#SanSan Secret Santa

[sansansecretsanta2024]

SanSan Secret Santa 2023 Masterlist

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“Sleigh Ride” by @asa-do-your-thing

“Snowed In” by @britnyintheskywithatardis

“Snow Day” by @fanofbooks49

“Step Into Christmas With Me” by @gefionne

“The Magic We Give” by @kaellecappuccino

Thank you to all participants for completing this year’s gift exchange! Happy Holidays!

[banadraw]

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Secret SanSan 2023

Submission Guidelines

Participants submit six words or short phrases as a prompt by October 21st. The words can be tropes or kinks, descriptors or wishes. We increased the submission by 1 to allow participants to put in something festive or holiday themed along with their filthiest (or sweetest) SanSan desires.

This fandom gift exchange is sex-positive and kink friendly. You are expected to tag your works for common content warnings, including Dead Dove works. We also acknowledge that Your Kink Is Not My Kink And That's Okay.

The six word prompts will be randomly assigned to another creator (sent out by October 28th). You can create a piece of visual or written art to fill the prompt, using at least three of the words - and no pressure, but try to get the festive or holiday tag in if you can. This is a holiday exchange, after all!

For example, Person A might submit: omegaverse, found family, friends-to-lovers, praise kink, cockwarming, gingerbread house. Person B isn't fond of omegaverse and they decide their story isn't long enough to do friends-to-lovers justice. They write a vignette of Sansa cockwarming Sandor while she builds a gingerbread house under Sandor's watchful eye - and he's praising the little bird all the while.

There is no word count minimum or demand for coloring/shading/etc. art. Make a present you would be happy to get, and your giftee is sure to love it!

Completed works should be posted to Ao3 between December 24th and December 31st. An Ao3 Secret SanSan collection is forthcoming. (Coming, hehe.)

If you have questions, you can reach out to theGoodSaltWitch (on discord, twitter, or blsky) or Neleam (discord or tumblr).

[kaellecappuccino]

Ho ho ho! Greetings and hello, it's your SanSan Secret Santa! I got your prompt and am so very excited to work on it! I just had a question about the direction you might like it to go:

"Boss" can have business vibe, so are we feeling modern AU high rise office romance? Or are you open to a different sort of workplace; something with a bit more flavor? (Not that office romance isn't flavorful!) University library, horse farm, department store in the 70s, prosperous multi-state contracting company...the possibilities could be endless.

What interests you most?

Happy holidays!

Hiiiii !!!

So excited to be part of the exchange again this year !

I'm glad you liked my prompt :) I did not really any vibe in mind 🤔 anything you would have fun writing ! If you need a nudge 70 department au always hits the spot ;) I love a good chaotic modern au so feel free to incorporate your favorites character ands own style in it !

Happy holidays to you !!

[spookysansan]

Happy Autumn!

This October I will be hosting a SanSan Halloween Gift Exchange. Similar to the secret santa gift exchange every year, fics will be short and Halloween themed.

Please DM or submit an ask to express interest in the gift exchange.

Happy spooky writing!

[asa-do-your-thing]

Hello, it’s your secret Santa!

I hope you kicked bronchitis’s butt and are feeling better! I’m also hoping that your holiday season hasn’t been too chaotic :) This time of the year always gets a bit crazy for me 😅

I’ve been working on your gift and I’m excited about the challenge of writing a little outside of my comfort zone- ironically, I’ve only written modern au 😂 I hope you have a great week this week, and if you think of anything you’d like to add to the fic, let me know in your reply 😁

❤️ your Secret SanSan Santa!

Hi secret Santa! 🤗 Thank you so much for your kind message, yes, everything is more or less great again 💓 I'm looking forward to the story and hope that canon times aren't giving you a lot of trouble! 🥰

[banadraw]

🎄Clegane Family's Holiday🎄

House Clegane celebrate their first time to have Christmas with babe🎅

For @britnyintheskywithatardis , great to be your Santa this year! your prompts are so good, I have a lot of fun on painting it, hope you will like it😘

It’s my first time join @sansansecretsanta2021 this great event, it' s a very interesting experience, I love it, tysm🥺

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

Her latest wedding had looked like it would end in disaster, when the tall hooded brother had grabbed her and fled. A brief chase followed, but they seemed to have escaped to safety, a cave in the Mountains of the Moon. She was somehow unsurprised to discover the man beneath the hood — though he was surprised when she embraced him in relief. She asked that he hold her chilled hands to warm them, and as the autumn night drew in, Sansa leaned on his shoulder, he put his arm around her, and she slept… despite her odd situation, feeling very content.

A @sansansecretsanta2021 gift for @chikhunchik, whose lovely prompt was “hug, tenderness, only you.” Sorry for the delay, happy holidays, and I hope you enjoy! 🥰 💝 🦋

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[meganfence]

Cookie Dough

During their first holiday season together, Sansa learns Sandor has never tried her favourite Christmas cookie... Something she must rectify immediately.

A holiday fluff filled with cookies, icing and more than just a few dirty dishes.

My @sansansecretsanta2021 prompt from the lovely @redbirdblackdog

[theflirtmeister]

SanSan Secret Santa 2021

for @meganfence + @sansansecretsanta2021

prompt: sansan meets under the mistletoe

ao3 link

“You said this would be a small gathering.” Sansa says in the bathroom of Margaery’s apartment as Margaery meticulously applies her lipstick in the mirror.

“It is a small gathering.” Margaery says, blotting her mouth.

“Half of Westeros is here.” Sansa says, exasperated.

When Margaery said she was having a party, Sansa thought it would just be Margaery and a couple of the other girls over for a Christmas sleepover. She wasn’t expecting everyone that Margaery has ever spoken to, crammed into the apartment, and enough alcohol to sink a ship.

“You need to get your mind off of Joffrey.” Margaery says. “What better way than to make out with a few cute boys at Christmas?”

“There’s not going to be any cute boys here.” Sansa says. “I know everyone here.”

“Podrick’s cute.” Margaery says, and Sansa gives her a look. “Okay, maybe in a confused sad orphan way-“

“That is not a thing!”

“That is a thing!” Margaery says. “You just want to take him home and feed him a three-course meal.”

Sansa laughs. “I’m not into boys like that.”

“What are you into then?” Margaery asks.

Sansa shrugs. “I don’t know. Kind people.”

“You were dating Joffrey.” Margaery reminds her.

“He was kind at first.” Sansa says, and winces.

It’s been three months since they broke up, but Sansa is still on edge at every door slam, and every raised voice.

Margaery places her hand on Sansa’s arm and squeezes tightly. “Hey.” She says softly. “We can just hang out together tonight, okay? We can just chill on the sofa and drink whatever horrible punch that Asha has spiked, and bitch about the other people in the room.”

“Okay.” Sansa says, and Margaery pushes herself up on her tiptoes to kiss Sansa’s forehead.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” Sansa says, and smiles.

*

The party has somehow gained more people by the time that Sansa leaves the bathroom, and she has to push her way through the crowd to even get into the kitchen. It’s a little quieter here, and Sansa pours herself a glass of crimson punch, and then another for Margaery.

“Thirsty?”

Sansa jumps about a foot in the air at Sandor Clegane’s voice, almost spilling the punch over herself. She turns to find him taking up the entire space of the doorway, looking distinctly out of place in Margaery’s home.

“I didn’t realise you’d been invited.” Sansa blurts out without thinking. She’s been trying to cut ties with all members of Joffrey’s family, including Sandor. She’s not entirely sure how the Joffrey/Sandor relationship works, but Sandor was always civil to her, even during the horrible times she doesn’t like to think about.

“I didn’t want to come.” Sandor says. “Tormund forced me, stupid bastard.”

He steps into the room, the door closing shut behind him. Sansa doesn’t know if Sandor and herself have ever been alone together before. She feels awkward, not knowing what to do with her hands, and takes a gulp of punch, eyes watering at the taste of alcohol.

“How... Are you?” Sandor asks slowly, like the words pain him to say.

“I’m fine.” Sansa replies automatically. “How are you?”

Sandor shrugs. “Sick of fucking Christmas.”

“You don’t celebrate?” Sansa asks. She briefly remembers him at the Lannister Christmas parties, but she‘d been focused on other things at the time.

“I don’t care about Christmas.” Sandor replies. “It’s a waste of fucking time and effort.”

“You can’t hate Christmas.” Sansa says, and Sandor snorts.

“I fucking can.”

“That’s like hating fun.” Sansa folds her arms. “Surely there must be some parts you like? The food?”

Sandor lets out a raspy laugh. “Thanks for calling me a fat bastard.”

“I wasn’t!” Sansa protests, ignoring the way that making him laugh makes her feel. “But seriously. There must be something about Christmas you enjoy.”

“Nothing at all.” Sandor says, sounding pleased to be a grinch.

Sansa shakes her head. “You’re missing out on all the best traditions.” She says, picking up her cups to move past him.

“Like what?” Sandor doesn’t move.

“Like carols, and pigs in blankets, and bell ringing, and-“ Sansa looks up at him, and catches sight of something hanging above the doorframe, and her mouth goes dry. “Mistletoe.”

“What?” Sandor follows her gaze and catches sight of the sprig pinned to the wooden beam. “Those cunts.”

Sansa wets her bottom lip with her tongue. “We’re going to have to kiss.”

Sandor splutters in response, for once flummoxed. “We – What are you talking about?”

Sansa sets her cups down onto the kitchen table and takes a deep breath. “Come here.” She says, and Sandor looks at her like she’s insane.

“I’m not kissing you-“ He says, just as Sansa pulls him down by the front of his shirt and kisses him.

He tastes of alcohol and smoke,  but Sansa’s entire body seems to set alight with it as she presses their lips together. His mouth is dry, lips chapped, and when they pull apart for air, they’re both panting slightly.

“Fuck.” Sandor says, out of breath.

“I’m sorry.” Sansa says, “I just-“

Sandor kisses her again, pushing her forward until her back is pressed up against the kitchen counter. Sansa opens her mouth with surprise, and Sandor does something with his tongue that makes her stomach flip.

Her hands slide up underneath his shirt, and she can feel his hot skin against her palms, and she’s never touched anyone like this before, wanting to touch them for the sake of touching. His own hands are on her waist, a gentleness she’s never seen before, and it’s doing something to her that she never knew about before.

Sandor squeezes her hips, and Sansa makes a desperate whining noise, pressing her thighs together. Sandor pulls away, and looks her up and down, and Sansa feels very undignified.

“Why’d it have to be Margaery Tyrell’s fucking kitchen.” He says, voice hoarse. “Why couldn’t it be in a place I could set you down properly.”

Sansa flushes bright crimson at the meaning of his words. “How long have you wanted... this?”

“Since Joffrey brought you home.” Sandor replies, the honesty catching her off guard. “You were too good for him.”

“All that time?” Sansa says, but Sandor doesn’t seem to be listening.

“Probably too good for me too, little Stark bird.” He says, and Sansa takes him by the hand.

“I’m not.” She says. “I’m just Sansa.”

Sandor looks at her, really looks at her, and Sansa feels like her entire body is on display for him to admire. She leads him gently back underneath the mistletoe, and then wraps her arms around his neck to keep him there.

“Merry Christmas.” Sansa says with a teasing smile.

“Fuck off.” Sandor replies, but kisses her soft and slow.

[sansansecretsanta2024]

SanSan Secret Santa 2023

Hello and welcome to this year’s Sansan Secret Santa Gift Exchange! 🎁

Gifts for this exchange will consist of either 1.) a work of visual art OR 2.) a work of fan-fiction.

This year’s requirements will be quite similar to the last gift exchange.

Rules:

For the gift:

Visual art can be classic or digital

Minimum word count for fics is 1k; there is no upper limit

Communication is crucial in this exchange!

Anonymous asks must be open from the beginning of the exchange, so your Secret Santa can reach you.

Please be sure to talk to your giftee in the form of an anon at LEAST once a week to get to know them and see what they like!

Please also be sure to reply to your secret santa when they contact you, using #sansansecretsanta2023

Remember, this gift exchange is just for fun. The holiday season is stressful, so if you wind up not being able to complete a gift to your giftee for whatever reason, please contact me and I will arrange a helper.

Here is the sign-up form

Registration for the gift exchange closes on November 30th.

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[supernovadragoncat]

The Naughty List

Sansa’s mistakes don’t define her, but in her dusty, Midwest town, they’re hard to live down. A foray on the wild side lands her on the naughty list and thirty hours of court-ordered community service. Along with the other small-town delinquents, Sansa is forced to spend her weekends in December as a Christmas elf for the local church. But this year’s Santa has a fearsome reputation and a past to match, not to mention he’s the reigning chief of the Hell Hounds Motorcycle Club. Little does Sansa know he’s had his eye on her from afar and, if he has any say in it, Sansa will land herself on his naughty list too.

Read on AO3

For @kris10tisme. I’m filling in as your Secret Santa for the 2021 SanSan Secret Santa Exchange to fill your amazing prompt—Sansa is taking a very belligerent Sweetrobin to sit on a very crabby Sandor Claus’s lap.

I took some liberties with the prompt, but I hope you enjoy it! Big thanks to @sansansecretsanta2021 for putting this all together!

Happy Holidays! 🖤

[gardakuka]

A Series of Christmas Flavoured Fortunate* Events (2153 words) by gardakuka Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark Characters: Sandor Clegane, Sansa Stark, Jaime Lannister, The Elder Brother (ASoIaF), Stranger (ASoIaF), Davos Seaworth, Tywin Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Myranda Royce, Bronn (ASoIaF) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, romcom, Christmas, New Year, Fluff, Humour, Comedy, supernatural stuff, kind of, London, SanSan Secret Santa 2021, SanSan Secret Santa Summary:

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A very weird week happens in Sandor Clegane's life. Suspiciously enough, it takes place right after the Christmas party at his work, where he mixed too much alcohol and had a heated argument with a certain Sansa Stark from the IT department.

Coincidence? Sandor doesn't think so. He is a gruff materialist and doesn't believe in all sorts of holiday rubbish.

Christmas miracles, however, do happen sometimes.

Just don't tell Sandor about it, he needs to figure things out himself. (and maybe even get a certain happy ending, but that's definitely a subject to reservations)

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 This year, we are starting earlier 🎄🎁🔥

A @sansansecretsanta2021 gift for @twogunrose 🎅

[mad-j-j]

I'll Be Home for Sevenmas

Hello fellow shippers! I am 20 hours late, and I 'm sorry, I thought I'd tidy things faster but this thing got away from me! This is my gift for @ladywynne, who gave me the prompt "I'll be home for Chrismas" for the @sansansecretsanta exchange:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28267068/chapters/69270354

I hope you'll like it!

[8clarify8]

Do You Know Her

THIS IS A SUPER DUPER LATE GIFT TO @deslabe oh my god I’m so sorry it’s so late. This was supposed to be for @sansansecretsanta 

Do you know her? The girl with fire red hair and ice blue eyes? Her smile is sweeter than honey but has a shoulder colder than your own heart. 

Do you know her? The girl that will consume your thoughts? Your waking minutes? Your dreams? 

Do you know her… the girl who will cost you everything?

Tyrion sat with Sandor at the bar, having bought a bottle of whiskey earlier in the evening. The bottle was nearly empty, with the last of it being poured into Sandor’s glass. 

He was buzzed, but Tyrion was wasted. 

“Sansa~!” Tyrion called for the pretty server who grabbed them the bottle in the first place, her little redhead peaked up from behind some patrons farther into the bar and she wove her way around fellow drunk patrons. 

She was nearly to them when one of the men had grabbed her ass, and before Sandor could blink Sansa had pulled her arm back and swung the metal tray she was carrying into the man’s face. 

It sounded like it hurt, and with a vague impression of the man’s face in the tray Sandor would have to think that it did. 

Sansa turned around, flipping her braided red hair back over her shoulder as she tucked the tray back under her arm.

“Yes?” She didn’t hide the irritation in her voice as she approached the two men. 

“Sansa,” Tyrion was falling out of the stool he sit on. “Pleeeasssee. Please get my, uhm-” Tyrion paused as he looked at Sandor. “Friend, another bottle of whiskey.” 

“Coworker.” Sandor rasped out like that was helpful information. Sansa looked Tyrion up and down before her blue eyes slid across to Sandor himself. 

“I can take that bottle to go. Honestly I’m not sure why I’m here.”

Sansa placed her hands over Tyrion’s ears before she turned back to Sandor. 

“It’s because he thinks you’ve got connections to women.” Her tone was tired and no nonsense. 

Sandor raised his eyebrow at her. 

“He does?” 

Sansa looked Sandor over again and then raised her eyebrow. 

“Don’t you?” 

Sandor felt a lump form in his throat. 

“I’m not a child and don’t treat me as such.” Tyrion grabbed Sansa’s hands from his head, holding them gently. “Come home with me tonight, Sansa.” 

She shook her head, lifting her hands from his. But she cracked a secretive smile to Sandor. 

“I won’t go home with you, but…” She trailed off, coming up and placing a chaste kiss to Sandor’s cheek. “You, maybe.” 

Sansa gave a wink to them before slipping off into the crowd once more, disappearing from sight. 

Sandor breathed once she was out of sight, not even realizing he was holding his breath. 

“Do you know her?” Tyrion asked, waving for the bartender that was farther down the bar that may serve them. 

“No, not in the slightest.” Sandor murmured, having to stop himself from trying to find Sansa in the crowd. 

“Well, my friend, I think she wants to know you.” 

Sandor didn’t see Sansa the rest of that night, and he tried to convince himself that he didn’t really have a reason to go to the bar by himself in the following days.

But loneliness is very persuasive, especially in a new city where your only contact is the drunk dwarf from work. 

Rain pattered on the glass, and as Sandor suspected it was slow for a Tuesday night-- but he didn’t know whether or not Sansa would be in tonight.

A part of him of course wanted to see her, that was the whole reason he was here in the first place… but a part of him didn’t want to see her, because she haunted him now. 

He didn’t know why she did. There wasn’t anything in particular that stood out to him about her. 

Her fiery personality that matched her hair, maybe.... Maybe that was it. 

He couldn’t say whether or not he would take a tray to the face by that woman--

“Good to see you again.” Her voice spoke up from in front of him. Sandor lifted his head to see her standing behind the bar, leaning heavily on her arms. She had a white dish towel on her shoulder and what looked like some spills on her shirt. 

“Good to see you too.” He spoke low, his voice graveled like he hadn’t used it all day. She tilted her head more to one side and blinked at him. “Sansa.” 

She smiled easily, and he took it in like he was lost in a desert and she was the sea. 

“I unfortunately don’t know your name.” Sandor swallowed thickly after she said that. 

He didn’t know if he wanted to tell her his name, it felt like a sin to have her say his dirty name. 

“Tyrion only called you coworker, but I don’t think that’s your name.” 

“It’s not,” he felt pitiful with how little he was talking. “It’s Sandor... Sandor Clegane.”

“Sansa Stark.” She brought her hand in front of them, and he looked at it in surprise. 

He took her hand gently in his, afraid that he would break her small hands in his much larger ones.   

“You like brandy, right?” She turned from him, red hair whipping around in the high ponytail she was wearing that night. 

“Yeah.” He didn’t trust himself to speak louder, or even say more. 

“When did you come to town?” Sansa asked as she placed the small glass in front of him, sans rocks. 

He was impressed she remembered the one drink he ordered for himself a few nights ago. 

“A few weeks ago.” He took it and resisted shooting it back, he wanted to savor this one now. 

Sansa raised her eyebrow and drummed her nails on the bar top. 

“I got promoted from out of state to work at the location here running the ground crews.” He sat the glass on the top and pushed it towards her. “Another.” 

“Another?” Sansa smirked at him. Sandor nodded. 

“Aye, another.” 

Sansa continued to raise her eyebrow at him, a smug look on her face as she did not move to grab the bottle. 

“Ah,” Sandor sighed, giving a chuckle. “Please?” 

“There we go,” Sansa grabbed his glass and turned to grab the bottle. She placed the bottle between the two of them and even grabbed another glass for herself. 

“So… Lannisters?” Sansa said as she pushed Sandor’s glass back to him. Sandor hesitated. 

“There’s that much of stigma?” 

Sansa shrugged as she took a large swig from her own glass. She blinked a few times as it burned her throat but she sighed deeply afterwards. 

“Not a stigma, but there’s some… opinions.” She wiped her hands on the towel on her shoulder before moving it to the other side. 

“Seems like you know everyone in town.” Sandor did knock this next one back, setting it firmly on the bar top. 

“I work at the only bar in town in a 50 mile radius. I would be surprised if I didn’t know anyone.” She placed a hand on her hip as she filled his glass again. 

“What’s the story with the Lannisters?” 

Sansa bit her bottom lip lightly, an action Sandor couldn’t help but notice. 

“I used to date one the Lannister spawns, was briefly engaged, got into a knock down fist fight and more or less I have house arrest for the next few years.” 

Sandor blinked, eyeing the scar on her cheek. 

“Is that where…” he gestured to her cheek. Sansa nodded. “Jesus. What was it about?” 

“He threatened my family and bragged about sleeping with other women, and around here we don’t like someone threatening our family.” 

Sandor really, really wanted to know her. 

She didn’t go home with him that night, but he did get her number. 

What type of woman was she? Did she like flowers? Holding hands? 

A night drive to look at the stars? 

“She sounds…” he didn’t know what to say. Awful came to mind first.

“You can be as mean as you want. No one cares about her, here.” Sansa crossed her arms and nodded her head once. 

Sandor didn’t know what it was about Sansa that made him think about her constantly. It could be her no nonsense attitude she carried about herself. 

He wondered if she was the type of woman who liked to be treated gently. 

What were her favorite flowers? Did she like chocolate or sweet things? 

He thought about how she kissed his cheek so gently, so she probably did enjoy soft touches. 

“Show me around.” 

Sansa stopped cleaning the bar top to look at him, blue eyes concentrated on grey. 

“What do you want to see?” 

Everything. Sandor shrugged. 

“I’m not familiar with the area, and if anyone is going to show me some back roads I would rather it be you.” 

She leaned on the bar top, a small smirk playing on her lips. 

“Me, huh? Not your best friend Tyrion?” 

Sandor huffed, but leaned over the bar top as well. 

“Yeah, you give better directions I feel like. Actually know your way around.” 

Sandor’s eyes trailed down her bare arms and then snapped back up to her ice blue eyes. 

“Plus, no offense to the dwarf… but you’re much prettier than he is.” 

Sansa scrunched her nose but she smiled anyways. 

“Yeah ok, Clegane. I’ll go with you. But I’m expecting some flowers now, maybe some chocolates too.” 

Sandor raised his eyebrow. “Chocolates, Stark?” 

Sansa winked at him. “It’s a date.” 

[ladytp]

A bad girl?

I must have been a really bad girl last year, as I didn’t get my SanSan Secret Santa gift at all... 😔

[kaellecappuccino]

okay my sansan secret santa gift is on his way, i’m a bit behind schedule but it just needs a lil proofread before i post it because i don’t trust my time concordance 

also it needs a title