than night and stronger than steel. It was dragonbone. A rare prize indeed.

“Father said it was one of the smaller bones from Meraxes. It was meant,” she had to clear her throat. “I meant to give it to you as a wedding gift. But I would rather you have it now. I know your aim will be true.”

Y/N quickly set the bow down on the bed and pulled Ellaria close without a word, trying to somehow convey the hope that she would return through the touch alone instead of words she knew would fail. “I love you,” was the only phrase she dared whisper. I love you. I love you. I love you.

When dawn broke the next morning two Northmen Robb entrusted with her care were waiting for her at the stables. Qēlos nuzzled into her palm as the mare's tack was secured and Y/N smuggled her an apple to devour as she swung up into the saddle. Y/N was finishing saying goodbye to a tearful Sansa when Ellaria and Oberyn appeared at the stables. Oberyn was already dressed in his light armor and Ellaria had donned a fauld of four lame across her waist. A little armor of her own. Everyone around them seemed to understand the need for privacy and quickly vacated the area or decidedly avoided pointing their gazes toward them.

“We will not try to dissuade you. Your wrath is justified and glorious.” His hands reached up to cover hers on the reins. The warmth slowed the wild beating of her heart just a fraction. “But we will ask that you do not forget us.”

Y/N’s poor heart leapt into her throat and she hurried to move her grip, pulling Oberyn’s hands up to her mouth to press a kiss against his knuckles. “The gods themselves could not take you from my mind or heart, my prince. I will see you again when this is over, when the Lions are dead and the Realm can have peace.”

Oberyn untangled his hands from hers only to grasp the back of her head to kiss her, artfully stealing the air from her lungs with ease as his mouth moved against hers in slow, unyielding ministrations. As he pulled back, he pressed another kiss to her forehead, breathing in the scent of her hair for a moment before releasing her. His fingers trailed down her arms to tighten the lacings of her vambrace. “Then I shall see you again, my moonlight.”

Ellaria was quiet but kissed her soundly. “Come back,” was all she said.

“I will,” Y/N whispered in return.

And then they were off. Y/N looked back at the gates of Sunspear after every new turn on the road, watching it grow smaller and smaller. The Northmen offered no words but did give sympathetic smiles after they caught her sad expression.

But then there was a thundering of hooves against the sand-covered road and Obara was at her side in a moment, dressed for battle and saddlebags packed. “You will not fight alone, Little Fish.”

And then Arya, on a horse that was definitely not hers, was galloping to her side, too. “I’m coming, too!”

Y/N knew she should tell them no. Send them back to Sunspear and Oberyn and Robb and Safety. But one look at their determined faces left her sighing. “Your father and brother are going to kill me, you know.”

“Don’t worry, Princess,” Obara said with a smirk. “I’ll protect you.”

A/N: Please let me know what you guys think! I really appreciate it. :)

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[jamesfleamont]

Top 5 Indian foods, top 5 asoiaf characters, top 5 asoiaf ships

indian food: 

1. dosa is the key to my heart2. mutton cukka varuval 3. lamb biryani4. tandoori chicken5. I don’t know if there’s a specific name for it but amma always called it Kerala Fish Fry but it’s pretty good

asoiaf characters: 

1. Elia Martell2. Arianne Martell3. Catelyn Tully Stark4. Sansa Stark5. Sand Snakes, all of them5.5. Robb, Bran, Quentyn, Margaery, sometimes Jaime 

ships: 

1. Elia x Arthur2. Rhaenys x Robb3. Ned x Catelyn 4. Arianne x Daemon5. Rhaegar x Robert’s hammer 

[asoiafrarepairs]

Hey, I love this blog! Just wondering, if you guys have capacity, it would be really interesting to see a list of all the rarepairs you've collected so far, together with how many fics they've got on AO3!

We were way too curious to know the numbers not to do this! 

So far, we’ve received 478 prompts for 230 different ships for over 100 different characters. …That’s a lot.

All the ships are listed below the cut along with their current fic count on ao3.

Aegon x Arya x Rhaenys —0Aegon x Arianne x Arya — 2Aegon x Arya — 187Aegon x Jon — 35Aeron x Euron — 11Allyria Dayne x Robb — 2Alys x Jon — 30Alyse x Doran — 0Alyse x Mellario — 0Andrey x Quentyn — 0Argella x Orys — 33Arianne x Arya — 2Arianne x Arya x Myrcella — 5Arianne x Asha — 5Arianne x Daemon Sand — 7Arianne x Jaime — 3Arianne x Myrcella — 4Arianne x Sansa — 7Arianne x Tyene — 7Arianne x Viserys — 40Arthur x Cersei — 1Arthur x Elia — 99Arthur x Elia x Lyanna — 0Arthur x Lyanna — 73Arya Flint x Rodrik Stark — 5Arya x Aegon — 188Arya x Aegon x Rhaenys — 0Arya x Asha — 5Arya x Asha x Ellaria — 0Arya x Bran — 10Arya x Brandon — 0Arya x Brandon x Lyanna — 0Arya x Bronn — 3Arya x Brynden Blackwood — 0Arya x Daenerys — 90Arya x Daenerys x Rhaegar — 0Arya x Domeric — 2Arya x Edmure x Jaime — 0Arya x Edmure x Roslin — 0Arya x Edric Dayne — 55Arya x Edric Storm — 2Arya x Ellaria x Oberyn — 0Arya x Garlan x Willas — 0Arya x Jaime — 49Arya x Jeyne Westerling — 0Arya x Jeyne Westerling x Robb — 0Arya x Joffrey — 0Arya x Jon — 453Arya x Lyanna — 0Arya x Margaery — 9Arya x Margaery x Willas — 0Arya x Myrcella — 20Arya x Oberyn — 4Arya x Oberyn x Quentyn — 0Arya x Petyr — 3Arya x Podrick — 41Arya x Quentyn — 1Arya x Rhaegar — 1Arya x Robb — 23Arya x Robb x Sansa — 1Arya x Robert — 0Arya x Sam — 0Arya x Sansa — 83Arya x Shireen — 19Arya x Theon — 18Arya x Tommen — 31Arya x Trystane — 4Arya x Tywin — 42Arya x Willas — 4Arya x Ygritte — 2Asha x Gysella — 0Asha x Jon — 18Asha x Qarl — 13Asha x Ygritte — 4Ashara x Brandon — 89Ashara x Catelyn — 2Ashara x Elia — 26Baelor Hightower x Elia — 8Benjen x Catelyn — 6Benjen x Jory — 1Bethany Blackwood x Tommen — 1Bran x Myrcella — 13Bran x Shireen — 19Bran x Theon — 3Brandon x Catelyn — 194Brandon x Lyanna — 26Brandon x Rhaella — 0Brienne x Catelyn — 28Brienne x Daenerys x Sansa — 0Brienne x Margaery — 19Brienne x Sansa — 75Brienne x Ygritte — 0Catelyn x Cersei — 38Catelyn x Elia — 0Catelyn x Jaime — 37Catelyn x Jon — 33Catelyn x Lyanna — 5Catelyn x Lysa — 1Catelyn x Roose — 16Catelyn x Theon — 13Cersei x Jon — 22Cersei x Lyanna — 6Cersei x Margaery — 39Cersei x Ned — 92Cersei x Oberyn — 31Cersei x Sansa — 64Cersei x Theon — 5Dacey x Lyanna — 1Dacey x Robb — 45Daenerys x Euron — 4Daenerys x Robb — 86Daenerys x Sansa — 156Daenerys x Sansa x Tyrion — 0Daenerys x Sarella — 0Daenerys x Stannis — 14Daenerys x Theon — 4Daenerys x Theon x Yara — 0Daenerys x Tyrion — 42Davos x Stannis — 306Devan x Shireen — 17Domeric x Loras — 0Domeric x Robb — 4Domeric x Sansa — 19Doran x Rhaella — 2Doran x Sansa — 2Edmure x Robb — 1Edric Dayne x Sansa — 11Edric Storm x Sansa — 7Elia x Jaime — 45Elia x Lyanna — 48Elia x Robert — 6Ellaria x Oberyn x Sansa — 36Euron x Jaime — 2Euron x Robb — 1Euron x Theon — 18Garin x Quentyn — 0Garlan x Leonette — 37Gilly x Sarella — 0Gwyneth x Obella — 0Gwyneth x Quentyn — 4Jacaerys x Unnamed Stark Daughter — 0Jaime x Jon — 30Jaime x Lyanna — 55Jaime x Rhaella — 1Jaime x Robb — 24Jaime x Sansa — 371Jaime x Theon — 5Jaqen x Sansa — 6Jayne x Sarella — 0Jennelyn Fowler x Jeyne Fowler x Nymeria — 0Jeyne Poole x Jon — 4Jeyne Poole x Theon — 123Jeyne W x Robb — 374Jeyne Westerling x Theon — 8Joanna x Tywin — 135Joffrey x Margaery — 160Jon x Margaery — 89Jon x Melisandre — 50Jon x Mya — 5Jon x Myranda Royce — 0Jon x Myrcella — 33Jon x Ned — 9Jon x Night’s King — 8Jon x Oberyn — 10Jon x Rhaegar — 3Jon x Robert — 5Jon x Satin — 92Jon x Shireen — 16Jon x Stannis — 84Jon x Theon — 263Jon x Val — 124Jon x Viserys — 5Jon x Willas — 16Jon Connington x Jon — 0Jon Connington x Robb — 0Jory x Sansa — 3Loras x Margaery — 2Lyanna Mormont x Rickon — 34Lyanna x Lysa — 1Lyanna x Ned — 12Lyanna x Oberyn — 62Lyanna x Robert — 242Lyanna x Sansa — 0Lyanna x Stannis — 7Lysa x Rhaegar — 4Lysa x Sansa — 2Lysa x Stannis — 7Margaery x Ned — 3Margaery x Ramsay — 3Margaery x Rhaenys — 0Margaery x Robb — 339Margaery x Tommen — 57Meera x Robb — 8Melisandre x Sansa — 0Melisandre x Selyse — 42Mya x Sansa — 44Myranda (GOT) x Sansa — 10Myranda Royce x Sansa — 6Myrcella x Sansa — 18Myrcella x Tormund — 1Ned x Robert — 35Obara x Ynys — 0Oberyn x Theon — 0Olyvar Frey x Robb — 0Podrick x Sansa — 75Quentyn x Sansa — 18Ramsay x Sansa — 165Renly x Robb — 5Renly x Sansa — 8Renly x Stannis — 3Rhaella x Tywin — 9Rhaenys x Robb — 34Rhaenys x Theon — 3Rickon x Shireen — 258Rickon x Tommen — 26Robb x Roose — 35Robb x Sansa — 216Robb x Tyrion — 0Ros x Shae — 1Rosey x Sarella — 0Sansa x Stannis — 234Sansa x Theon — 244Sansa x Tormund — 10Sansa x Tyrion — 470Sansa x Tywin — 97Sansa x Viserys — 10Sansa x Willas — 423Theon x Ygritte — 5Val x Ygritte — 3

[ineedminions]

Got a lot of fun Sansa Stark/Daemon Sand recs!

1. 🔒 There Is Room For Love Again by onthesandsofdreams https://archiveofourown.org/works/42690831

2. 🔒 Her Choice by onthesandsofdreams https://archiveofourown.org/works/42072309

3. 50.0392, -5.6580 by ineedminions for Kitsfics https://archiveofourown.org/works/40011279

4. The Perfect Start To Christmas by ineedminions for Kitsfics https://archiveofourown.org/works/52018651

All right y'all, I got a bunch of fun planned for April! I will be posting some rare pair fic recs for Game of Thrones. Most of these will be Sansa pairing fics, but I do have a couple others that I plan on adding too. I don’t necessarily have an order to how I plan to post them, but I do have a lot of pairs. A couple of notes:

I’m defining a rare pair as having 200 or less fics (both complete and incomplete combined) on AO3 as of about today (April 2, 2024). Some of these pairings will be closer to the 200 fics mark, while others may be closer to the 10-40 fics mark.

Each post will have it’s own pairing or theme.

Some of the authors have chosen to have their fics locked unless you have an account on AO3. I will try to indicate those ones that have that as of the time of my list posting with a 🔒 lock emoji by the fic.

If you read and enjoy any of these recs, PLEASE COMMENT on the story. I’m trying to draw more attention to some of these small ships. I write a lot of the pairs I’ll be recommending. I know I love getting comments on my rare-pair ships, especially the ones I didn’t think would get many views or likes.

Please have fun and keep an open mind! You might be surprised to find a ship you didn’t think you’d like or hadn’t thought of before!

[fafictionreader3500]

Chapters: 6/15 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Doran Martell/Sansa Stark, Trystane Martell/Arya Stark Characters: Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Doran Martell, Oberyn Martell, Ellaria Sand, Sand Snakes (ASoIaF), Arianne Martell, Quentyn Martell, Trystane Martell, Daemon Sand, Areo Hotah, Direwolf | Direwolves Additional Tags: Sansa-centric, Lady lives, Dorne, POV Multiple, Arya and Sansa heal in Dorne, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Robb Lives, Catelyn Lives, Escape from King's Landing, Older Man/Younger Woman, No Underage Sex, Minor Character Death, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Canon Relationships, Minor Robb Stark/Margaery Tyrell, Minor Quentyn Martell/Daenerys Targaryen Summary:

Sansa doesn’t give much thought to her soulmark, not until she is trapped in King's Landing and realizes Dorne may just be her only chance at safety.

Fill for the asoiafrarepairs prompt "Sansa x Doran - Soulmate AU where marks appear on the soulmates' wrists when the younger one is born. Sansa is born with Doran's name on her wrist and in Dorne, Sansa's name appears on his."

[ineedminions]

50.0392, -5.6580

She wasn’t sure why her soulmark stayed after the accident. Most soulmarks faded if their soulmate died. But they had both been dead before Sansa was able to be brought back after a minute. Oberyn wasn’t as lucky.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40011279

[ineedminions]

The Stranger Went Down to King's Landing

Chapter 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35415034/chapters/91327438

[ineedminions]

The Stranger Went Down to King's Landing

Sansa meets The Stranger in King's Landing and wins the harp playing contest he begins with higher stakes than just the harp.  

This idea came from the song "The Devil Went Down to Georgia"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35415034