fuck yeah sansa & willas

augustuswatersbutt: breath that passed from you to me a...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 20:01:38 -0500

breath that passed from you to me a (modern) sansa/willas fanmix

[LISTEN HERE]

tracklist: [please don’t say you love me - gabrielle aplin • bloom - the paper kites • between two lungs - florence + the machine • everything - michael bublé • the way i am - ingrid michaelson • strawberry swing - coldplay • your song - ellie goulding • get good - vanessa carlton • better together - jack johnson]

I don’t want any Lannister, she wanted to say. I want Willas, I...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 20:01:38 -0500

I don’t want any Lannister, she wanted to say. I want Willas, I want Highgarden and the puppies and the barge, and sons named Eddard and Bran and Rickon.

inthewallsofwinterfell: #sansa was sent to highgarden for the...

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 19:01:48 -0500

inthewallsofwinterfell:

#sansa was sent to highgarden for the summer #willas was tasked with keeping the tyrell’s guest amused #at first they’d spend hours silently in the garden or by the mander #sansa too shy to speak #willas unsure of what to say to a girl he had so little in common with #it wasn’t until he took her out to the avery to see the hawks that things between them started to thaw #she seen how gentle he was with his animals and realised just how different he was from a certain other boy she’d spent a lot of time with #she began to relax #it started with a question about how he trained the hawks to come to him #and by the end of the day she had the glove on and they were laughing about how she’d flinched every time the bird came near #soon she was an expert #and the conversations just kept flowing #and the laughs didn’t stop #the next day he even heard her singing in the rose garden

A SONG OF SPRING || Listen

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 21:28:03 -0500

A SONG OF SPRING || Listen

surfacewavves: Willas/Sansa AU: Sansa gets to marry Willas and...

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 20:01:49 -0500

surfacewavves:

Willas/Sansa AU: Sansa gets to marry Willas and they live at Highgarden together and have beautiful little babies named Arya and Eddard.

Happy Birthday FY Sansa/Willas!

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 13:11:43 -0500

I got an email from tumblr saying that FY Sansa/Willas turned a year old today! And, better yet, we’ve also reached 200 followers.

Give yourselves a hug/round of applause, my once-tiny fandom bubble!

The Gift (475 words) by SapphireBlueJiyuu [AO3]

Wed, 05 Jun 2013 20:01:39 -0500

The Gift (475 words) by SapphireBlueJiyuu [AO3]:

sapphireglyphs:

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sansa Stark/Willas Tyrell
Characters: Sansa Stark, Willas Tyrell
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Slice of Life
Series: Part 3 of The Domestication of Wolves (in times of peace)
Summary:

Willas does not come home empty-handed.

Rough Winds Do Shake: Chapter 22/?

Wed, 29 May 2013 19:57:37 -0500

Rough Winds Do Shake: Chapter 22/?:

thestarkinhighgarden:

I feel as if I’m actually really back now that I’ve posted some writing.

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Tue, 28 May 2013 20:01:44 -0500

jadeddiva: for gameofships: space for us both to breathe (Sansa x Willas drabble, M)

Wed, 22 May 2013 18:24:01 -0500

jadeddiva:

for gameofships:

space for us both to breathe (Sansa x Willas drabble, M)

surfacewavves: WillasxSansa AU: Lazy Morning It’s not often that Sansa finds herself awake...

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:03:16 -0500

surfacewavves:

WillasxSansa AU: Lazy Morning

It’s not often that Sansa finds herself awake before Willas. He is by no means an early riser, but he does tend to wake early, even if he does not leave the bed until well into the mid morning.

Today though, Sansa has awoken before her husband. She takes the time to appreciate the way he looks while he sleeps, chestnut curls all mussed, but still so soft. The early sunlight stream in through their window, it catches on the hair on his chest, draws her eyes to the contours of his physique, his pecs, his stomach, not muscled in the way rob is, but lithe. Flat expanses, that tense into muscle groups when she drifts her fingers along them, her tongue.

She takes a moment to appreciate V of his hip bones as they disappear underneath the covers. How she would like to slot her teeth against his hip, taste the pale pale skin and mark him as hers.

She takes a moment to study his face, to take in the slope of his nose, and the adorable little furrow of his eyebrows in sleep, the same furrow that appears when he is translating a particularly long letter. The same furrow that is nearly always followed by a tired moan, and both hands coming up to scrub his face.

She nearly laughs when she realizes he has fallen asleep with his glasses on. After their tryst last night, he had stayed up to read by candlelight while she had curled up against his side and used his arm as her pillow.

He moves again in his sleep, shifting his feet and kicking the comforters down lower, throwing an arm over his head as if to block the sunlight, shifting his glasses crooked on his face, mumbling all the while.

He looks beautiful then that she can’t help but touch him. He is her husband after all. She leans down and presses the circle of her teeth against the skin of his chest, just barely nipping. He shifts again in his sleep, and she presses fingers into his side, slotting them against the ribs that make themselves known when he stretches.

She giggles against his skin, giddy in the morning and the sunlight. She nuzzles her cold nose against him before moving to drag her bottom lip against his nipple. He murmers in his sleep then, a desperate, needy for of mewl. she bites down, because she can, because she likes to make him squirm and gasp.

And then he is awake, he must have been half awake already, as she was biting and nuzzling at his chest.

“I thought I felt something.” He says groggily, playfully, opening one eye behind his skewed glasses and running a hand into the hair by her ear and down the side of her face. “Must have been you, little wolf.”

She replies first by biting once more, drawing a quick intake of breath from him. “Morning, my husband.” She says.

She sit up then, and Willas follows her lead, pulling himself to sit upright against the pillows, one hand rubbing across his hair.

Sansa kneels before him, blankets having fallen away when she sat upright. “You fell asleep with your glasses on, husband.” And they are even more crooked now on his face.

Sansa wishes she could paint, so that she could paint the picture before her, so that she might capture him as he is right now. Sunlight streaming in behind him, setting his hair alight, pale skin glowing pink and white, glasses crooked on his nose, lazy smile beneath them.

Willas shakes his head at himself, laughing. “Did I now?” He tilts his head at her. “Tell me wife, how would I ever survive without you?”

“You wouldn’t.” She replies, reaching forward and taking the glasses from his face. She folds them then leans across him to deposit them on the bedside table. When she pull back, she stay close to his face. “Lucky for you, my love, I never intend to leave you.” Her voice full of fondness.

They spend a quiet moment just looking at each other, mutually acknowledging the desire to kiss one another, but there is no hurry here, no power struggle or hesitance. They just look at one another, mouths both open, lips brushing barely, then pulling away again. Until Sansa doesn’t pull away, and they find themselves, kissing languidly, morning breath be damned.

surfacewavves: WillasxSansa AU: Lazy Morning It’s not often that Sansa finds herself awake...

Sat, 18 May 2013 20:01:53 -0500

surfacewavves:

WillasxSansa AU: Lazy Morning

It’s not often that Sansa finds herself awake before Willas. He is by no means an early riser, but he does tend to wake early, even if he does not leave the bed until well into the mid morning.

Today though, Sansa has awoken before her husband. She takes the time to appreciate the way he looks while he sleeps, chestnut curls all mussed, but still so soft. The early sunlight stream in through their window, it catches on the hair on his chest, draws her eyes to the contours of his physique, his pecs, his stomach, not muscled in the way rob is, but lithe. Flat expanses, that tense into muscle groups when she drifts her fingers along them, her tongue.

She takes a moment to appreciate V of his hip bones as they disappear underneath the covers. How she would like to slot her teeth against his hip, taste the pale pale skin and mark him as hers.

She takes a moment to study his face, to take in the slope of his nose, and the adorable little furrow of his eyebrows in sleep, the same furrow that appears when he is translating a particularly long letter. The same furrow that is nearly always followed by a tired moan, and both hands coming up to scrub his face.

She nearly laughs when she realizes he has fallen asleep with his glasses on. After their tryst last night, he had stayed up to read by candlelight while she had curled up against his side and used his arm as her pillow.

He moves again in his sleep, shifting his feet and kicking the comforters down lower, throwing an arm over his head as if to block the sunlight, shifting his glasses crooked on his face, mumbling all the while.

He looks beautiful then that she can’t help but touch him. He is her husband after all. She leans down and presses the circle of her teeth against the skin of his chest, just barely nipping. He shifts again in his sleep, and she presses fingers into his side, slotting them against the ribs that make themselves known when he stretches.

She giggles against his skin, giddy in the morning and the sunlight. She nuzzles her cold nose against him before moving to drag her bottom lip against his nipple. He murmers in his sleep then, a desperate, needy for of mewl. she bites down, because she can, because she likes to make him squirm and gasp.

And then he is awake, he must have been half awake already, as she was biting and nuzzling at his chest.

“I thought I felt something.” He says groggily, playfully, opening one eye behind his skewed glasses and running a hand into the hair by her ear and down the side of her face. “Must have been you, little wolf.”

She replies first by biting once more, drawing a quick intake of breath from him. “Morning, my husband.” She says.

She sit up then, and Willas follows her lead, pulling himself to sit upright against the pillows, one hand rubbing across his hair.

Sansa kneels before him, blankets having fallen away when she sat upright. “You fell asleep with your glasses on, husband.” And they are even more crooked now on his face.

Sansa wishes she could paint, so that she could paint the picture before her, so that she might capture him as he is right now. Sunlight streaming in behind him, setting his hair alight, pale skin glowing pink and white, glasses crooked on his nose, lazy smile beneath them.

Willas shakes his head at himself, laughing. “Did I now?” He tilts his head at her. “Tell me wife, how would I ever survive without you?”

“You wouldn’t.” She replies, reaching forward and taking the glasses from his face. She folds them then leans across him to deposit them on the bedside table. When she pull back, she stay close to his face. “Lucky for you, my love, I never intend to leave you.” Her voice full of fondness.

They spend a quiet moment just looking at each other, mutually acknowledging the desire to kiss one another, but there is no hurry here, no power struggle or hesitance. They just look at one another, mouths both open, lips brushing barely, then pulling away again. Until Sansa doesn’t pull away, and they find themselves, kissing languidly, morning breath be damned.

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Fri, 17 May 2013 21:20:57 -0500

you would have been happy at Highgarden

Thu, 16 May 2013 20:01:49 -0500

you would have been happy at Highgarden

thestarkinhighgarden: rhaenysdayne replied to your post: BAKING SESSIONS is now the time to ask...

Wed, 15 May 2013 20:01:49 -0500

thestarkinhighgarden:

rhaenysdayne replied to your post: BAKING SESSIONS

is now the time to ask for baking smut?

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rhaenysdayne: modern asoiaf: sansa & willas sometimes it’s...

Tue, 14 May 2013 20:01:35 -0500

rhaenysdayne:

modern asoiaf: sansa & willas

sometimes it’s just destiny

frompillow: “Tyrell or Lannister, it makes no matter, it’s not...

Mon, 13 May 2013 20:01:42 -0500

frompillow:

“Tyrell or Lannister, it makes no matter, it’s not me they want, only my claim.”

a rose to be treasured. | willas/sansa (au)

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:01:52 -0500

jessbeckers:

1983 words / pg-13? idk i fail at ratings / tw for abuse mentions probably / this is for ara and idk if this is even decently ic but i break her heart a lot so this is me giving her something that doesn’t end painfully you’re welcome. also it’s a modern au since i didn’t go into that too much.

ankahikoibaat prompted: “she’s his little sister’s best friend, his best friend’s little sister. he should not be thinking about the way her hair looks like fire, or the way her eyes shine when she laughs. he should not be jealous of the prick with his arm around her shoulders. but when sansa turns up on his doorstep with a bruise on his cheek, willas knows he’s fucked. (he’s going to kill that bastard that dared hurt her. then he’s going to piece her together again. and maybe steal her heart.)”

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I don’t want any Lannister, she wanted to say. I want Willas, I...

Sat, 11 May 2013 20:01:36 -0500

I don’t want any Lannister, she wanted to say. I want Willas, I want Highgarden and the puppies and the barge, and sons named Eddard and Bran and Rickon.

the world turns yet we stand still - jadeddiva - A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin [Archive of Our Own]

Fri, 10 May 2013 20:01:31 -0500

the world turns yet we stand still - jadeddiva - A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin [Archive of Our Own] :

jadeddiva:

Not sure what this is, but might as well post it?