#sansa month 2022

[oillydiya]

Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 1 : The Beginning

Summary: Sansa, a 26-year-old master’s student, who unexpectedly encounters a twist of fate (or is it destiny?) when she meets an actor she has never heard of before!

Warnings: This fic contains explicit content related to sexuality and various age relationships. The content is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18. *The entire story is a work of fiction. All characters, time periods, and places in the story are purely imaginary. Note: This fic is relatively lengthy. If there is sufficient readership, it may be updated continuously. The content is purely the author's imagination and is not related to the actors. There is no intention to disrespect or cause harm to the actors in any way. Please use discretion when reading.* Talk: This is my first attempt at writing a fic, and English is not my native language. If there are any mistakes, I apologize in advance. Feel free to comment and provide feedback.

November, 2022

London, the beautiful city, a dream destination for many.

Sansa was one of those people, but for her, London was more than just a dream—it was home. She had only moved back two years ago, after having left for America at seventeen to study. Now, she was pursuing her master’s degree in England, returning after what felt like an eternity away.

And now, in the present moment, Sansa was set to graduate next month. But before she could walk across that stage, she had one last challenge to overcome—organizing her own art exhibition for her final project.

God help her!

It had been nearly a month, and she still hadn’t found a gallery to showcase her work. The reason? The art festival season. London was buzzing with art events all month long, making it nearly impossible to secure a decent exhibition space. Everyone was vying for a place to showcase their work.

Sansa felt like this was the end for her.

“Finding a gallery in London is ridiculously hard,” she muttered to herself. “And my exhibition needs to be held by early next month. Just great!”

She let out a heavy sigh, pulling out her favorite headphones. As she scrolled through her personal playlist, she balanced a sketchpad under one arm and slung a bag full of newly purchased books over the other. Then, as if her hands weren’t already full, she decided to add to the chaos by picking up her unfinished novel, reading as she walked toward her favorite restaurant in Soho.

She was in her own world—cut off from the chaos around her. A world filled with music, literature, and the simple pleasures of getting lost in words on a page.

Sansa stopped in front of Louis’ restaurant, a cozy little place on the corner of Soho. She had a usual table—one tucked against the wall, offering a sense of solitude. Though there was another table nearby, hers felt like the most private spot in the whole place. And Louis, the kind-hearted owner, always saved it for her whenever she needed it.

He was the best. She thought with appreciation.

With a book in one hand and music in her ears, Sansa made her way to her usual seat. She never paid much attention to her surroundings, only focusing on what she deemed important. Everything else was just background noise.

She placed her sketchpad against the wall and took her usual seat on the left side of the table. After making sure everything was in place, she tucked away her headphones, hung her bag on the chair, and placed her book on the table, ready to dive back in.

That was when she noticed a group of people at the table next to hers. It irritated her a little—she preferred having this space to herself.

Louis approached her with his usual warm smile.

“Hello, Sansa.”

“Hello, Louis.”

“How’s your day going?”

Ugh. Her face probably said it all.

“Pretty awful,” she admitted. “Nothing seems to be going my way today.”

“Oh dear… Well, is there anything I can get you to cheer you up? The usual?”

Ahh… the cheeseburger. Her ultimate comfort food. The kind that was so good, it could make a bad day slightly more bearable. She smiled at the man who was nearly her father’s age.

“I’ll have the cheeseburger, extra juicy this time. And a chocolate milkshake with cheese, please,” she said, giving him a playful wink.

“You got it. I’ll tell the chef to make it extra special for you. It should be ready in about twenty to thirty minutes, and I’ll bring your milkshake shortly.”

“Thanks, Louis.”

Her day might have been terrible, but at least she had good food to look forward to.

As soon as Louis left, Sansa returned to her book. Reading was like her thirty-third organ—an essential part of her. The more she read, the deeper she got pulled into the world of words, losing herself in the story.

“Hello there.”

Sansa looked up.

“Hello,” she replied politely before immediately looking back down at her book.

“I’m Tom,” the stranger introduced himself.

She glanced at him again. Tom was—objectively speaking—a good-looking guy. He had that friendly, approachable vibe. She smiled at him but said nothing, hoping he’d take the hint. It wasn’t that she was rude… she just wasn’t in the mood for small talk.

“What’s your name?”

Oh god. Why are men like this?

She sighed inwardly. She had to be polite. That’s what a proper lady would do.

“I’m… Sansa.”

“I saw you carrying a sketchpad. Are you an artist?”

“Oh… I’m studying fine arts,” she answered quickly, then buried her face in her book again.

Damn it, damn it, damn it! She cursed herself. She was terrible at conversations.

“Wow, that’s amazing!” Tom seemed undeterred. “I’d love to see your work. Do you have an Instagram where I can follow your art?”

Sansa hesitated.

“Sorry… I don’t use social media.”

Tom’s face fell slightly.

“Then… could I have your number instead?”

Oh, for the love of—

“Uh… I only have a private number, and I prefer to keep it that way. Sorry.”

Tom looked genuinely disappointed. He stood up, stepping back toward his table.

“You’re really beautiful, you know,” he said before walking away.

Most women would probably feel flattered.

But not Sansa.

She felt nothing.

With a small shake of her head, she simply returned to her book.

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened to her.

She was used to it.

And, to be honest, she hated it.

The brief encounter left her feeling slightly uneasy. She didn’t like being interrupted while reading—it completely ruined her mood.

Sighing, Sansa took off her leather jacket, folded it into a cushion, and placed it behind her back. Then, she untied her hair, shaking it out before leaning back into her seat, getting comfortable again.

She tilted her face upward, basking in the rare afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows. Taking a deep breath, she let herself enjoy the warmth—a rare gift in London.

She closed her eyes, lifting her book to cover her face, shielding herself from the light.

And finally…

She felt at peace.

,

On the other side, four young men were sitting together, sipping tea and discussing the job interviews they had attended earlier that day.

“How was the film audition today, Cillian?” asked Steve, a fellow screenwriter, addressing the 46-year-old actor who was casually sipping his afternoon tea.

“Same as usual, Steve. You know, they always ask the same old questions,” Cillian replied, taking another sip.

As he did, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a woman walking toward their table. She caught his attention—no, not just his, but every man at the table had momentarily forgotten their conversation to watch her approach.

“Oh, wow. She’s stunning,” someone murmured.

Cillian silently agreed. She had striking green eyes—so bright and vivid that even from a distance, he could see their brilliance. Her long, curled lashes complemented her naturally arched dark eyebrows, which framed her face perfectly. A delicate, slightly upturned nose sat between her sharp, well-defined cheekbones, giving her an exquisite profile. And her lips—full and naturally rosy—became even more captivating when she absentmindedly ran her tongue across them.

Her overall appearance was effortlessly mesmerizing, accentuated by her loosely tied-up hair, with a few stray strands falling messily around her cheeks. It gave her a certain unpolished charm that only added to her allure.

But what intrigued him even more was the sight of her juggling an armful of books and a large drawing board while wearing headphones, as if she wanted to block out the world around her. Her determined stride made it clear that she was heading for the empty table right next to theirs.

Personally, he wasn’t thrilled about the idea. He preferred having this section of the café to just their group—it felt more private. But then again, if she wanted to sit there, he wasn’t about to protest. After all… with a face like that, who in their right mind would turn down such a pleasant sight?

Cillian glanced at her every now and then, not too interested—until a man walked up to her.

Was he her boyfriend? The thought crossed his mind.

However, their tables were close enough that he could hear their conversation. And from the awkward exchange, it was clear that the man was not her boyfriend. He wasn’t exactly hitting on her either—because she wasn’t giving him the chance.

Cillian was impressed by her composure. She seemed utterly disinterested, even visibly bored, rejecting the poor guy at every turn. God, if he were that man, he would have raised the white flag after the first question.

But what really caught his attention was when she mentioned that she didn’t have social media. That was unusual for someone her age. These days, most women seemed addicted to it. She also refused to give her number in a way that was both clever and blunt—borderline rude, even.

Still, he had to admit, she was sharp.

Cillian turned back to his friends when Steve scolded him for staring.

“Looks like you’ve found something more interesting than your tea,” Steve chuckled.

And then…

Oh, dear God.

She took off her black leather jacket.

As if on cue, every man at his table turned to look at her—completely unintentional, of course.

Damn it. He didn’t want to look. It was rude. He had been a gentleman all his life. But…

he couldn’t help himself.

Her position, so close to him—just an arm’s length away—gave him a crystal-clear view. Her smooth, fair skin contrasted beautifully against the black strapless top she wore, making her all the more captivating.

Her body was just as exquisite as her face. And when she pulled the tie from her hair, letting it cascade freely down her back…

Shit. Shit. Shit.

She was one of the most breathtakingly beautiful creatures he had ever seen.

As an actor, he had worked with countless gorgeous actresses. But there was something different about her.

She was mesmerizing in a way that went beyond just looks. It was the way she carried herself—the way she seemed completely indifferent to everything around her. If she cared even a little, she wouldn’t have leaned back in her chair, fallen asleep in the middle of a café, and covered her face with a book as if she were the only person in existence.

And the most astonishing thing? She hadn’t spared them a single glance. Not once.

That, for some reason, put him at ease. And yet, at the same time, he felt ridiculous—because here he was, being the rude one, stealing glances at her.

Maybe—just maybe—he had already fallen for her.

[loongsnouts]

Hi! Long time no post.

Life got very busy, and my mental health has also been terrible. Losing Sansa in 2021 broke me down, and it has taken almost 3 years to kind of feel better again. But then a month ago we had to put Fjalar down he was suffering and there were no other choice but i was the hardest decision of my life. So I am right back down in the darkness. I also had to stop my anti depressants🙃

I have the intention of very quickly recapping where I left in April 2022 until today because on Friday something exciting is happening that I want to post about in real time.

I do this for me, but if things I write are helpful or enjoyable for others, that is always a bonus!

This post is from May 2nd to July 3rd, 2022, but also some information to connect from where I left off in April 2022.

In May 2022, Bucky turned 1. We also did our 2 first confirmation competitions. They were unofficial for us to get a little bit of experience. He did amazing and got very good critiques. He is such a chill dog sleeping out in the open while we wait just his second ever show!

We also went to at least one lure coursing training during this period, but as the constant dog handler, I never get any good lure coursing or conformation pictures myself.

Bucky and Fjalar continue to be very good buddies🥰

(He wears a GPS if anyone was wondering what the thing on his collar is.) (I think right around here was when I gave up on having him loose he would not come reliably on recall so it was not an option anymore. He is very happy running aorund on his flexi and going to the dogpark to run.)

[when-did-this-become-difficult]

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

tagged by @nerdsandthelike - thank you! can't be arsed to login as my writing tumblr so i'm just posting on here and tagging people however i please @alliluyevas, @imperatorkhaleesi, @drabbles-mc, @hausofmamadas, @narcolini, @saathi1013, @cositapreciosa, @garbinge, @salt-is-a-terrible-currency, @axreliono, @proceduralpassion

do i know you — The Bear (TV 2022)

two in the morning.

Frolic — Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis

"I say," said the new King, astonished.

Gift — Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis & Game of Thrones (TV)

Susan knew her wife did not enjoy it when she sojourned to other worlds, so once she had hugged her children and changed out of her mud-stained clothes, she found Sansa in the solarium.

Wager — Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis & Game of Thrones (TV)

With Brienne behind bars in the slave holdings, the passing spectators talked about her like she wasn't even there, and Brienne decided that the best course would be to pretend they weren't there either.

on eagles — Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis & Game of Thrones (TV)

In the fifth month of siege, Brienne was so much herself with him that she was almost, at times, not a Knight.

no witness — Narcos: Mexico (TV)

It’s been so long that his old phone number doesn’t work, but if there’s one way to reach Walt Breslin, it’s to call the DEA and lie.

blood on vacation — Narcos: Mexico (TV)

You’ve only been Mexico City for a week, and you’re already all vacationed out.

Sugar — The Bear (TV 2022)

The morning after Pete's first Berzatto Christmas, Natalie sleeps badly all night long, getting up to use the bathroom, pulling covers on or off, batting away half-remembered dreams.

deep breaths — The Bear (TV 2022)

Kitchen, dead.

he keeps his rules. you keep him. — Narcos (TV)

He has a key to your apartment, but he’s not used it in a while.

Very odd! I tried to spot patterns, just like nerdsandthelike did. The first thought I had was that I am sometimes a woman of many commas, arguably too many commas.

Then I thought, hm, not all of these are the best they could be. But even "Kitchen, dead" I don't really think I would go back and change? Maybe I'd change the intro to blood on vacation if I could.

There's not much of a pattern in terms of how I treat the small-r reader, either. Sometimes I just throw em in and to hell with it, other times it's a very nice, normal, understandable easing into the fic.

I guess I don't have much of a uniting style! Or maybe I have a variety of different vibes. Hmm.

Thank you for tagging me! <333

[she-s-a-shy-one]

SANSA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH + DAY SEVEN: SKY

A falcon soared above the frozen waterfall, blue wings spread wide against the morning sky. Would that I had wings as well.

[wlwocprincess]

Sansa Stark Appreciation Month 2022 - Day 13: Friends

“The only time the door opened was late that night, when they thrust Jeyne Poole inside, bruised and shaking. "They're killing everyone," the steward's daughter had shrieked at her. She went on and on. The Hound had broken down her door with a warhammer, she said. There were bodies on the stair of the Tower of the Hand, and the steps were slick with blood. Sansa dried her own tears as she struggled to comfort her friend. They went to sleep in the same bed, cradled in each other's arms like sisters.” - Sansa, AGOT

“Sister. Sansa had once dreamt of having a sister like Margaery; beautiful and gentle, with all the world's graces at her command. Arya had been entirely unsatisfactory as sisters went. How can I let my sister marry Joffrey? she thought, and suddenly her eyes were full of tears. "Margaery, please," she said, "you mustn't." It was hard to get the words out. "You mustn't marry him. He's not like he seems, he's not. He'll hurt you." - Sansa, ASOS

“Petyr was not at the quintains, nor anywhere in the yard, but as she turned to go a woman's voice called out. "Alayne!" cried Myranda Royce, from a carved stone bench beneath a beech tree, where she was seated between two men. She looked in need of rescue. Smiling, Alayne walked toward her friend.” - Alayne TWOW

[themockingpoint]

Freedom

Sansa felt the wind blow through her fur as she sped through the forest. Despite her paws kicking up dirt and cracking sticks and dead leaves her senses were in overdrive.

“Get back here, Sansa!” Joffrey screamed, his head sticking out of the passenger seat of the off roader jeep.

It took everything in her to keep going and not deal with him. Her wolf body was able to get between trees and shrubs so Joffrey could not keep up.

Finally she came across a valley and she put all her strength into her legs and just leaped. The Jeep’s wheels squealed as it jerked to the side. Joffrey started screaming and raising his fists, before taking out a crossbow and tried shooting at her.

While she was Lady she could not smile, but she did internally. She turned away from the golden haired man child and continued to the north. To home. To freedom.

[alayne-stone]

She was the smallest of the litter, the prettiest, the most gentle and trusting.

@sansamonth2022 day two: direwolf.

[dkmbookworm]

Sansa Appreciation Month Playlist: Of Porcelain Birds and Steel Wolves

Day 1: Innocence

When you meet someone

Who was meant for you

Before two can become one

There’s something you must do

…

I’ve been dreaming of a true loves kiss

And a prince I’m hoping comes with this

That’s what makes

Ever after-ings

So happy

…

So to spend a life of endless bliss

Just find who you love

Through true loves

Kiss

[ginger-danica-snapps]

Day 13 of Sansa Appreciation Month.

Prompt Friend.

I have a one shot I've been working on for this prompt but it is not finished. It's dealing with the aftermath and trauma recovery of Jeyne Poole, bookverse. It's been difficult to write and is one of those things that I cannot post unless it's perfect to myself. The subject matter is just too important. However, I did finish the manipulation that I was working on with it.

The first image is just of influential women in Sansa's story, but the second is from the above fic.

[bi-alinaoretsev]

Sansa Stark Appreciation Month 2022 - day 25 - sibilings

She sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for Bran and Rickon and Robb, for her sister Arya and her bastard brother Jon Snow, away off on the Wall.

[bookhousestark]

ARYA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH 2022 ↳ Day 25: Family

"It's just a sword," she said, aloud this time...

...but it wasn't.

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile. He used to mess my hair and call me "little sister," she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.    

[elena-gilbert]

SANSA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH 2022 → day 8: clothes

“I love the narrative. I like the fact that you use costumes to tell a story and to create character. […] You know the story. You know what they’re doing. You know what their relationships are. You need to show that somehow in cloth.”

- Michele Clapton, costume designer 

Inside GOT: A Story in Cloth

[esmedalma]

Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.

Sansa Month 2022 Day 25 - Siblings

[she-s-a-shy-one]

SANSA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH + DAY THREE: SNOW

She remembered a summer’s snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They’d each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she’d had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless.

[themockingpoint]

Beauty

“Uh, hm uh…” Sansa stammered.

When Sansa finally got her wits about her back she saw her friends all looking at her with concern.

“Did you just- oy! Watch it! -have a stroke?” Margaery asked, concerned but still trying to avoid getting splashed.

“What?” Sansa asked, and Jeyne looked worried but Arya looked absolutely giddy at Sansa embarrassing herself.

“Oh that is what it is!” Her sister said, following Sansa’s line of sight.

They all looked where Arya was looking to see a girl about their age standing over a gaggle of smaller children who could not be much older than Rickon. Seeing the resemblance to her and age the girl seemed to be babysitting her younger siblings. She also was just wearing a bikini top and swim trunks making Sansa’s eyes go fuzzy as the last time they met it was sort of dark and Sansa could not see as well.

And cramped. Dark and cramped.

“Is it the abs?” Jeyne asked, following Sansa’s line of sight. Sansa did not even realize Elia had abs but Sansa’s mouth went dry when she saw them. “Yeah, def the abs. I can def see the appeal.”

“You’ve seen me naked and never had this type of reaction!” Margaery pouted.

“Well, are you going to go over there or not?” Arya said.

“I- I don’t know…” Sansa said, nervously. She never actually flirted before, just got flirted with.

“What?” All three said in disbelief.

“I dunno…” Sansa said, mumbling.

“Sansa!” Jeyne said, grabbing Sansa by the shoulders and slightly shaking them. “You are the funniest, kindest, most beautiful person I know! That girl would be lucky to be with you!”

“Yeah,” Margaery said, “You just gotta take the leap!”

“I don’t know if I’m brave enough.” Sansa said, scratching the back of her head.

“Doesn’t matter.” Arya said, snatching up Sansa’s phone and tossing it like a frisbee towards the group. “You want your phone back, you’ll need to go get it!”

“Arya!” Sansa screeched, but Arya had stopped listening and did a cannonball into the water, soaking Margaery who vowed to get her back and dove in.

Sansa gave out a little whine but Jeyne showed no sympathy. “Go get her wolf-girl.”

The girl seemed to have picked up on what was going on and was holding her phone, before tucking it into her bikini top.

“Scram losers.” Elia said, and Dori, Lori and Trys all scrambled into the water.

“H- Hi.” Sansa said, nervously.

“Hi-a beautiful.” Elia said, in a chipper tone but the look on her face did not exactly match it.

Something that Sansa did not really pick up on considering that she had to stop herself from swooning at the nickname coming from the other girl’s lips. Her gorgeous, and talented, lips.

“That’s… my phone.” Sansa finally said.

“Really?” Elia said, in faux surprise. “Well I might as well keep it. Since you seem to not use it.”

Sansa whined again, before cutting herself off. She was practically an adult. She did not whine.

“I owe you an apology, yes, but let us be honest…” Sansa said, feeling brave enough to stand up for herself. “Communication goes both ways!”

“You’ve got me there beautiful!” Elia said, making Sansa swoon again, and not pointing out that she never did end up getting Sansa’s number. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you your phone back on two conditions.”

“Ok…” Sansa said, not sure where this was going.

“First,” Elia started, “You take me to dinner.”

Sansa grinned. Two could play at this game. “I will take you to dinner if you wear a dress. A pretty dress.”

A conflicted look passed Elia’s face before she said, “You got it Beautiful, but I get to pick the place.”

“Done!” Sansa said, a little too quickly. Gods she hopes she did not sound desperate. “And the second?”

“You can have your phone back…” Elia said, going on tiptoes to get to Sansa’s ear. “If you come take it from me.” Sansa’s mouth went dry again as Elia leaned backwards on her lounge chair. Sansa was a bit tall so now she could see past her and into the pool to make sure her cousins were doing fine. “Well? C’mon then Wolf-girl! I am waiting!”

Sansa looked around to see all her friends and sister looking at her expectantly. She took the leap. “I preferred Beautiful…” Sansa said, leaning down.

[valyriansource]

sansa month 2022 day 13 → friend

It had been so long since she had enjoyed the company of other women, she had almost forgotten how pleasant it could be.