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n-evermores · 8 months

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A Dance of Fire & Ice - AU (Chapter 1/?)

Pairing: Sansa Stark & Daenerys Targaryen

A/N: This is an AU. It’s very much a fairytale story and isn’t supposed to be taken seriously. Daensa is a fav crackship of mine. In other words, I’m not going to debate with anyone whether it’s a good ship or not. This is just for fun.

Warnings: None

Premise: This is completely AU. It does not follow the same story/timeline/structure and some characters may have very different backgrounds/motivations. The Night King is something that’s happened and this takes place after the war.

Summary:

Queen Sansa Stark of Winterfell has been dreaming of marrying a king ever since she was a child, but now that she wears the crown, her advisor is pushing her to wed against her desires. Sansa only ever met Daenerys during the war, but even so, she looks forward to the fire queen's continuous letters. After attending the winter ball at Highgarden, Sansa is reunited with the beautiful Dragon Queen once again.

Queen Daenerys Stormborn of house Targaryen found the Northern Queen unmoored and reserved during her stay in Winterfell for the war. They formed a reluctant alliance; however, the ice queen was nothing but standoffish. But even so, Dany is delighted to see the red wolf standing in the midst of the ball room, looking more lovely than she remembered.

ೃ⁀➷ i. Sansa Stark

Sansa didn’t hate being Queen. She always dreamed of wearing a jeweled crown upon her head. The sapphires were dull in comparison to her hair painted by the flames from a dragon’s breath.

At least that is how The Mother of Dragons described her hair. The words came as a surprise while reading Queen Daenerys’ most recent letter. She couldn’t deny the admission of those sweet words brought a flush to her cheeks. She could blame it on the frigid weather, but Sansa’s erratic heartbeat was proof enough that those words made her feel not only seen but admired.

She swallowed at the thought. Sansa met a plethora of Lords, and none of them made her blush. She wondered why they couldn’t move her so. They would put on the charm, and attempt to woo her, but it was all a performance for her hand in marriage.

They didn’t care.

Daenerys’ words felt so natural. She wasn’t trying to flatter Sansa. The letter was quite pragmatic, filled with political verbiage. The Dragon Queen was all business, yet still managed to bewitch Sansa with sheer poetry. Why couldn’t they speak to her in such a way? Perhaps then she would marry one of them. She surprised herself with such a thought. Since when did Daenerys Targaryen set a standard for what Sansa wanted in a husband? She laughed it off, before folding Daenerys’ letter and slipping it into the drawer of her vanity—just in time for the sudden rap against her door. She jumped in her chair, her eyelids fluttering in surprise before squinting in the direction of the door.

“You may enter,” Sansa spoke calmly, checking to make sure the drawer was completely closed before relaxing her posture as if trying to appear natural. Not as if Sansa had anything to hide. Her letters were her business.

“I’m sorry to intrude, Your Grace. But Lord Baelish wishes to speak with you.”

Sansa exhaled a long-suffering sigh. Lord Baelish never called on her for social pleasantries. He most likely wanted to discuss her duties again. Sansa couldn’t help but wonder if Daenerys had to suffer such conversations with her advisors. The thought of The Dragon Queen marrying made her insides jolt and Sansa actively ignored the ache. She stood from the chair, the bottom scratching irritatingly against the lacquered wood floors.

“Very well,” Sansa replied before following the captain of her queen's guard. Brienne of Tarth was one of the few people Sansa trusted in her council. So many died in the war against the dead, leaving Sansa with slim pickings when it came to those who would serve her.

The red wolf entered the council room, her eyes falling on Petyr Baelish standing near the fireplace. His gray eyes remained focused on the fire, its orange hue reflecting against the white streaks along his temples. He was a peculiar man, oddly handsome despite his gaunt appearance. The mockingbird pin fastened on his dark wool cloak almost seemed to come alive against the dancing flames. He turned to look at her, a ghost of a smirk flitting across his face. It was fleeting and would be missed by those who did not know him well, but Sansa saw it every time. Lord Baelish was her late mother’s childhood friend. It was the only reason he stood where he did, yet her rising hackles were cautionary—and because of this, she kept him at arm's length.

“Good evening, Your Grace.” He finally spoke. “How is Queen Daenerys?”

Sansa wasn’t surprised that Lord Baelish knew about Daenerys’ letter to her.

“She’s well.” Came Sansa’s quick reply, “Ser Brienne said you wanted to speak with me? Need I ask why or do you have more eligible Lords to throw my way? I won’t marry them.”

She could see his chest rise and fall, an almost tired sigh escaping his lips. “Straight to the point. I expect nothing less from you.”

“You sound proud. I thought you'd find my defiance unfit for a queen?”

“It's not exactly pleasant. But it's not a flaw. Especially for a queen.” He flashed her a smile before pushing away from the fireplace and walking over to the desk to retrieve a parchment. “Lord Ramsay of House Bolton has called on you. His father sent a raven just this afternoon. I've only just opened the letter.”

“Isn't he engaged to be married?”

“Not anymore. His father gave little to no details as to why.”

“I do not wish to marry a man who has his father write my advisor inquiring about me. Couldn't Lord Bolton write to me himself?”

Lord Baelish smiled at this, followed by a breathy laugh in agreement. “I understand your disgust. However, Lord Bolton comes from a proud house. He’d make a fine Queen's consort.”

“Isn’t he the heir? Who will succeed his father?”

“Apparently, his father's young wife gave birth to a son. I suppose he’ll inherit.”

“I don’t want to marry Ramsay Bolton. I don’t want to marry anyone.”

“You wanted to marry Joffrey.” He countered, his gray eyes locking with hers in a match of the century. He wasn’t going to back down from this.

“I was a child, Lord Baelish.”

“A smart one”

Sansa’s lips pursed disapprovingly, squinting in his direction. “Are you implying I’m no longer smart?”

“I never said that. But the war has hardened you. You used to laugh so freely. “ He gave her a once over, “You only wear black now.”

“I lost my entire family.” She reminded, her blue eyes sharp.

“I have not forgotten.” He lamented softly. Sansa was surprised by his empathy. Lord Baelish was a clever man and often showered her with kind words and praises, but Sansa knew he always had a reason for everything he said and everything he did. He was a calculated man, but Sansa wasn’t a fool. Perhaps in her youth, she was naive and gullible, but not anymore.

Now, she was a queen.

“I’m not ready to marry.” She circled back, not wanting to discuss her family anymore. Arya was still around. Well, not really. Arya ran away from her grief, while Sansa stayed behind to pick up the pieces and rebuild Winterfell. Sansa didn’t blame Arya for leaving. She loved her sister and missed her with every fiber of her being, but Arya was free to do as she pleased. Sansa would have preferred for Arya to stay behind and join her council, but her baby sister had every right to find her place in the world.

“When will you be ready?” Lord Baelish asked. He released Bolton’s letter, allowing it to fall onto the desk before sweeping over to Sansa. He reached out for her, his hand touching the curve of her jaw, “I don’t want to push. But you must marry. As Queen, you must produce an heir. If you don’t, your throne will fall to your closest male relative. Which is your cousin, Robin.” He gave a sour expression, “We don’t want that now do we?” He asked, as if he couldn't bear the thought of Lysa Arryn moving into Winterfell with her spoiled son.

Sansa swallowed, her breath thickening in her chest at his words. She didn’t despise her Aunt Lysa, but this was her home. The Vale belonged to Robin, and Sansa would rather walk into the fiery breath of Daenerys Targaryen’s dragon than see her family’s throne fall to Robin Arryn.

“No.” Sansa finally answered, her tone bitter. “I don’t want that. There must be some other way.”

“There isn’t.”

Sansa hated to admit that he was right. She already felt as if she had to prove her position every single day. “But not Ramsay. I don’t want to marry him.” She decided, her gaze meeting his gray eyes with urgency.

Petyr Baelish released Sansa’s face from his touch and moved back to retrieve the letter. He tore it and tossed it into the fire as if it was already forgotten. “As you wish, Your Grace.” He said and Sansa was yet again surprised by him. Petyr was not a generous man, yet he ripped Lord Bolton’s letter as if it were just an afterthought.

ೃ⁀➷ ii. Daenerys Targaryen

Dany squinted as the wind tore through her flaxen hair. She couldn't help the grin on her face as Drogon swooped below the clouds, his claws grazing the water surrounding Dragonstone. Daenerys looked over her shoulder, making sure Rhaegal and Viserion weren't far behind. They were smaller than Drogon, but they never seemed to struggle when it came to keeping up with their brother.

Viserion dove down, submerging parts of his golden body into the water before rising with a large fish in his talons. Daenerys chuckled lightly as he tossed the fish into the air, catching it in his mouth before swallowing it whole. Her dragons seemed happier now that the war was over. She was afraid she'd lose one of them during the battle against the dead. Rhaegal was injured greatly, but her green-scaled boy was stronger than ever now.

As she neared Dragonstone she could see her advisor standing along the wall, his eyes following her dragons in awe. He didn't have to make a sound or wave for Dany to realize he wanted to speak with her. She held onto Drogon tighter, steering him down below. He lowered himself on the pathway, his body too large to fit, but low enough for Daenerys to slide off easily. Her boots softly hit the surface below, her hand sliding along Drogon's scales before he flew off without her.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Your Grace. You did look like you were enjoying yourself up there." He said, his voice almost emotionless as he spoke, but that never bothered Daenerys.

"No need to apologize, Lord Varys." She said, her cheeks flushed pink from the wind beating against her face. "What is it?"

"I received a letter this morning. I thought you would want to read it yourself." He said, and Daenerys felt her brows crease, her lavender-colored eyes reflecting worry and curiosity all at once.

"Oh?" She followed Varys back into the castle to see Missandei holding a piece of parchment, her doe eyes reading through it before she looked up to see Dany approaching. She gave her a slither of a smile and Daenerys felt herself calm just a bit. Varys wasn't exactly the greatest comfort, but he was a good advisor. Missandei was more like a sister than she was an advisor, but Daenerys took great care in listening to her counsel.

"For you, Your Grace." She said before handing the letter off to Dany. Dany read over the words multiple times before looking up at Missandei. She was partly disappointed that the letter was from Lady Olenna and not Sansa Stark. She wrote Sansa weeks ago and has yet to hear a reply from the Northern Queen.

"A winter ball?" Daenerys wrinkled a nose momentarily. She knew balls were for when a man was in need of a wife, but then Daenerys knew she wasn't a very good candidate. She was a queen herself, and would never abandon her kingdom to marry some other ruler. Unless they had some outlandish idea of uniting their kingdoms as one. She cleared her throat some, "I'm assuming you think I should go?"

Missandei gave a small nod, "It wouldn't hurt to show face." She said, "The Tyrells were a great help during the war."

Daenerys knew she was right. If she didn't go she would look rude. Not that Dany cared if she looked rude, but the last thing she needed was to snub another kingdom. "Well, alright." She said before folding the letter, "I suppose I will go." She felt her face flush slightly, "I wonder if Sansa Stark received an invitation?" She queried as she followed Missandei and Varys through the castle. She noticed her advisors exchange a glance with one another, but Daenerys ignored it. Perhaps she did speak of the Stark Queen too much, and they both knew about the letters. Daenerys tried to keep her letters professional, but she had to admit she enjoyed the conversations with Sansa.

"Perhaps she has." Missandei answered softly, "I suppose you'll just have to go and find out."

Dany laughed, her eyes crinkling in amusement at Missandei's words. Of course, Missandei didn't mean to be funny, but it was almost as if Missandei was using the possibility of Sansa Stark's presence at the ball as a way to convince Dany to go and not back out. Daenerys couldn't help but feel a dull ache grip her chest at the thought of Sansa Stark's absence. Daenerys hasn't seen her since the war and wanted more than anything to speak with her in person.

Daenerys didn't know why she felt that way. Sansa Stark wasn't exactly amiable during the war. She was cold towards Daenerys and just the very thought irritated her. Dany did nothing to warrant such hostile behavior, but then again she had to remind herself that Sansa had a lot on her plate.

Even so, the Northern Queen allowed Daenerys to write to her and she even wrote back. They weren't enemies and Dany liked to think they were friends. She wanted to speak with her in person, she wanted to see Sansa's face, and read her expressions, and only then she would know how Sansa truly felt about her. Perhaps she was just entertaining Daenerys' letters, but Dany truly felt that Sansa wouldn't bother writing back if she didn't like her at least a little bit. She felt they could be great friends and allies if the red wolf just gave her a chance.

Daenerys felt her heart rate pick up and she grinned, her face tingling as butterflies danced inside her stomach. She tried not to worry too much about whether Sansa would be there or not. If Daenerys had received an invitation, she was sure Sansa did too.

"Perhaps while you're there, you can consider looking for--" But Varys' words died in his throat as Dany cut him off.

"I'm not ready to start looking for a husband just yet." She said as an impatient sigh escaped her lips, "We're only just recovering from the war. I need to focus on my people right now. They are my first priority, not finding someone to wed."

"Yes, you'll have plenty of time to seek out a husband." Missandei answered, throwing a side-glance at Varys.

Varys didn't argue. He relented before giving Dany a wary glance. Of course he didn't agree with either of them, but he knew better than to push Daenerys into something she wasn't ready for. She was fiercely independent, and he admired her for her strength and gentleness toward her people. But he knew the benefits a marriage could bring to their kingdom, and how much stronger they would be because of it.

Dany knew Varys was for the people above all else. But he trusted her judgement, and she liked to think he cared about her. Dany felt ill at the thought of marrying just yet. She knew she would have to. Every good queen or king had to do it. It was part of the game. But even so, she didn't feel she needed a political marriage in order to keep her kingdom safe. Daenerys had dragons, the dothraki and the unsullied.

She was powerful in her own right.

She wondered if Sansa was in search of a queen's consort. She frowned, her pale eyes falling to the cracks in the floor, watching as her feet continued to step over them, yet her body felt weightless, her legs becoming jelly at the thought of Sansa Stark marrying some random Lord.

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hate2love-rp · 5 months

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Newest Craving — Calling for Game of Thrones Roleplayers

Game of Thrones - House of Dragons

Daenerys/Sansa

This is perhaps the one fandom that I do not mind F/F/M pairings.

I am open for discussion as I can see a great many possibilities with the Queen of the North and the Mother of Dragons meeting!

NSFW themes

As it is Game of Thrones — Political Intrigue, battles/fights, Smut (kinks), Darker themes — Death, Incest, Rape, Betrayal, Jealousy

Newest Idea/Biggest Craving: Daenerys and Sansa both die in the GoT timeline. But are given a second chance, being sent back in time to correct their biggest mistakes. What was Sansa’s biggest mistake? What was Daenerys’? How does changing them end up bringing them together?

Newer Idea/2nd Biggest Craving: Ned Stark is working with the underground that supports the Targaryen’s. He’s been sending money for people to take care of Daenerys and Viserys. When an assassin kills Viserys, Ned has Daenerys brought to Winterfell, dying her hair to hide her amongst his house. He never expected Sansa and Jon to both fall for the girl.

Older Ideas:

Idea 1: Jon does not go to meet Daenerys to obtain the Dragon Glass needed to defeat the White Walkers. Sansa is sent in his place to negotiate on behalf of the North. While negotiating the two women's stubborn natures and passionate sides ignite an interesting tension that isn't hampered by any, not even a practically forgotten husband (Tyrion Lanister).

Idea 1B: When Jon returns to Winterfell with Daenerys in preparation for the Great War, the Dragon Queen finds herself inexplicably drawn to the Lady of Winterfell. Adding a bit of drama as she is in a relationship with Jon, but can the two women truly ignore what's growing between them? How will Jon react if they give in. (Open to F/F/M)

Idea 2: Daenerys arrives in Westeros before the Red Wedding and dethrones Joffery before his marriage to Sansa and/or Margarey. Daenerys takes over Kings Landing and the South of Westeros, reclaiming it. Now all that lays in her way is Rob and Catelyn Stark and the united Northen Kingdom. Realizing she has something that they want, she uses Sansa as a bartering tool. (Open for darker themes)

Idea 2B: What if Stannis Baratheon won the siege of Kings Landing. Would he free Sansa Stark back to her family? Would he rule over a united Westeros when Daenerys arrives? Or would he take Sansa Stark as a bride so when Daenerys arrives she negotiates with the Red Queen (Sansa). (Open to Sansa/Melissandra/Stannis to start — end with Sansa/Daenerys)

Idea 2C: What if Robb hadn't died at the Red Wedding. What if the Red Wedding hadn't happened and Robb and Stannis combined forces and took Kings Landing. Stannis to rule the South while Robb ruled the North. When the South is won by Daenerys' siege--Robb sends Sansa to negotiate with the Dragon Queen.

Idea 3: Ned Stark is able to convince Ser Barristan to send Sansa away from Kings Landing. He plans to do this favor for his honorable friend until he himself is discharged from the Kingsguard. Instead of merely sending Sansa away he takes her with him, originally intending to bring her to Lady Catelyn until word arrives of her death at the Red Wedding. Fearing for Sansa's safety and knowing of a place she would be accepted and free to come back and take what was rightfully hers, Ser Barristan brings Sansa with him on his quest to find Daenerys Targaryen. When the two women meet, passion ignites.

Idea 4: Sansa is sold by the Lannisters into slavery. She is purchased by Ser Jorah and 'given' to Daenerys as a gift. (Open to darker themes)

Idea 5: Sansa can speak with animals/dragons and connects with Daenerys' dragons. forcing the two women to also connect, though it's not very forceful at all. Soulmate bond through dragons.

Idea 6: Robert's Rebellion never happens. Lyanna Stark is happily married and raising her son, Aegon, in Kings Landing. Daenerys, Viserys, and Aegon are sent to Winterfell to learn from Ned Stark. While there all three Targaryen's find themselves enthralled with twins Sansa and Rob Stark. (Open to F/F/M )

Idea 7: Robb Stark is promised to Daenerys Targaryen to further unite House Stark and House Targaryen. Sansa, Robb's twin sister, goes with Robb to Kings Landing. While there, a rebellion by the Lannisters and Baratheons takes place, forcing Robb, Sansa, and Daenerys to flee. Not knowing who they can trust except each other as they try and make it back to Winterfell. (Open to F/F/M)

Idea 8: After Daenerys goes Mad Queen on Kings Landing she returns to Winterfell to seek revenge against Sansa Stark for her part in spreading knowledge of Jon's birth-right. (Darker themes, dom Daenerys)

Idea 9: Sansa goes looking for Daenerys after the war council meeting to try and convince her not to leave Winterfell immediately. Their discussion becomes heated and Daenerys, desperate for some kind of affection after Jon's continued rebuffs, takes what Sansa offers. Yet, she cannot allow herself what she wants in Sansa, so she leaves Winterfell--several days later. Sansa must deal with her guilt for sleeping with the woman her brother is in love with. Before either can come to terms with anything, Bran has a vision of Daenerys falling into her anger and despair and destroying Kings Landing. The only way to stop her from going down that path is for Sansa to to speak reason to her, so Sansa sets off for Kings Landing in a mad dash to save Dany's life, Jon's soul, and the future of Westeros as a whole.

Idea 11: In the battle for Winterfell, Jon dies. Sansa is torn between taking the North for herself or aligning herself with Daenerys to ensure that Cersei is taken off the throne. The call for a marriage and alliance between Daenerys and the North is still heavily spoken about by Ser Davos, Varys, and Tyrion, but now the marriage would be between the Queen in the North and the Dragon Queen. (Open to Darker themes, forced marriage, dom Daenerys, dom Sansa)

Idea 12: Alternate Universe - a Dance of Dragons part 2 - House Targaryen never lost power during Robert's Rebellion. Rhaegar won the battle at the Trident, killing Robert Baratheon. Rhaegar takes the throne from his father, names his child with Lyanna crown-prince above his children with Ellia Martell. Causing strife that festers for years. His action causes another civil war between his family as Dorne backs Rhaenys' claim to the throne, the Lannisters back Viserys’ claim to the throne, and Daenerys is shipped to Essos for safety. Ten years later, when Daenerys returns with three full grown dragons she burns all of her enemies (her brothers and/or neice) and takes the Iron Throne for herself. Once she has seated herself upon the throne she desires a husband and a wife. Both who will help bare her heirs as she cannot have any children of her own. Each house sends their most handsome and prettiest, all except House Stark. The Starks, who have remained neutral in order to protect Aegon as Ned Stark took him in as a Ward, sends neither Sansa or Arya, nor Aegon or Robb to be considered for the Dragon Queen. Which fails as Ned's intended strategy in keeping Daenerys away from Winterfell and his familly, as it only intrigues the Dragon Queen enough to travel all the way to Winterfell where she finds her Queen (and maybe her King as well).

Idea 13: Mix and Match of any of the above or any plot we can come up together for them

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