#*gotff

[lionlena]

Red Viper and Fox Chapter 4 (Oberyn ff)

Warning: NSFW, smut

(...)

He turned her around and took a half step back to get a better look at her body. Her skin was milky white, and she had round breasts and firm thighs. He licked his lips at the sight and felt his own erection pressing against the fabric of his pants, but he was going to ignore it. Yes, he was impatient at times. There were times when he would just grab a whore, bend her over the desk, lifting only her gowns while herself remaining fully clothed, and fuck her at a fast pace. But Nalia was no ordinary whore. Gods... She wasn't even an ordinary woman. She deserved adoration and love. He couldn't understand why Victor couldn't see what a jewel he had. "Fucking idiot" escaped him almost aloud. He didn't even realize how long he stared at her until she let out an annoyed grunt.

His gaze burned her skin. She wasn't used to such an intense look. She knew her body was attractive to a man. She wasn't blind or stupid. She saw their hungry eyes, but she was always dressed then. And the prince got what was hidden from others. She wondered if he was judging her. She was sure he had seen hundreds of naked bodies, male and female. Finally, unsure whether he liked it or not, she shifted uneasily from foot to foot and hugged her breasts, wanting to cover them. Oberyn reacted immediately. He grabbed her by the shoulders and whispered: " No, no... Please don't hide from me." Then, to her surprise, he dropped to his knees in front of her and began to cover her belly, legs and hips with kisses. "Sorry, sorry, my little vixen," he murmured. " I didn't mean to neglect you." He looked down at her, lifting his chin. " I just had to feed my eyes on your body." She felt her cheeks start to burn and thanked for the half-darkness of the room. She didn't know what to say to his words. It was so unexpected and so alien to her. She felt that for the first time in her life she had total power over a man. She decided to put it to the test. She took a handful of his hair and said: " Undress." She was shocked again as Oberyn hurriedly began to obey her order. Still on his knees, he stripped off his yellow robe, then his lemon shirt. (...) He looked at her body longingly. His fingers tightened on her hip, his teeth gently brushing along her thigh. He wanted to leave his mark on her. The signal that he had her, that he wanted her again and again. However, he knew it was dangerous. Finally, with resignation, he buried his nose in her body, in the gap between her hip and leg. As if sensing his intentions, she ran a hand through his hair and murmured, " Victor doesn't look at my body." He jerked his head up, focusing his dark eyes on her, which seemed almost all black under the influence of excitement. " Huh?" She chuckled slightly at his reaction. With a surprised expression, his hair tousled, his forehead covered with beads of sweat and his beard still glistening with her juices, he looked like a stable boy, not a prince. " He is satisfied with the naked bodies of his whores. I can be in a nightgown, I just have to meet his needs." He needed no more. He grinned, looked at her skin again, then at her, then sank into her body again. His nose brushed her hip, then bit into the chubby part. She hissed slightly, more in surprise than pain. The discomfort quickly turned into excitement. Oberyn didn't bite too hard, still knowing his mark couldn't stay on her for long. After all, Victor could suddenly change his habits. After a moment, he pulled away and looked at his work with satisfaction. The bite was nearly circular. "Like the sun", he thought. He smiled to himself, then gently, almost reverently, kissed the toothmark. As if he wanted to both apologize for the pain she might have felt and thank her for allowing him to do so. (...)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46559269/chapters/118199131

#game of thrones #oberyn martell #fanfiction #My writing #gotff #angst #smut #hurt/comfort #Pedro Pascal #prince oberyn #oberyn

[disneydatass]

Mob Psycho 100 (2022) || Laputa: Castle in the Sky (1986)

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 spoilers #studio ghibli #laputa #castle in the sky #my brain instantly went to this love the homage #also I just finished the ufo episode that was so freaking random #like the aliens roofied that one dude and gangbanged him without his consent hello???? #just tossed that in the ending credits out of nowhere this is an anime for middle schoolers Wtf #anygays… #laputa and gotff are the best ghibli movies no I’m not taking wrong opinions #princess of kaguya the wind rises and porco rosso are close tho

[goetzjpvis]

2/21/24 "Grave of the Fireflies" JPT3702

Like Barefoot Gen, this movie was deeply touching, incredibly emotional, and tells a similar story about the impact of WW2 on innocent Japanese civilians. The key difference I noted between GOTFF and Barefoot Gen, that the movie actually shares in common with "In this Corner of the World" was a sincere emotional intimacy shared wordlessly with the viewer about the emotions of the main character. There were unknown story telling elements that made me feel the exact raw emotions of Seita and his love for his sister, and seeing the burnt people and starving children made me realize that as tragic as this movie is, this is the reality for children today, at war in places like Ukraine and Gaza. I feel kind of pathetic for needing a movie to help me realize it is this bad.

The most striking scene in the film for me was actually the very first one. I never felt like crying harder than when I saw the cleanup crewman throw Setsuko's candy box into the dirt. Although I didn't know the story of that little box yet, or the events leading up to this unnamed boy's death, I felt a great pain seeing the box lie opened and discarded in the grass, because I knew that for somebody to have nothing to their name except that, it implies a great personal significance and history. I knew there was a deep story to be told about it.

To be honest, even looking at this image, now, makes me want to tear up! It was difficult for me to think about what the candy could symbolize, but I believe it's intention is to illustrate hope during deep despair. Although Setsuko and Seita eventually died, and the candy was discarded (just like them), for them, it was important! It was something Setsuko could rely on to make her happy, and it was something her brother continuously relied on himself to make her happy, because he knew he could not help her on his own.

I want to call to attention the use of color in this film. I spent a large portion of the movie pausing and analyzing the backgrounds. I felt intrigued by the animators' use of color. Although the movies uses an entire rainbow set of hues, Each scene combines to create a blueish cool tone. You can feel this the most during nature-y scenes, instilling a sort of calmness and melancholy into the viewer. I like the dark saturation the film oozes because it calmed me down and filled me with happiness (to look at) until I was faced with....

war! Any scene overtaken with red and yellow hues implies destruction, urgency, and pain. We see this a lot in the beginning of the film, especially because the initial fallout is so strenuous there. We see this as well during Seita and Setsuko's mother's death... her entire body is red and bright, and it's not just because she's bloody! FYI, that visual horrified me.

Lastly, I want to call to attention the color used during scenes revolving Setsuko's death... blue. Why would everything be blue if she's dying? Wouldn't it be red, like war? I would like to think that this was intentional, as Setsuko's death was slow and silent, and she was being released from the pain in her life, like the red fires and red blisters on her back and chest.

Aside from color, the one scene that made me laugh in the film was when Seita was dancing on a playground pole while his sister was crying in the background. I mostly laughed because why the HELL would he do that? Although he said it was in an attempt to cheer her up, the scene was painfully long. He did so not just to stop her from crying, but likely to also mask or even stop his own tears. We rarely see Seita cry in the film, but when we do it's very heartbreaking and a buildup is evident.

Speaking of which, Seita's name means "peace" and "calm", which resonates clearly with his kind nature and anti war sentiment.

Which then I can say... I hate Seita's stupid Aunt! He's a boy who just had his mother and father die, and he's left to take care of his sister after his home, school, and work burned to the ground! His aunt continuously pressures him to 'work for the government', even though that's what ruined his life. Seita is young, slightly dumb, and nonconfrontational. This adult woman doesn't understand that she's supposed to communicate kindly to a child that's just been traumatized, so instead she abuses him and is eventually responsible for his death. I mean... for fuck's sake. She really let him move out without checking where he'd be taking his toddler sister to? Adult of the year award! The film frames this as BLAME on Seita for not acting stoically toward his abusive aunt. It is never a scarred child's fault for acting out in the way Seita did. His aunt should have been more sympathetic, and not constantly threatening Seita and making him feel unsafe in the only place he had left.

My last tidbit will be a little piece I wrote in my discord's anime channel before I finish this review:

i would consider this movie framing the death of setsuko on the aunt and society at large, even though I know that's not what the writer meant.

[16:39]saddened by how miyazaki is just... a really shitty guy! Sometimes I can see his behavior and ideals leak into his movies too, which really sucks.

[16:40]this kind of explains why i'm put off by ghibli movies

[16:40]i find it hard to like them because the characters often tend to be unlikeable in very specific and realistic ways, and while that is 'ok' sometimes the movie frames this behavior as righteous and i find this unacceptable Something for the soul.... \/

[hermioneblack]

Jonsa prompt: Modern AU where it's raining but Sansa doesn't have an umbrella so Jon offers to share his with her.

Jon had seen the red headed girl almost every morning sincehe had moved into Winterfell, the small apartment building on the outskirts ofEdinburgh.

She always looked busy, typing away on her mobile, or whenit wasn’t a foot from her face it was too her ear as she screamed down the lineat someone. She was a formidable sight every morning as he sluggishly made hisway to the bus. The red head was always well dressed in pencil skirts thathugged her body so tightly he almost thought she was dipped in the shinymaterial each morning, her already long legs were made longer by impossiblyhigh and pointy shoes that she somehow always managed to speed walk around in.Her hair, her hair was what made Jon stop and stare each morning and rememberall throughout the day and long into his lonely evenings, it was long and shinybut always down in a straight cut that moved like liquid as she walked.

He didn’t know what floor she lived on, had never seen herat the letter boxes nor been caught with her in the lift. But every morning shewas running down the stairs outside and stopping right by the bus stop beforedarting across the road and disappearing.

Those brief moments were his favourite part of the day.

One particular morning though, everything changed. Theheavens opened, and what looked like a months’ worth of rain was tumbling fromthe grey clouds. Jon stopped at the top of the stairs and pushed open the oldumbrella he always kept in his satchel, the black umbrella was stiff and heknew one good gust of wind would ruin it forever but he was attached to the oldthing and would keep it forever if he could. His black shoes splashed wateronto his trouser legs as he took the stairs one by one, turning his head tofind his red head, not your red head,he reminded himself as he settled into the crowd waiting for the bus. It waslate which wasn’t a new occurrence. For a city that rained 300 days of theyear, the public transport system acted like rain was a new thing every singleday.

The red-head wasn’t waiting to cross the road or the riverwhich is what the road now resembled and as he spun his body to find her, shewasn’t outside.

Jons heart dropped at the thought that his day was going tobe terrible, without a sighting of the beautiful woman when something caughthis eye, standing on top of the stairs hiding just below the end of the patiowas the red head.

She looked up at the sky, and sighed before putting onetentative foot out into the rain. It was quickly brought back and shaken.  Her eyes crinkled as she looked up at theraining sky as if each rain drop were a personal attack on her person.

Before he could register what he was doing, he was half wayup the stairs, umbrella raised over his head. Grey eyes meet Blue as he stopsin front of her.

“Do you need a hand?”

She stared at him, the crinkle grew bigger as she took himin. Then a smile danced on her lips.

“Oh my god, thank you so much!” her voice was music to hisears, and she huddled close to him as he took careful movements down the steps.

“I’ve seen you around before?”

“I’m Jon.” He extended his right hand across his body toshake the redheads hand in the small confined space under the umbrella.

“Sansa and you Jon are my hero.”

#jonsa #sansa stark #jon snow #game of thrones #got #gotff #fanfiction #modern au #ask

[henricavyll]

Why must fireflies die so young?

火垂るの墓 | GRAVE OF THE FIREFLIES (1988) ─ dir. Isao Takahata

#grave of the fireflies #火垂るの墓 #animeedit #animationedit #studioghibliedit #filmedit #helenspreference #userlera #userbanners #userangela #doyouevenfilm #ghibliedit #*gotff #isao takahata #~ #*1k

[reflectiondetonation]

if memory serves GotFF wasmt sbout the atomic bombings but forebombing in general

shits still fucking sad though

[ouat-emmajoneskillianswan]

She’s the man Fanfic (Arya/Gendry) Chapter 1.

Okay wanted to start off saying that there are Joffrey/Arya scenes in this (very minor, couldn’t write them all lovey dovey) but there will be no more after this chapter. Not many characters are introduced yet but in future chapters they will be. It took me a while because I didn’t know how to start it and my beta was helpful saying I should start it with “This person died. It was tragic.” I didn’t follow his idea. But here is what I have. Italics is Arya’s thoughts. FF AO3

Arya Start stared out onto the grass field her and her soccer team were about to practice on.

“Okay, what is the lacrosse team doing on our field?” Arya asked to anyone with an answer.

“The school cut our team.” Talisa has replied as she jogged up to the team, clipboard in hand. Apparently not enough girls had signed up. But that was no reason to cut the girls soccer team. Everyone in the team wanted to represent Kings Landing, red and gold, in soccer. After a minute of consideration Arya assured the girls that this was not over, and that they will play soccer this year.

Raging, the girls stormed over to the boys’ soccer try outs, where the coach was observing the boys from the side line. The whole time Arya was containing her anger by fiddling with the soccer ball in her hands, the very one Joffrey had given her.

They’d have to let us try out, even Joffrey stated on the weekend that she was as good as the boys. As they approached Coach Lannister; Joffrey’s Uncle and Dad, it’s a complicated family, he jeered “Hey girls, head the bad news.” Arya could hear how far he was from sincere, he always thought girls shouldn’t be playing a manly sport.

Sensing this tone, Arya’s anger escaped a little as she snapped

“Bad!? It’s a disaster!” Talisa stated the girls’ worries when she announced that college scouts won’t get to see them play. Arya especially wanted to be noticed by a college scout so she could escape the hell that is her family.

“If there’s anything I can do, just say the word” Yes! This is exactly what she wanted coach Lannister to say.

“As a matter of fact there is, we wanna try out for the boys team.”

Coach Lannister in response, just started laughing,

“Anything but that.” How dare he deny this request, has he no honour? It’s just a try out!

“Come on, give us one shot, you know that we’re good enough.” Arya practically begged.

“I don’t know that that’s a thing that I know,” he paused, “Look, we have two weeks before school starts, then we open against Winterfell. A rivalry game. We have to win, and having some girls flittering around the field won’t help us”

“But…”

“Hey babe,” Joffrey interrupted, Arya hated that pet name, “what’s going on coach?”

“The girls here want to try out for the team.” Hope flared in Arya, Joffrey has to let them try, he knows how good I am.

“You can’t be serious,” snickered Joffrey, as he and his team chuckled. Arya deflated. How can he not supports this, he’s my boyfriend, he knows I am good at this. After they had finished laughing the coach commented,

”You are all good players, but girls aren’t as fast as boys, or strong and athletic, it’s scientific fact, girls cannot beat boys, no matter the circumstance.” Arya was pissed, she never hated Coach Lannister more than she did now. She would just have to ask the captain, he would straighten him out.

“Well Joffrey, you’re the captain, what do you think about it?”

“I think the coach said it all.” WHAT! How dare he, after everything he said, and he’s just standing there, all smug like. What is wrong with him?

“But yesterday you told me that I was better than half the guys on your team” Arya argued back, releasing some energy by raising her voice.

“I never said that,” he lied back, after his friends started to question him, “Stop lying and never speak that again, end of discussion” Arya was through with this conversation, through with him, through with the coach and the team, they could all get shoved.

“Fine. End of relationship,” Arya released her last bit of anger and hurled the soccer ball at his face and stormed off in the opposite direction, her soccer team in pursuit. Why did I ever date him, he acts as though he sits on an iron throne all high and mighty, not caring about anything but his kingly reputation.

 So here it is, please tell me if it’s any good, I am not superb at writing stories but I felt like I needed this crossover to happen.

#She's the man #Game of thrones #Fanfiction #Game of thrones fanfiction #gotff #gendarya #gendary #arya x gendry #Arya stark #Gendry Waters

[lionlena]

Red Viper and Fox Chapter 1 (Oberyn ff)

For the first time, I decided to write fanfiction from the world of Westeros ... well, basically loosely embedded in the canon. But I'm not changing Oberyn's story (yes he'll still die ;( ) The story takes place about 10 years before the events of Season 4. Oberyn arrives to visit his cousin Victor Nabro. Oberyn hates him but... He's infatuated with Victor's wife. Beautiful, intelligent and hiding secrets... The dangerous dance of the viper and the fox begins. Unfortunately, for now I will write in Polish.

And this is just a snippet:

They were sitting together in the library, working out transportation plans together, when suddenly Oberyn pushed back from the table and crossed his arms over his chest. He was clearly bored and looking for entertainment. "Your family crest is a fox biting off a snake's head?" She straightened up in her chair and looked at him intrigued. Mischievous sparks danced in his eyes. She also was getting tired of staring at the numbers all the time, so she might as well play his little game. "Correct." He rested his chin on his fist and smiled. "Then should I watch out for you?" "I doubt it. To be precise, it's a green snake, quite common in my area and non-venomous. So it is far from a red viper. Besides, I wouldn't take the meaning of the crests literally. After all, I've never seen the sun pierced by a spear." After a moment's thought, she added, "Although my husband's crest is a hare surrounded by flames. Considering how many roasted bunnies he eats... Maybe the symbolism matters." Oberyn began to laugh. "Just don't take everything literally." He looked at her and licked his lips. "The Martells love to stick their spears into beautiful suns. If you know what I mean." She shook her head but couldn't hide a slight smile.

Chapter 1 on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46559269/chapters/117242551

#game of thrones #oberyn martell #Pedro Pascal #romance #angst #hurt comfort #my writing #my fanfiction #gotff #prince oberyn #oberyn

[blobfishies]

Grave of the Fireflies tribute

#gotff #grave of the fireflies #ghibli #studio ghibli #ghibli movie #hotaru no haka #isao takahata #ghibli fanart #Black and White #art #my art #artists on tumblr

[hermioneblack]

I am Sorry Chapter 6

Hey guys, It’s been a while but don’t I am half back in the game. Here’s the long awaited chapter six. 

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Jon waited on the corner of College Green, a handful of metres to where Sansa had been found.

His eyes kept wandering to that spot, the grass was no longer crunched under foot and a group of Teenagers sat nearby talking quietly over textbooks and coffee.

The moment seemed so normal, so everyday, it took a fraction of the tension from Jon's shoulders.

He was waiting for Littlefinger to make an appearance. The slimy businessman was known to live and work in the area. Jon had already searched his apartment near Clifton Bridge but found nothing. Which had not surprising to the angry policeman as everyone on the force knew the Bridge apartment was not his true place of residence.

He had already been waiting for hours, standing by an old tree, with the cathedral behind him the view of the green was almost unhindered so if he was to walk by it would be easy to spot.

All this time waiting Jon wished he had his phone to check on Sansa, or to call Rob for back up. Rob deserved to be there when Jon kicked Littlefinger's teeth in. Rob deserved to be the one who decided what happened to the scumbag. Jon was leaning towards murdering and skinning the bastard but he knew his sweet Sansa from years ago would hate to see the blood on his hands.

But another part of Jon, the part that had beaten Joffrey to a pulp a few days before the bombing for hitting Sansa, that part of him was thirsty for blood. And he was so tempted to feed the anger in him.

“I won’t let you kill him.” the delicate girls voice shook Jon from his anger. Turning quickly he was shocked to see Arya. She was dressed for the chilly winter, pinstriped coat and furred boots she looked for just a moment so much like her mother had once, bar her wild brown hair that was escaping out of a bright blue beanie. It took Jon a moment to calm down enough to remember his voice.

“Why not?” John's voice was low, growling almost from the back of his throat.

“Because it's not you, murdering someone. You’re the noble one.”

“He hurt her, Arya, he took her from us and hurt her.”

“I know, and believe me I want to rip his heart out and let my dog eat it but we can’t.”

“Why not?” the growl was back and his hands tightened into fists.

“Because she wouldn’t want us to.” Arya brought her hands up to John's face, cupping his cheeks and forcing eye contact, “Sansa would not want us to kill him. She was good and kind, annoying as hell and seriously stuck up but she would not want us to kill him, she still no matter what she went through not want us to kill him. Justice will be done Jon. He won’t walk these streets much longer. But we won’t kill him.”

Jon nodded, tears falling freely, he knew the younger girl was right, Sansa would not have wanted Littlefinger dead, no matter what torture she had endured. She was the better person. His knees buckled and he collapsed on to the grass. He cried in Arya's arms for what seemed like hours, all the anger and all the exhaustion clawed out of him with each sob and heavy breathe.

The two sat on the grass till the sunset, no words said but the silence said it all.

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They made it back to the hospital to find Rob, Val and Sansa sitting up together in the hospital bed all engrossed in the soap on the Television. Val was explaining who each character was to the Stark siblings who in turn were sharing a pudding cup.

“So she is the sister to the guy with the fro, who's dating the red haired girl. And both the sister and the brother are cheating on their respective partners with blue haired chick.” the siblings nodded along as Arya and Jon stood in the doorway.

Sansa was the first to notice them, a weak smile erupted on her lips and her eyes shone at the sight on them both.

“Hey.” she breathed out. Rob and Val snapped their eyes from the TV to the door, they both wore matching smiles.

“Guess who’s awake and already demanding to control the remote.” Rob joked as he took his sister's hand and brought it to his lips.

Arya almost ran to her sisters other side, almost pushing her to the side and curling up in the tiny hospital bed with her. Mindful of the wires and tubes still attached to her pale frame.

“I am so sorry.” Sansa whispered, grabbing Arya’s hand.

“I’m so sorry for running away, for not being able to call. I am so sorry you two were alone.”

Rob smiled, tears falling like they had been for days, “We weren’t alone Sansa we had Jon. Besides you have nothing to apologise for, we are sorry.” they fell into silence as the three siblings simply held hands. The TV and monitors the only sound.

Val looked at Jon and nodded for the door, she was taking her queue and giving them space, Jon went to join her but a voice changed his mind.

“Jon?” her voice still sounded like honey, no matter how small it now was. It still sent a shiver from the back of his neck down to his feet.

“I need to talk to you.”

Jon turned, and took in her face. It had filled out again, and with the subtle tinge of pink scattered across her cheekbones she looked almost like the girl she had once been.

She turned to both Rob and Arya and nodded for the door. They left with no hesitation, but stopped at Jon to give him a gentle shoulder squeeze.

They closed the door behind them and then for the first time in years Sansa Stark and Jon Snow were alone.

#jon snow/sansa stark #jonsa #game of thrones #got fanfic #ff #gotff #jonsaff #jonsa fanfic #jon snow #sansa stark #littlefinger #arya stark #rob stark #val

[lionlena]

Red Viper and Fox Chapter 3 (Oberyn ff)

(...)" It wouldn't change anything. Sooner or later, there's always a reason, and if not... I can always be pushed against the wall for no reason." Oberyn fell silent, focused on his task, but she could see his lips tighten in anger and his eyes darken. Wanting to stop it somehow, she ran her hand through his hair and smoothed out a few unruly curls. He was surprised by her movement, but didn't complain. " Will you tell me why you look and smell like you just left the royal chambers? As if you weren't hunting with my husband and his whores." There was a small smile on his face. " Well, I haven't been drinking as much or fucking as much as your husband, and I'm not afraid to take a dip in a cold river." " You're a true martyr." "Stop teasing me or I won't give you a gift." " You have a gift for me? Please tell me it's not a hare's foot." He chuckled lightly and began to pull something out of his belt pouch. " Do you really think so low of me?" Her eyes widened as she saw a small wooden fox on his outstretched hand. She carefully took it in her hands, examining all the details. Oberyn puffed out his chest proudly at her delight. "I found the perfect piece of wood, and I got bored listening to your husband's rants about what a great hunter he was, and what kind of specimens he didn't shoot." As if snapped from a trance, she shook her head and looked at him. " Wait? Did you do it?" He nodded and she suddenly leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and whispering, " Thank you." They were not in the most comfortable position, but he wasn't about to complain. He wrapped his arms around her waist, wanting to deepen her embrace. He knew it wasn't really about the wooden animal, but about something much deeper. Perhaps he was the first man to come between her and Victor. The first man who wanted to take care of her and comfort her.(...)

Oberyn always smells so good

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46559269/chapters/117791671

#games of thrones #prince oberyn #oberyn martell #red viper #Pedro Pascal #My writing #gotff #my fanfiction

[lionlena]

Red Viper and Fox Chapter 2 (Oberyn ff)

What can be else better that cuddle with Oberyn during a storm?

(...)Oberyn pulled her close so that her back was firmly pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and rested his chin on her head. " See, you fit in perfectly here" he murmured. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes. At first she wanted to break free and run away from him. Her body was used to the fact that pressure from a man meant pain, but the prince's grip was different. The warmth radiating from his chest enveloped her back, soothing every nerve Victor had damaged. The Dornishman's arms protected her from the cold wind. She was sure that without his body heat she'd be shaking like a leaf in the wind. " When I was little, I loved watching the first drops of rain fall on the desert, how they leave their mark on it, how the sands greedily drink water. Thirsty and longing for the pleasure that desert sand had been deprived of for so long." His purring voice filled her, relaxing her even more. " After the rain, the desert turned into a green paradise in one day. I've never understood how it could regenerate so quickly. It was just rain. Am I boring you?" She shook her head in "no". " Keep talking, please. I want to imagine it." " So imagine a sea of purple, white and yellow flowers. They're not too big, they barely extend beyond the ankle, but they're everywhere. They cover every inch of sand. They consume her. Their sweet, intoxicating scent hangs in the air. Insects and animals start to appear out of nowhere. Ooh, you'd love desert mice. They are pale, their hind legs are ridiculously long and skinny, sometimes it seems that they don't have front legs. There are also desert foxes that hunt them." " They look like ordinary foxes?" "Just a little. They're smaller, their fur is sandy, and their ears...' He laughed lightly. - They have huge ears, that's the first thing you see about them. They're bigger than their head, but I wouldn't laugh at them too much. With all this seeming gentleness, they are incredibly brave. They can kill scorpions and even... Vipers."

( For now, the whole story is only in Polish)

AO3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/46559269/chapters/117360853

#oberyn martell #love story #angst #hurt/comfort #My writing #My ff #gotff #game of thrones #prince oberyn #oberyn

[hermioneblack]

I am Sorry Chapter Nine

The earth stood still for a handful of heartbeats. The birds stopped singing, the cars stopped honking and even the comforting sound of the coffee machine disappeared as Petyr Baelish cast a shadow over the small table.

Tormunds hand went quickly to his hip, ready to pull out his weapon.

Petyr clicked his tongue in disgust.

“Look at the riff-raff you keep Sansa when I’m not here to watch you.”

She could not respond, she could not cast her eyes up to look him in the face though her every nerve was screaming at her to grab Tormund and run.

Tormund jumped into action, his gun and badge out, “Petyr Baelish you are under arrest for-” He was cut off by Baelish's cold Laughter.

“I wouldn’t arrest me, Giantsbane, not till she hears what I have to say.” Tormund didn’t lower his gun but he motioned for Littlefinger to continue. After all everything he said could and would be used against him in court.

“Dearest Sansa, my love,” The words sent a shiver down her neck and she wanted to throw up. “Look at me.” his voice went from honey to anger when she refused to cast her eyes to his.

I am a Stark, she repeated to herself, I am Sansa Stark and I am loved, I am home. She ran those words over and over. Somehow she found the strength to raise her chin and match his cold grey eyes.

“What do you want?” she snarled through clenched teeth.

“You, always you, by my side from now to eternity.”

“Not going to happen, you bastard.” Tormund growled, raising the gun higher and stepped closer.

Out of the shadows another man appeared with a flash a knife was pulled and against Tormunds neck. The tall man tried to fight but the man with the knife was strong. Stronger than most and as he pushed Tormund forward and into the grey low light Sansa recognised him.

Ramsay Bolton.

The man to blame for the scars on her legs and the nightmares she screams through every night. She should have known, wherever Petyr is, Ramsay is sure to follow.

“Let him go.”

“That's not how the game works Sansa. Play the game.”  

Sansa nodded, she knew the game. Once upon a time the game had been played for needles. She did what he wanted, she got what she wanted.

“What do you want?” she repeated.

“Come home to me. Come back and I will let your little pet go.”

Tormund made a noise of protest still trying to break out of Ramsay's grasp. The blade touched his bearded neck, and red blood merged with ginger hair.

“Let him go Petyr, and we can talk. Like adults. Like Equals.” She kept her voice low, eyes down cast to look as submissive as possible.

Petyr didn’t fall for it, though he did chose to sit in the vacant chair next to her, his long legs spread out before him.

“Why did you leave me Sansa?”

“I wanted to see my family.”

“I am your family, I am the only one who takes care of you.” He grabbed her hand and pulled it close to his chest. His fingers rubbing circles over her palm.

“I don’t to be with you. I want my family.” Tears were falling freely and her voice shook. “I don’t want to be your girl again. Please.” she begged.

“What if I said I had your family? You can be free and spend your time with this cop and your foster brother, oh yes Little Bird I know all about Jon Snow. You use to watch him from our window, go from my bed to your window. I know it all. So Sansa you can be free and happy but I will keep your sister, I’ll keep little Arya Stark for myself.” he had let go of Sansa hand and sat back in the chair. Letting his words sink in.

Sansas heart sank to her feet, her blood turned cold and her whole body started to shake.

Tormund ripped himself from Ramsay's grip, the maniac falling onto the ground from the Policeman's force. He lunged for Littlefinger, his gun falling to the side in the chaos.

The two wrestled, Tormund punching and holding Petyr down. Sansa lifted herself up, using all her strength to stand, to call for help. Looking behind her she realised the brunette waitress, Maisie, was hiding behind the counter phone pressed to her ear. The waitress caught Sansa eye and with the phone pressed between her ear and shoulder flashed nine fingers three times.

999.

She was calling the police.

With her back to the men fighting, Sansa only heard the gunshot. It echoes through her body and rang her ears. She saw in the reflection of the window Ramsay holding Tormunds gun.

He stood with his legs apart and the gun held with confidence, a twisted smile greeted Sansa as she turned slowly around. He moved the gun from pointing at the still fighting Tormund, whose hands while covered in his own blood still latched on to Petyr Baelish’s throat. The cop panted for breath, the noise like a rasping children's toy. It could only be described as a death rattle.

Ramsey clicked the gun back, releasing the safety and his finger twitched on the trigger.

Sansa wanted to scream, to fight back somehow but all her energy was taken by remembering to stand. Tormund growled at her to run through clenched teeth, the bullet had torn through his chest leaving a gaping hole.

“Run you fool.” He screamed at her, concentrating hard on the thin man under him, blood flowing from his chest. So much blood.

“You ran little Bird. You ran and you ran and now your friend is going to die. All. Because. Of. You.” Ramsey taunted her, waving the gun in her face, his voice almost singing. “I know know where little Arya is, is she as feisty as you were? More?” his sick smile got wider with each word.

“Stop.” Sansa whispered, unable to find her voice, her hands raised in surrender.

‘STOP!”

All three men stared at her, Tormunds hands going slack from shock and blood loss. Littlefinger used this to his advantage, pushing a hand on the guns exit wound and pushing his way to freedom. Tormund fell to the floor, hands holding his chest, attempting to keep the blood inside his body. Littlefinger rose and moved closer, running a bloody finger over Sansa cheek, who did her best not to flinch at the unwanted show of affection.

“This will stop, when you say the words.”

Sansa gulped, her mantra still running through her head. I am a Stark. I am home. I am a Stark.

“If I come back to you, you’ll Tormund live, you’ll let Arya go and you’ll just keep me?”

The half smile she was so used to crept onto his lips, and his eyes shined bright. Blood was splatted all over his face and suit yet it didn’t seem to bother him as he brought his hands to cup Sansa’s face.

“You come home with me and they will all live. I promise.”

I promise, she replayed the words, she would do this for them. For Arya, for Tormund who was lying too impossibly still, blood creeping around him like a red shadow, for Rob who didn’t deserve to grow up so quickly, and for Jon, whose touch all the weeks ago on College Green made her feel alive again.

“Let me say goodbye and then I’m yours. Now and for Eternity.” She repeated his own words to him. The half smile turned into a grin and Petyr brought his lips to hers, while she did nothing to return the kiss Sansa did not step away or push him off.

For them, I do this for them.

“Use the nice policemans phone and say goodbye. Make sure they don’t follow us Little One, or your sister will be hurt.”

Sansa fell to the floor by Tormunds body, he was gasping for air and his eyes half rolled back in his skull. At closer inspection the bullet had gone in just under his clavicle. She grabbed his hands, holding down on his chest.

“Stay with me, Tormund.” she fumbled in his pocket to find his mobile. He made noises as if trying to speak. She held onto him tight with one hand the other scrolling through his contacts to find Jon’s number.

It was under ‘Snowflake’, in another time or place she would of laughed but the funny joke made her sob. She wouldn’t get the chance to call him Snowflake and to laugh with Tormund about it.

Jon picked up after two rings.

“Tormund! Hey what's -” Sansa cut him off.

“Jon I don’t have much time, Tormunds been shot and he has Arya. I’m going with Petyr, I am going to stay with him. If I stay with him Arya will be safe. If I stay with him you will all be safe.”

“Sansa slow down! Where are you?” He sounded frantic and Sansa could almost picture him pacing the hallway with Robb on his heels.

“Across the street. Jon I never got to tell you this but I loved you. Before. Before Joffrey, Before Petyr, before everything. I loved you. Tell Robb not to worry, that I’m okay and the boys tell them… tell them I love them very much.” she got the words out between heart-breaking sobs.

Jon continued to scream down the phone but it fell from Sansa shaking grip. Her body keeling over as she screamed in pain.

She leant over Tormund one final time, bringing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you my friend. Thank you for the coffee.” she leant in closer and whispered into his ear.

“145 St George Road, find me.”

She was pulled off him after Littlefinger grew bored of the spectacle and the police sirens grew closer.

A black SUV pulled onto the curb, narrowly missing Tormunds head. She was pushed roughly into the back with a final swift kick in the ribs and knees by Ramsay, who still held the gun.

She took one final look at the bleeding out Tormund and her spirit and heart broke one more time.

“I’m sorry.” she repeated again and again as Petyr got himself comfortable next to her, Ramsay sitting on the other side, both with a hand on each of her knees.

“You are going to have to prove that Little One.”

For them, I do this for them.

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